I'm making orange muffins for Brandon, he thinks the batter is ice cream, he is dying to eat it. Ewwwwww!
Guest post by Ginger
First of all, I am so sad because I wrote this whole blog and then my computer crashed and I lost it. I'll try to re-create my magic!
After reading yesterday about Shannon's (and Brandon's) play date with Emery, the first thing I thought was how true it is that Brandon is Shannon's kid. Now I'm sure all kids throw dirt and things but from my experience, Brandon definitely likes to throw things. Dirt, his Cheetos, a shoe (and then a sock), anything out of the shopping cart, his (full) apple juice container at my head...you get the drift.
Has Shannon ever shared with you how much she liked to throw things at her friends (and/or shove them in their faces.)? Dirt, peanut butter, pizza, flour...
My favorite memory that comes to mind is one day Shannon was hanging out at my house. We were wandering around the neighborhood, getting into all sorts of trouble I'm sure. I don't remember the exact details, but we got in a dirt fight (because we were super girly girls like that). And yes she started it. We had dirt EVERYWHERE. In our hair. In our ears. In our clothes. In..well you get the picture. Did I mentioned that we were middle school? Eventually Shannon's mom showed up to pick her up. After she left, I continued to hang out with some of the hoodlums in my neighborhood. After about 5 minutes I see Shannon's mom's car head back down the road towards me. She flips a U-turn so she is on the same side of the road as me and rolls down the window. "WHY IS THERE DIRT IN MY DAUGHTERS EARS AND HAIR?" She shouts at me. Anyone who knows Shannon's mom know exactly the tone of voice she was using! I was shocked. Shannon just sat there all quiet and innocent, like she didn't do ANYTHING wrong and I was the one who started the dirt fight. I WAS SO NOT THE ONE WHO STARTED IT!
And then there was the time my dad took us out for pizza and out of no-where she just shoved my piece of pizza in my face. Emery, Ezra...I would watch out for these two if I were you.
Posted by Ginger at 2:39 PM
My mom was making bets on who would post first and dang it Emery totally wins! I have to steal some of her pics because my camera battery took a shit right when they walked in, so I only got about 4 pictures. First I have to say tell you about my little freak out. Emery emailed me a while back ago and said she would be in Reno and we should meet up. I was like oh cool, yeah, NEVER GONNA HAPPEN. You know like,
"Sure sure dahling of course we'll do dinner," only it never happens.
Now please understand that I didn't it wouldn't happen cuz of Emery, I thought it wouldn't happen because I am a nervous freakazoid who doesn't do well around new people, and the Emery of today is totally a new people to me. Anyway about 30 minutes before Emery arrived I started freaking out to Stephanie that I was totally afraid of Emery coming over. You see, I have a tendency to get all nervous and talk to much and act like a dork. I mean honestly I'm just short of shaking and sweating and snorting when I laugh when I get around people. Yeah I said people. I'm like this around all people but my 4 close friends. Then I started thinking, shit, my kid is gonna be a huge bully and pick on her son and her son looks like a good kid. Crap crap crap.
My door bell rang and I was all DUN DUN DUN here goes nothing. The first thing I saw was Ezra. OKAY pictures don't do justice to this kid people. He should be in magazines he is so freaking cute. I mean CUTE! Then he started talking and I was like ohmygosh listen to that little voice. Then Emery came in and dammit her hair was stunning and I actually spent a good five minutes standing behind her while she was sitting on the floor with the boys wondering how in the hell she got her hair to do that with all those clippy things. In the beginning the boys got along great. I of course talked to much and Emery totally went along with it and listened to my rambling and didn't even give me one single WILLYOUPLEASESHUTUPWOMAN look! Brandon loved having a boy over to play with. They acted just like boys, they threw rocks, threw dirt, threw Cheetos, and of course they got into a couple wrestling matches.
Playing with the airplane and the m&m car that caused both wrestling matches. Oh there was a scuffle over a quarter too.
