I do this every time. Every single time. I don't know why I haven't learned yet, but knowing both my mother and grandmother, I know that the cards are stacked against me.
Tomorrow evening is book club. AT MY HOUSE.
This may not seem like a big deal, but we haven't even lived here for two months. There are still boxes in my dining room and this weekend we bought a couch. The new purchases inspired a room makeover and more unpacking. All of these things are very welcome and important things. (We have to have someplace for the Book Club ladies to sit. Two chairs just wasn't going to cut it.)
So it's almost 10pm. I'm trying to find the desk under the pile of junk that has yet to find a home and I'm feeling overwhelmed. I'm trying hard to be a little different in our new house. Not the frantic lady, who's rushing to clean her house 30 minutes before people get here... I'd like to be the lady whose house looks nice enough that people could just drop by and I wouldn't be worried. Also, I would like it even more if my son wouldn't ask, "Who's coming to our house?" whenever I mention cleaning. That can't be a good sign.
I better go finish the book...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
"Meet the Animals" Monday
Little Man would like to introduce you to his animals! We are hoping this will be a weekly installment, but he's 3 and has no concept of time. As you are enjoying a little peek into his world, pay attention to Bug sitting next to him (and I apologize for the shaking camera, I was laughing too hard).
Snowball
Bug also wanted to contribute...
Penny Kitty
A few things...
We all have some sort of sinus infection and it's not pleasant. Please excuse us while we recover from all of the nasties. In the meantime, something to keep you entertained....
A new blog!
A yummy recipe - that's really easy.
*note... sear your pork chops in olive oil for about 6 minutes each side before baking, a little less if you have thin cut chops.
Fun kids music.
And an adorable picture of my Buggy Boo eating cupcakes....
A yummy recipe - that's really easy.
*note... sear your pork chops in olive oil for about 6 minutes each side before baking, a little less if you have thin cut chops.
Fun kids music.
And an adorable picture of my Buggy Boo eating cupcakes....
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Breakfast of Champions
Wil had to leave for work early this morning and while I was trying to finish getting ready for the day, the boys were off on their own. It was kinda quiet, so I was a little worried about what I would find if I headed downstairs. Before I could find out, they came up to see me. This was the end result:
Breakfast in the bathroom... at least it was yogurt, right? And they're sharing?
Breakfast in the bathroom... at least it was yogurt, right? And they're sharing?Cause she's super cool
Zee has a friend named Annie. I've never met her, but I love her blog. It's fun, she has great taste, a lot of talent and is a fabulous mom to a super cute baby. You should check her out... and the cool desk she made. I also love that she posts this kind of stuff, it makes me feel more normal.
A few of my favorite things?
This weekend Wil finally convinced me to get rid of our old phones (and bad service) and upgrade to his dream... an iPhone. We've been arguing for months about our "need" for new phones, but that's a post for another day. So we don't have a couch, but we have shiny new toys and now I'm faced with all kinds of new features and options... most of which are putting my brain on overload. You see, unlike my sister and husband too, I'm having a hard time finding what I really like. I'm rarely the one who discovers a new artist, sites like facebook that ask for your favorite music/movies/books leave me stumped. I look through iTunes wondering if I'll suffer buyers remorse for downloading a whole album. I see my playlists of 80's music, Backyardigans, Yo Gabba Gabba and Joshua Radin, then I feel stuck. Maybe in the 80's... maybe in a search for kids music that doesn't make my brain feel like it's melting away. Where do I go from here? Usually, it's my sister's music library... today it's up to you. I'm asking for your help... give me some ideas, thoughts, suggestions. What do you listen to? What helps you keep your sanity in the midst of the chaos?
Friday, September 18, 2009
coo-coo-pot
Little Man has hit that age where he's making up his own words. Some are fun and silly. A lot of them are a variation on the word "poop", but our favorite by far is "coo-coo-pot".
Tonight we used this word to refer to one of the designers on Project Runway... she was definitely a little coo coo.
Little Man has been asking for a pet for over a year now. Randomly he will start crying because he doesn't have a pet. Last week he just had to have a lamb, a few weeks ago it was a pig, at some point he wanted a giraffe... today he saw pictures of puppies online and we're toast. At some point he's not going to accept stuffed animals as a substitute for real ones, but until that day I'm willing to break the bank on webkins, beanie babies or any other puppy dog substitute.
I'm thinking about starting a weekly post... meet our stuffed animals. I could go for months without posting the same one twice. It's kinda scary.
Bug bumped his head today on the wall behind the sofa. The bump was followed by the following conversation:
Me: Did you bonk your head?
Bug: yeah
Me: Do I need to kiss it?
Bug: yeah
He pats his head, leans over and I give kisses to his head. He would then lean over until his head touched the wall, look at me and say "bonk" (or something that sounded pretty close) then he would wait until I kissed it and repeat the whole thing all over again. If he's acting a little coo-coo-pot tomorrow, we'll all know why.
In the midst of our move, we met my grandparents for lunch and talked about Little Man's desire for a pet. A couple weeks later, my parents met up with my grandparents to have lunch with them and check in. During the conversation, my grandmother told my mom, "If I had know that Lauren wanted a dog, I could have gotten her a cocker spaniel when Pepper Duke passed away." Um, Pepper Duke died before I was born. But thanks for the thought Gram.
