Right now it is Covergirl's 50th Anniversary, so I am sharing a little bzz about that, and hope you check out this link to find out more information if you like!
http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223
About Me
- Kimbo Central
- San Tan Valley, AZ, United States
- A wife and mommy to a beautiful three year old son, blogging about being a mommy, and taking care of my family.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Posting a little bzz about Covergirl
I am a member of a website called bzzagent.com. This company is all about word of mouth advertising, and based on survey's you fill out about your lifestyle and preferences, you will recieve invites to join campaign's for products, in which they send you for free to try out, along with coupons for friends and family, and other great information. I've recieved so many free products, including Covergirl makeup, which while I don't have a lot of time to always put on makeup while chasing down the little man, when I do get a chance to go out, I always use Covergirl.
Right now it is Covergirl's 50th Anniversary, so I am sharing a little bzz about that, and hope you check out this link to find out more information if you like!
http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223
Right now it is Covergirl's 50th Anniversary, so I am sharing a little bzz about that, and hope you check out this link to find out more information if you like!
http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Attack of the Allergies!
Pardon my absence from here, but I've had my face buried in tissues!
I never had allergies when I was growing up, but somewhere in my twenties I noticed that during the spring and fall I'd sneeze a little more then usual, and my eyes would become red and itchy. I hit my thirties though, and that was it, I spend more time with my face in a tissue then anything else.
I thought at first I was going to get the cold that the little man woke up with one morning. He had a terrible cough, and with RSV and Croup running rampant around here, I made a call to the doctor to make sure it was nothing more then a simple cold. Luckily, she was able to diagnose over the phone based on his symptoms that he didn't have anything to be concerned about, and instructed me to let it run its course. Of course, after Christmas time and the endless bouts of illness we had around here, I thought we would get a reprieve, but not so much. I knew with his coughing and sneezing on me, I was going to get it too.
However, it seems allergies got to me first. Last week we had a day of terrible wind, and after that I couldn't leave the house without the eyes watery like I was crying and sneezing almost uncontrollably. Along with that, my nose decided it had enough, and seemed to close up on me, making it impossible to breathe, eat, drink, or sleep. Thank goodness for that new Advil Congestion Relief. I wonder if I can get an endorsement deal....
Anywho, with a sick baby and a sick mommy, I know we haven't been the easiest for hubby to live with. This past week I had just a handful of sleep between being up with the baby who was miserable, and then being up myself because I couldn't breathe. The other night I was so miserable and just wanted to sleep, but had the baby up and I just started crying. It was as though my body just couldn't handle anymore of not feeling well and not sleeping. I usually can handle being sick pretty well, but this allergy/cold attack was really taking its toll on me.
The little man is finally feeling better to where he is able to sleep through the night again, and my nose has finally decided to unstuff itself enough to allow me to eat, drink, and thank goodness, get some much needed sleep! I slept so hard that I didn't even know hubby had gotten up for work, got dressed, and left! I even started feeling human enough to cook dinner last night, although I can't smell anything. This has become helpful though in not being able to smell dirty diapers, however now I have to constantly wrangle him for enough time to check his pants to make sure he hasn't gone. I'll know when I am well again when I get a whiff of that as he runs past me.
I never had allergies when I was growing up, but somewhere in my twenties I noticed that during the spring and fall I'd sneeze a little more then usual, and my eyes would become red and itchy. I hit my thirties though, and that was it, I spend more time with my face in a tissue then anything else.
I thought at first I was going to get the cold that the little man woke up with one morning. He had a terrible cough, and with RSV and Croup running rampant around here, I made a call to the doctor to make sure it was nothing more then a simple cold. Luckily, she was able to diagnose over the phone based on his symptoms that he didn't have anything to be concerned about, and instructed me to let it run its course. Of course, after Christmas time and the endless bouts of illness we had around here, I thought we would get a reprieve, but not so much. I knew with his coughing and sneezing on me, I was going to get it too.
However, it seems allergies got to me first. Last week we had a day of terrible wind, and after that I couldn't leave the house without the eyes watery like I was crying and sneezing almost uncontrollably. Along with that, my nose decided it had enough, and seemed to close up on me, making it impossible to breathe, eat, drink, or sleep. Thank goodness for that new Advil Congestion Relief. I wonder if I can get an endorsement deal....
