Yep, he's 31 years old today. So to celebrate, I will list 31 reasons why he's the one for me:
1. He makes me laugh all the time.
2. He is a great Dad
3. He tells me if my outfit is cute and if it sucks
4. He likes it when I tell him all about the book I'm currently reading.
5. He doesn't mind too much that I have to reach all the stuff on the high shelves at our house.
6. He respects my obsession with chocolate.
7. He loves my siblings/parents/extended family.
8. He loves to play games.
9. His mind is usually in the gutter, which makes it less lonely for mine, since that's where mine resides most of the time.
10. He can be teased and he doesn't freak out.
11. He teases me
12. He'll let me play halo with him on xbox, even though i end up getting killed by some extremely demonic alien, therefore ruining his chances.
13. He lets me sleep in most Saturday mornings.
14. He hates when I insist on "hospital corners" for our bed, but just deals with it.
15. If we ever have an argument, no matter how mad we get, I know that everything will be just fine.
16. He likes sea monkeys and is totally cool with our sea monkey aquarium.
17. He likes to spend time with the kids.
18. He likes to spend time with me w/o the kids around.
19. He likes to eat cookie dough with me at 10:00pm while we watch tv.
20. He secretly likes when I bug him, just like I secretly like it when he bugs me.
21. He's honest and not afraid to voice his opinion.
22. He sticks up for me.
23. He has a close relationship with God.
24. He is the best 80's dancer I know and he's not afraid to show off his mad skills.
25. He plays racquetball with me, even though I'm horrible. But, he does make me wear these really ugly protective eye glasses, but whatever. Better to look dumb, then be blinded.
26. He likes to go to Costco with me and look at all the things we want, but can't afford.
27. He is an awesome cook.
28. He is certified to scuba dive which means I have an automatic dive buddy for the rest of my life.
29. He taught me how to fly fish.
30. He taught me how to farmer blow. I'm not good at it. I don't want to get good at it, but at least I know the logistics.
31. He is my best friend and if the world crumbled around us and we were the only two people left - I would die happy.
Happy Birthday!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
FYI
so, J and I got married 8 years ago. At that time, our parents were nice enough to help us get our pantry stocked. My mom sent me with some of her stuff, and J's mom sent some of her items. Well fast forward 8.5 years to last night. I received a copper-bottomed pot for Christmas and the copper has a coating on top of it so it won't tarnish. I needed to soak the bottom of the pot in a mixture of hot water and baking soda to take off the coating. As I was doing this, I started reading the back of the baking soda box. You can use that stuff for tons of things. Laundry, cleaning tile and grout, even indigestion. The indigestion directions warned you to check the expiration date of the baking soda. I thought I would take a little look. Wow.
Yes, my baking soda expired in June of 1997. That was the summer of my sophomore year in high school. I just barely got my driver's license.
I started rummaging through my spice cupboard. I found the coolest thing ever. Check this out:
It just looks old, right? I have never used Cream Tartar for anything. I have no idea what this stuff is. I turned the tin upside down and holy crap - check out this expiration date:
Yeah, this stuff expired on July 20, 1978. This tin of cream tartar went bad over 30 years ago. I wasn't even a thought yet. My older sister was 2 months old.
My mom came over last night to play some games. I showed her the cream tarter and she laughed and laughed. She said she used to use that stuff to make homemade playdoh. She told me since I had kept it this long, I might as well keep it around - just for posterity's sake. I mean come on - who has a tin of some totally weird tarter concoction that's been around for over 30 years!
Yes, my baking soda expired in June of 1997. That was the summer of my sophomore year in high school. I just barely got my driver's license.
I started rummaging through my spice cupboard. I found the coolest thing ever. Check this out:
It just looks old, right? I have never used Cream Tartar for anything. I have no idea what this stuff is. I turned the tin upside down and holy crap - check out this expiration date:
Yeah, this stuff expired on July 20, 1978. This tin of cream tartar went bad over 30 years ago. I wasn't even a thought yet. My older sister was 2 months old.
My mom came over last night to play some games. I showed her the cream tarter and she laughed and laughed. She said she used to use that stuff to make homemade playdoh. She told me since I had kept it this long, I might as well keep it around - just for posterity's sake. I mean come on - who has a tin of some totally weird tarter concoction that's been around for over 30 years!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
My personal Christmas has just started . . .
Okay so every Christmas season there is one ultimate event that will start my holiday celebrations. No, its not black friday. No, its not putting up the Christmas tree or stringing lights around the house. Nope, its not the first snow. Before I can begin celebrating Christmas with every fiber of my soul, one single thing has to happen. And that beautiful cataclysmic event is this:
I have to hear Wham's Last Christmas on the radio.
There are certain rules & regulations I must follow. I cannot "hunt" for the song. I can't look it up on youtube. I can't put in my Wham Cd and listen to it that way. I have to randomly hear this song playing on the radio. I've done this for the last 10 years or so. J thinks I'm completely crazy, but he respects it. Its a good kind of crazy.
I don't know what it is about this song. The synthesizer, the awesome beat, the insanely hot mullets - but I am forever connected to this song. I can sing every single word. I know every single little nuance and tone change. I know when George Michael really starts to feel the music. I mean come on - there is like a whole section where you can hear Christmas bells. How can you get any better than that? Its like my heart soars, the world becomes a better place and I start to believe in my fellow men again.
I went up to my buddy's house last night and on the way home I turned the radio on. Just turned it on. and the sweet melody I wait all year to hear was playing loud and clear. It was like Wham was there, in my car, playing this sweet carol just for me. It was beautiful.
So, to all my peeps out there, I'll leave you with a portion of the lyrics. From this, you can see how I am completely under the spell:
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My God I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
And you better believe that now I've heard it randomly, I've listened to it like 50 more times. Let Christmas begin.
I have to hear Wham's Last Christmas on the radio.
There are certain rules & regulations I must follow. I cannot "hunt" for the song. I can't look it up on youtube. I can't put in my Wham Cd and listen to it that way. I have to randomly hear this song playing on the radio. I've done this for the last 10 years or so. J thinks I'm completely crazy, but he respects it. Its a good kind of crazy.
I don't know what it is about this song. The synthesizer, the awesome beat, the insanely hot mullets - but I am forever connected to this song. I can sing every single word. I know every single little nuance and tone change. I know when George Michael really starts to feel the music. I mean come on - there is like a whole section where you can hear Christmas bells. How can you get any better than that? Its like my heart soars, the world becomes a better place and I start to believe in my fellow men again.