This past weekend I took the boys down to my parents house, upon on return home on Wednesday, I found a mantis INSIDE the house. There are some bugs I can handle (and by handle, I mean put a bowl or bin over top of them until Wil comes home and can take care of it) and others just freaked me out. Like the jumpy spider things we used to get in our townhouse in Annandale - Yuck! The mantis falls into that category. I'm staying as far away as possible... finding one in the house freaked me out. And since I was trying not to freak out the boys as I keep one eye on them and one on the mantis napping between the blinds and the window, pick up the phone and call my husband. Honestly, if he worked more than a mile away, I wouldn't have... I would have been a nervous wreck all afternoon, but I would have done it. Thank goodness, Wil's boss took pity on me. Within 15 minutes, he came home, rescued me from the mantis and was back at work. He's a good man.
This was a different mantis from the one that was living on the light outside the door. How can I tell? Smaller and no ginormous belly fully of baby manti (would that be the correct plural of mantis?). She's been gone for over a week now and I'm hoping she went far away to have those babies.
Tonight we used this word to refer to one of the designers on Project Runway... she was definitely a little coo coo.
Little Man has been asking for a pet for over a year now. Randomly he will start crying because he doesn't have a pet. Last week he just had to have a lamb, a few weeks ago it was a pig, at some point he wanted a giraffe... today he saw pictures of puppies online and we're toast. At some point he's not going to accept stuffed animals as a substitute for real ones, but until that day I'm willing to break the bank on webkins, beanie babies or any other puppy dog substitute.
I'm thinking about starting a weekly post... meet our stuffed animals. I could go for months without posting the same one twice. It's kinda scary.
Bug bumped his head today on the wall behind the sofa. The bump was followed by the following conversation:
Me: Did you bonk your head?
Bug: yeah
Me: Do I need to kiss it?
Bug: yeah
He pats his head, leans over and I give kisses to his head. He would then lean over until his head touched the wall, look at me and say "bonk" (or something that sounded pretty close) then he would wait until I kissed it and repeat the whole thing all over again. If he's acting a little coo-coo-pot tomorrow, we'll all know why.
In the midst of our move, we met my grandparents for lunch and talked about Little Man's desire for a pet. A couple weeks later, my parents met up with my grandparents to have lunch with them and check in. During the conversation, my grandmother told my mom, "If I had know that Lauren wanted a dog, I could have gotten her a cocker spaniel when Pepper Duke passed away." Um, Pepper Duke died before I was born. But thanks for the thought Gram.
This past weekend I took the boys down to my parents house, upon on return home on Wednesday, I found a mantis INSIDE the house. There are some bugs I can handle (and by handle, I mean put a bowl or bin over top of them until Wil comes home and can take care of it) and others just freaked me out. Like the jumpy spider things we used to get in our townhouse in Annandale - Yuck! The mantis falls into that category. I'm staying as far away as possible... finding one in the house freaked me out. And since I was trying not to freak out the boys as I keep one eye on them and one on the mantis napping between the blinds and the window, pick up the phone and call my husband. Honestly, if he worked more than a mile away, I wouldn't have... I would have been a nervous wreck all afternoon, but I would have done it. Thank goodness, Wil's boss took pity on me. Within 15 minutes, he came home, rescued me from the mantis and was back at work. He's a good man.
This was a different mantis from the one that was living on the light outside the door. How can I tell? Smaller and no ginormous belly fully of baby manti (would that be the correct plural of mantis?). She's been gone for over a week now and I'm hoping she went far away to have those babies.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Tonight, we went to our first Book Club meeting. Since Zee and I are forcing our need to be social onto others, we felt it was important to attend. Next month, we'll be hosting... so we'll see how that goes. So after the discussion of how we wanted to set up our book club and some minor guidelines as to how this would work, we started to chat. We talked about jobs and job searches, kids and wacky eating habits, likes and dislikes and at some point I started to wonder.... do these ladies think I'm crazy? a bad mom? a total nerd? Am I that obnoxious kid that always says, "where I used to live, we did this...."?
My parents have lived in the same house for 32 years, I didn't have to be the new kid until I was in college and I wasn't very good at it. It took me 4 years to find really good friends, before that there was just a lot of awkwardness.
So now my fingers are crossed and there are a lot of prayers being said that we can make new friends in our new place.
My parents have lived in the same house for 32 years, I didn't have to be the new kid until I was in college and I wasn't very good at it. It took me 4 years to find really good friends, before that there was just a lot of awkwardness.
So now my fingers are crossed and there are a lot of prayers being said that we can make new friends in our new place.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Eviction Notice
Dear Mrs. Mantis,
Although I love that you eat our bugs, please find a new home. I have no problem with you living on the light or somewhere else on the front of our house. Unfortunately, it is NOT acceptable for you to live on our front door, where I must physically move you in order to bring in the groceries. This is a highly stressful situation for all of us, I assure you. For this reason I cannot give you 30-days notice, you must leave asap or we will need to take action to have you removed to a happier and safer home.
Sincerely,
Me
Although I love that you eat our bugs, please find a new home. I have no problem with you living on the light or somewhere else on the front of our house. Unfortunately, it is NOT acceptable for you to live on our front door, where I must physically move you in order to bring in the groceries. This is a highly stressful situation for all of us, I assure you. For this reason I cannot give you 30-days notice, you must leave asap or we will need to take action to have you removed to a happier and safer home.
Sincerely,
Me
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