Jumping on the bed just like boys. This totally thrilled me because seriously I'm the hugest advocate of bed jumping! I say boys should be boys!
Seconds before they both started slinging dirt all over. They came in with dirt in their hair, pants and shoes. I'm scared to look in Brandon's ears. Whatever though, Brandon had a blast, a little dirt won't hurt right.
And then came the wrestling. Emery and I were all,"Oh how funny they are totally wrestling over the toy," it was really cute. They both clamped on to that car so hard and it was almost like an arm wrestling match where they were both just frozen on the toy and it was like first to let go loses. Then they started throwing punches and smacking each other. While it was really cute to capture Brandon's first real fight Emery and I thought MAYBE just maybe we should step in.
All in all it was just totally awesome to have a friend come over and listen to me talk and talk and talk and talktalktalktalktalk. But then you won't believe what happened. Emery said we should do it again. I about died. I didn't scare my new friend off. I told her we should make a park date because seriously I would love to see the fun these two boys can have with a slide and some swings and an even bigger pile of dirt!
Thank you Emery I had a super blast! Our next meet up should involve a park and some Starbucks!
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 4:47 PM
Monday my phone rang. I have this nifty thingy on my phone where when it rings a guy reads out the number calling. Yeah that helps for when I'm to lazy to pick up the handset and look caller ID. That means when I hear the little guy say 1-8 I just hang it up or ignore it, or I let Brandon answer it.
WELL! On Monday I had just gotten both boys down for their nap. I was totally tuckered out, and all I wanted was some damn breakfast. Ring ring ring. 1-888-5...I walked over to the base and pushed on and off and simply hung the phone up. Went back to making my Cream of Wheat when Ring Ring Ring 1-888-5...Again I walk over and just hang it up. I take about four steps and RING RING RING 1-888-5 OH MY FUCKING GOSH ARE YOU SERIOUS! Oh I was pissed. Here is what happened.
Shannon: Turns on phone doesn't let lady talk and says, "Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck are you calling my house three times in a row? I hung up on you twice, I just got two kids to sleep one of which is a fucking new born and you feel like you need to keep calling my fucking house, are you out of your mind?"
Lady: Yes this is so in so with such and such and
Shannon: ARE YOU HEARING ME I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU TAKE ME OFF YOUR STUPID LIST STOP CALLING MY HOUSE YOU ARE RUDE TO CALL ME THREE TIMES IN A ROW WHEN I CLEARLY HUNG UP ON YOU!
Lady: Yes well I can remove you from my list but it takes a few days so you will continue to receive calls for a few days.
Shannon: OH MY FUCKING GOD, I SWEAR I DARE YOU TO CALL MY HOUSE AGAIN, YOU ARE MORONS, I HAVE TWO FUCKING KIDS SLEEPING, YOU ARE CALLING ME TO SELL ME SOMETHING FOR KIDS, YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW I HAVE KIDS, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL MY HOUSE 3 TIMES IN 2 MINUTES. ARE YOU GUYS IDIOTS OR WHAT. TAKE ME OFF YOUR LIST!
They just called me today! Lucky for them I was on the other line. I'm waiting for the next call, I'm feeling frisky!
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 9:24 AM
43 seconds later, while I was taking this sweet innocent picture of him being cute, he was busy splooooging again! He is down for a nap now, he has since pooped about 3 more times. I changed him once more and then gave up and decided I'm giving him about 20 minutes to finish whatever little pooping marathon he is on!
I'm just so happy Brandon loves Codi this much. I can't wait for them to be older and team up against me and fart on me, and booby trap the house and have that brotherly bond that only daddy can infiltrate long enough to help them plot bigger and better antics against me!
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 9:12 AM
I'm crying because I'm starving. But my mom won't feed me because I peed out my diaper all over my jammies and she thinks she needs to change me before I get to eat. Gee who cares if my jammies are all covered in pee I want food woman!
