Monday, November 29, 2010

Hello LOVA (Read: mac)

This is my first ever post from my brand new Mac Book Pro. I can’t seem to come up with words to describe the awesomeness that is Mac. Or am I suppose to call it Apple? Crud, I don’t even know the lingo yet. I’m so uncool.

I won’t go on about how much I disliked my Dell - because in all honesty ... it was a great machine (plus, if you have read this blog before - you’ve read all of my opinions about Dell already and more than likely want me to shut up about it). My particular Dell didn’t suck. Dell just sucks - as a whole ... as a company (that doesn’t make it sound any better - but it’s my honest opinion (that, and the fact that Dell is run by a bunch of a-hole ass monkeys ... again ... just my opinion (based on my experiences with them)). But that’s not what this post is about.

As a matter of fact, there is no particular point to this post outside of ... I'm excited that I have a mac - I’m even more computer dorky than before (stop laughing ... YES, that is possible). But I am excited. Beyond excited. What a wonderful birthday present - from my wonderful husband.

I just have been wondering for awhile if Chad sort of woke up and thought, “I’m going to go buy my wife a mac today.” Or if it was something that he thought about for awhile. He had given me hints for a few days that my present was “something material” that I “really wanted.”

So I had guessed new boobs. Don’t judge me. I’ve had two kids...gravity plus two kids...well, I’ll just leave it at “gravity plus two kids” (plus, me being vain...but I’m the only one allowed to say that).

In fact, we had had a little guessing game going on. It went like this:

Chad: What do you want for your birthday?

Me: A new toilet for upstairs

Chad (glaring at me): no seriously

Me: I am serious. I’d prefer you didn’t spend money on my birthday. It’s not like this is some milestone cares about birthdays anymore...lets get a new toilet - we need it.

Chad (looking annoyed): I’m not buying you a toilet

-------------we ended up buying a toilet anyways....funny how homes that are less than 20 years old fall apart----------------------

And then it continued:

Chad: So do you have any idea what your birthday present will be?

Me: No, give me a hint

Chad: It’s material and you want it really bad

Me: And it’s not a toilet

Chad (obviously sick of hearing about the toilet):’s not a toilet

------------A few hours later as Chad was out shopping with the kids (and Uncle Trad and Uncle Ben)-----------------------------

Me (via text message...just to mess with him): I figured it out - it’s new boobs!

Chad: Ha ha..No

----------------a few hours later- as Chad and the kids arrived home--------------

Me: Carter, where were you today with daddy?

Carter: Big truck

Chad: Tell mommy we were at the mac store

Carter: mommy, at the mag sore

Me: Tell daddy, “Yea right”

Carter (now chasing Chad): Yea right daddy yea right yea right yea right yea right

As it turns out - they were at the mac store. Not the silicone boob store. And I have a shiny new mac! Yea me! Yesterday and today was spent doing a million online tutorials on fun mac related things. It’s great. I’m in heaven.

I feel like I should get some sort of “street cred” as the kids say.

And before you PC users send me nasty comments, understand this, I’m not ripping on pc’s or pc users .... just Dell (well, specifically Dell corporation...not Dell machines). So don’t waste your angry comments on todays those for when I am being a lame mommy ...and then lash out on me (and set me over the edge of not coming out of my bedroom and hiding in the closet in the fetal position drooling and mumbling incoherently - because that has to be WAY more fun than just lashing out on me about computers).

P.S. How cute is my husband to take over my blog just to write me a little birthday card? He rocks.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Chrissy's Birthday

Note: Today’s post is brought to you by my lovely husband. I have no control over what he writes, posts, or does on this site for the next hour. In fact, I logged him into my account and won’t even see what he has done until it’s published. Enjoy.

This is my version of P.D.A. I don’t hold hands or cuddle in public like some of you freaks out there but I will scream from the mountain tops about how much I love and respect my wife; not only what she endures on a daily basis with two maniac kids and keeping a house hold running as smoothly as she does, and for those of you who know me out there you know I’m like a 3rd child, but how much I love you for just being you. You are the love of my life and I can’t say that enough, I LOVE YOU. Now, tomorrow is my wife’s birthday and nothing makes me happier then to see her happy so here I go.