I went up to my buddy's house last night and on the way home I turned the radio on. Just turned it on. and the sweet melody I wait all year to hear was playing loud and clear. It was like Wham was there, in my car, playing this sweet carol just for me. It was beautiful.
So, to all my peeps out there, I'll leave you with a portion of the lyrics. From this, you can see how I am completely under the spell:
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My God I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
And you better believe that now I've heard it randomly, I've listened to it like 50 more times. Let Christmas begin.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
C's first sleep-over
Man, she's getting so big. She had her first sleep-over ever last night. I dropped her off around 6:45pm. She slept over at my Grandma's house with all the other cousins. They decorated gingerbread cookies, made countdown christmas chains, and had an awesome time. i picked her up at 8:30am this morning and she was all smiles. They didn't go to bed until midnight, and you can be sure I'm paying the price today - but it was totally worth it.
Last night, after I got home from dropping her off, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Wondering if she was gonna remember to brush her teeth. Wondering if she was going to be able to fall asleep okay. Wondering if she was gonna wake up in the middle of the night scared. She's just getting so big and old! I totally have separation anxiety. She just better plan on living at home during college, and once she gets married, she's gonna have to still live at home. hahaha.
Last night, after I got home from dropping her off, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Wondering if she was gonna remember to brush her teeth. Wondering if she was going to be able to fall asleep okay. Wondering if she was gonna wake up in the middle of the night scared. She's just getting so big and old! I totally have separation anxiety. She just better plan on living at home during college, and once she gets married, she's gonna have to still live at home. hahaha.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Nothing blog-worthy to talk about . . . . . . . .
I'm bored. The weather is crummy and cold. We don't have anything fun and exciting going on. Other than F's molars making their debut and C's routine naughtiness - nothing out of the ordinary is happening. If anyone is dreading the upcoming cold/crummy months - here's a little something to brighten up your day:
She's attempting to do her really mean/mad face. I think she did a pretty good job pulling it off. If you're wondering what the sweet lyrics are to this song - I've posted them a few posts below this one. Thanks to J for teaching (and remembering!) such awesome songs.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
The ladybug is back
About a year ago, C had a dream about an evil ladybug that came through her window and bit her on the ankle. She was dead serious about it and was terrified of this horrible no-good ladybug. She would show anyone her ladybug bite on her ankle (which was this tiny red mark made by her tennis shoes). If you tried to tell her that ladybugs don't bite - she would INSIST they did and she had proof.
After about a month of constantly being worried that the ladybug and its posse of mean friends were going to attack - she finally dropped it.
Well, its 11:30pm, Thanksgiving night. C started yelling for me. I ran in there before she woke up F and she was sitting straight up in bed, staring at her mattress. I asked her what the problem was and she explained that the lady bug was back! and it bit her on the thumb! She was obviously still asleep and dreaming. She kept asking me what the "black spots" on her bed were (there are no black spots). I tried to explain to her that she was dreaming but she didn't believe me. So, I just tucked her in but before I left, she pulled up her legs really fast and said to me, "mom, something just bit my toe" and the whole process started all over again.
I was laughing so hard when I got back into my room. I told J about it, and he had to see for himself. So, he went into C's room and talked to her for a bit about the dreaded ladybug's return. He made plans with C to make a ladybug trap tomorrow afternoon. I will post pictures of the trap as soon as its done.
After about a month of constantly being worried that the ladybug and its posse of mean friends were going to attack - she finally dropped it.
Well, its 11:30pm, Thanksgiving night. C started yelling for me. I ran in there before she woke up F and she was sitting straight up in bed, staring at her mattress. I asked her what the problem was and she explained that the lady bug was back! and it bit her on the thumb! She was obviously still asleep and dreaming. She kept asking me what the "black spots" on her bed were (there are no black spots). I tried to explain to her that she was dreaming but she didn't believe me. So, I just tucked her in but before I left, she pulled up her legs really fast and said to me, "mom, something just bit my toe" and the whole process started all over again.
I was laughing so hard when I got back into my room. I told J about it, and he had to see for himself. So, he went into C's room and talked to her for a bit about the dreaded ladybug's return. He made plans with C to make a ladybug trap tomorrow afternoon. I will post pictures of the trap as soon as its done.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Husband tag from Chelsea
1. What is his name?
J. A.
2. Who eats more?
J, unless we're talking about soda pop, and then I win, hands down.
3. Who said "I love you" first?
J. We were standing outside of his house, in front of my car and he said it. He was nervous.
4. Who is taller?
Me, by at least 3 inches. I have to reach all the high stuff in the cupboards at my house.
5. Who is smarter?
J. Although I have a better memory.
6. Who is more sensitive?
Me. J is not sensitive at all. He's got super thick skin.
7. Who does the laundry?
Me. 100% me. I'm lucky if I can get J to put his socks in the laundry basket.
8. Who sleeps on the Right side of the bed?
If you're lying on the bed, I sleep on the right.
9. Who pays the bills?
Me. I use a budget program (Microsoft Money).
10. Who cooks more?
Me, although J loves to cook and would a lot more, if he had the time.
11. What meals do you cook together?
Lettuce wraps, pot stickers, garlic burgers - lots of stuff.
12. Who is more stubborn?
J. But, I hate feeling like I'm being told what to do. So, if someone tells me what to do, I won't do it - on pure principle.
13. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
Its probably equal.
14. What do you like to do together?
Swim, spend time with family, watch movies, fly J's airplane, play with kids.
15. Who eats more sweets?
Me for sure.
16. Guilty Pleasures?
Ruths Chris steakhouse.
17. How did you meet?
At a family party. I was at my step-grandma's house and J was there with my step-uncle (they were high school buddies).
18. Who asked out who?
J asked me. I said "no" and told him I was dating someone, even though like 1 week earlier I said I wasn't dating anyone. I just didn't want to get involved. Then, about 2 weeks after that, my step-uncle finally arranged a date between us and the first thing J said to me when he got in the car was, "what happened to your boyfriend??" Its a miracle we ended up together.
19. Who kissed who first?
J kissed me. It was like our 4th or 5th date.
20. Who proposed to who?
He proposed
21. His best features?
I love his eyes and smile.
22. What is his best quality?
He loves to play. He is really funny. He loves to have a good time and is always looking for something fun to organize with friends. He's a great Dad. He teaches C so many fun things. Yesterday he taught her this song:
Great green gobs of grimy greasy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, dirty little birdies' feet
Great green gobs of grimy greasy gopher guts
And I forgot my spoon!
So they gave me a ham sandwich with boogers on top
Monkey vomit and camel snot
Parakeet eye balls dipped in doo.