So hungry I'm going to eat my shirt here.
Whaaaaaaaa I peed on myself again and I'm pissed.
Fine I'll relax a little so you can hurry up and finish changing me and give me some food woman!
Oh yeah and put on my cute shoes
Brandon saw me get the camera and he sat on the floor and said I SMILE I SMILE. So here you go, Brandon smiling!
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 8:51 AM
Patty did a thingy about what she actually wanted for Christmas and what she didn't want. That got me thinking. This year, with a new baby, and winter being slow money is kind of tight. It seems to me, it would be so much more beneficial to get stuff we could really actually use no matter how boring they are, then to get a bunch of stuff we will just put in a box or cup board some where. So here you go, the things Rob and I actually want vs. the things we really don't want to get again.
- A gift card to Sephora. Rob and I are running low on our Philosophy face wash and that shit is expensive. I am also all out of my amazing Philosophy shampoo and conditioner, which means I resorted to buying something less expensive from the store. It is drying out my hair and burning my eyes but spending nearly $50.00 on shampoo is something I just can't bring myself to do right now.
- A Barnes & Noble Gift card. I just want to read a good book but spending $20.00 plus on a book right now is just not something I'm excited about.
- Snowboarding passes or gift cards for Rob- The years before I would buy him passes, they cost an arm and a leg and a little toe. We discovered the passes were a bad idea because not all his friends got the same ones and in addition to paying a shit ton of money for his pass I would then have to pay a shit ton of money for a one day ticket at where ever his friends were going. Last year I decided to just ask for passes and gift cards to his favorite ski resorts. The awesome part about the gift cards is he was also able to use them to buy snacks and drinks while he was up there.
- Carls Junior and Del Taco gift cards. My husband is fricking addicted to this burrito at Carls Junior. However, since they raised the price he doesn't like buying them as often as he wants because he prefers to save his money for stuff like KFC and Michuacan (dirty little taco place he is hooked on). Then at Del Taco he loves these fish tacos but he says they cost more then just Taco Bell so he won't buy them there.
These are different from needs. These are things that would be cool to get but I would rather get stuff on the need list then the want list.
- Anything for my kitchen. Especially a new cutting bored. Mine is done, it smells and there for has been banished from my kitchen till I get a new big one. I'm halfway there with a gift card from my mom who knows the way to my heart is through Williams Sonoma, my heart skips a beat typing that word.
- Car washes for Rob. He likes to wash his car like EVERY DAMN DAY. That boy drives me nuts.
- Car doohickeys for Robs tahoe. See Rob likes to soup up his car. Me I HATE IT! Cars are meant to be stock. Don't touch my car. I don't want to add anything or mess with anything or fix it or paint it or make it fancy. I like to roll stock. The ONLY thing I will be doing to my new car is having the windows tinted so Rob will quit bitching when he drives it and to keep the sun out of the boys eyes. Rob and I are so very very different this way. I would rather have a stock car and he would rather have no stock parts left on his car.
- New dishes. I am ready to finally own some dishes that actually cost money, not Martha Stewart dishes from K-Mart. I think I will save those for my next house though, since we all know that good dishes can cost a shit ton of money and this time I want, all the plate sizes, bowls, cups, mugs, and serving dishes. Yes that is right, I finally feel grown up enough to want some serving dishes that match my dishes. This also means I can garage sale all my mishmash of shit that is currently cluttering my cabinets.
- Gift cards to the trendy clothing shops and shoe shops for Rob. IE Abercrombie, Buckle, American Eagle, and uhh that other store next door to American Eagle. The boy needs some nice jeans, some nice pants, a dress jacket and some real shoes!
- Candles. no no no. The only candles I like are Salt City. And I don't know anyone who is crazy enough like me to spend that kind of money on good candles. So since people never buy salt city, with the exception of Katie, because well Katie totally gets it about the Salt City, I just would rather not get the yicky kinds. When I do get yicky kinds I just take em to work and give them away!