I’ve been reading gotfam for the last 3 years and nothing that comes out of Chrissy’s brain that she puts down on cyber paper ceases to amaze me anymore. What started out as pictures for family and friends to see her first pregnancy and Carter born has turned into an amazing read on a daily basis. I’m so very proud of you and can’t even begin to tell you how talented you are. So, to aid in your ongoing blogging adventures your kids and I, with help from Uncle Trad and Uncle Ben, got you a little gift. We hope you like it.


Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving 2010

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at Chad's mom's house. The kids played, we ate, Avery slept (for 3 hours), Carter ran, we ate more, Carter ran more, and then Carter passed out (literally while eating - he was still cramming pumpkin bread in his mouth when I noticed that he was starting to fade). And then boom ... his head hit the table and he was out (and I ran to grab my camera).

And now both kiddos are passed out. And we actually had a mini conversation about a 3rd kid. Family get-togethers can do that to ya. That lasted about 0.2 seconds. And now we're back to drinking. No more kids. For now :)

I'm thankful for you (*blushing*)

Good Morning and Happy Thanksgiving.
A few pieces of artwork (from Carter) for Thanksgiving

I am writing this post from my non-turkey smelling house while lounging, drinking coffee, and watching the Macy’s parade with the family. And I’m thankful for that (I love cooking, but I also like it when someone else cooks every so often).

Its days like today that I am reminded of how thankful I am for so many things (a wonderful husband, beautiful healthy children, a rockin' family, amazing friends, cute pets (when they don't crap everywhere), health, freedom, there are more... I could keep going. But I won’t list them all - because I’m sure (if you’re on any forms of social media) you have been bombarded with a million lists of “things I am thankful for.”

But, as Bilbo stated best, I don't want to leave out how thankful I am for this little corner of the internet that I call my blog. Where I can say anything that I feel the need to say.

Because, however dorky it sounds when I tell people “I’m a mom blogger” – it gives me a little bit of sanity. The whole blogging (and social media) community gives me sanity and comfort.

And for that – I am so thankful.

I love having a community that I can vent to, ask for advice from, gush to about how much I love (or am annoyed by) my family, or just speak openly to.

To sum up, I’m thankful for you. Each and every one of you.

Note: I don't want to leave out how thankful I am for washable markers. SO freaking thankful.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Little Thanksgiving Eve Poem

Twas the night before Thanksgiving (a used-to-be bar night),
And not a Got-Child was stirring (by 7:30 ... but that took a fight).

The kiddos were nestled all snug in their crib and big-boy bed,
While visions of turkey (well, pureed apples and mac and cheese) danced in their heads

And me with my laptop and Chad with his ipad on his lap,
We’ve both settled down for one (read: 5-7) beers (we deserve a night cap)

What? There is more to this poem?
Sorry, I have beer now.

Monday, November 22, 2010


We're back from our trip to Atlanta (to see Andy and Meredeth). And we're happy to report that traveling with two small children is really not that big of a deal. Say it with me ... "phew!"

This was my (and Chad's) first time flying with kids. And Carter and Avery's first time on a plane (by the way Continental, I think it's crap that we pay that much for plane tickets and you can't swing some plastic wing pins for the kids first flights - cheap bastards).

We started our trip by preparing Carter. We talked about planes, showed him pictures, told him about the noises planes make, where they go, what size they are, etc. So natch - he was pretty excited (although, as it turns out - he was just as excited about the luggage carts as he was the planes ("big tucks eveywhere mommy!"):Luckily, the plane was relatively empty on the way to Atlanta, so we were able to have plenty of room to sprawl out. Avery even sat on her own (calm down ... it was only briefly, while I retrieved some of her toys from my carry-on).
Carter loved the plane. He liked watching it take off, watching the ground, watching the clouds ... but mostly he enjoyed watching the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the Ipad while we were in flight (that was key).
I'm proud to report that we were not those people with the crying kids. Not one peep out of either child. My kids rock.
Another first; the aquarium (the Georgia Aquarium is actually the world's largest aquarium - with over 8 million gallons of water (commercial over)). In Cleveland, we sort of just have some fish exhibits at the zoo (although I have heard some rumors about an aquarium ... fingers crossed!). So the trip to the Georgia Aquarium was pretty rockin'.
Carter has been talking about the "big fish" and "booga whales" ever since.

