To all those who think they have "invented" something or cornered the market on an item, get over it. You are not the God of Anything and you have no right to squeeze anyone else out. So you and your gestapo can go back to your cave. And leave my friend alone.
Phew, I feel better now.
On to other things ... my son is sick with a cold. Not a bad one but enough to make him stay home from preschool.
He's got green stuff coming out of his facial orifices -- quite gross. He's all rather emotional so I encouraged him (amongst great hysterics) that a nap was a good idea. I hope it makes him feel better -- of course, Miss Moo just snuck in there to wake him up. Grrr.
I don't care if it is a Hallmark holiday, I love it. I am a gift harlot and I can admit it. So there. Give me cards, flowers, chocolate, and anything else you can think of to give me. Thanks.
SO I was excited to attend a parenting class at church tonight. I thought it might be interesting. The minute I looked at some of the information, I knew I was wrong.
One word: EZZO Another word: BABYWISE
I got out as quickly as I could. I imagine they are wondering what happened to me in the bathroom, LOL. I ended up (after much heartache and praying) writing an email to the church about the class. I suggested they might consider offering alternatives. I am probably blacklisted now. Oh well. There are some things worth speaking up over and this was one of them for me.
Do you love catalogs? I do. In fact, I am obsessed with them. The more catalogs I get in the mail, the happier I am. Its like crack in the form of a book. I get everything from clothing to toys to household goods. There is never too many catalogs. Got any you can recommend to me? You never know, it might become my new favorite.
We are in the midst of potty training my son (new subject, in case you didn't notice). He's going to be four this month. He's pretty good about peeing on the potty but pooping is still a lost cause. Oh well. Its not like he will go to college in diapers.
If I was granted one wish it would be that I could get one night of sleep that lasted for eight hours. Why does my 15 month old daughter feel the need to visit with me every two hours? Why does my husband feel the need to end co-sleeping? (Oh that's right because I am the one who has to get up every two hours.) I feel like I have a newborn baby all over again. It is wearing me out.
Anyway ... the Super Bowl is being played today. Not much of a football fan but I am a Detroit girl (born and raised on the east side of the city). It makes my heart pitter patter to see the city doing such a great job of hosting the event. I hope its not like the story of Cinderella -- when the clock strikes midnight the city goes back to being a pumpkin.
I made a royal moo of myself this evening. We went out for Chinese food and my son actually used a public restroom -- to pee. Normally he wants to go in and then says he changed his mind. This time he actually did it so I thought it was worth a trip for frozen custard. I bypassed the healthy selections and went for this banana split concotion that was so good. I am so sick but it was so good. Which leads me to my next thought -- I need to start exercising. I've been on this eat everything in sight kick and I need to stop. So my goal for next week is to start going to the gym. There's one in the apartment complex and at our church so I have no excuse. Wish me luck.
I moved old posts from a blog I had that previously started. I have a tendency to forget passwords so lets hope I do better this time.
Molly got a double whammy in the sick department -- mono and a UTI. As her doctor put it so eloquently, you can have fleas and lice at the same time. (I had asked him if the UTI diagnosis meant she didn't have mono.) She's on Amoxicilin -- thank goodness its fruit flavored and not the nasty bubblegum flavor of my youth. Blech. By the way, here's a picture of Molly in all her cuteness ...
My daughter has mono. My fourteen-month-old precious bundle of all things innocent and sweet has mono -- THE KISSING DISEASE. Ok, so the test wasn't absolutely certain but it is possible. So tell me, what exactly do they do at the church nursery on Sunday? What toddler was putting the moves on my Moo? Of course, being a viral disease, we have to let it run its course. So I am stuck with a cranky toddler who's temp occasionally likes to hang out in the vicinity of 105 F. It is not fun at all -- but of course she is probably not having the greatest time either what with the pus cells on her throat and all.
Let's just hope big brother Jake doesn't get it or all heck will break loose in the Bement bunker.
Look at me! I am being trendy and posting a blog. ;)
Of course who wouldn't want to know the inner workings of a SAHM with two kids?!? Wanna talk about poop? Breastmilk? The various extablishments that serve chicken nuggets? How to get marker off the wall? Well, you have come to the right place! This blog will absolutely blow your mind with its spine-tingling excitement. Ha. Ha.
We just moved to Kentucky from Michigan. We also just crammed about 2500 sqaure feet worth of stuff into 1200 square foot apartment. Add two kids and you get a recipe for insanity. Moving is so much easier without kids -- and as my husband pointed out we wouldn't have this much stuff if we didn't have kids. Good thing I love my kids.
I like to talk. I have two kids -- Jake and Molly (aka Moo). My husband is Dave. I hate bees. I was born and raised in the Motor City (really THE city, not the 'Burbs). Now I live amongst the soccer Moms and McMansions. This blog is about my life and whatever random thought pops into my head.