Clean up.

Today we wandered out into the toy room to play some blocks. As I tried to find somewhere without toys big enough to build a kick ass castle, or in the case of Austin, a very tall tower. I finally decided to actually go through and clean out some of his old toys from the toy room.

I've been talking about doing this for about 2 weeks because it's just so ridiculous in his toy room. He wants to play with something but there are so many toys on the floor that he brings stuff into the livingroom, dropping stuff on the way, so we have a toy-toy room, a toy-hallway and a toy-living room. Just for good measure most days we also have a toy-kitchen room.

I am also a bit of an organization freak. So one bin for cars/trucks/anything with wheels, one bin for blocks, and I just gave up on the other 2 and made them an everything else bin. I get irrationally annoyed when my husband cleans up and just throws stuff in the closest bin. When I do a monthly clean and go through the bins I get annoyed because the 2 year old doesn't follow my bin specifics. (yes, I know that is even more irrational then getting annoyed at my husband. lol)

So I start going through a bin, then another. I empty one full bin and start putting toys in there to go. I kept distracting Austin away from the growing pile of toys to something else so he wouldn't start digging and become attached to the toys again.

Finally I go through all the piles, and bins and cubbies and distract my child once again while I start picking up my pile and sending them out the back door. We will figure out what to do with them when he can't see me put them away. Some are for trash, but some are just toys he's had since he was a baby and doesn't really need now at 2 1/2.

This is the pile I managed to eradicate from his room.

Now his room was free of toys he doesn't need but there was still a million pieces of play food. I would hand him a piece and tell him to put it in his kitchen. So he takes it out to our kitchen. *ugh* Now, trying to get the cleanup to finish and stay clean, that is a whole other feat.

I swear my blood pressure is through the roof today. He walks in with a pepper in his hand, I ask him to take it back to his toy room and while he is at it put the pot and lid back there too. He puts down the pepper, picks up the pot, puts the pot back down and walks away. Leaving the pepper there too. I call him back, tell him to go put it away. He picks up the pepper and takes it back to his toy room. By now I want to start banging my head off the kitchen table.

As I'm sitting here and typing this? He walks into the kitchen with this.

A wagon full of blocks, a blanket, 1 shoe (yes, one. No wonder we can never find pairs.) and some kitchen food. Immediately I tell him to turn back around and take it back. Just after this picture was taken he went down the step and lost all the blocks. I ask him to pick up the blocks. He walks to the door of his toy room and starts throwing them in there. Oops. My Bad. Guess I need to stop doing that.

As you can tell by the picture we are still trying to get the rest of the toys out of the kitchen. And yes, the pot and lid are still sitting beside me. sigh.

Busy week, fun weekend

I've got a busy week ahead of me this week. It's because of this person right here:



My Mommy!!!!! She's coming to see me for a weekend! Her plane gets in on Friday night and I am excited! We have a jam packed weekend planned with some awesome fun, I'm sure of it.

However, as any kid knows, this means making sure everything is spotless. I have plans to wash our kitchen floor (!?!?!?!?!) and make my house all pretty. Maybe even pick up some flowers to put out.

Only 3 more days and I can't freaking wait!!!

My house.

Looks like this right now.

It's not pretty. Lots of packing done and a bit more still to do. Unfortunately in that still to do list is my craft stuff. NOT looking forward to packing that up. I know I need to move less then I have, but how do you turn your back on your supplies. haha. ok, I'm being dramatic, but that is going to be a huge daunting task that I'm kind of afraid of.

Tonight I packed up Austin's toys. He was at my mom's so I figured I would take advantage of that time and do his toys. Well, it was a disaster. He came home halfway through the packing. He kept trying to pull his toys out of the boxes and was crying hysterically like I told him he wasn't allowed another toy for the rest of his life. When I tried to move him away he was trying to climb over me to rescue his toys. o.m.g. it just broke my heart. Then, I put him to bed. Even though he was yawning he wasn't going to bed. I could hear him walking around his room (for over an hour and a half) opening the closet and the hood of his car bed checking for his toys, then going to the door and crying. I finally laid him down and sang to him until he fell asleep. I really wish he was old enough to understand what is going on and that he will get his toys back in a few weeks when we're all moved.

