Saturday, March 2, 2013

What I want this blog to be...

I have been thinking, stressing and praying about what I want this blog to be about, and in turn, what I want Mippy Manor to be about. There's just so much I have to write about that I was reaching a point of utter confusion and writer's block trying to narrow it down. Then, I started the other blog, and things started to make a bit more sense in my mind. 

So, from here on in, this is the place where I'll write about the day to day life here as a stay at home mom to the Mippies, commonly referred to as Ryli and Landry. I still really want to give homeschooling a try, but getting them into a routine comes first. Just parenting, cloth diapering, and things of that sort. How things get done working around my disability from the stroke and my bipolar will be discussed in both blogs, I'm sure. 

Mippy Manor will get the full on Mama's Mission, where as Mippy Mommy will just take a condensed Mippy-related version. I hope that I get the opportunity to do reviews on both. So, here's to a better, more thought out solution to split the blogs and tie them together. 

Until Monday...


Friday, March 1, 2013

March's Mama's Mission of the Month

  • Continue to take meds and chart moods (Mood Tracker)
  • Find a primary care doctor and a dentist then make and keep appointments
  • Continue to old school journal

  • Get us into a rough routine
  • Have a date night

  • New routine (posted on the blog on Tuesday) starting in earnest Monday, March 4
  • Fix problem with insurance and make check up appointments
  • Start chore chart for Ryli on Monday, March 4

  • Start “Play” school
  • Keep chugging away at Mary Pride’s Complete Guide to Getting Started in Homeschooling
  • and iPod time for Ryli

  • Meal plan and stick to it
  • Do a budget with Ryan and STICK TO IT!
  • Spring Cleaning

  • Diaper Group on 3/8
  • Call Grandma
  • Go to a Meet-up!!!

  • Blog a minimum of Monday-Friday on both blogs!
  • Come up with a plan for the blogs


Mission of the Month

Monday, February 18, 2013

Waking the Spawn

Normally, spawn is NOT a term that I would choose to use with Ryli and Landry, but when it came to waking them up this morning, it really was the only term that seemed to fit. They were evil, much like I used to be, but I had an excuse: I was a teenager then! It took roughly two hours to get them up. I'd try for about five minutes, give up, and do more housework, then go back again.

Dirty looks abounded. Ryli had some cute lines such as "I up!" and "No, you go sleep!" which made me giggle. They were both making blind jabs and kicks in my general direction. Landry, who'd feasted on beans for a bedtime snack with Daddy stuck his little cloth clad booty in the air an let one rip. Once in awhile, I'd see a flash of brown eye, usually during one of those evil looks.

Good news is I got a lot more done with them asleep than I would have if they were awake. Bad news is I have to keep them up as late as I can, totally napless, or I will easily reach the 20-hour day mark, being that I got up at 5:00 this morning. Yeah... this is going to be fun.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Friday #1

Chapter One: Being a Mom

"Being a mom means thinking that you're the luckiest person in the world."

Oh my goodness... yes! To make and carry and nurture something from microscopic to as yet undetermined heights is a miracle in and of itself. It should be considered a very common, very natural superpower. Just saying. Even on the most trying of days, where the kids either don't behave, puke, pee, or poop on me, or something totally non-kid related has me down, all I need to do is think about my kids and I just feel lucky. It's a title that once granted can never be revoked. To be the kisser off boo-boos; the referee; confidant; comforter; enforcer; the list just goes on and on.

My luck in a lot of things is pretty mediocre, but in motherhood, I am the luckiest person in the world. 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Friday's "Thing"

Well, one thing I've decided on is my Friday "thing"... I'll be going through the book 1001 Things It Means to Be a Mom (The Good, The Bad, and The Smelly) by Harry H. Harrison Jr. and writing my take on the thing.  With 1,001 things, I should be busy for quite awhile. Some weeks, if there's not a lot about the entry that intrigues me, I reserve the right to do more than one. I'm going to start that this Friday, so stay tuned.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Boo-boo all better

As adults, we're all familiar with the phenomenon of somehow injuring ourselves, but not noticing it until we find the cut, scratch, bruise, or whatever. I've been known to occasionally torture myself trying to figure out just how I inflicted the wound. More often than not, I never can quite remember.

