Friday, January 30, 2009

Just another day...

We've had an eventful day around here.

First, a riddle...what do you get when you cross a blue raspberry sucker with a 15 month old who drools excessively?

Something like this...
And yes, he's wearing a necklace. Don't be a hater...he just likes to get his bling on occasionally. Besides, he is wearing very manly camo. M-kay?

In other news...
Abby lost her first tooth! There were a lot of tears prior to the actual removal of the tooth. She learned an important life lesson...anticipation is often worse than the actual event. And, it's hard to eat pizza with a very loose tooth. And, a little pain is worth it when there's money promised at the end. All important lessons one needs to know...

Friday, January 16, 2009

Only a Mother

There are a few things that could only come from the mouth of a mother. For instance, "Is that the toilet I hear?" Which I said today as I hurried down the hall in a panic.

It was. Fortunately, I got to it before Grayson could throw anything into it.

Another one that I also uttered today, "Grayson, we do not play in the toilet."

Oh, the joys of motherhood...

Chicks only...

DISCLAIMER: If you're a guy, just stop reading now. Seriously. Just walk away. I know a few posts back I blogged about cars and such, but this ain't one of those. Trust me. Come back tomorrow, but leave this one alone.

Okay...

Yesterday, I had the big yearly exam. You know the one I'm talking about. The one we all fear and dread. Or is that just me? Anyway, one of life's necessary evils. So, as a stay-at-home mom, I have 2 options: take my 2 kids with me or find someone else to watch them. Well, that's an obvious choice, no? Burge graciously volunteered to take off from work to be the sitter. I gave him the choice of either staying home with them or all of us going. Seeing how we still have no TV and I did promise him a meal out, he decided that we'd all go.

Nothing like a trip to the gynecologist for some family bonding. Ahem.

I was telling Abby as we were getting dressed where we were going. As in, Mommy has to go to the doctor. For what? Well, it's just a check-up. To get your flu shot? No, Mommy's not getting a shot. What are they going to do? Ummmm, well, it's just a check-up. But, what are they going to do? (Now, let me interject here that I am not one of those parents who believe in full disclosure. I want the simplest answer that will satisfy the curiosity. I realize that may come back to bite me in the butt later. I'll deal with that fallout then. Um-kay?) Well, they'll take my blood pressure (Good thing they're not doing it now, 'cause my neck and face are about to explode!). With the thing that they wrap around your arm and pump up? Yes. Silence. I'm holding my breath. Neat! And breathe out.

Crisis averted. Let's just leave the flu shot as the most traumatic thing about the doctor's office for a while longer, shall we?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Week with No TV

Our television is out. As in, it won't stay on for more than a few minutes at a time. It had been coughing and sputtering for a few days, but really, I'm one of those people that hope if you ignore the funny noise, it'll clear up on its own. It didn't. This is not the only TV in our house, but it is the big mama in the family room. The HD plasma TV. And on a side note here, the new motto in our house is going to be, "If it ain't broke, just wait a few days. It will be."

I'll admit it hurt a little this morning, not being able to watch "Today". I do so love Lester Holt, Amy Robach and Jenna Wolf on the weekend edition. And I was gone for most of the day yesterday, leaving Burge with the kids and no TV. So, I have not felt the full impact of the loss yet. But, so far, I'm not missing it all that much.

I'm sure I'll be changing my tune tonight when the season premiere of "24" is on, and I can't watch Jack Bauer in HD. But right now, it's okay. I've been convicted for a while about the amount of time that the television stays on in our house (whether anyone is watching it or not), so this could be God's way of slapping me upside the head about it.

And here are a few things I've learned today about a 42 inch plasma TV. It puts off a lot of heat. Our family room is a good 5 degrees cooler without the TV on. Also the kids are somewhat calmer without the TV. This I had already learned from my New Year's resolution to turn off the TV during the day. However, it does nothing to curb the craziness that occurs everyday between 6 and 8 pm. The television did help drown that out. Anyone got any alternate ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

WFMW: Easy Kid/Highchair Clean-up

This may be one of those "doesn't-everybody-do-that" things, but I just figured it out with child #2. I've always been a little slow on the upswing.