Yummy Yummy Yummy its good for you.
What for dinner? Horse manure
where'd you find it? In the sewer
and so on. So yes, I have a 3 year old singing at the top of her lungs about gopher guts, monkey meat and boogers.
I love my husband!
J. A.
2. Who eats more?
J, unless we're talking about soda pop, and then I win, hands down.
3. Who said "I love you" first?
J. We were standing outside of his house, in front of my car and he said it. He was nervous.
4. Who is taller?
Me, by at least 3 inches. I have to reach all the high stuff in the cupboards at my house.
5. Who is smarter?
J. Although I have a better memory.
6. Who is more sensitive?
Me. J is not sensitive at all. He's got super thick skin.
7. Who does the laundry?
Me. 100% me. I'm lucky if I can get J to put his socks in the laundry basket.
8. Who sleeps on the Right side of the bed?
If you're lying on the bed, I sleep on the right.
9. Who pays the bills?
Me. I use a budget program (Microsoft Money).
10. Who cooks more?
Me, although J loves to cook and would a lot more, if he had the time.
11. What meals do you cook together?
Lettuce wraps, pot stickers, garlic burgers - lots of stuff.
12. Who is more stubborn?
J. But, I hate feeling like I'm being told what to do. So, if someone tells me what to do, I won't do it - on pure principle.
13. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
Its probably equal.
14. What do you like to do together?
Swim, spend time with family, watch movies, fly J's airplane, play with kids.
15. Who eats more sweets?
Me for sure.
16. Guilty Pleasures?
Ruths Chris steakhouse.
17. How did you meet?
At a family party. I was at my step-grandma's house and J was there with my step-uncle (they were high school buddies).
18. Who asked out who?
J asked me. I said "no" and told him I was dating someone, even though like 1 week earlier I said I wasn't dating anyone. I just didn't want to get involved. Then, about 2 weeks after that, my step-uncle finally arranged a date between us and the first thing J said to me when he got in the car was, "what happened to your boyfriend??" Its a miracle we ended up together.
19. Who kissed who first?
J kissed me. It was like our 4th or 5th date.
20. Who proposed to who?
He proposed
21. His best features?
I love his eyes and smile.
22. What is his best quality?
He loves to play. He is really funny. He loves to have a good time and is always looking for something fun to organize with friends. He's a great Dad. He teaches C so many fun things. Yesterday he taught her this song:
Great green gobs of grimy greasy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, dirty little birdies' feet
Great green gobs of grimy greasy gopher guts
And I forgot my spoon!
So they gave me a ham sandwich with boogers on top
Monkey vomit and camel snot
Parakeet eye balls dipped in doo.
Yummy Yummy Yummy its good for you.
What for dinner? Horse manure
where'd you find it? In the sewer
and so on. So yes, I have a 3 year old singing at the top of her lungs about gopher guts, monkey meat and boogers.
I love my husband!
Friday, November 21, 2008
The type of terror only a mother can appreciate
I took the kids swimming this afternoon. We got back and ate a late lunch. I got F to bed and then decided to jump in the shower myself. I left C perfectly content watching cartoons and eating apple chips.
25 minutes later, and I was getting dressed, C walks in my bedroom. She has this dark brown ring around her lips, dribbling down her chin and neck, and finally coming to rest on the front of her shirt. She is holding a cup. Not a sippy with a lid - a plain old plastic cup. She has this HUGE smile on her face.
C: Mom! Look what I did!?! I made chocolate moo milk all by myself and I didn't even spill!
M: Oh . . . . . . (i'm pretty much speechless at this point while visions of what my kitchen looks like, and possibly the living room carpet). "Um, C? Can I see that please?"
C: sure!
I take the cup from her and in it is this super dark brown, almost black, sludge. Its like the consistency of molasses. I take the cup and C's hand and we make our way downstairs - all the while I'm hoping against hope that my kitchen won't look like Willa Wonka's factory blew up.
I enter the kitchen. Quickly scan for the exact location of moo milk making. I can see the stool that was pushed over the cupboard where the Nestle Quik is kept. I notice the fridge is open and the milk container is on the floor. Then, I see it. Right there on the kitchen rug. This mini Mt. Everest of Nestle Quik. A bit was spread on the floor as well. But, that was it. Thank goodness. I pointed out the chocolate powder mountain to C - and she just said, "oh, that part was an accident."
I realize this could have been a lot worse. I watered down C's sludge with a bit more milk, put the lid on her cup and sent her on her merry way. Wow, disaster averted.
25 minutes later, and I was getting dressed, C walks in my bedroom. She has this dark brown ring around her lips, dribbling down her chin and neck, and finally coming to rest on the front of her shirt. She is holding a cup. Not a sippy with a lid - a plain old plastic cup. She has this HUGE smile on her face.
C: Mom! Look what I did!?! I made chocolate moo milk all by myself and I didn't even spill!
M: Oh . . . . . . (i'm pretty much speechless at this point while visions of what my kitchen looks like, and possibly the living room carpet). "Um, C? Can I see that please?"
C: sure!
I take the cup from her and in it is this super dark brown, almost black, sludge. Its like the consistency of molasses. I take the cup and C's hand and we make our way downstairs - all the while I'm hoping against hope that my kitchen won't look like Willa Wonka's factory blew up.
I enter the kitchen. Quickly scan for the exact location of moo milk making. I can see the stool that was pushed over the cupboard where the Nestle Quik is kept. I notice the fridge is open and the milk container is on the floor. Then, I see it. Right there on the kitchen rug. This mini Mt. Everest of Nestle Quik. A bit was spread on the floor as well. But, that was it. Thank goodness. I pointed out the chocolate powder mountain to C - and she just said, "oh, that part was an accident."
I realize this could have been a lot worse. I watered down C's sludge with a bit more milk, put the lid on her cup and sent her on her merry way. Wow, disaster averted.
The Holidays have Begun!
Grandma Meow bought C a do-it-yourself rice krispie treat gingerbread house kit. It was darling. It had the rice krispies, marshmallow cream stuff, a house mold and all the little extra decorating goodies. C has been driving us crazy wanting to do it - so on Monday, J helped C make her gingerbread house. She did great and loved every minute of it. Here is her finished product:
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Finally - Some Halloween Pictures
My beautiful Halloween fairy:
My fairy and itty bitty spider:
My spider buddy:
He got totally mad. He let us know he was done.
My fairy and itty bitty spider:
My spider buddy:
He got totally mad. He let us know he was done.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Crazy 8's . . . .
Tag from The Hills Are Alive . . . .
