Brayden Meets the Easter Bunny


When I think of the Easter Bunny, I come up with an image like the one below. A fun and cute cuddly bunny that brings chocolate and eggs and prizes to you while you sleep! A bunny who cares for children all around the world and spends a whole year like Santa preparing for delivery day. I can personally remember being just as excited for the Easter Bunny as I was Santa!


I figured that since Brayden was finally old enough to really realize what was going on, I would take him to the mall to get to see the Easter Bunny up close! We had it planned for a Saturday and planned to leave early in the morning, (I had a secret agenda, I was gonna shop). I even went the day before and bought Brayden an awesome Easter outfit to wear for his picture!

When we got there, we were early enough the line was not very long. As soon as Brayden got to see the Easter Bunny, he grabbed a hold of my leg and through his tears screamed at the top of his lungs, “I AM NOT GOING TO SEE DAT BUNNY! NO MOMMA NO MOMMA!” I think Brayden seen the Easter Bunny like this picture!


I picked him up and gave him the best protective mama bear hug and told him that the Easter Bunny was going to come and see him and bring him all kinds of candy! Brayden replied, “I DON’T WRANT ANY CANDY FROM DAT FING!” His sobs were so loud we were drawing quite the attention from others who had gathered to see that bunny. I decided that it was time for us to leave.

When we got home, he was still in shock. Easter was still a week away. On Easter eve, Bradyen made Anthony, (his dad), check all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked so the Easter Bunny could not come in our house. After he had fallen asleep I hid Brayden’s Easter basket in the dryer so that he wouldn’t freak out without us awake if he found it on the table. That morning he came hopping back to my room with a huge grin and said, “Da Easter Bunny wras not here mom!” I got up and told him we should hunt for his basket just in case he had brought him something special.

Upon reaching the dryer, I gave Anthony a hopeful look that Brayden would be accepting of his basket. When Brayden opened the dryer door, he let out a loud scream and slammed the door shut! He ran out of the laundry room screaming, “HE POUND ME! HE POUND ME!” and shut himself in his room. It took at least 20 minutes to calm Brayden down to where he could even breathe. I think that we shall try this again next year. This next time we will not even go close to a person dressed up as the bunny!




As a mom, you never get a break. Those of you who are moms know what a 24/7 job it is! There comes a time where you just want a day to yourself. It’s good for you to do this once in a while. It keeps yourself happy and healthier (mentally anyways) and when mommy is happy, everyone is happy! I decided about a year ago that I would take one of these “personal” days and sit around the house doing nothing. Even if I had to tie my hands together to keep from cleaning I was going to do it! Napping would be ideal and watching what I wanted for a change on television.

I phoned my mother who came and picked Brayden up at 9:30 in the morning and said she would have him back by supper time. I packed him a little to-go bag and waved and smiled as they pulled out of my driveway. After catching what seemed like 30 kisses that had been blown to me, I shut the front door.

Whenever I turned around to face my living room, I danced around because I was finally going to have some me time! This time it was going to be awesome because I didn’t have to lock myself in the bathroom tp get some time to myself, I could be wherever! I sat down on the couch and pulled a blanket over me and fell asleep until 1.

When I woke up, I felt amazing! a 3 1/2 hour nap really hit the spot! I sat up on the couch and turned on the television. I watched about 15 minutes of my favorite program and started to feel curious. I reached for my phone to call mom and check up on Brayden. She answered and assured me that they were having a blast baking cookies. I hung up and resumed watching my show. The only thing that was wrong is I was actually watching it in peace and quiet. This was supposed to be awesome but all I was feeling was lonely.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to go get Brayden! I put on my shoes and drove out to my mothers. Whenever I got there Brayden greeted me in the front yard with a big hug and told me he missed me and made me 3 cookies! I smiled and scooped him up like a baby bird and headed to the house. I collected his belongings and we went home together. The whole time he was telling me the fun things him and Mee-Maw did all day.

Maybe a day for relaxation is good for you, but it is not good whenever I feel lonely. I would rather take the chaos that I have become accustomed to than the emptiness and quietness of the house I sat alone in. Brayden has become a part of me much like I am a part of him. Relaxation will probably never be a thing for me. even when he is 30!


Keeping Elf on a Shelf a Secret!

