The five w's of toddler questions

I was excited when my child learned how to speak. I was really excited when I realized he could talk and express himself so clearly. My Sam talked for well over a year and never really got stuck in the question faze. I bragged that he was bright enough to know the answers tot he questions so he didn't bother to ask.....seriously, was I misguided. Who, what, where, when why why why start pretty much every sentence that comes out of his mouth. Sam not only asks questions, he rarely stops to hear the answers. His questions are so predictable that I can usually answer them before he asked them.
Why we going shopping
Because we need food
Why we need food
Because we have to make something for dinner
Why we have to make something for dinner
So we are not hungry
Why we not hungry
You get my point....you cannot out answer a toddler. My favorite question is....Where my house go? I cannot see my house, Where my house go mommy?...Sometimes he will repeat this questions 10plus times and I (the ever patient mother) will try hard to give him an explanation his little mind can understand...but I cannot win, he out asks me every time.
So, I have started to try to teach him what an appropriate question is. I have explained that the question "Where grandma's house go" does not make sense and that he should think about what he is asking. Well, once again my toddler has proven one that he really does listen to what I say and two, that all things come around (in my case rather quickly.
This morning while we were getting ready for the day I asked Sam what he wanted for breakfast (perhaps a good question, but the reality was there is usually no choice...miniwheats is the weekday breakfast of choice around here...) Sam answered. "why you ask me that question mommy, we always have cereal, no pancakes, no waffles, we eat cereal...(then there was a long pause, Sam looked up at me with his head cocked sideways and said quick frankly) that wasn't a good question mommy, think about is, just think about it first..."

To sleep or to drink....

My first child was a dream, he slept from an early age and I felt like I was a champion mother who just had the right touch. Now I feel like my touch is about to get out of hand if little Miss doesn't finally learn to sleep.
Is there anything more torturous than lack of sleep??? Seriously, I feel like I have on some really thick glasses, ear plugs and a vise grip around my cranium...and that is after the morning coffee and 2 Tylenol.
I guess the most evident clue that I am sleep deprived is my unjustified new found hate for all those moms out there whose babies sleep. Really, I hate them. They look pretty, they are on time and for some godforsaken reason they are always happy. Normally I am a pretty chipper person but right now my dog is cowering in the corner of the room, the blinds are all drawn, I have a mug of milk (spiked with Kahluah and vodka) and my kids "blankie" wrapped around my shoulders. Please let the sleep fairies take me.....take me for a long long time.
Last night little Miss was awake every 25minutes between 9pm-4:30am. I have begged for help, pleaded for it actually....now I have relented, I am going to pay for it....sleep doula here I come....give me back my sanity, or give me a bigger bottle of booze.

Welcome

I am fairly new to blogging. Recently I started my first blog . A blog for an online course I am taking. It has helped me to see that blogging can be fun. So, here I am. For two years now I have been procrastinating putting my kids photos in albums. I have hundreds, thousands actually and have no where to start. So I decided to abandon that avenue and start blogging about my kids. They are so cute, and my toddler Sam says the darnedest things. the problem is, that I like so many before me have mommy brain and can only remember these for a few fleeting moments. So, I have opened this site in honour of my two beautiful babies. It is here that I hope to tell the good and not so good details of our daily lives, so I can remember and hopefully someday they can see how much they are loved.

So, without further adieu, welcome to the Gitter family.