8 FAVORITE TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH
The Office
Arrested Development (we have the dvd's)
LOST
Rock of Love
King of Queens
Dawson's Creek (shut up, its good)
A Haunting
Everybody Loves Raymond
8 FAVORITE RESTAURANTS
Ruths Chris
In n Out
Sill's Cafe
Ruth's Diner
Flemings
Jimmy Johns
Spanky's
The Bombay House
Ruths Chris
In n Out
Sill's Cafe
Ruth's Diner
Flemings
Jimmy Johns
Spanky's
The Bombay House
8 THINGS THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY
Took C to preschool
Did about 40 million loads of laundry
Took C to the library
Family night at Mo Bettah Steaks
Went out for ice cream
Changed the lightbulb in my bedroom
Scrubbed J's shirt - that stupid stain better come out.
Took C to preschool
Did about 40 million loads of laundry
Took C to the library
Family night at Mo Bettah Steaks
Went out for ice cream
Changed the lightbulb in my bedroom
Scrubbed J's shirt - that stupid stain better come out.
8 THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO
C's face on Christmas morning
Going to bed tonight
When F decides to sleep through the night
When F's molars finally make their appearance
Getting my pedicure on Saturday
Owning my home
Making homemade stuffing for Thanksgiving
When J can come home at 5:00 and not do anything but hang out with us
C's face on Christmas morning
Going to bed tonight
When F decides to sleep through the night
When F's molars finally make their appearance
Getting my pedicure on Saturday
Owning my home
Making homemade stuffing for Thanksgiving
When J can come home at 5:00 and not do anything but hang out with us
8 THINGS ON MY WISH LIST
A house
World peace
A new bed
Flat panel t.v.
A sweet digital SLR camera
A new car
A new couch
A cool kid carrier backpack thing
A house
World peace
A new bed
Flat panel t.v.
A sweet digital SLR camera
A new car
A new couch
A cool kid carrier backpack thing
8 PEOPLE I AM TAGGING
Suzanne
Jody
Brooke
Carrie
Samantha
Mocha Bean's Mummy
Dub & Swegin
Kristie
Suzanne
Jody
Brooke
Carrie
Samantha
Mocha Bean's Mummy
Dub & Swegin
Kristie
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
C's Preschool Barf-o-Rama
I picked C up for preschool today and they were running way behind schedule. Her teacher told me that they had a "puking situation" in class that set everything back. Apparently, child no. 1 used the bathroom and left behind a not-so-fresh bathroom scent. child no. 2 went in immediately after to use the facility and promptly puked because of the smell. child no. 1 saw child no. 2 puke - and puked herself. child no. 3 saw both child no. 1 and no. 2 puking and couldn't help it - she started to vomit as well. so, C's poor teacher was stuck with 6 kids - 3 of which were covered in throw up. she sent the 3 clean ones (C was a clean one, thank goodness) to play "dress up" while she dealt with the dirty ones. The teacher told me she cleaned up barf for almost 45 minutes. Isn't that a nice way to start a Monday morning?
I'm totally shocked that C didn't throw up. She's so like that. If she sees me fish something out of F's mouth that he's gotten a hold of - she gags. When she was younger, the mere glimpse of the tylenol infant drops would have her heaving.
I'm totally shocked that C didn't throw up. She's so like that. If she sees me fish something out of F's mouth that he's gotten a hold of - she gags. When she was younger, the mere glimpse of the tylenol infant drops would have her heaving.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
In the Land of Halloween
C had her Halloween dance recital Saturday night. She did so awesome. She knew every bit of the dance and wasn't nervous at all. She's the little Halloween fairy with the black wings. Each child wore their own Halloween costumes, and C was, far and away, the CUTEST one there. She is such a good buddy. Thanks to Grandma Meow who always makes sure that my kids' Halloween costumes are the best, this side of the Mississippi. She always works so hard and it truly shows. We love you!
Friday, October 24, 2008
C and her Dad
Everyone that knows J on a personal level, well wait a minute - on ANY level, knows that J is a huge tease. He never misses an opportunity to tease/bug/pester anyone, ever. its basically his calling card. J blames this on his 3 older brothers that teased him every second of every day, his entire life.
C was trying to sing a song for me. But, as usual, her Dad started teasing her. Lucky for me, and for the rest of the viewers, I caught the whole thing on video. J had no idea that I was recording it. He was making dinner and had his back turned. Now I have actual proof.
C was trying to sing a song for me. But, as usual, her Dad started teasing her. Lucky for me, and for the rest of the viewers, I caught the whole thing on video. J had no idea that I was recording it. He was making dinner and had his back turned. Now I have actual proof.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Ghostbusters? Call My Mom
The Discovery Channel features this show called "A Haunting." It recreates "true" stories of hauntings and what people did to stop their unwanted other-worldly activity. I'm like totally obsessed with this show. I love to be scared. I used to watch this in the afternoon when both C and F were sleeping. Sometimes, I would freak myself out so bad - I would have to turn it off. Anyway, my lame-ness is besides the point.
Now to get to the point: For the last 1.5 years or so, my mom will periodically receive phone calls from people around the Country looking for Debbie - the great clarivoyant that has helped so many people with their hauntings. These phone calls are so funny! In particular - one old lady from the South called and talked to my Mom for like 45 minutes all about the ghosts that drive her and her 35 cats crazy. She wanted my mom to come on down and deal with 'em. After receiving quite a number of phone calls, my dear Mother found out that on a particularly frightening episode of "A Haunting," a young couple uses a very famous clarivoyant/psychic to help them get rid of the evil spirits in their house. This clarivoyant/psychic has the exact same name as my Mom.
My Mom did a little Discovery Channel research and found the description for the episode that people keep calling her about.
“April James has always dreamed of renovating a Victorian house. When she and her fiancé Matt buy a historic home in __________________, they immediately begin extensive work to make it their own... unaware of a ghostly inhabitant that detests change. From the beginning, the remodeling is plagued with setbacks, and their lives are unsettled by strange events: April hears voices inside the house, and her son Brian witnesses something moving in his bedroom closet. As they struggle to comprehend what is inside their house, an angry black entity appears to them, determined to drive them out. The couple turns to a medium, who vows to help them fight the entity, and protect the spirits of innocent children who are still being tortured by him.”
So there you have it. I told my Mom that she should get a side job going . . . . she can travel the world and help people with their ghosts. I love my Mom because she sits and talks on the phone with the people that call her and find out their history, etc. So, if you have a ghost, just drop me a line . . . . I know a wonderful psychic.
