Aah yes...the scorching heat must mean one thing....summer is on the horizon. Only in our state can you go from 50's to 80's in a matter of days. The dawn of summer presents several issues for many of us. Many thoughts will start to crowd our already multi tasked minds. We may ponder, " Will my shorts from last year fit? Will the button close?" The summer shirts come out of storage to see the light of a new day. We may carefully inspect these items...how many stains did we collect last year? Let's not forget the shoes, for choosing flip flops is no easy task. Finding comfortable summer shoes for size 10, alligator encased, Barney Rubble feet can be tricky.
Keeping our hair manageable is no easy feat either. If you have the great fortune of having thick, wavy hair such as myself...you may find your husband passing you by saying, "hey...Nexxus...size of a dime!" If you're not familiar with the Nexxus line, they were the hair calming products of yesteryear. Last, but certainly not least, let's talk about our faces. Nothin' like a red, peely glow on your face. Let's set that off with a little blue eyeliner that will be sure to leave a crease on our sweaty little eyelids. Oh yes ladies, summer is here, let's get out there and put our best alligator foot forward!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Where have all the squirrel's gone?
My mind is a whirlwind today....my babies are headed to their 1st all niter away from home. Technically, this wont be happening for 2 days, but the backpacks are out. I watch as my girls attempt to pack way too much, take my favorite pillow and way to many stuffed animals. They have this packing thing figured out. Enter my big boy, he announces, Mom.....I don't need to bring anything......just my light saber... It's funny how the boy, girl differences come hard wired. After watching his sister's parade of sleeping bags, backpacks and paraphernalia, he decides he might possibly need something to wear if he is leaving home.
I'm a little nervous about this as my children have never been away all night. I know they will be in good hands and mommy will be an after thought in the mind of the entertained child. Anyway, I told them..."I'm just a phone call away ya know..." Well, they know this and I think it's slightly amusing to them to hear mom going over all the rules and such. I guess these times will come and mommy will get a little more courage while I watch the metamorphosis of the beautiful butterflies.
I'm a little nervous about this as my children have never been away all night. I know they will be in good hands and mommy will be an after thought in the mind of the entertained child. Anyway, I told them..."I'm just a phone call away ya know..." Well, they know this and I think it's slightly amusing to them to hear mom going over all the rules and such. I guess these times will come and mommy will get a little more courage while I watch the metamorphosis of the beautiful butterflies.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Daddy, this is your moment to shine!
I hope everyone had a fantastic mother's day. Mine turned out particularly enjoyable, but one of the things that amused me was my visit to the mall. I sat with big daddy in the kid's play area. There was a man there with his son. As his son and my boy engaged in an imaginary battle, the man sat on the vinyl puffy bench with his head hung in a droopy manner. You would have thought this guy hadn't slept a wink all night as he hadn't even had a startled jerk in about 10 minutes. This kid could have left, circled the mall and been back without papa being none the wiser. I leaned over to big daddy and said, " if that guy's wife shows up, he's probably gonna get a smack in the head..." Fortunately, his wife did not show and he finally awoke.
I sat and thought to myself, then spoke out loud about the carpet probably never seeing a cleaning and muttered something about the overwhelming feeling of sitting in a germ fest. As I sputtered out my criticism, another family caught my attention. They were out for a mom's shopping afternoon. The reason I know that is because the lady kept trying to convince her toddling bundle of joy to stay with dad and have fun. After many conversations to no avail, the dad was hot under the collar. "JUST GO!" he irritatedly said to his wife. She finally decided to take the kid and leave the older child with the father. I'm sure he didn't mind. It was sort of fun to watch dads out of their element. Kudos to the dads who tried to give their wife a well deserved break, well intentioned if not perfect.
I sat and thought to myself, then spoke out loud about the carpet probably never seeing a cleaning and muttered something about the overwhelming feeling of sitting in a germ fest. As I sputtered out my criticism, another family caught my attention. They were out for a mom's shopping afternoon. The reason I know that is because the lady kept trying to convince her toddling bundle of joy to stay with dad and have fun. After many conversations to no avail, the dad was hot under the collar. "JUST GO!" he irritatedly said to his wife. She finally decided to take the kid and leave the older child with the father. I'm sure he didn't mind. It was sort of fun to watch dads out of their element. Kudos to the dads who tried to give their wife a well deserved break, well intentioned if not perfect.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Caution...I will bite!