- Gift cards to go to dinner. Rob and I won't be going out to eat anytime soon with a new baby and me dieting. I'm a pain in the ass when I diet.
- Clothes. Some people insist on buying me clothes or jammies. Only problem is they like to buy them in a small or medium which right now my body finds offensive.
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 7:10 AM
First of all let me just tell you two things. One, your only going to get a short version of the stories because I don't have the patience to type out long drawn out stories. Second, you will not get the best of all the stories, because seriously my mom reads this now and I do have a little pride left!
Back to Cody.
I met Cody at the gym. He had a rock hard body and was insanely good looking. He was a vegetarian and into some kind of Zen type stuff. Cody was awesome. Problem was, he was just to nice for me. We dated on and off for a few years and then my Junior year in high school we decided to give dating a real try. Anyway I got kind of bored with it right around the time he made a new friend Brett. One night Cody and I were hanging out with his friends KC and Brett. We all decided to go to the hot tub. However it was winter so I was dressed in jeans and cute boots and stuff. So I decided I was only going to roll up my jeans and put my legs in to avoid freezing my ass off. Anyway I pulled off my boots and revealed my rainbow stripe toe socks. Brett was amazed. He had never seen anything so silly or ridiculous in his life but at the same time he found it insanely cute. He was obsessed for the rest of the night with my stupid socks.
After that we went in to Bretts room and we were all hanging out. Codi and KC were chilling on the floor by Brett's bed and I was chilling on the bed with Brett. We were all talking and laughing and then suddenly I realized it was Brett and I talking and laughing and Codi and KC were clearly pissed. Cody told me he was going to go down town ( I was supposed to go with him) and KC was gonna go too. I looked at Brett, looked at them and said, Nah I'm gonna go ahead and stay here.
Long story short I spent the night making out with Brett and in the morning Cody called me wondering if we were still together and actually trusting I did nothing wrong. I explained to him that we were different, something about a deck of cards and not being the same suit (I may have smoked a little weed before our talk) and I totally broke his heart.
Brett and I continued hooking up and then the fun wore off. He was a Canadian hockey player bad boy, but eventually all the hockey talk go to me. Anyway I bumped into Cody again later on and can you believe he was stupid enough to date me again? Wanna guess how that ended.
You know what is funny. Writing this whole post I honestly can't remember if his name was spelled Cody or Codi. I also can't remember his last name. How sad. He was in my life on and off for about 4 years. However I can remember every thing about Brett, the guy I messed with for about 2 months total.
So on a scale of 1-10 how bad is it that I totally sent my boyfriend away so I could stay at his friends house and make out with his friend?
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 6:44 PM
I did that stupid thing. I talked about my kid sleeping. I was all oh look at me, my new baby sleeps in four hour stretches IN HIS CRIB and it's so great and wonderful woohoo look at me.
Uh huh. No less then 8 hours later did my new baby decide he HATES his crib, that he will only sleep on me and no amount of rocking, feeding or coaxing is going to get that child in his crib. He will sleep in his bassinet, umm but only during daylight hours, which is so not doing anything for me getting sleep during the dark time. Soooo I've resorted to co sleeping until I can figure his ass out. It's not that bad right, I mean Brandon only slept with me for 15 months right. ONLY 15 MONTHS, I am sure I can handle that again right? RIGHT?
Stupid dumb ass me, breaking the number one parenting rule:
#1 PARENTING RULE FOR DUMMIES
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 7:58 AM
First of all, let me start off by placing a reminder on here. The only rule I've ever had about this blog, is that if you are one of the real life people in my life, you are free to comment on the blog but in person the blog is off limits. The reason for this, is sometimes people feel entitled to try and fix what I talk about on here, when really in general I just needed to talk about it and move on from it. So, since there are some new readers who know me personally I need to make sure you understand this ONE RULE! Please please, unless I engage you about a topic I've written please do not try and talk to me about what I write on here when it is clearly something personal. With that said, I'll finally talk about whats been on my mind lately.