Anywho, with a sick baby and a sick mommy, I know we haven't been the easiest for hubby to live with. This past week I had just a handful of sleep between being up with the baby who was miserable, and then being up myself because I couldn't breathe. The other night I was so miserable and just wanted to sleep, but had the baby up and I just started crying. It was as though my body just couldn't handle anymore of not feeling well and not sleeping. I usually can handle being sick pretty well, but this allergy/cold attack was really taking its toll on me.
The little man is finally feeling better to where he is able to sleep through the night again, and my nose has finally decided to unstuff itself enough to allow me to eat, drink, and thank goodness, get some much needed sleep! I slept so hard that I didn't even know hubby had gotten up for work, got dressed, and left! I even started feeling human enough to cook dinner last night, although I can't smell anything. This has become helpful though in not being able to smell dirty diapers, however now I have to constantly wrangle him for enough time to check his pants to make sure he hasn't gone. I'll know when I am well again when I get a whiff of that as he runs past me.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Squeak!
I had a toy stuck under my chair.
Your probably saying to yourself, "Huh?", so let me explain. I had a toy stuck under my power chair, for the 3rd time this week, and I could not get it to leave me.
One of the joys of being a mommy in a power chair means that things tend to get stuck underneath my chair, and then I drag them around all day until either I finally roll around enough for it to become unstuck, or my husband comes home and can reach under there and retrieve it. With a house definitely lived in by a toddler, and may even put a preschool to shame, it is not hard for me to get something stuck under me for the day. Sometimes it is clothes that get stuck on a wheel, other times an empty water or soda bottle as my son loves to bang around the house. Today, it was a bright blue rubber duck.
I'm not sure how the duck got there. I am assuming I must have backed up over it as I left his room after putting him down for his nap. I suddenly felt the familiar feeling of something dragging underneath me and I knew just what I had done. "Here we go again", I thought, wondering what it is that I will be making friends with for the day. It wasn't until I went from the hardwood floor of the living room/kitchen area, and into my carpeted bedroom that I heard the squeak.
That's right, for an entire afternoon, I squeaked.
I suppose I should start being more careful about looking where I am going, or shall I say rolling, but I've become so accustomed to just going about my daily business, and forgetting that my house has a million things just waiting to be rolled over. I spend more time making sure I am not going to run over the dog or the baby, since they love to hang out in what I call my "blind spots". A common phrase in my house is, "Where are you?", to which I hear happy little feet toddle out from behind me so I know it is safe to proceed. Sometimes I even have to move the husband out of the way, since after four years of being together, he still sometimes gets under my wheels.
Toys, however, I forget are attracted to the bottom of my chair like a magnet.
I think this is another one of those things that makes me unique as a mommy. I don't hear many moms complain about getting toys attached to them for an entire afternoon, and then proceed to squeak. At least it made the little man laugh, and frankly, I'll do anything just to hear that beautiful sound.
Your probably saying to yourself, "Huh?", so let me explain. I had a toy stuck under my power chair, for the 3rd time this week, and I could not get it to leave me.
One of the joys of being a mommy in a power chair means that things tend to get stuck underneath my chair, and then I drag them around all day until either I finally roll around enough for it to become unstuck, or my husband comes home and can reach under there and retrieve it. With a house definitely lived in by a toddler, and may even put a preschool to shame, it is not hard for me to get something stuck under me for the day. Sometimes it is clothes that get stuck on a wheel, other times an empty water or soda bottle as my son loves to bang around the house. Today, it was a bright blue rubber duck.
I'm not sure how the duck got there. I am assuming I must have backed up over it as I left his room after putting him down for his nap. I suddenly felt the familiar feeling of something dragging underneath me and I knew just what I had done. "Here we go again", I thought, wondering what it is that I will be making friends with for the day. It wasn't until I went from the hardwood floor of the living room/kitchen area, and into my carpeted bedroom that I heard the squeak.
That's right, for an entire afternoon, I squeaked.
I suppose I should start being more careful about looking where I am going, or shall I say rolling, but I've become so accustomed to just going about my daily business, and forgetting that my house has a million things just waiting to be rolled over. I spend more time making sure I am not going to run over the dog or the baby, since they love to hang out in what I call my "blind spots". A common phrase in my house is, "Where are you?", to which I hear happy little feet toddle out from behind me so I know it is safe to proceed. Sometimes I even have to move the husband out of the way, since after four years of being together, he still sometimes gets under my wheels.