I have to think that Avery liked it too. She watched everything happily from her stroller, smiling, cooing ... and then passed out halfway through.
Carter and Chad even stuck their hands in the water to try to touch/interact with some fish (not too sure Carter was into this ... he kept saying "yucky... eww" - that's my little OCD clean man)One really special part too (outside of being able to hang out with Uncle Andy) was that this past weekend was the 5th Birthday celebration of the Aquarium's opening. So a few extra rooms (that are typically not open to the public) were open for viewing.
The penguins were a crowd favorite (as was the pop-up viewing pod).
Carter got a ride through most of the aquarium from Uncle Andy.
The whole trip to Atlanta was very special (for so many reasons).
We got to meet Aunt Meredeth (whom Carter has deemed Ann Merduth) for the first time, and some of her family (her nephew William is the same age as Carter - so they hit it off great) as well as see Andy and Meredeth's new house just outside Atlanta (Carter was mostly excited about the swingset - Avery was mostly excited that Meredeth paid so much attention to her).
All in all - a great trip. Carter and Avery would like to request more weekends with Uncle Andy and Ann Merduth (and are excited to meet Harrison very soon!).

Note: Yes, with new TSA rules...traveling with small children can be touchy (no pun intended). Just explain everything ahead of time to your kids and it may help. What also helps - nice TSA agents (not that you can control that). The agents at the Cleveland Airport were so wonderful (in fact, I wrote a letter to the Government contact for the TSA to let them know that the Cleveland team rocked). The Atlanta TSA agents were a whole other story ... they can suck it).

Thursday, November 18, 2010

A Mini Hiatus

I'll be stepping away from the computer for a few days...

... but I promise to have some fun posts this upcoming week. Also, I plan to have a very fun "12 Days of Christmas" posting series this December (that may actually take me more than twelve days... I mean... you saw how my 30 Day challenge went....whatever - shit happens).

During this blogging hiatus, please enjoy these pictures:
Laundry Day (both outfits are old Carter outfits):

Making Lunch (I always ask Carter to help me make lunch - and he usually prepares food from his fake plastic food drawer (other times he just flat out ignores me and wanders off to play with trucks). Today’s lunch was apparently a pan-fried combo of the following: a tomato, fries, a potato, a piece of pizza and a chicken leg)

"The Audience" (Carter lined up his toys (in a very rainman-ish style arrangement...I love my little OCD man) and little people to watch him while he bounced on the trampoline)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I attempted to get adventurous today. I attempted…the skinny jean

I have been a spectator in this whole skinny-pant frenzy for awhile. I've mocked it. I've secretly been jealouos of it. I've mocked it again. All while wear boot-legged pants, long sleeve cotton t-shirts and converse.

But I finally thought, "it’s time to update the wardrobe. And why not just attempt the skinny pant?"

So, this is how my conversation went with a very lovely sales associate at the mall today:

Him: Hello! Can I help you find something?
Me: Yes, I think I am finally ready to try a skinny pant
Him: Skinny, Ultra-Skinny, or Painted-On?
Me...blink blink....
Him: I can show you the differences.
Me: Painted-on? I don't want my clothes to look painted on. I want them to look like clothes ... that are separate from my body.
Him: Ok, do you know what size you’d be?
Me: No. I know what size I would wear in pants that are not super tight ... is it the same? I feel like this is all a new language for me.
Him (as he grabs two pair of pants and probably wonders how he got me as a customer instead of the two teeny tiny teenagers that walked in just after me): I think I know

....... off I go to the changing room .......

....... five minutes later .......

Him (through the dressing room door): How are the pants fitting?
Me (still trying to get the first leg over my ankle): uhh … interesting
Him: Do you need another size?
Me: I don’t know…are they supposed to be stuck prior to even getting to my knee?
Him: They can be difficult to pull up from time to time. But they do stretch throughout the day
Me (wondering just how much they would stretch): Do these pants fit anyone?
Him (laughing, but trying to be polite): Do you want to try another style?
Me (wondering where these pants haven’t gone wrong on me – so I open the door to show him): I don’t know – are they supposed to look like this? This looks ridiculous to me. Why does my ass look so big?
Him ... silent ... probably wondering if these are rhetorical questions.
Me (still going off): I mean … why would a designer think that accentuating a woman’s butt this much would be a good thing? Seriously, my ass looks ginormous …this is horrible.
Him (trying to be helpful): Well, it’s the style to have a butt…look at Kim Kardashian
Me (wondering if him bringing up a celebrity with a large butt is good or bad)…umm…I’m no Kim Kardashian. So…perhaps making my butt look big is not a good thing.
Him: Do you want to see some sweaters?