There it was...emblazoned across the meaty backside of a 20ish something mom. Caution...I will bite! The red letters on the black sweatpants bellowed out for attention. As I sat in my local mediocre eating establishment, I watched as this vision of modesty walked past and sat in the booth in front of me. She was dining with her man and her baby. As she picked up the baby, she started to babble in some elfin language I'm sure only her baby understood. That's fine, I mean the dog and I share the same secret language. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah....crazy jogging pants.
The topic of modest attire has become of particular interest to me since I have become a mom with 2 daughters. I will add the mention of my son to this list because modest dressing will also affect my boy's eyesight one day. I was out shopping one day for my girl, she needs new shorts and we all hope the sun will eventually show it's face again, so began my search. I was hard pressed to find a huge selection of shorts that weren't cut right below the fanny. Now, I know longer shorts exist, but apparently not at the store I was in. I thought to myself, "gee, don't we want to keep our little girls, little for as long as possible?"
I'm not saying modesty should mean turtlenecks and floor length dresses, don't get me wrong. I think you can be pretty without being under dressed. Just a concerned mom.....
The topic of modest attire has become of particular interest to me since I have become a mom with 2 daughters. I will add the mention of my son to this list because modest dressing will also affect my boy's eyesight one day. I was out shopping one day for my girl, she needs new shorts and we all hope the sun will eventually show it's face again, so began my search. I was hard pressed to find a huge selection of shorts that weren't cut right below the fanny. Now, I know longer shorts exist, but apparently not at the store I was in. I thought to myself, "gee, don't we want to keep our little girls, little for as long as possible?"
I'm not saying modesty should mean turtlenecks and floor length dresses, don't get me wrong. I think you can be pretty without being under dressed. Just a concerned mom.....
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Six degrees of poo
Let me introduce you to Rudy. Rudy is the family dog who came to live with us at 7wks. old along with his sister Daisy. Rudy was aptly named after famous football legend, Rudy Ruettiger. Our puppy is reaching the sunset of his 10th year. We are looking forward to celebrating his 11th birthday with hamburgers ( every year he gets 2). Now that the fluffy introductions are over, let's get down to the nitty gritty.
When the notion of getting a pet enters your mind, a couple of questions pop up. A. This could be fun and they are so cute or B. who is really going to be taking care of this animal? Having no children at the time, we decided to embark on this joy ride. One of my least favorite animal chores is potty duty. This brings us to our story.
After the recent winter melt, all the snow hidden piles of "doodie" lay exposed in a mushy mess. Deciding this clean up duty was inevitable I set out to conquer this disgusting mess. I say to Big Daddy, " what am I supposed to do with all the poo?"....his reply, " just toss it over by the garden". No problem, I think... I head out. After assessing the situation, I realize this simple toss of the poo, has to reach a distance of about 50 yards. Having very limited upper arm strength, my best shovel throw was about 4 ft.
It was a particularly windy day, probably not the best day to be ultra motivated. The wind whipped as I hurled the slushy turds. At first I thought maybe this will help my distance, not so much. As I slung the shovel forward and the bounty escaped my tool, a gust caught it and I cringed as I felt the spray of melted snow and droppings against my face. I looked back to see my children laughing at me in the window. Needless to say, that wave of determination quickly dissolved. Poop duty would have to wait.
When the notion of getting a pet enters your mind, a couple of questions pop up. A. This could be fun and they are so cute or B. who is really going to be taking care of this animal? Having no children at the time, we decided to embark on this joy ride. One of my least favorite animal chores is potty duty. This brings us to our story.
It was a particularly windy day, probably not the best day to be ultra motivated. The wind whipped as I hurled the slushy turds. At first I thought maybe this will help my distance, not so much. As I slung the shovel forward and the bounty escaped my tool, a gust caught it and I cringed as I felt the spray of melted snow and droppings against my face. I looked back to see my children laughing at me in the window. Needless to say, that wave of determination quickly dissolved. Poop duty would have to wait.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
There goes my hero...