My son and I don't get along. This has been going on for a while. Since before I had Codi. For some reason Brandon just doesn't want to get along with me. At night when he is tired he is fine. Then he misses me. But during the day he just doesn't get along with me. He basically spends the entire day not listening and trying to see how far he can push me. I'll tell him no and he'll do it anyway. I'm not mean, I say, "Brandon please don't do that." He just does it anyway. So I'll say, "Brandon, your going to go in time out," and he will shout at me Shhh or Be Quiet, or NO or you tine out. It's hard because he only does this with me. Then if he continues doing it, I will go toward him to put him in time out and he will just destroy everything in his path. For instance if he is throwing Cheetos or something and I say no, he will keep doing it. Then I move towards him to put him in time out and he will look at me, throw the entire bag of Cheetos and step on them. So he goes in time out. Then he goes nuts. He starts thrashing around, hitting his time out (a pack n play), kicking it, trying to jump out and yelling at me. I'll tell him to please not yell the baby is sleeping and his response is NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! with caps and exclamation points and in a whole other font really. It's at that moment where I feel like I'm failing. He doesn't do this with anyone else. And I know certain people in my life would argue that it is because I'm not parenting him right, I won't spank him, or I'm to lenient with punishments or I don't want to put him in the corner because it is against my beliefs to embarrass my child that way. And while it is true I could be more of a hard ass, that just isn't the kind of parent I want to be. I don't want my kids to be afraid of me. I don't want them to ever be afraid to tell me they have done something, or are going to do something, or made a big life decision. I want them to feel like I'm always a safe haven, which I guess is why I'm so passive towards punishments.
I think another big part of the problem is it seems everyone wants to parent my kids different then me. People have it in their head that if they are watching my kids they are in charge of how they are parented. I don't agree with this. I feel like if I have set rules in place they should be honored everywhere. I think with all the different parenting styles it's hard for him to know whose rules he should follow.
However aside from the fact that Brandon will listen to everyone around him but me there is another thing weighing on my mind. I kind of feel like he likes my parents more then me right now. He calls their house home, calls me from there to tell me he doesn't want to come back and has more fun there then he has had with me in a long time. I realize a lot of that is my fault, being on bed rest really set me back, and then the remainder of the pregnancy made it really hard to do fun stuff like ride my bike to the park and play with him. I went to the park a few times but climbing up and down and lifting him and sliding actually took quite a lot out of me. Now I'm trying to heal from the C-section and that is 6 more weeks I'm not really supposed to do much with him. Yesterday he went to see my parents. He said he was going home, meaning he was going to their house. I said no Brandon this is your home and he said NO I go home. I bawled when he left. Then I told my mom I was ready for him to come home and she told me he cried when he put his shoes on so they were going to keep him longer. I bawled more. You can't imagine how hard it is knowing your son would rather be somewhere other then with you. I love letting him stay the night there because I know he has a lot of fun and they take him to the park and let him run crazy with the dogs and drink all the chocolate milk he wants, but at the same time it is getting harder and harder for me to let him go there, knowing he is going to be disappointed when he has to come home.
The saddest part of all is Brandon never misbehaves with Rob. He just sits there quietly playing and is this amazingly good boy. Then if I so much as walk in the room he goes ape shit. Literally starts jumping, and bouncing and throwing things, and shouting and it is as though I bring out the evil in my child.
It's like that old song, I know she still loves me but I don't think she likes me anymore, who sang that? Ginger would know. Anyway, I know my son loves me, because when he is gone from me for a while like when I was in the hospital he asks for mommy, but to be honest I just don't think he likes me anymore.
