Lost my knobs

As you may or may not know we’ve had to remove most of the knobs off our kitchen cabinets after many failed attempts to Matthew-proof our house. This solution annoys the heck out of me cuz in order to open a cabinet I have to bend all the way down to the floor and open it from the bottom; I could use my feet but alas I don’t seem to have the coordination or the dexterity to perform this feat. This is a crappy setup for someone who has a bad back. Well, since Matthew has decided he loves to steal the hairdryer and towels out of the bathroom vanity, guess what’s gone in there too now? Grrrrrr! I swear these men in this house are trying to drive me out of here and take over!

Portion sizes for toddlers

I must advise everyone that just because your baby or toddler continues eating a particular food beyond the recommended serving size doesn’t mean you should continue to feed him/her this particular food. Case in point: after feeding Matthew his dinner tonight I decided to give him some fruit – apples and blueberries. Sounds harmless right? But it was in one of those big jars, and he just kept eating and eating til it was gone (granted I helped him out a little but my few spoonfuls didn’t amount to much). I paid for it in spades about 30 minutes later with the most gawd-awful poopy diaper I have thus far had the misfortune to change. Damn blueberries! You could smell him from across the room, it filled his diaper and spilled out onto the leg, and he even crapped UPWARDS! Moms of girls have no concept of how difficult it is to clean poop off a penis and scrotum sac! Not to get graphic or anything, but there seems to be more crevices for poo to hide on boys and the more attention spent on that particular area the more they seem to enjoy it and then you have a whole other problem on your hands that could send you screaming to a shrink! Consider yourselves warned and stay away from blueberries.

Leave me alone when I’m on the computer!!!

Ever since he was roughly 6 months old, Matthew has been sitting with me at the computer while I’m playing on it. At first it was cute, and then absolutely adorable when he started Msn’ing his Daddy while Daddy was at work. It was a nice bonding time for me and my little guy, and we sat together and shared the keyboard nicely. Back then. Now Matthew is not content to just sit here and watch the pretty colours on the screen, or let me type away on the keyboard or click the mouse freely; now he pulls my hands off the keyboard and plops them down on the desk, and grabs the mouse out of my hand and turns it over to stare into the bright red light. Grrrr! And for some reason he has to sit at MY computer. If Daddy is on his, Matthew could care less but as soon as Mommy walks TOWARDS her computer he must stop whatever he is doing and follow. If I sit down and don’t pick him up and put him on my lap, he twists my chair around to face his direction (he must think the only reason I don’t pick him up is because I don’t see him. Yeah right!). Now that he’s climbing on everything he no longer waits for me to pick him up; he simply climbs up onto my lap. Here’s what I really don’t get. Why is it that if BOTH Mommy and Daddy are at their computers at the same time does he still choose Mommy’s computer over Daddy’s? I just want to tinker around for a bit, answer emails, surf the net, or play solitaire in peace. But if he’s here with me, that ain’t gonna happen! So I get annoyed. But as I was driving home from work yesterday I was thinking about how silly it is to be annoyed with something so trivial, and how in a few years’ time I’ll really miss those moments when he actually WANTS to be with me. So I guess I should just shut up, stop complaining about it, and hug my little guy here at my computer. And get him his own damn keyboard and mouse!