Hey girls, let's shout a hip, hip, hooray for the good men out there! Let's give props to the guy who will go out there and give his all to love his family. The husband that will come home and listen to endless stories about kids and school. I mean don't we all love the guy who doesn't have a big complaint about our frizzy hair? Let's send a shout out to the man who will come right to your son's karate class from work on an empty stomach.
I lovingly refer to my superhero as Big Daddy. I love his dedication and his loyalty to the family that he has been given. I like to watch as he and the kids enter the wrestling arena most nights after dinner. I appreciate that he tries not to complain if dinner isn't great. Ladies, lets give thanks if you have a "big daddy"...let's try to get that flat iron out once in awhile and show him the love he deserves!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Potty daze
Somehow the 2nd in command, Chimp mentor (me) got a much needed 3 hr. break. I headed over to my local "drink our coffee and read our books" spot. I didn't actually buy their coffee, but I sat there pondering, "can I actually bring the coffee out of the cafe?" or "I guess I could sit in there...but what if I spill coffee on a book? Do I have to buy it?" The last time I sat in there with big daddy, we managed to get a table directly across from the gentleman who stared right in our direction almost the whole time.
Deciding against the cafe I found a chair where I could be alone with my book and my thoughts. This spot happened to be in the children's section. I sat undisturbed for about 10 min. until a mom and her tot wandered past me. Slightly annoyed by this mild intrusion, I have no choice but to listen to this interaction. In a loud voice, this mom announces, "NOW YOU CAN HAVE ANY BOOK YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU WENT POTTY ON THE TOILET!"... I'm intrigued....I have no choice but to discretely stare at this pony tailed vision of pride. Now, I have always taught my children not to stare....but I just can't seem to help myself.
My best guess is that this child must be no more than 2.....My first thought? "Hey kudos, lady how'd ya pull that off?" As this lady is wandering around looking for a suitable selection for " Timmy the Toilet Tamer", I notice that this kid is in a distracted daze, all consumed with the train table 2 feet from my chair. "TWANE?", he says as he leaves his mother to play with the new found treasure. My mind drifted back to my first child, I promised her, " when you go on the toilet we will go to the store and get you a cool horse to play with!" Well, she did...and it was a major event in our house, pictures were taken, signs were made and a toy horse was purchased.
I thought we had arrived, sadly to say that event in retrospect was a fluke, we spent the next year in the potty trenches...oh well. We did manage to get out of diapers eventually as did the other 2 chimplets. I don't remember making signs and taking pictures for the next training accomplishments. The lady did find her book, complete with sounds of flushing and excitement. I too, was excited for her....at least now I'd get my quiet little nook back.
Deciding against the cafe I found a chair where I could be alone with my book and my thoughts. This spot happened to be in the children's section. I sat undisturbed for about 10 min. until a mom and her tot wandered past me. Slightly annoyed by this mild intrusion, I have no choice but to listen to this interaction. In a loud voice, this mom announces, "NOW YOU CAN HAVE ANY BOOK YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU WENT POTTY ON THE TOILET!"... I'm intrigued....I have no choice but to discretely stare at this pony tailed vision of pride. Now, I have always taught my children not to stare....but I just can't seem to help myself.
My best guess is that this child must be no more than 2.....My first thought? "Hey kudos, lady how'd ya pull that off?" As this lady is wandering around looking for a suitable selection for " Timmy the Toilet Tamer", I notice that this kid is in a distracted daze, all consumed with the train table 2 feet from my chair. "TWANE?", he says as he leaves his mother to play with the new found treasure. My mind drifted back to my first child, I promised her, " when you go on the toilet we will go to the store and get you a cool horse to play with!" Well, she did...and it was a major event in our house, pictures were taken, signs were made and a toy horse was purchased.
I thought we had arrived, sadly to say that event in retrospect was a fluke, we spent the next year in the potty trenches...oh well. We did manage to get out of diapers eventually as did the other 2 chimplets. I don't remember making signs and taking pictures for the next training accomplishments. The lady did find her book, complete with sounds of flushing and excitement. I too, was excited for her....at least now I'd get my quiet little nook back.
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