I later came to find out (from a friend- Thanks Kathy!) that there are also things called "Jeggings"... translation: jeans meet leggings.


And the big marketing gig there is that they're skinny jeans that don't cut off circulation (due to material changes: more spandex I think). As if having clothes that don't hurt you is this new fabulous concept.

If promoting the fact that your product doesn't hurt people is "in" ... perhaps I should change my blog title to “GotFam.Blogspot - Not cutting off circulation, not inflicting bruises and certainly not giving you papercuts…since 2007!”

Note: No picture today - due to my unwillingness to show the internet my huge ass in skinny pants (because I did have my camera with me... and I did contimplate taking a picture).

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Calling all Opinions

I know I typically go off on boring rants about how I get mad about opinions that were thrown at me (about raising children). But this time, I want your opinions (helpful ones at least - not assy ones about how I suck).

Avery has been my good sleeper since she was born. She took naps beautifully, she went to bed at night without a fuss, and she slept as much as we could expect a baby to for each given month…until now.

A few weeks after successfully sleep training her (supernanny style), she wakes up…ALL NIGHT LONG.

It goes like this:

- 7:oopm (ish) she’s in the bath having a nice soothing bath (read: splashing away with her toys and wash cloth).
- 7:10 I put soothing lavender lotion on her and talk to her softly about how she’s beautiful and mommy loves her so much
- 7:15 she’s in her pj’s, her sleep sack (whoever invented these should win a Nobel peace prize)
- 7:30 she’s in bed and almost asleep (she typically doesn’t even want to be rocked or read to…she just likes to babble to herself with her binky, and drift off to baby slumber by herself)

- 9:45/10 (ish) she is awake and screaming bloodcurdling screeches as if someone is hurting her (not her typically “I’m hungry” or “come cuddle with me” cries). We run in, check on her and her eyes are closed, but she’s bright red and screaming as loud as possible while trashing around and arching her back. There is no consoling her. Sometimes we resort to a bottle (even though we had mostly gone away from nighttime bottles during sleep training).

- 10/10:30 she’s usually back asleep.

This continues every 30 minutes or so for the rest of the night (or at least until 5am-ish).

The only way to make her stop screaming is to put her in bed with me (where she continues to scream most of the time…but if I put her on me and talk her through it – she sometimes falls asleep (although still waking up every 30-40 minutes or so)).

What is going on?

- Our pediatrician says “object permanence” which you and I (and anyone that is paying attention) knows is 100% wrong.
- Google says “Night terrors”…but I have no idea what to make of this.
- None of the sleep books that we have read have anything that sounds like this.
- I know it's not her ears, her eyes, her throat, etc etc (I had our doctor make sure it wasn't an ear infection, strep, etc).

What do you say? Please tell me your opinion. Any opinion or idea (to try) helps.

Comment or email me (gotfam.blogspot@gmail dot com). Or send me a tweet (@mygotfam)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Proof that the little one will test us

We have a video monitor in Avery’s room (and will in Carter’s room if Amazon could ever get their crap together). It sits at the end of her crib (actually, it sits on her crib ... on the rail).

Yup, I’m that mom. The one that puts her own need-to-know above her kids rights-to-privacy. Just you wait ‘til they’re teenagers.

And up until now I took for granted the fact that she didn't move around a whole lot, was unable to get to the end of the crib, unable to get to the video monitor, you can probably see where this is going. Not anymore. She spotted it a while back and has been curious as to what it was. But we thought that we had another month or so before we had to mount it on the wall (safely away from little hands).

We thought wrong.