This year, for Christmas, we decided to do the popular trend with Brayden called Elf on a Shelf. For those of you who do not know what Elf on a Shelf is, it is a little Elf that is around your house and is supposed to be keeping an eye on the children. He see’s you like Santa does and at night he flies back to the North Pole to report to Santa how naughty or how nice you have been.

Every night, to prove that Brayden that the Elf was keeping tabs on him, you as a parent are supposed to move him around and get him to doing naughty or nice things around your house. Our Elf was naughty and every morning, Brayden had to wake up and seek him out. One morning, the Elf was hanging from our Christmas Tree and there was toilet paper wrapped up in this. (For those of you who have children and have purchased the Elf on a Shelf you know how unoriginal this idea was, but hey, what can I say, it was all last-minute).

After Brayden had found him he wanted to call his Grandma and let her know. After telling Grandma his oh so exciting story, he gave the phone to me almost as if he was waiting for me to validate to Grandma that this elf really was moving around our house and causing trouble. I picked up the phone and I almost let it slip! Grandma had just asked me what I had done and I started to say, “Well, I went and got some….” I thought oh boy, i better rephrase that! “Well, I woke up this morning and poured my coffee and seen what happened!” Oh whew! I almost let Brayden know I had set the whole thing up!! He smiled and scampered off into his room.

I knew that keeping Elf on a Shelf a secret was going to be tough. I’m not gonna lie, I almost let it slip at least 8 other times. I am just not very good at this yet I guess!

Brayden Needs A Break!

Sharing seems to be the one thing that Brayden struggles with. Since he is an only child and I don’t really play with his toys, I play with Brayden, he doesn’t really understand the concept of sharing. In hopes to remedy this and let him see another little girl talk about sharing her toys it would help remedy the situation. Here is the exact video that I showed to Brayden a while back.

After watching this, I talked with Brayden about sharing. I said to him, “See how she likes to share her toys. It makes her feel good. When you see other little boys and girls you should try to do the same and remember how good it makes you feel to share your things with others.” He thought about it for a second, and like most 3-year-olds, he was bored with what I had to say and left.

It was only a few short weeks after viewing this video and we were working on sharing together that some family came down with little one’s of their own. I remembered to remind Brayden about the importance of sharing and encouraged him to think about his own feelings if someone wouldn’t let him play with their toys.

As soon as we got into the house, sharing lasted for only an hour or so and then the little boy who was playing with Brayden got a little territorial with a t-rex figure that was Brayden’s. Brayden said to him, “If you let me play with the t-rex I will let you play with my truck!” The little boy gave him a look that clearly said, “Hey, I’m not sharing this, you better back off.” The little boys mom said nothing. When parents say nothing after you have tried to make an effort to keep them all getting along and teaching lessons, it gets a little frustrating!

Pretty soon, there was no getting in between them. They had divided half of the toys up. Each boy had a toy that the other boy wanted. They were screaming at each other to hand over the ones that they each wanted and was getting no where. The other parent still sat there like she was a flippin zombie and she was totally oblivious to the war that was going on right in front of us, I wanted to go over to her and say, “Hello in there! Are you gonna team up with me or just be a bump on a log?”

Instead of waiting for her to try to do something with the boys, I just picked Brayden up and removed him from the situation. It was time that he needed a little break from what was going on. I decided that the best place for him to take this break was outside on my lap. I sat there and tried to calm him down from crying and explain again what Grover had tried to say a few weeks back. Brayden said, “But mom, he wasn’t sharing his toys either.” I didn’t know what to say really. I told him, “Yes, and that was not nice. Do you see how you felt whenever he didn’t share his toys with you? This is why we must always share with each other. You wasn’t sharing with him either, I wonder if he feels as rotten as you do.” He sniffled a little bit and wiped his nose with his arm and told me, “I’m ready to go back inside and share my toys.”

I let him up and we walked back into the house together. Brayden did his best with what he had to work with. Brayden told him, “You don’t want to hurt my feelings and I don’t wanna hurt yours, so we should share!” Now something I haven’t mentioned is the little boy who was playing with Brayden was a whole year older than he was. The little boy still said nothing and the mother remained a bump on the log. Better luck with the next kid he plays with!!


For those of you that have read my posts prior to this, you know that we have recently said goodbye to Bobbie (Brayden’s bottle). There is another item that is Brayden’s prized possession… his Buddy. Buddy and Bobbie used to go hand in hand… until the Bobbie fairy came and took them away of course. If you haven’t guessed what or who Buddy is, I will fill you in. Buddy is Brayden’s security blanket.