Anyway, I keep a box of wipes in the kitchen next to the highchair. At the moment, it's the Huggies Clean Team wipes because I have a buttload of them. No pun intended. Okay, slight pun intended.

Soooo, moving on, when Grayson finishes smearing his food all over himself and the highchair eating, I just take a wipe, clean him up, then wipe down the highchair. Then throw the disgusting wipe in the garbage before your child can try to eat it. Oh, wait...is that just mine?

Super easy clean-up! And still pretty frugal when you can get wipes for $.14 a pack. Works for me!

Skip on over to Shannon's Rocks in my Dryer for more great Works for Me Wednesday tips.

He'll make some woman very happy...

My son is awesome. And I'm being completely objective here. My daughter is awesome too, but she's a girl, so I know the way her mind works. I can practically see the thoughts running through her head, and I know what she's going to say before she says it. It's a girl thing. Grayson, however, is still a mystery. He's always doing things that surprise me.

Take today, for instance. I was vacuuming the hallway outside his bedroom, and he was watching me. Then all of a sudden, he disappeared into his room. A few seconds later, out he popped with his little play lawnmower. He followed me around the rest of the time, "vacuuming" with his lawnmower. What a sweetie!

He's also going to be my non-talker. Abby came out of the womb chattering, and her mouth hasn't stopped moving since. Grayson just points and grunts. Now, I know I shouldn't give in to him, but he's only 15 months old and everything is either "ball", "momma", "dada", or "sissy". So, pointing is his only form of communication right now. Plus, he just looks so darn cute doing it!

So, my boy doesn't say much and likes to vacuum. Yeah, he'll make some woman very happy someday...

Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Ta

First post of 2009!! Woo-hoo! I took a little bloggy break over the holidays basically because Burge was off work a lot, and we've been super busy. And by super busy, I mean we've been playing a lot of Wii and DS.

Anyway, for some reason I was thinking this past week about my first car. And I thought I should blog about that. Because that is my first thought about a lot of things these days. You know, everyone has a story about their first car. I have several...

(Not a picture of my car, mine was so not this nice, but in case you needed a visual.)

My first car was a 1990 Chevy Beretta, white with a blue pinstripe and blue interior. Let me just start by saying, apparently the Beretta was Chevrolet's version of a Yugo. Really, they should have paid me to drive it. Anyone out there drove a Beretta? Then you know what I mean. Not particularly well made. We should have gotten a clue when my dad ran out of gas bringing it home because the gas gauge was broken. And, no, we didn't get it fixed. I just knew when I hit half a tank, I had better be finding a gas station, because you could literally watch the gas gauge go from half a tank to empty.

The headliner would not stay up (and I tried some pretty creative ideas), so if I rode with the windows down, it flapped in the wind. At some point, the driver's side door wouldn't unlock from the outside, so I had to unlock the passenger door and either crawl over or lean over and unlock the driver's side from the inside. The "Beret" from the word "Beretta" fell of one side, so it just said "ta". That became it's loving nickname in high school. "The Ta". Sweet.

One Sunday morning, I was filling the Ta up with gas before church, because the gas gauge read half a tank. I cruised into the gas station and turned off the engine. And the radio was still playing. Now this was not one of the cars whose radio stays on until you open the door. Yugo, remember? Weird, I thought. I pulled the key out of the ignition and got out of the car. It was at that point that I realized that the car was still running. And I was holding the key in my hand, standing outside the car. There happened to be a nice man on the other side of the pumps that I asked for help. His response, "I've never seen anything quite like that. My advice to you is to get back in there and drive it back home." So that's what I did. The battery had to be disconnected to shut it off, and it had to be towed. From my driveway. That made for some fodder at my high school.

Then, during freshman year in college, I was sitting in my dorm one Sunday night, when someone stuck their head in my door to tell me that my car alarm was going off. Hey, thanks! No, wait...I don't have a car alarm. Again, think Yugo. No, it was just my horn blowing incessantly. With no one in the car.

Yep, I could go on and on. The Ta was a piece of work. It was sold my sophomore year in college to be replaced by an Oldsmobile Cutlass, later nicknamed the Tank. Chevrolet quit making Berettas (anyone want to guess why? Anyone?) But I still hold a special place in my my heart for the Ta. If he could talk, oh the stories he could tell. And he would say he was a piece of crap.