Now to get to the point: For the last 1.5 years or so, my mom will periodically receive phone calls from people around the Country looking for Debbie - the great clarivoyant that has helped so many people with their hauntings. These phone calls are so funny! In particular - one old lady from the South called and talked to my Mom for like 45 minutes all about the ghosts that drive her and her 35 cats crazy. She wanted my mom to come on down and deal with 'em. After receiving quite a number of phone calls, my dear Mother found out that on a particularly frightening episode of "A Haunting," a young couple uses a very famous clarivoyant/psychic to help them get rid of the evil spirits in their house. This clarivoyant/psychic has the exact same name as my Mom.
My Mom did a little Discovery Channel research and found the description for the episode that people keep calling her about.
“April James has always dreamed of renovating a Victorian house. When she and her fiancé Matt buy a historic home in __________________, they immediately begin extensive work to make it their own... unaware of a ghostly inhabitant that detests change. From the beginning, the remodeling is plagued with setbacks, and their lives are unsettled by strange events: April hears voices inside the house, and her son Brian witnesses something moving in his bedroom closet. As they struggle to comprehend what is inside their house, an angry black entity appears to them, determined to drive them out. The couple turns to a medium, who vows to help them fight the entity, and protect the spirits of innocent children who are still being tortured by him.”
So there you have it. I told my Mom that she should get a side job going . . . . she can travel the world and help people with their ghosts. I love my Mom because she sits and talks on the phone with the people that call her and find out their history, etc. So, if you have a ghost, just drop me a line . . . . I know a wonderful psychic.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Excitement?
So, here's the deal - F gets excited really easily. J brought a happy meal toy home for C. Its this dumb little yellow top thing in the shape of a light bulb. Anyway, you spin this sucker around and it just goes and goes and goes. The first time F saw it, I was certain he was going to self-implode. I had to catch it on video. Please enjoy my little hyper hypo:
The BOO Festival
I paired up with Rose Fam (sans husbands, since they were both working) and we took the kids to the local BOO Festival. Each kid got to do 10 activities. They had everthing from bean bag throwing, ring tossing and digging for "skeleton bones" to frosting cookies and getting your face painted. The kids had a great time. I asked C what her favorite part was, and she said the pony ride and her "face picture." She is my beautiful girl. I packed F around in a backpack. It was awesome. He smiled the whole time. He loved having a bird's eye view of everything. He fell asleep about 1.5 hours into our adventure, and then slept the whole way home. He is a good buddy. Thanks for taking us Jodi!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The Great Diaper Debacle
Saturday morning. 7:45am.
Kids are awake and the family is heading downstairs for breakfast. I asked J to change F's diaper on his way down. Usually we'll keep F in his jammies until after breakfast so he doesn't get a perfectly clean outfit dirty. He had on his Carters fleece footed pajamas that zip up.
Saturday morning 8:20am.
C tells me that F stinks. She says this as F is crawling towards me in the kitchen. I am cooking scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast. I pick F up and hand him to J with instructions for J to take him back upstairs and change his diaper.
Saturday morning 8:22am.
J takes F and walks upstairs. As he walking through the living room, he tells me that F's diaper has leaked and he has poo everywhere. Whatever - just change him. Poo blowouts are not that uncommon. They happen to the best of us . . . .
Saturday morning 8:25am.
J flips out and starts yelling my name. He frantically tells me to come upstairs and help him. Now, if i had a dollar for every time I have cleaned up after an especially nasty #2 - I'd be rich. I told J to just deal with it. J INSISTS that I come up. His exact words: "I forgot to put a diaper on him this morning." WHAT?????????????????
Saturday morning 8:26am.
I run upstairs as fast as I can. F is so mad at this point. J is standing next to the changing table with a dumbfounded look on his face. I step up to the table to assess the damage and WOW. F was covered in poo from his chest, all the way down. Both legs and into the foot parts of his pajamas. EVERYWHERE. I could go on and describe this even further, but I don't want to make the reader barf. Suffice it to say - UNBELIEVABLE.
J, being so totally helpful, forgot to put a clean diaper on F when he changed him before breakfast. So, he takes off the wet overnight diaper, puts it into the diaper pail, zips up F's jammies and sends him on his merry way - naked bum and all. HELLO?!?
The pajamas were a total loss. They were like $7 at costco and let me tell you - it would take a lot more than $7 to get me to clean them. I wasn't gonna touch that. So, F got a bath this morning. A really, really good bath.
I am planning on putting up a sheet with step-by-step instructions on the proper way of actually diapering a child somewhere near the changing table. J thinks this is evidence enough and that he should never have to change another diaper. I just think he needs way more practice.
Kids are awake and the family is heading downstairs for breakfast. I asked J to change F's diaper on his way down. Usually we'll keep F in his jammies until after breakfast so he doesn't get a perfectly clean outfit dirty. He had on his Carters fleece footed pajamas that zip up.
Saturday morning 8:20am.
C tells me that F stinks. She says this as F is crawling towards me in the kitchen. I am cooking scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast. I pick F up and hand him to J with instructions for J to take him back upstairs and change his diaper.
Saturday morning 8:22am.
J takes F and walks upstairs. As he walking through the living room, he tells me that F's diaper has leaked and he has poo everywhere. Whatever - just change him. Poo blowouts are not that uncommon. They happen to the best of us . . . .
Saturday morning 8:25am.
J flips out and starts yelling my name. He frantically tells me to come upstairs and help him. Now, if i had a dollar for every time I have cleaned up after an especially nasty #2 - I'd be rich. I told J to just deal with it. J INSISTS that I come up. His exact words: "I forgot to put a diaper on him this morning." WHAT?????????????????
Saturday morning 8:26am.
I run upstairs as fast as I can. F is so mad at this point. J is standing next to the changing table with a dumbfounded look on his face. I step up to the table to assess the damage and WOW. F was covered in poo from his chest, all the way down. Both legs and into the foot parts of his pajamas. EVERYWHERE. I could go on and describe this even further, but I don't want to make the reader barf. Suffice it to say - UNBELIEVABLE.
J, being so totally helpful, forgot to put a clean diaper on F when he changed him before breakfast. So, he takes off the wet overnight diaper, puts it into the diaper pail, zips up F's jammies and sends him on his merry way - naked bum and all. HELLO?!?
The pajamas were a total loss. They were like $7 at costco and let me tell you - it would take a lot more than $7 to get me to clean them. I wasn't gonna touch that. So, F got a bath this morning. A really, really good bath.