If I was Swistle this is one of those posts I would delete after a day because I'm so embarrassed to feel this way or feel like I'm failing at parenting the way I want. I thought about it all and I realized maybe he was just reacting to m the way I react to him. So I tried to stop yelling, and just talk to him in a calming voice, I tried just reasoning with him and making everything I said to him full of love, hoping he would react in the same manner. I never got to see how he reacted because no one else followed suit and everyone else went right on yelling, or time outing, or making threats, or just generally laughing at my way of parenting. This gave him the idea it was still okay to react poorly to me. I think the reason I get the majority of his bad behavior is that grandma & grandpa are to fun to be mean to, and daddy was the one taking care of him while I was on bed rest, and I am the odd man out in his life so I get the shit end of his stick. I feel like bed rest screwed a lot up. Brandon spent every day with my parents at work, so they were the ones parenting him all day. They set his schedule, they set his punishments, they did everything and I sat at home as an afterthought doing nothing. Then at night it was all about Rob. Rob set his schedule, he fed him, got him ready for bed, bathed him, and he was the one who went to him when he cried at night. Again I was the afterthought. Now, at night when Brandon wakes up, he screams for daddy. If I go in he screams harder, gets out of bed and goes running through the house screaming NO I NEED DADDY I NEED DADDY.
All of this is just breaking my heart and now I have a second child and I suddenly realize that at some point I'm not going to be his everything either. I guess I always knew there would come a time when my son wouldn't like his mom as much anymore, but I was more prepared for that to be around three or four. But not today. I can only hope that he and I can find some balance, some sort of happy medium, some way for us to get along and for him to go back to thinking I hung the moon and listening to me. I remember the good ole days when he only listened to me. Now I'm the only one he won't listen to.
I just know this needs to be fixed soon before I lose it. Today he was in time out and he was being such a shit, he was hitting and kicking and rocking his pack and play into the couch trying to wake up Codi. Then he reached for a plant and I went over there to tell him no and he grabbed the plant and just ripped. I'm lucky I was close enough because that mess would have sent me into tears. I was so upset I grabbed him by the arms and shouted at him NO. He started crying. Not because I hurt him but because I think I scared him. I put him back, walked away and just sat there crying because I had just frightened my son. The one thing I never wanted to do I did. I know he's already forgotten about it, but I never will. I just want to go back to the times when I hung his moon! There are still those moments where he hugs me and tells me he's so happy. Or where he does cry for me, or hug me and not want to leave. But then there are those times like right now, where my son is sitting here crying that he wants grandma, and he wants to go home. My heart is just breaking.
I think this might be a contender for my worlds longest post, but whatever I needed to get it off my chest. I'm so frustrated right now. This was all so much easier to handle before I had baby blues.
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 6:52 AM
So I had the stupid video all the way uploaded to my computer. It was doing something called letterboxing which is the final stages of uploading. I asked my husband to plug in my computer so it wouldn't die while doing the letterboxing thing. He did that. However he didn't see Brandon over there playing and looking at himself in the web cam, which means he also didn't see Brandon close the computer.
So I come back out of the room and my computer is off. This means all the video that I had just uploaded went into the trash.
Now I was sitting there pulling all the video out of the trash and trying to sort the new footage of Brandon and the new footage of Codi. I got all of the footage of Brandon and I went to create a new movie for Codi's stuff. They said I didn't have enough room to save it because I have something like 20 other movies. So I emptied the trash and walked over to my nifty back up thing my mom got me recently. I plugged it in and turned a little and CRASH! Yeah it ate shit. Now I can't for the life of me figure out how to make it work again, so I just walked away from it for a while and I'm hoping it will just heal itself in a few hours.
Sigh sigh sigh!
I come back to the computer and create a new movie again and go to pull the footage of Codi out of the trash. Yes, the fucking trash I just emptied. That is when I realized I would now have to rewind all my footage, plug my camera back in and start from the beginning with the uploading.
And that folks, is why you don't see a video here, because I don't have enough damn patience to do that shit right now.
So, we will start again later tonight!
Posted by Shannon Mateo at 11:33 AM