Today, she scooted down to the end of the crib during her naptime … and started to pound her feet against the rails until the whole monitor fell. And typically I would have seen this happening (as I would have had my face pressed up against the hand-held video part watching her every move), but being that it was naptime (and she was quiet), I thought she was sleeping… so I was doing dishes. Next thing you know, I hear strange mouthing noises.

Yup, she kicked the rails until the monitor fell and then went to town on it (she had it in her mouth (which is actually what I saw when I looked at the monitor...her open mouth (wish I had a picture of that), she chewed on it, played with it, etc).

And I caught it on camera (good to know I grabbed my camera rather than running up there to stop her).

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Boogie on you

Carter is sick again. Yup. SICK A G A I N.

But before anyone else thinks they get to say “again” in some nasty judgmental tone ... allow me to warn you … I fully plan to punch anyone that says “sick again” to me. Because they clearly have:
A.) Forgotten how easy it is for a kid to get sick (sticking your finger in your friends nose and then your mouth isn’t strange for a kid (at least my kid) … not strange at all)
B.) Forgotten or never knew what it’s like to have a kid in their first year of school (which is notoriously when they get the sickest)
C.) Don’t know what it’s like to have one kid who won’t sleep and another kid who’s sick all the time (I’ll tell you - it means mommy gets sick all the time too)

Ok…defending-myself rant done.

Anyways, Carter has strep. And when Carter is sick…I tend to spoil him. And I think that he is finally old enough to realize that when he’s sick…he may as well get all of his requests in.

So Monday night, after we got back from the doctor…he wanted applesauce. And he had three helpings of applesauce for dinner…and that’s it...that was his entire dinner. He wanted multiple books at bed…which he got. He didn’t want to go to bed…he wanted us in his room…which he got. And then he asked if he could lay in bed with me. So…I agreed. Little did I know what this would entail.

I brought him in, laid him down, turned off the tv and told him to go to bed.

All was quiet.

And then it started:
Carter (while knocking on my head (as if to knock on a door): hey mommy…in mommy and daddy’s room
Me: Yes Carter, you’re in our room
Carter: Hey Mommy, Mickey on?
Me: No Buddy. No tv, it’s bedtime
Carter (after a few minutes of quiet): Juice?
Me: You have had a ton of juice, go to sleep
Carter (after a few more minutes of quiet): HIDE
Me: Carter man, we’re not playing hide and seek ... it’s bed time
Carter: Hey mommy, boogies
Me: Ok, here is a tissue…if you think you have boogies…then wipe your noise
Carter (after passing gas): haa ... fart. Loud Fart
Me…deep sigh
Carter: Hey mommy….FAAAARRRT
Me: I heard….go to bed
Carter: Stinky
Me: Ok...let's not talk about it anymore.
Carter: Fire truck to my house?
Me: No…you can’t request a fire truck to come to your house

All is quiet for a little big…and I start to fall asleep

Carter (as he wipes a sticky finger across my forehead): Boogie on you
Me: That’s gross bud, don’t do that again. Use this tissue
Carter: No issue….boogie on mommy
Me: No boogies on mommy…use a tissue
Carter (as he continues to pick his nose and offer me his harvests): Yes boogie on mommy
Me: Ok…let’s go back to Carter’s room
Carter: Uh huh

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Because it’s always a crowd favorite:

Some of my favorite recent household conversations:

Chad: Carter, did you poop?
Carter: No, Avery pooped
Chad: No, I think you pooped
Chad (after checking Carter’s pants to confirm): Yea, buddy … it was you
Carter (now laughing): Yea Daddy, clean my butt


Me (while putting piano music on Pandora): Warning honey, I’m going to play some piano music, but I promise it’s really beautiful music
Chad (now glaring at me): Great … beautiful
Me (sounding exciting - but knowing he couldn't care less): Some of the piano music is remakes of current popular music


Me (bending over to pick up a toy mid-sentence): Could Carter drag out one more toy today?
Chad .... makes a farting noise
Me: Honey, at some point in our marriage … could I bend over to pick something up without you making a farting noise?
Chad: Probably not