A few minutes ago, Ryli came out to the living room nearly crying saying "Boo-boo... I have a boo-boo". She presented Ryan and I with her pinkie finger, with a little scabbed over scratch up the outside. We both gave the requisite kisses, but it still had her totally bent out of shape.I offered her a band-aid, and she nodded.

I went to the bathroom and got a plain old band-aid. I carefully applied it to her tiny little finger which she held amazingly still for.I bent and kissed it. In return, she hugged my legs and gazed up, saying "Mommy, thank you. Boo-boo all better!" She ran to Ryan and said "Daddy, my boo-boo all better".

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Family Field Trip

Yesterday, I needed to go to the store and Ryan really wanted to play disc golf before work, but looking at the clock said there was no way to do both. Our compromise: get the kids dressed and ready to go, and we all went to Ross and Target. Ryan needed to look for more work clothes and he'd been promising me a new purse for ages (I'm picky about purses and had been looking constantly every time we'd been anywhere that had them).

We split up the second we walked in the door to Ross. The guys got a cart and headed to the men's department, and Ryli held my hand and walked to the opposite side of the store to purses and handbags. A few purses jumped out at Ryli, but I was looking for something a bit more subdued than the Ed Hardy and pink(imagine something between cotton candy and Pepto Bismol pink) numbers that she was gravitating to. On our way up the third aisle, I found it... a pretty brown purse that had a larger compartment down the middle with two smaller ones in front and behind. Another plus were the pockets on the ends that could hold a sippy cup apiece. I snagged that puppy up!

We headed over to the men's department. Ryan had already found a few things to try on. Since Landry was still content sitting in the cart's basket, I told Ryan that I'd take Ryli back to the kids' department since she had some birthday money in my wallet. She found a Dora Mega Blocks set, so we rejoined the guys. I took Ryli to the restroom, and then took both kids to the kids' section so Ryan could try on what he'd found. 

As the kids looked at the toys and played, Ryan sauntered back in the jeans that he'd found. He was unsure about them, but I told him that they were really good (because they were!!!) so he went to try on the prospective work shirts that he'd found. 

Ryli put Dora back for a really cute pair of Osh Kosh pink glittery ballet flats that she'd found. She tried them on and stood up, then proceeded to rip off the tag and had it to me, then put her other shoes in her backpack. All righty, then.

We went to check on Ryan to see what the hold up was on his second trip down the runway, and he was a bit less than thrilled. Apparently, the attendant stopped him and told him that it was against store policy to leave the fitting room area to show anyone anything. That was a new one to either of us. Ryan grabbed a truck for Landry and we headed to check out. Ryan went out to grab the Target cart we'd parked outside, and I checked out.

Upon leaving Ross, it became glaringly obvious that Landry needed a bit of freshening up. To put it mildly, he stunk. Ryan ran the loot from Ross to the car to exchange it for the diaper bag. I changed Landry first thing when we got into Target while Ryli and Ryan went on a daddy-daughter recon mission.

The grocery shopping portion of the trip went by as expected... the kids were getting tired of being at the store and running amok except for when they were eating samples. Ryli grabbed an armful of bananas and put them in the cart, which was miraculous considering the proximity of the Valentine's Day candy. We got what we needed and headed to the registers.

Once we found a short enough line and got in it. That's when the cart anarchy began. Ryli was nice enough to busy herself with putting things on the conveyor belt, whereas Landry just wanted out. He is no stranger to attempting to bail from carts, so as soon as it was unloaded, Ryan escorted the kids to the car while I checked out.

Soon, we were headed for home, no major melt-downs and two sleeping toddlers. I call that a win!