Stupid lasagna.

New rule. No eating food that has been in the fridge for more than 2 days. That was not a nice stomach ache I had.

This week I have done almost nothing. Monday I did nothing all day, didn't shower, didn't even brush my hair. Tuesday I did some cleaning. I cleaned and vaccuumed my living room, clean a bunch of stuff upstairs and then cleaned my living room a second time when Austin dumped my glass on juice into the bag with his scrapbook and some baby shower presents for my brother and helen. I was so worried about everything getting ruined I dumped the bag upside down on the floor, now spreading the juice all over the carpet instead of contained in the bag. *there was also A LOT of cursing going on.* Took me about 30 minutes to clean everything up. I think I now need to remove all my furniture from my living room and steam clean my carpet because last week Austin also spilled another glass of juice and a can of sprite in the living room..... Yes, I've gone through a shit load of paper towels this past week. sigh.

Then Dave's mom came over to watch Austin so I could go out and exchange the diapers we currently had in size 3 for size 4 since I know opening another case of size 3's would be pointless. Well, that was quite the fun trip, and I had the customer service ladies at walmart giving me attitude... but I won't bore you with the story. Dave's mom was awesome and not only bathed, fed, and put my son to bed, she also cleaned my front hallway. I had been looking at it all day trying to figure out where to start with the scary mess that was there, and deciding just to come back to it later...

Today we got up and I decided to head out before Austin's nap since I had some things to mail but forgot to do it last night when I had the chance. I went to my mom's work and ended up visiting with her for about 2 hours and ended up spilling an ice cap. (seriously, no drinks are safe between the two of us!) I am blaming austin though because he wouldn't stand up and help me out making it easier to pick him up so when I bent over to get him out came the ice cap... yup... totally his fault. lol. We got home and I could tell Austin was getting tired so I gave him a bottle instead of food and he was down for a nap for 3.5 hours. I tried to read but couldn't get into it so I just watched some movies till I was starting to get sleepy and had about a 45 min nap when Austin woke me up. I made him some carrots and beans for dinner and while they were cooking and cooling I gave him some cereal *wheats and biscuits or something like that, reminded me of pancake mix before you put it in the pan..lol* his 'meat' *finally got him to eat the vegetable beef baby food without crying and spitting it out!! woo hoo victory!* and some apple grape sauce. *Which, instead of buying the baby food version for $0.75 I just bought the walmart brand unsweetened kind for $1.97 and it had 6 containers instead of 1* Then he got his carrots and beans which he didn't finish eating but I didn't think he would.

We had a tough time at bed because even though he was tired, I couldn't find his soother (which was behind the humidifier under a bunch of stuff he pulled off the side tables) and someone *cough*Dave*cough* didn't do as I asked and re-charge the batteries from the mobile when they died (and I remember the conversation clearly "While I put Austin to bed can you please take the batteries out of the mobile and re-charge them so they are ready for tomorrow?" Response "I'll do it tomorrow...." Well, tomorrow never came...) so tonight the batteries in his aquarium died. So we have a dead mobile and a dead aquarium and a cranky baby because he doesn't have his soother or music to fall asleep to. Finally get him down, take the mobile downstairs to take the rechargable batteries out of, and can't find the screwdriver. We keep the screwdriver in the front hall closet on the right side of the shelf so that we always know where it is. I remember going to get the screwdriver for dave a while ago and he didn't return it (But really, am I suprised???) Tomorrow I am going to have to go out to the garage and find another one and put it in the closet so I know where it is. (and maybe go buy some more re-chargable batteries so I have a set charged when the other set dies?) Just goes to show that even though Dave is in Alberta so far away he can still annoy the crap out of me... But... I still love him. And miss him.

I want to get some pictures up here of my super awesome shopping deals at Children's place on Sunday but I had temporarily lost my camera. That kind of thing happens when you don't clean your house since your husband left and you have crap everywhere... I found it though yesterday... right where I left it.. of course. lol Maybe tomorrow I will have some pictures to share!