Toys, however, I forget are attracted to the bottom of my chair like a magnet.
I think this is another one of those things that makes me unique as a mommy. I don't hear many moms complain about getting toys attached to them for an entire afternoon, and then proceed to squeak. At least it made the little man laugh, and frankly, I'll do anything just to hear that beautiful sound.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
What did you just say!? When your toddler misuses a common word...obscenely
Before becoming a parent, I remember friends of mine with toddlers would either put their kids on the phone or have them talk to me in person, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never understand what it was they were saying. To me, it all sounded like a bunch of gibberish. So, as I am sure many can attest to, you do the popular nod of the head and the "Oh, really?" comment, and hope that suffices. That is usually when the parent steps up and says, "Sally just asked you for a cookie", giving you that look of "DUH, how did you not understand that".
With a sixteen month of my own now, I understand fully how mothers can understand their toddler's gibberish. It is as though they are speaking a foreign language, and only mommies understand it. I know that "Nom Nom" means he wants to eat, but that "Nommy Nommy" means he wants a drink. "Cook", followed by his hand patting the stove, means I am supposed to cook him some food, and "a done" means he is done with whatever it is he was doing, whether it be playing with a toy, or done with his nap. However, he says the word "Bop" a lot, and I am still not sure what it means to him, as he says it to everything.
Unfortunately, there are some words that are clear to everyone that he is saying, although what he is saying means a totally different thing to adults. Let's look back at the word "Cook". Whenever I am making my little man a meal, he doesn't seem to understand that food has to cook in order to eat it, so I started telling him that mama cook, and that cook meant making food. Well, he learned the word alright, although let's just replace the second"O" in the word cook, with the letter "C". Wait for it.....NOW you get what he is saying!
When this gem of a word first came out of my toddler's mouth, we couldn't believe it. So I tried sounding out the O sound of the word, hoping that would help. No such luck. Whenever he is hungry, he walks around the house saying it. My husband just looked at me and said, "What did you do?"
I am sure many of you can relate to this, and I am sure this is not going to be the first word he will butcher, and I am sure such words as "truck" is going to come out sounding like a lovely four-letter expletive. I suppose, in those moments, instead of trying to explain to people in the store that no, your son does not have a fetish with a certain male body part, you can just smile, pat your little one of the head, and keep going. Only a mother would understand.
With a sixteen month of my own now, I understand fully how mothers can understand their toddler's gibberish. It is as though they are speaking a foreign language, and only mommies understand it. I know that "Nom Nom" means he wants to eat, but that "Nommy Nommy" means he wants a drink. "Cook", followed by his hand patting the stove, means I am supposed to cook him some food, and "a done" means he is done with whatever it is he was doing, whether it be playing with a toy, or done with his nap. However, he says the word "Bop" a lot, and I am still not sure what it means to him, as he says it to everything.
Unfortunately, there are some words that are clear to everyone that he is saying, although what he is saying means a totally different thing to adults. Let's look back at the word "Cook". Whenever I am making my little man a meal, he doesn't seem to understand that food has to cook in order to eat it, so I started telling him that mama cook, and that cook meant making food. Well, he learned the word alright, although let's just replace the second"O" in the word cook, with the letter "C". Wait for it.....NOW you get what he is saying!
When this gem of a word first came out of my toddler's mouth, we couldn't believe it. So I tried sounding out the O sound of the word, hoping that would help. No such luck. Whenever he is hungry, he walks around the house saying it. My husband just looked at me and said, "What did you do?"
I am sure many of you can relate to this, and I am sure this is not going to be the first word he will butcher, and I am sure such words as "truck" is going to come out sounding like a lovely four-letter expletive. I suppose, in those moments, instead of trying to explain to people in the store that no, your son does not have a fetish with a certain male body part, you can just smile, pat your little one of the head, and keep going. Only a mother would understand.
What's your daily morning routine?
The alarm goes off at 5:30a and I make sure hubby gets up and ready for work. Then I go right back to sleep until about 9 or 10, which is when the little man gets up. I change him, and then we have breakfast and playtime.
If you had to throw away either your TV or your computer, which would you choose?
Hmm, well I guess the TV, because you can watch TV on the computer now too.
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
When I was 5 I came home from school and told my mom I wanted to change my name to Lisa. She told me I had to ask my dad, because he was the one who named me. I thought about it for a bit, then said nevermind, I'll just be Kimberly.
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