I am planning on putting up a sheet with step-by-step instructions on the proper way of actually diapering a child somewhere near the changing table. J thinks this is evidence enough and that he should never have to change another diaper. I just think he needs way more practice.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
In Search of the Great Pumpkin
We visited our local pumpkin patch today. It was fun. Little F didn't have as good of a time as the rest of us did, but he did pretty good. Here are some pictures:
C loves her Aunt L so much! She is always so glad when she comes to visit.
Right Smack dab in the middle of the pumpkin field.
This is C, F and J. We had to have a little help getting F to cooperate with that one. He was not happy about sticking his face through the hole.
Little F's first taste of acorn squash. I think he was more interested in trying to put everything he came in contact with in his mouth than posing for pictures.
This picture was taken right before we left. As you can see, F has had it and only wants his thumb and his bed.
My little buddy hugging a big pumpkin. And yes, that is a skull and crossbones charm hanging from her belt. She's rad.
My two best buddies. Man, I have cute kids.
C loves her Aunt L so much! She is always so glad when she comes to visit.
Right Smack dab in the middle of the pumpkin field.
This is C, F and J. We had to have a little help getting F to cooperate with that one. He was not happy about sticking his face through the hole.
Little F's first taste of acorn squash. I think he was more interested in trying to put everything he came in contact with in his mouth than posing for pictures.
This picture was taken right before we left. As you can see, F has had it and only wants his thumb and his bed.
My little buddy hugging a big pumpkin. And yes, that is a skull and crossbones charm hanging from her belt. She's rad.
My two best buddies. Man, I have cute kids.
Friday, September 26, 2008
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
I love 80's music. Always have. Always will. Any kind of 80's music. Pop, r&b, rock. Its like the greatest era of music ever. Well, C was singing a song while she was coloring this morning. When I realized what song it was - I was so proud. I grabbed the camera and we had a little impromptu concert. No, she doesn't really know the words, but the fact that she knows the tune is good enough for me. Rock on Sister! 80's Forever!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Lets talk about the Marshmallow ice cream
Wow. Cold Stone has really hit the nail on the head with this one. J and I went there a few nights ago and to our utter enjoyment, Cold Stone has come out with a couple new flavors. Nutter Butter (no thank you) and marshmallow. I picked the marshmallow ice cream, added a brownie, graham cracker pie crust crumbs, and a little bit of caramel sauce. Unbelievable. Its like the best thing I've eaten in a long, long time. If you haven't visited your local Cold Stone in a while, I highly suggest you do so in the very near future.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Not an Ear Infection Afterall . . . .
Well, after starting the antibiotics, F just got worse. High fever, hives all over his body, and a bunch of other not great symptoms. I took him back to his regular pediatrician on Saturday (the 1st appt. was with a doc at the insta-care place). Turns out - F doesn't have an ear infection. His doc said that his ears looked a tad red, but that could be from F's crying - he was NOT happy about having the doc look in his ears. The doc thinks F has a "virus." However, the doc also thinks that F is allergic to penicillin. That would explain the fever that came after he started the meds, his hives and his other symptoms. So, we are not going to give him any type of penicillin until he is much older and we can watch for other allergic reaction signs. J has a few people in his immediate family that are allergic to penicillin, so if F turned out to be allergic as well, it wouldn't be too hard to believe.
Anyway, F is doing much, much better and actually laughed at his sister earlier today. He slept from 7:30pm - 5:45am and has taken 2 really good naps today. Thats about as much as I can hope for. The hives have gone down and I think we're on the road to recovery. Here's to hoping its a short one . . . .
Anyway, F is doing much, much better and actually laughed at his sister earlier today. He slept from 7:30pm - 5:45am and has taken 2 really good naps today. Thats about as much as I can hope for. The hives have gone down and I think we're on the road to recovery. Here's to hoping its a short one . . . .
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Susie MaHara, Ratta Tats & the Sick One . . . . . .
The last 24 hours have been very interesting. F has been very grumpy and really whiney the last 2 days, so I decided to take him to the doc. Diagnosis? Ear infection! They gave me some antibiotics, the correct dosage amounts for tylenol and motrin, and then sent me on my merry way. C didn't get sick until she was about 15 months old, so this sick baby stuff is new to me. And I have to say - it sucks. F woke up last night with a high fever and those of you who know me personally, know that I would rather deal with any other kind of sickness than fevers. I hate them. They scare me. Anyway, F woke up with a fever last night, so we got to have a sleepover together. There is NOTHING restful about sleeping with an 8 month old. I think he is feeling a tad bit better today. The motrin seems to be helping a ton. I coaxed a little smile out of him after he ate lunch:
While F was taking his first nap, C informed me that she really wanted to go to a parade again. She told me how much she liked the candy, but she "hated ratta tats." ??????
Me: You hate what?
C: Ratta Tats. They are gross
Me: What is a Ratta Tat?
C: You know, those things you get at parades. They are chewy, but gross . . . .
Me: Do you mean Laffy Taffy's? (I really had to think hard to remember what treats were in her after-the-parade treat bag)
C: Yeah, Laffy Taffy's, or you can call 'em Ratta Tats.
Me: oh, okay.
After F woke up from his morning nap, I needed to run to the store to buy more motrin. I always seem to run out at the worst possible time. Anyway, C was still in her pj's. I told her to run upstairs and put some clothes on. She took FOREVER. I finally threatened to put her in a time out if she didn't come down now. I was waiting for her in the kitchen. About 30 seonds later, here comes C into the kitchen, yelling something totally incoherent. This is how she was dressed:
Me: Holy Smokes C. What are you wearing?
C: I'm not C anymore! I'm Susie MaHara!
Me: Susie MaHara???
C: Yeah! You have to call me Susie MaHara!
I told Susie MaHara to put some pants on, and then I took both Susie MaHara and F to the store. Its been almost 2 hours since I was introduced to Susie MaHara, and she is still with me. C is not around anymore . . . . . . . . I have no idea where C came up with Susie MaHara, or why Susie wears socks on her hands or underwear on her head. I'm still trying to figure it out.
While F was taking his first nap, C informed me that she really wanted to go to a parade again. She told me how much she liked the candy, but she "hated ratta tats." ??????Me: You hate what?
C: Ratta Tats. They are gross
Me: What is a Ratta Tat?
C: You know, those things you get at parades. They are chewy, but gross . . . .
Me: Do you mean Laffy Taffy's? (I really had to think hard to remember what treats were in her after-the-parade treat bag)
C: Yeah, Laffy Taffy's, or you can call 'em Ratta Tats.
Me: oh, okay.
