Me: "You have so many toys!"
C: "Yeah I know, I a packrat."
C: "Want to play?"
Me: (pretending not to hear)
C: "HELLLLOOOOOO I said do you want to play?"
Me: "That's not nice to yell at me."
C: "(whispering) hellooo, want to play?"
C: "I'm sick."
Me: "What's the matter, does your throat hurt."
Me: "What's the matter?"
C: "What's the matter?"
Me: "Chloe, tell Mommy what is wrong, are you sick?"
C: "No." Walks off.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Me: "You have so many toys!"
Sunday, March 23, 2008
So, the Easter Bunny didn't stop by our house this year.
I know, it's terrible isn't it! My girls did get Easter baskets, but with the very bare minimum. Not for good reasons like consumerism, or losing the religious reason for the season, we're are just cheap. A few sugar free jelly beans, some eggs, and a small doll for each. But the baskets were from Mom and Dad.
The baskets were from us because both girls do not like the Easter Bunny. If the baby sees the gigantic, fluffy bunny she clings on to us, a panicked look on her face and her fingernails digging in to our skin. Chloe is becoming less frightened, but she is still very tentative about walking up to the large rabbit.
To be honest, I am a little bit wary as well. Full grown men dressed in large costumes, spending their free time in the mall so kids can take turns sitting on their laps? A scary perma-grin plastered on their masked face? Large unblinking eyes and big furry paws?
Now, I'm not accusing the Easter Bunny of being a pedophile, or even a man at all. I just hate that we have no idea who is underneath that costume.
The idea of telling my children that the fur covered monstrosity will come to our quiet home in the middle of the night, walk through the door, and wander through the dark house hiding baskets and eggs and Peeps? The thought alone gives me the goosebumps. Nuh-uh no siree, not for us! For now the EB will stay at the mall where he belongs, and we'll give him a half hearted wave as we pass, then shuffle along quickly.
Maybe next year. :)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Aren't they the best? I am really loving age 3. She's potty trained, she can put on her own shoes, she will massage my feet. As soon as she learns to make her own grilled cheese sandwiches, I'll be set!!
But for now I am happy to just sit back and laugh at (I mean..with) her. These are a few of the conversations we've had lately.
C: "Holy crap, baby just fell down!"
Me: "What did you say?"
C: "Baby fell down?"
Me: "Before that?"
C: "I don't know."
C: "Mom!! Come look at my poop! It's really big!"
Me: "Hey hon, you ready to go through the car wash?"
C: "But I'm not dirty!"
Me: "Please shut the door, I'll be out of the bathroom in a minute."
C: "Ok!" slooooooowly shutting door.
C: "WAIT! Don't forget to wipe, Mom!"
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
My sweet friend Laura done tagged me. She tagged me a few weeks ago, but I have been so busy I haven't kept up with my friend's blogs as much as I should. *blush*
Okay, here are the rules...
1. When tagged place the name and URL on your blog.
2. Post rules on your blog.
3. Write 6 (or 7) non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Name 6 (or 7) of your favorite blogs.
5. Send an email/comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged.
I've completed a meme in the past about how odd I am, so I will have to think of some new interesting things.
1. I have peed my pants 7 times as an adult. Once during a laughing fit in the middle of Kmart when I was 9 months pregnant.
2. I know it doesn't seem anatomically possible, but a few years ago I shot a grape out of my nose. I was putting the grape in my mouth and I started laughing. I snorted the grape and it got caught in my nose. I had to use the 'plug and blow' technique to shoot the fruit missile out of my nostril. That made me laugh/cry so hard I had a bit of an accident. Refer to post #1.
3. I was a member or leader of more than 20 clubs and organizations when I was in high school. I was also cofounder and president (and name thinker-upper) of T.R.A.S.H.-Teens Rallying Against Smoking Habits, an anti tobacco and cessation program for high schoolers. And the Chemistry Club. And the Debate Club.
4. I now publicly and formally proclaim my non-love for Johnny Depp. I just don't get all the hype. He's not even that much to look at. K, shoot me now.
5. My idea of a perfect day...an empty house, a big blanket and pillow, a plethora of snacks (salty, sweet, chocolatey, calorie free of course) and the remote. I could very easily just sit and zone out on reality TV for hours. Mix in a few great chick flicks (Dirty Dancing, How to Lose a Guy in 10 days, The Sweetest Thing, etc) and I would be content to sit and stare at the boob tube for days.
6. My favorite number is eleven. I was born on 11/11. I always seem to look at the clock at 11:11. That's it, no other significance, except that I was 11 once. The specific number has never really brought me any luck, so I should think about moving on to a different one.
7. I was life flighted to the hospital during an 8th grade field trip. We were rock climbing. Fell and hit my noggin. Dind't mes me up to awful.
Ok, that's it about me!
So now here's the part where I am supposed to tag 6-7 other people, but ya know, I feel like these Memes get passed around to the same people and it can get a bit repetitive repetitive.
So I am going to make up a new one! Because I am so cool like that. The new meme is to post 5 interesting things we might not know about your spouse/significant other.
Thanks for playin!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Life with a three year old is fun. They are such funny mini people. They can be silly and happy one moment, and angry and tantrum-y the next. But, they are so nice to have around just for the entertainment factor.
Life with a one year old is frustrating. Ali will be happily playing and the next second she is on the floor screaming and kicking because she wants another cracker. And then the next second she is sitting on my lap hugging me and giggling. And then the next second she is in time out because she gouged my eye out with her fingernails that won't. stop. growing.
Life with a husband is fascinating. One moment he is helping me do the dishes and in a flash of a second he is out fishing. I've never understood the appeal of fishing. I mean, holding a stick with a string and a sharp object on the end? Not my idea of fun.
No, my idea of fun is scrapbooking. Taping some pictures to a piece of paper, that sounds WAY more exciting right????!!!!