This blanket has extra special meaning. It is not just a regular receiving blanket we picked up at K-Mart for $9.99. This Buddy came special ordered and for good reason. When I was little I also had a Buddy. In fact, I still sleep with mine and cherish it. Whenever Brayden was born, I told my mom we had to find Brayden one!

We searched in every store around. This blanket is a thermal blanket with satin/silky trim around it and is made by the blanket company Baby Morgan. We couldn’t figure out why we couldn’t find one! After doing some internet research, we found out that the company had went under and in order to get one you had to order them from someone who went to a closing sale and is currently selling them on Ebay. They still make Baby Morgan blankets (now called Little Inspirations) but not the vintage ones like I have.

So we got on Ebay to price them and they are selling them on this site for $89.99 plus $14.99 for shipping and handling. I couldn’t say no, I wanted him to have a Buddy too, so I ordered him a blue one that is identical to my vintage one.

To this day, Buddy is Brayden’s prized possession. He carries Buddy with him everywhere. Buddy will even go potty with Brayden. The one thing that breaks my heart is the shape that Buddy is in just after 4 short years and for how much money I spent on him. Buddy is now just threads and very ragedy looking because Brayden thinks he is a wonderful thing to chew on. I looked for another one, and I am having a battle with myself over getting him a new one because mine has never had to be replaced and I don’t know if I can do that to Brayden’s or not. The price however has gone up another $7.00 in 4 years.

Code Adam

Today, I thought I would tell the story of the time in Wal-Mart whenever I lost Brayden and had to have them call a Code Adam. This day was frustrating, hilarious, and entertaining for everyone that happened to be in the store that day. I will say this, I have never been more embarrassed than I was that day!

It all started out good and well. When you’re a mom, usually you end up with a heaping cart full of crap whenever you go to Wal-Mart. It is just so HANDY! Today was the same as any other day and I had probably $300.00 worth of things in my cart, ranging from diapers to groceries. Brayden and I had picked out a ‘just because’ present for my mother and needed a card to go with it. Before going to the checkout and getting the heck out of there, (which thinking back on it, a handmade card would have been just fine), we pit stopped at the cards.

Brayden always rides in the cart, I hardly ever let him walk because in my opinion, Brayden is 3 going on 17 and thinks he can just do whatever and whenever. Riding in the cart also saves me the embarrassment of Brayden’s whatevers and whenevers. This time, he looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and asked if he could get out and get a cart and pick out his Mee-Maw’s card. I could not say no, so I let him out and our card hunt had commenced. I was reading this card and whenever I finished, I looked up and Brayden had disappeared.

I instantly panicked! I had no idea what to do or where to look first. I was frozen in fear! I looked up a couple of aisles and couldn’t see him. I went back to where we were and he wasn’t there either. At this time of Brayden’s disappearance, Kawasaki had let out and Wal-Mart  was flooding with hundreds of people. I couldn’t have seen him if I wanted to! So, I did the next best thing and went up to the cashier and told him in these words, “I have lost my son in your ginormous store!” His face was priceless. His mouth had dropped open and his eyes were about to bulge out of his skull.

This cashier happened to be my favorite guy that works there every time I am in there. I always go to his checkout no matter how long I have to wait. He looked at me with his shocked face and said, “OH MY GOD! Ok! Don’t panic, I got this! Tell me what he was wearing, what color of hair he has, and anything else that can help us find him. I quickly filled him in and as soon as I was finished he was on the intercom.

This is where it gets embarrassing, hilarious, and frustrating all in one. The cashier got on the intercom and I quote, “Ok everyone, we have a Code Adam, I repeat a Code Adam! We are looking for a 3-year-old little boy with blonde hair. He has a blue long-sleeved shirt on, jeans and bright green rain boots.” By the time he had made the announcement it was like a scene from a move. The big doors into Wal-Mart automatically close, no one goes in, and no one goes out. I turn around to see what the cashier was looking at and there was a long row of managers that were sweeping in from the back of the store to the front in a long line. Each dressed in Blue shirts and black pants with headsets on communicating with each other.