After F woke up from his morning nap, I needed to run to the store to buy more motrin. I always seem to run out at the worst possible time. Anyway, C was still in her pj's. I told her to run upstairs and put some clothes on. She took FOREVER. I finally threatened to put her in a time out if she didn't come down now. I was waiting for her in the kitchen. About 30 seonds later, here comes C into the kitchen, yelling something totally incoherent. This is how she was dressed:
Me: Holy Smokes C. What are you wearing?C: I'm not C anymore! I'm Susie MaHara!
Me: Susie MaHara???
C: Yeah! You have to call me Susie MaHara!
I told Susie MaHara to put some pants on, and then I took both Susie MaHara and F to the store. Its been almost 2 hours since I was introduced to Susie MaHara, and she is still with me. C is not around anymore . . . . . . . . I have no idea where C came up with Susie MaHara, or why Susie wears socks on her hands or underwear on her head. I'm still trying to figure it out.
Monday, September 8, 2008
First Day of School - Update
C started preschool today. I cannot believe how big she is. She has grown up so fast! It seems like yesterday that she was taking her first steps. I would give anything just to have one more day with her as a baby. Just so I could cuddle with her. She's too busy to cuddle for very long these days. She was pretty excited this morning. She couldn't wait to get out the door.
C's preschool has dance built right into the curriculum. She'll be doing ballet, tap & tumbling. She's actually supposed to go to preschool in her dance clothes. She dances for the fist hour, and then changes into her school clothes. I had to get a pic of both outfits!
I will post again this afternoon with her thoughts about her first day of school.
I picked C up at noon and she was happy to see me. She looked so darn cute running to the car with her little backpack bouncing around. Once I got her in the car, she proudly displayed her first day artwork. She colored a picture of a bus and was supposed to cut out the wheels and glue them to the appropriate place on the bus. However, she wanted to glue the wheels to the front of the bus, but then decided she didn't like them and peeled them off and threw the wheels in the garbage can. After the great wheel debacle, she grabbed some scissors and cut off the printed directions on the top of the page because she "didn't want so many words by her bus." I told her I thought that was a good idea and I didn't like buses with a lot of words either. She is my buddy.
We ate lunch when we got home and I told her she could watch Sesame Street. She was asleep in under 10 minutes. Preschool wore her out! And no, that isn't a beauty mark on her face, its part of her un-eaten cookie that I had to pry out of her sweaty little hand after she fell asleep on the couch.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tag! I'm "it."
Here goes nothing:
My Joys:
1. My family. The older I get, the more I realize just how important family is. I love spending time with J and my kids - and I love spending time with my siblings and extended family.
2. Reading. I always have to have a book to read. If I don't - it ruins my day. And NO mystery-detective books. I hate them.
3. Having a clean house.
My Fears:
1. Being trapped underwater in a submarine with no hope of being able to get to the surface and knowing that I'm going to die, just not knowing when. Same thing with being trapped on a spaceship.
2. Kids being hurt/sick/diseased/drowning/disappearing...long list
3. Dying. I hate thinking about this.
My Current Obsessions:
1. Paying off our credit card and saving every single penny we can.
2. Learning how to navigate photoshop. I bought Photoshop CS3 for Dummies, but it isn't helping . . . . .ouch.
3. Counting down the hours until C goes to preschool.
Surprising Facts:
1. I like bugs and snakes and lizards. If I could get away with having a boa constrictor as a pet, I would.
2. I wouldn't have a problem living in a nudist colony.
3. I am TERRIFIED of moths/butterflies.
I tag:
Whit and/or Jon
Carrie
Valerie
Suzanne
My Joys:
1. My family. The older I get, the more I realize just how important family is. I love spending time with J and my kids - and I love spending time with my siblings and extended family.
2. Reading. I always have to have a book to read. If I don't - it ruins my day. And NO mystery-detective books. I hate them.
3. Having a clean house.
My Fears:
1. Being trapped underwater in a submarine with no hope of being able to get to the surface and knowing that I'm going to die, just not knowing when. Same thing with being trapped on a spaceship.
2. Kids being hurt/sick/diseased/drowning/disappearing...long list
3. Dying. I hate thinking about this.
My Current Obsessions:
1. Paying off our credit card and saving every single penny we can.
2. Learning how to navigate photoshop. I bought Photoshop CS3 for Dummies, but it isn't helping . . . . .ouch.
3. Counting down the hours until C goes to preschool.
Surprising Facts:
1. I like bugs and snakes and lizards. If I could get away with having a boa constrictor as a pet, I would.
2. I wouldn't have a problem living in a nudist colony.
3. I am TERRIFIED of moths/butterflies.
I tag:
Whit and/or Jon
Carrie
Valerie
Suzanne
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
8 years ago, on August 26, 2000
J and I got married. I cannot believe its been 8 years. Its gone by so fast. Looking back, we've done quite a bit. J graduated with his bachelors, we moved to California for his work, had a kid, moved back home, had another kid and then J graduated with his Master's. So much has been packed in to these last 8 years, its just flown by. I dedicate this post to J with 8 reasons why I love him.
1. He is really funny. He has a great sense of humor and keeps me laughing all the time.
2. He is mischievous. I have finally met my match when it comes to playing practical jokes. We have a really good time devising ways to make our loved ones crazy.
3. He is a wonderful father. My kids love him so much. C tells me everyday that she "misses daddy."
4. He loves to have a good time. I don't know anyone else that likes to have a good time like J does. He is always looking for something fun to do and is the first person to suggest getting a game of some type going.
5. He is logical. When there is a problem, he gets down to business and solves it.
6. He likes scary movies. I don't know what I would do if I was married to someone that didn't like to be scared. There have been so many times where we have to do "paper-rock-scissors" to see who has to go downstairs to turn off the lights after watching a spooky show. I usually lose, but so far I have avoided running into any poltergeist and/or other totally creepy paranormal beings.
7. He is my biggest fan. If I'm having a rough day, he is the first person to make me feel better. He always tells me that I'm a good mom and that he thinks I'm pretty.
8. He makes me want to be a better person. I'm grateful to be married to someone who lifts me up with him and encourages me to always strive to better myself.
I love you J. Here's to a lifetime (and beyond) of happiness!
1. He is really funny. He has a great sense of humor and keeps me laughing all the time.
2. He is mischievous. I have finally met my match when it comes to playing practical jokes. We have a really good time devising ways to make our loved ones crazy.
3. He is a wonderful father. My kids love him so much. C tells me everyday that she "misses daddy."
4. He loves to have a good time. I don't know anyone else that likes to have a good time like J does. He is always looking for something fun to do and is the first person to suggest getting a game of some type going.
