She Bad....

She Bad... that comes from one of the guidance folks that I work with. Sometimes we have no explanation for how kids behave except to say. "She Bad".There is no disability really noted. She is just Bad! It makes me laugh everytime I hear that or say that about a student. I can laugh a little because I am not responsible for teaching the child. I can talk to the child and attempt to guide them in the right direction but you can imagine how that goes...

I have started using the term at home with my own child. I have no explanation of why she does the things she does except that you cant fight genetics. I find myself saying daily "She Bad" I cant explain why when I pop her on the hand or on the bottom it doesnt phase her one bit. She continues with one of the following actions; digging in the litter box, dumping chips in the floor, grabbing my cup and pouring the liquid in the floor, tearing up paper and leaving it all over the floor, grabbing the cat by the fur, tail, ear whatever is available, kicking the cat out of the chair or off the couch, kicking the person changing her diaper and running around the house naked, grabbing clean clothes off of the table and mopping the floor with them, slamming the door and closing herself into a room and screaming at the top of her lungs until you rescue her, taking her out of the car and she makes a break for it and runs into the street, throwing every bathtub toy out of the tub, draining the tub and crying about it, pooping in the tub, throwing my shoes in the litter box or outside.. the list goes on and on... Most of these things happen within an hour. People wonder why I am tired all the time.. come see my sweet pea in action... I love her and I am glad I have an interesting child that keeps me on my toes even though "She Bad".. This is my blog of the day. With Love, Bamaslammer

Lazy.........

I am so lazy...I haven't had a bath nor has my child for two days!!! Two days and it doesn't even bother me at all... My house still looks like a tornado hit it.. doesn't really bother me either.. My times have changed for me. I would have never been home on a long weekend muchless with a dirty house, dirty baby, dirty cats, and a dirty me. But I am not caring to be honest.

I have had the most difficult week as an educator. I have learned a lot. Mostly it doesn't really pay to be a good person and tell the truth. It doesn't except for the fact that I go home at night with a clear conscience and knowing that I work hard and I do what is best not myself but for the good of others. I admit fault, mistakes, and I do not point out others mistakes. i also learned even if someone is not telling the truth you stand up for them and you stand as a team.

My conscience is clear. I also realized how crazy people are and how far people will take things to settle a score over issues that really doesn't matter. I kept thinking this week I get to go home to a wonderful child that God has blessed me with life moves forward. Well, I need to go back to my laziness blogging is just way to much work for me... With Love, Bamaslammer

Nope, not a cowgirl, not a panda, and certainly not a Clown!

Dear Ava,

Nope, you will not be a Cowgirl for Halloween! I know your grandma sent you that rockin' Cowgirl hat and she sent you a cute clown shirt! You will not be a panda, and certainly not a clown! Yes, I saw that cute panda mask she sent you, also.

Ava, you must understand. This Holiday and (Halloween is a holiday for me) is what I look forward to all year. I am thankful that Halloween this year is on a Saturday! I have my DVR ready to record the Morning Shows on Friday. I just love to see Regis and Kelly dressed up. I dont know why?? I really dont. It is always so cheesy but I love it! Halloween is what I live for! I love the commericals, children dressed up, and the yearly Halloween party a friend of mine threw until he moved away. But, now I have you Ava to dress up and share my love for the Holiday with. No, it is not devil worship!! It is good clean and scary fun! I have already searched the world over for the perfect Halloween costume for you! Just let me have my fun until you get big enough to say "mom have you lost your mind? none of my friends wear those silly customs, you are cramping my style and making me look like a baby, I am not dressing up!" the horror!

I have such mixed emotions about you growing older. On one hand, I cant wait until you get bigger so you can feel my excitement as fall approaches. On the other hand I want you to stay little so I can live my Halloween dreams through you! You know kind of like dads with their sons and sports. Same thing basically. I have this strange feeling that when you get older you will decide you hate Halloween and love some other Holiday more! You already rebel against wearing shoes, drinking out of a sippy cup and you are determined to get to the cat food no matter were I put it.

So, Ava let me have this Halloween and maybe next year you can be a rockin' cowgirl, pretty panda, or a clown! Well, you will never be a clown if I can control it! I hate clowns! I have always hated clowns! I am not fearful of anything else but clowns and snakes. I will not share this with Ava until she is in her late 40's because if Ava is as stubborn as her mom she will dress like a clown everyday and have a roomful of snakes! I have been teaching awhile and I know what happens to children when they turn 13!!!!!! This is my blog of the day! Love, Bamaslammer... PS more to come on those evil clowns!!

Your slowness is stressing me out man! Hurry up!