No longer than all the managers came to the front and the big door to this wonderful place had shut, I overhear someone on their headsets say, “Yeah, I got him!” Whew! I was relieved! They told me where Brayden was and I ran like I was in a race. He had went to the front of the building where the little Elmo car is that kids can ride for $0.50 and was sitting in it. The lady that was standing with him looked at me and said, “He tried to go out the front door and I didn’t let him.” I quickly thanked her and went over to Brayden and tried to pick him up out of the Elmo car. Brayden thrashed and screamed at me like I was someone trying to kidnap him! The woman kind of looked at me like, “Are you really his mother?” I gave her a reassuring look and continued to try to peel my screaming baby out of the Elmo car.

After getting Brayden out of the car I returned to my cart to pay for my things. Whenever we were in the checkout, everyone was looking at me like I was an idiot. Brayden was bawling as loudly as he could and ripping things off of the shelves in the checkout aisle that he could get his hand on. He was screaming, “I hate you!! I wanna ride the Elmo car!! MOM!! I wanna ride the Elmo car!! Just let me do it!!”  I would try to calm him down and get him to focus on something else but nothing was working. He was just screaming at the top of his lungs. Behind me I heard a lady say, “There is that little boy they were just looking for!” I do my famous eye roll and I think to myself how much I’m going to need a good glass of wine after this!

We get into the car and I don’t say a word. Brayden eventually cries himself to sleep because I wouldn’t let him ride the Elmo Car, and I drive straight to my mothers. Whenever I get there, I let her in on what just happened 25 minutes ago and she laughs so hard that tears run down her cheeks! She said to me, “See! I told you! I said you would have a child that was worse than you whenever you were growing up!” I couldn’t help it and started to laugh too! She opened the bottle of Moscotto Di’Asti and poured us each a glass and we sat out on the front deck and talked about stories of me being a terrorizing 3-year-old while Brayden peacefully took a nap on Mee-Maw’s couch.

To this day…. no matter how much Brayden begs, he rides in the cart!








This is the definition of challenge given by :

1.a call or summons to engage in any contest, as of skill, strength, etc.

2. something that by its nature or character serves as a call to battle, contest, special effort, etc.: Space exploration offers a challenge to humankind.

3. a call to fight, as a battle, a duel, etc.
4. a demand to explain, justify, etc.: a challenge to the treasurer to itemize expenditures.
5. difficulty in a job or undertaking that is stimulating to one engaged in it.
I am going to tell you a story based on #2: something that by its nature or character serves as a call to battle, contest, special effort, etc. I got sick and tired of hearing how when I am not working or doing homework, I am doing nothing. This holds the same for my boyfriend, except he doesn’t have homework, he just works.  I said to Anthony, “Fine, if you think I do nothing, I am going to go to work on Sunday and you are going to be babysitting Brayden ALL BY YOURSELF.” He just laughed at me and sarcastically said, “Ok.”
Game on! Anthony is in for hell. Not only do you have to do the chores, but you have to entertain Brayden too! I laughed and as I walked out the door to go to work. I took one last final look at my house, knowing it would look like a bomb would hit it when I get home later.
After arriving at work, I got my first phone call about what to feed him 15 minutes after I have been gone from home. I filled him in, how Brayden likes it cooked, said ‘good luck’ and hung up the phone.
Another 45 minutes later I got a phone call about where all the blocks came from and whenever they are finished playing with them, where do they go. HA! This was my first indicator that Brayden had been in the storage room, up on a chair, and got the forbidden blocks down. I say forbidden because I swear, I have stepped on more blocks and watched the dog chew up more of the blocks than Brayden actually played with.  So I know that Brayden has wrecked the living room at this point. We shall see after today what he says whenever he says I do nothing.
I got  a few more phone calls as the day went on asking for answers to simple questions. I finally was getting no work done so I started to refuse the calls. It was about time for me to leave and when I checked my cell, there was 14 missed calls from the boyfriend. All I thought was I hope no one went to the emergency room  and the house is still standing.
When I pulled in the drive, there were no lights on in the house. I walked up the stairs quietly just in case the boys were sleeping and opened the door. To my surprise, the house was actually clean! There were at least 2 sink fulls of dishes overflowing in the dish drainer, but they were clean. What were these boys cooking?? I walked around and everything was just in the place it was whenever I had left.
I set out to look for the boys who I found in my bed. Both of them were sleeping. Brayden had his legs swung over Anthony and I could hear faint snoring. After untangling the boys, I woke up Anthony. He looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry. This is kind of hard.” I just smiled and got in bed. After a few seconds I opened my mouth as if to say something and he immediately interrupted me and said, “Yes! You win!” Pleased with Anthony’s reply, I quickly shut my mouth and rolled over.