5. He is logical. When there is a problem, he gets down to business and solves it.
6. He likes scary movies. I don't know what I would do if I was married to someone that didn't like to be scared. There have been so many times where we have to do "paper-rock-scissors" to see who has to go downstairs to turn off the lights after watching a spooky show. I usually lose, but so far I have avoided running into any poltergeist and/or other totally creepy paranormal beings.
7. He is my biggest fan. If I'm having a rough day, he is the first person to make me feel better. He always tells me that I'm a good mom and that he thinks I'm pretty.
8. He makes me want to be a better person. I'm grateful to be married to someone who lifts me up with him and encourages me to always strive to better myself.
I love you J. Here's to a lifetime (and beyond) of happiness!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
These Pictures are Cool
I was looking for some old pictures of C, and I came across these pictures. They were taken the summer of 2006 when C was around 15 months old. I enrolled her in swimming lessons. The goal of the program was to introduce babies to water and teach them how to control their bodies under water. It was awesome. The last lesson of the segment we got to take some underwater pictures. Enjoy.
PS: I cannot believe how bald she was. She hardly has any hair now, but holy moly, she certainly has more than in these pictures. F is bald too.
PS: I cannot believe how bald she was. She hardly has any hair now, but holy moly, she certainly has more than in these pictures. F is bald too.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
We need some type of anti-virus program . . . .
Okay dudes. Our Norton has almost expired. We hate it. After a very long and exhaustive list of complaints, we are not renewing. Soooooooooo, we need an anti-virus program. We were gonna get McAfee, but after reading reviews on C-net, we're not so sure. Here is our list of possible programs:
1. ESNET NOD32 3.0 Antivirus System (this does not have firewall protection)
2. ESNET NOD32 Smart Security (this does have firewall protection)
**Side note - do I need firewall protection?
3. Kaspersky Anti-Virus
4. Bit Defender
Any comments about any of these products, or if you have a completely different recommendation, please advise . . .
1. ESNET NOD32 3.0 Antivirus System (this does not have firewall protection)
2. ESNET NOD32 Smart Security (this does have firewall protection)
**Side note - do I need firewall protection?
3. Kaspersky Anti-Virus
4. Bit Defender
Any comments about any of these products, or if you have a completely different recommendation, please advise . . .
Monday, August 4, 2008
Batman is my new Boyfriend
and J is totally fine with it.
We saw Batman Friday night. It was so rad. I loved the Joker. Heath Ledger did a great job. I told J on the way home that I wanted Batman to be my boyfriend. I asked him if that was okay, and he said "yes." J's only stipulation: he must be kept informed of all the crime-fighting plans and he must be invited to help fight the bad guys. That was totally fine with me.
So - this post will be the official announcement: Batman and I are dating.
We saw Batman Friday night. It was so rad. I loved the Joker. Heath Ledger did a great job. I told J on the way home that I wanted Batman to be my boyfriend. I asked him if that was okay, and he said "yes." J's only stipulation: he must be kept informed of all the crime-fighting plans and he must be invited to help fight the bad guys. That was totally fine with me.
So - this post will be the official announcement: Batman and I are dating.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Zits and Freckles
C: Mom! I have a freckle on my foot!
Mom: Where, let me see
C: Its right here!
Mom: Cool! I have a freckle on my foot too - see?
C: I have one on my arm right here.
Mom: Look how many freckles I have on my face. I have so many!
C: No, you have lots of zits.
Mom: What? No, I have freckles.
C: No, you have 6 zits.
Mom: Where?
C: Right here on your forehead (touches my forehead).
Mom: Well, what should I do?
C: You need to squeeze 'em like this (pinches me) and then they will go away.
I never thought I would be taking facial tips from my 3 year old. And no, I did not have a zit on my forehead. She seems to think all of my freckles are zits. If that was the case, I would have about 4 million.
Mom: Where, let me see
C: Its right here!
Mom: Cool! I have a freckle on my foot too - see?
C: I have one on my arm right here.
Mom: Look how many freckles I have on my face. I have so many!
C: No, you have lots of zits.
Mom: What? No, I have freckles.
C: No, you have 6 zits.
Mom: Where?
C: Right here on your forehead (touches my forehead).
Mom: Well, what should I do?
C: You need to squeeze 'em like this (pinches me) and then they will go away.
I never thought I would be taking facial tips from my 3 year old. And no, I did not have a zit on my forehead. She seems to think all of my freckles are zits. If that was the case, I would have about 4 million.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thank you Pee Wee
C asked me if she could have the two potatoes sitting on the counter this morning. when i asked her why, she just said that she "wanted them." i didn't buy it. i told her no way and that those potatoes were for our dinner. i thought the case was closed and that i would have no further inquiries regarding the ownership of said potatoes.
WRONG.
i got F to bed, came back downstairs and found C watching napoleon dynamite. i told her she could put a kid movie in, but she insisted that she wanted to watch this "weird dude movie." whatever. i went back to the kitchen to clean up lunch, and the potatoes were not on the counter. i found them underneath the table. each potato had a pencil stuck in it. all the way stuck in it. i took both potatoes with the pencil appendages into the living room to ask her what happened. she explained to me that she was trying to make a pig. she told me that pee wee herman showed her how.
sure enough - i just found this clip on youtube. i am completely stunned. C and her dad watch Pee Wee all the time. Apparently, she pays really close attention.
Arts & Crafts with Pee Wee Herman
Monday, July 28, 2008
Stuff
Just some fun pictures for a Monday morning:
F has discovered the Zwieback toast. He loves it.
F is cute. He has this little red baseball cap and when he wears it, he looks so big!
This is our model picture. Aren't we gorgeous? This was taken really late at night after watching Harold & Maude. Its like the weirdest movie I have ever seen.
C decided to put some underwear on her head. And who am I to discourage it? If she wants to wear underwear on her head, she should be able too. I think it looks pretty good.
F has discovered the Zwieback toast. He loves it.
F is cute. He has this little red baseball cap and when he wears it, he looks so big!
This is our model picture. Aren't we gorgeous? This was taken really late at night after watching Harold & Maude. Its like the weirdest movie I have ever seen.
C decided to put some underwear on her head. And who am I to discourage it? If she wants to wear underwear on her head, she should be able too. I think it looks pretty good.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Sister's Hat and 4 New Teeth
I put C's hat on F. J didn't like it, since it was a "girl hat with a bow" but he looked cute and he was smiling really big, notwithstanding his 4 new teeth that all decided to show up at the exact same time. Its been an interesting week to say the least.
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