Entries from September 2009 ↓

Sadder than sad.

Can you imagine the tricks this girl is going to be capable of playing when she can turn this look ‘on’ and ‘off’ with the drop of a hat? Boy, are we in trouble! (”They won’t let me have the car!”,  “I’m not allowed to be out all night!”, “I have no idea how to get rid of blackheads!”, “I neeeeed to go shopping!”)

Apparently I used to be pretty good at the ‘poochie lip’ myself because I clearly remember my mom singing a song to me often with the line…”The poochie lip will catch you if you don’t watch out…”.

You can see this and other Wordless Wednesdays at 5 Minutes for Mom.

So we’ve all been sick. My husband unfortunately brought us home a head cold from high school. (Does that make me sound like a teenage mother or what?!) Anyway, I’ve been overly tired from being sick myself and then up with sick children half the night, every night, for the last week.

So yesterday morning, I think it came out quite obviously, the fact that I was overly tired.

The previous day I had made a beef roast that called for Coca-Cola in the recipe. (It’s really good, I swear! You just dump in a can of coke (or the equivalent of, from a bottle), a packet of the dry french onion soup mix (except I used the un-french kind because that’s what I had on hand), and a can of beef stock (except I used water and beef bullion cubes because again, that’s what I had). You cook it on high for a few hours and you have a super delicious, moist, roast!) So I had a bottle of Coca-Cola in my refrigerator.

So anyway, Fancy wants breakfast. She is very picky and will only eat Daddy’s whole wheat pancakes for breakfast, no other foods for her, thankyouverymuch. (Thank goodness he makes them in giant lots and freezes them!) Anyway, so I whip out a pancake, cut it up and put it on her tray. With that, I go out and get a glass, go to fridge, get out the Coke and proceed to pour a glass of Coke. Not only do I pour it but I take it and sit it on her tray. She looked at me. I looked at her. She smiled and laughed. I was confused at this point — why is she laughing at her breakfast?!?

The Coke.

I gave my daughter Coke. For breakfast. In a glass.

Thank goodness I came to before she drank it. I think I need myself a vacation. Perhaps one of those Vegas vacations?

Lately we have been running like made people; never stopping for a break. Tonight we decided to catch a movie. At our local Redbox they had Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. My husband is a good man. He humors me by watching chick flicks with me. (I don’t humor him by watching Fantasy with him.) It was one of the best movies I’ve seen that’s come out recently. Matthew McConaugheywas 98% hateable as this character (Conner) but that other 2%…. well, let’s just say — he doesn’t disappoint to win your heart over completely. So that was a good night.

Now if my nose would just stop running and I could stop sneezing, we’d be set. I sense another night of tripping down the stairs with my eyes watering like fountains in the dark, looking for more kleenexes and going to the bathroom (when I sneeze… you get me). I need dog ramps so I could just slide down the steps or something.

My mother-in-law’s sugar cookies are to die for. We’re talking “need diet pills” good. You want to eat them all. They not only taste wonderful but they are always adorable. She makes my cookie icing look 5th grade. (Ok, anyone can do that she really does.) She made these cookies for Warrior’s birthday party. He got fish for his birthday, which he is insanely proud of. He tells anyone that will listen (or not) about his fish; “I have two fish. And they are orange and silver, and white. And their names are Orange Silver and White! And I take care of them because (and here he gets a smile as big as the ocean and kind of quivers with excitement) I am their owner!”. 

Warrior has been potty trained since he was newly 2, but is only so-so about not wetting the bed at night. It happens about once-twice a week. Just enough that I get sick of changing the sheets so I put him in a pull-up at night. To tell you the truth, with any effort, I probably could have cured him long ago but I’m honestly too tired to make any effort at anything in the middle of the night (just ask my DH! lol).

Anyway, I decided that since he turned 4 recently, I needed to just take the plunge and stop with the pull-ups. So anyway, it’s been like 2 weeks and he is doing fabulous — no accidents so far (knock on wood)!

Today I was celebrating with him — “Warrior! You are SUCH a BIG BOY! You don’t need pull-ups at all anymore! What a big, big boy!”

He looks at me, looks up at the wall candle sconces, back at me, grins proudly and says “I know! I’m getting so big that pretty soon I won’t even have to wear underwear anymore!”

(This is how most of his ‘unwrapping’ pics turned out on his birthday — a big blur! From him dancing around and giggling so much. Gosh, I love his sunshine!)