Chad: Does your phone need some juice?
Me: Yes … can you hook it up to the charger?
Chad (holding his hands out and making some whistling noise): throw it here
Me (wondering if he remembers how un-athletic I am) … throwing it … and then cringing as it almost hits the ceiling … and then lands about three feet away from him
Chad: Seriously, w h a t was that?
Me: You knew you didn’t marry an athletic girl
Chad: But that was …
Me (trying to stretch to anything that would defend my lack of athletic abilities): Oh whatever … i’m not athletic … you married a lady honey
Chad (breaking into song): A lady in the street but a freak …

(… we all know how this song ended, but seeing as my grandma reads this blog (and I guarantee she doesn’t know the lyrics to this song) I just left out the rest of the song lyrics on purpose... )

Me: Oh seriously …
Chad: Find the piano version of that song

Friday, November 5, 2010

10pm Friday Night

It’s 10pm on a Friday night … and everyone (except me) is asleep in the Gotfam household.

- Avery is asleep (oh sure, nap it up sweetie … so that you can scream all night long).

- Carter is asleep (although he mumbled about how “mom and dad got to stay downstairs” for a good two hours after we put him in his bed).

- Chad is asleep on the couch (although he seems to know if I glance at him … and hurries up to mumble “I’m not sleeping!”).

- Layla is asleep (in fact … she just had a doggy dream which looked as if she may have been dream chasing someone … maybe in her dreams she chases Carter with trucks while yelling "Carter GO")

- Brutus is asleep in a laundry basket (he’s banned to the laundry room until he STOPS CRAPPING IN THE HOUSE).

And I’m awake. Not because I am not tired. But because I was trying to figure out how to do programming/coding on a new website - more to come on this … hopefully soon. But needless to say … programming/coding is just too smart for me. Too freaking smart. Maybe if I crap on the floor throughout the house ... I can take naps all day in a warm blanket in a laundry basket.

There are no pictures for this post. Not because I didn't have new ones. But because I left the camera in Avery's room - and she's sleeping. And hell if i'm waking her up when she's sleeping ... she turns all kinds of demon if you wake her from sleep.

Monday, November 1, 2010

We did the Mash

Once a year…a glorious day comes around. A day that some moms (read: me) turn into a week’s worth of dress-up events/photos ops. A day (read: week) of make-believe-meets photo mania. A day when dressing your 5 month old as a bunny and your 2 year old as an elephant isn’t seen as some sort of child torture… but is a fun and acceptable activity.

Me likey Halloween.

Given my obsession with bunny’s … and Carter’s obsession with elephants … my costume choices were obvious. Not to mention, I am on limited time until they start to pick their own costumes. So I have to get my must-haves in now.

My must-haves include:
- A monkey (Carter took care of this last year)
- A white bunny (Avery took care of this this year)
- A turkey (Carter took care of this two years ago)
- A princess (I get the feeling that this will take care of itself in the next few years)

Our Halloween Weekend went something like this:
Saturday during the day - I spent the afternoon frantically running around trying to piece together 80's costumes. My original costume idea was the prom dress from the end of 'Pretty in Pink.' However, as horribly put-together as it looked in the movie … it was actually harder to recreate than I had originally thought it would be. My next costume idea was to be Jake’s date from 'Sixteen Candles' (the girl who’s hair got stuck in the door). But this costume required too much explanation. So I ended up as Punky Brewster. And Chad was Doc Brown from Back to the future.
Saturday Night - Grandma G. came over to watch the kids and put them to bed ... and Chad and I went to an adult 80's themed Halloween party ( conversations).

Sunday - Pumpkin carving, trying to convince Carter to eat anything other than candy, trying to convince myself to eat anything other than candy, mentally lecturing myself for eating so much candy, and a little decorating.
And then grandma G. came over to see the kids in their costumes we got ready for trick-or-treating.

Sunday night – we brought the kids trick-or-treating for a short amount of time - to some of our friends houses and our immediate neighbors. And then we had to get the disgruntled/tired bunny home.
I asked this last year too - but pop quiz...what's in Chad's coffee mug? Hint: It's not coffee.

I hope you all had fun this Halloween. I know I did.

p.s. I originally had a whole paragraph typed up about "sexy women's halloween costumes"...but I deleted it. I haven't decided whether or not I will post it later. It just sounded like me bitching about women making themselves seem brainless. But somewhere in my made me sound bitter. Which I'm not. But I can't decide which is worse...bitter or brainless. So I opt not to answer that question.