Tempers

We have officially entered the "fit throwing" stage. Treyson has never tried my patience before beyond unrolling rolls of toilet paper and throwing my cell phone in the trash. Now, he tests it daily. I feel so bad for throwing him off to TRevor at the end of the day bc I am simple exhausted. Treyson is a sweet boy but he screeches and screams and throws fits constantly. It has to be because he can't vocalize what he wants to say, RIGHT? I feel like he's so young still, but really has to start being disciplined. Several moms told me to give him a little "flick" when he screams out of anger. I struggle with it. Other articles I read say to put him in his room untill he "cools" off. But does he really understand the purpose? I feel like he doesn't understand enough of what I'm saying.

Today, I tried to be a good mom and take him to the splash park. He sat down, kicking, screaming and having the hissy fit of a lifetime. I told him I am never taking him to another park in his lifetime.

I am beginning to realize how easy the first 18 months were. People, including myself, thought it was a cake walk. It was. Now.....now, I am scared. Discipline? Fits? SPITTING? (yes, he spits when Angry. I have NO idea how he learned such a thing. Rest assured, no saliva has left my mouth ever!)

Nonetheless, I love that little rugrat with all my heart. Tonight, we sat on the couch eating popcor and watching the Bachelorette. Trey is a BIG fan! He stood up in the middle of it and kissed the crown of my head just like I always do him.

It was pretty much the best kiss EVER.

Except that one his daddy gave me back in Jan '07.

(Except that one totally led to a hard core makeout. naughty.)

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More Pictures......

This would be Trevor AND my dream.

We stopped in Pismo Beach to visit some friends who own a big ranch. Their ranch "fence" line is the beach. No joke. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. Thanks Heather and John!

Poor, sad, sick Treyson.

I just love this photo of a door in Carmel.

Treyson was SO sick the day we spent in Santa Cruz. We tried to get him to ride a ride and he would crack a little smile then go back to his snuggly state. Poor, Poor baby. It only lasted 12 hours though. Strange.

One of the only shots of all three. Someone should tell me to always wear makeup.

He was so sickly...but candy cures all.

Candy. It was so cold.

I am a better photographer than Trevor. All his pictures of me and Treyson were totally blurry.

At the Japanese Tea Garden. Which we refused to pay to get in and look at plants. I have plenty of fields of plants to stare at all day every day.

Watching videos of himself.

Coolest toy ever. Trey loved spinning around and around. Till he almost puked after. Oops. They should totally make these adult size.

Stuck.

If I knew all it took was a park, I could have stayed in Parma to make the kid happy!

Obsession with Carousels.

california

We had a fabulous time in California. I brought two cameras, but ended up using my point and shoot more. Crappier pictures, MUCH easier to haul around. I guess this reveals my laziness.

Vacation is an interesting thing. I had waited so long to go somewhere, ANYwhere with my little family. It was a dream.

We stayed overnight in Reno, NV. Treyson thoroughly enjoyed watching Dora in a big comfy bed and swimming with dad.

Avila Beach. Special moments as it was Treyson AND Trevor's first time to the beach. We were on our way out of town, but so glad we could stop for a little bit. Treyson was NOT sure about all of it. I've never seen him so apprehensive. He warmed up for a little bit, but then threw the most incredible fit of his life which involved rolling around in the sand and getting sand in ever crevice of his body. Trevor and I just sat there stunned. I'm sure we looked like EXCELLENT parents.
Oh, and Trevor LOVED the beach.

Mad my canon ran out of battery HERE of all places.

Liked sand on the feet. And throwing sand at mom's face.

Meeting Sara. Sara is my blog friend. I'm so glad we finally met. I seriously felt like I had known her for years. She is my long lost best friend and you would want her to be yours too. Treyson is a little obsessed with her. Can you believe this picture?
She will be the best mommy.

Worst picture EVER, but whatever. Fun memories.

Have I mentioned that I gained SIX lbs. on vacation? NOT even exaggerating.

totally worth it.

One of the only pictures i made. And of course, it had to be a fat angle.

No one told us San Francisco was BUTT COLD!

And we're off....

Treyson loves to wear his irrigating boots and PJ's.

We call that slightly white trash and slightly cute.

Off to a week vacation in California.

If you have followed this blog long enough, you know what a big deal this is for me/us. We're excited. And for those of you who are left at home, I feel for you.

BUT, If the Roches can leave town, everyone has hope.

And guess what?

We only have to stop and look at cows at ONE ranch.

Praise the Lord. (And I mean this quite literally and not as a figure of speech.)

The end.

Events as of Late

Parties with some of Parma's finest. If it looks messy, it was. LOTS of water fights and potato gun shooting, kids and fireworks. And yes, there was cute decor, but no, I didn't take a bunch of perfectly posed pictures of it. I was too busy eating. Things got pretty wild. Wet tshirt contests and poop on my bathroom floor. Good thing we don't drink or who knows what would happen......

To say Treyson was excited about fireworks is putting it lightly. We had full open mouth laughing, pointing and knee slapping. Epic, I tell you.

Treyson and all his women. This is where he sat all night. These girls are so sweet and come over just to "play" with Treyson quite often.

Eating nuggets (yes, I feed my child Mcdonalds. GASP.)
Church on the fourth evokes full out fits.

Sometimes I throw fits when I have to go to church in a bowtie too.
I wish I had gotten better pictures but diffusing the situation and getting out the door on time was a little more important. He looked absolutely ADORABLE in a Pee Wee herman sort of way (minus the indecent exposure of course).
This is the damn snake in my kitchen. I say DAMN, bc snakes are of the devil. I can't begin to describe how much I never wanted to set foot in our house again after this episode. (Aren't our floors SWEET? ha.)
My friends at ECLIPSE. I thought the other movies sucked. This one was far better. Probably bc there were more teenage boys half naked. (Aren't you glad this blog is private so I can say things like that and not get called a pediphile?)

The end. And no, there are no picture of me and apparently, none of Trevor.

We're still alive.

Trevor is still hot.

I am still blonde and probably wearing sweats. That's really all that matters.