Life as adult is not quiet as easy as I thought it would be. I pictured life as an adult as pretty much rainbows and butterflies. But instead I feel like I live in a constant rerun at times. The day to day activities are the same. I also get really stressed out if things do not go as planned and quickly. I no longer live minute to minute. Yes, I guess I am saying I lost the fun! I will get it back one day. I suppose. I really noticed I had a problem when a friend of mine visited and she just didnt do things fast enough for my world. I mean when you push someone out of the way because they are not running the bath water fast enough for your child, you might have a problem. And especially when your friend cleans your shower and you complain because first of all you dont need any help and second of all she might be trying to help but cant she hurry it up!!! Geez.. I have a schedule to keep and a baby to feed.

A friend of mine was talking today at work that when she goes shopping she is on a schedule. She leaves her house at a certain time and has each place she wants to go to mapped out along with a designated time to arrive home. I decided right then and there that she is someone I would love to hang out with! She is not a time waster and I would love to shop with her. If anyone has ever noticed I only shop by myself or with Ava. It is to stressful to cart someone along with me. They waste time by looking at things they dont need and I am on a schedule!

Dont get me wrong I love my daughter and would give up everything to see her cute face daily. But My life is a constant rerun! I really thought as an adult I would travel to many exotic locations.. Well, my exotic location is the Mexican restaurant in town or on a "fancy" night I love to go to the local Japanese place. Yes, I get take out because the waitress might be slow and it will get all over my nerves. If she is slow I might have to get up and help her because I need to keep a schedule. I am beginning to think that I am OCD or could possibly be one day.

I think I am going ahead and reserve my place at the "funny farm" Because it is coming. I think I am going to make a new years resolution that I will relax! No clock or schedule.. but it really is stressing me out to think of trying to accomplish my new years resolution. So I will just keep the stress of a schedule that I have! My child in the photo is stressing me out because she has an obsession with Cat Food and doesnt mind knocking the cat out of the way to get to it! I do think she thinks she is a cat! Now that is stressing me out more!

Not Your Business :)

Having a child is a huge responsibility and there is absolutely nothing wrong with not wanting the responsibility. Which takes me to my "beef" with those who constantly ask people who are childless "When are you going to have children?" agg. That is an extremely personal question and it is not everyone's right to know. If it was that person's business I am sure the "news" or "information" would have already been shared with them.. right...

Asking when someone is going to get married can also fall in that category. In my opinion it doesnt come close to "When are you going to have children?".

I use to say to people when they would ask me "When are you getting married?" "When I want to be as miserable as you.." :) Now I just say "When I feel like it" or "never" or "you will be first person I share the news with". It really depends on my mood that day. That question doesnt bother me but I can understand how it could bother others.

Asking someone when they are going to get married is one thing but when they ask "Are you going to have children?" is another one. Having children is such a personal thing. I am glad to have my babybamaslammer and I love her more than anything in the world. Having her has been truly life changing. I dont even speed anymore because I worry of what might happen to her if something happens to me. Instead of thinking of what drink am I going to drink, what am I going to pick up for dinner, and where am I going dancing this weekend. I think of the future now not just the current minute of the day. I plan.

Just once when asked "When are you going to have children?" I want someone to say "After I met your kids I decided to never have children". :) I think it would be funny and I bet they would never ask that question again. This is my blog of the day. With Love, Bamaslammer

Easter..

This is a photo of my little monkey in her Easter Dress. I think she looks cute but what kind of mom would I be if I didnt think so. I went back home to Alabama for Easter and to attend a little party for baby bamaslammer. My mom bamaslammermom threw a party for her first granddaughter. She invited the family and a couple of my close friends. We had a great time and I will be posting more photos from the party. Baby Bamaslammer did her best to hold out and enjoy the party fun. But with the long drive and all the excitement of meeting her friends and family she completely wore down. She is still trying to recover today. I think she has slept more in the past few days than she has her entire infant life. I am not minding one bit. I am rocking her, holding her, feeding her, and reading to her. I am loving it! Baby bamaslammer on the other hand is annoyed with me at times. She just wants to be left alone to kick in the floor and make noises. I am glad for her independence but deep inside my heart is melting a little bit already. I think to myself it wasnt long ago you and I were up all night and you needed and wanted me and now.. baby bamaslammer you are spreading your wings a little bit and it is killing me! This is my blog of the day... with love, Bamaslammer

Didnt Come With Instructions....

This cute little Easter Dress came with a tag of instructions.. how to wash.. do not bleach,dry clean only...

The fridge came with a brochure of instructions...how to clean, how to set the temperature...


The bouncy seat comes with a pamphlet of instructions... Do not place your child upside down in the bouncy seat, how to assemble.....

The Television came with a booklet with all types of instructions.. how to install, how to program, and it also had instructions in Spanish...


This cute baby bamaslammer cowgirl came with nothing.... I mean nothing.. not even a tag, pamphlet, or a brochure of instructions much less a booklet in English and Spanish! Not even a paragraph on when to feed, change, or put to sleep... nothing... nada... not a single thing... I am thinking maybe there should be a class that gives you some type of instructions... I'm just sayin...

This is my blog of the day... With Love, Bamaslammer.