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Video of Rt from last summer. enjoy.

All in a days work

I could have written this myself, but I didn’t. Enjoy.

“If you have been secretly wondering what is wrong with me, I now have
the answer… Recently, I was diagnosed with C. A. A. D. D. (Child
Activated Attention Deficit Disorder)

This is how it manifests: I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward
the laundry room, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor
and my car keys are in the cereal bowl. I decide to pick up the cheerios
before I do the laundry. I lay my car keys down on the counter, put the
cheerios in the trash can under the counter, and notice that the trash
can is full. So, I decide to take out the trash. But then I think,
since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash I may
as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table, and see
that there is only one check left, my extra checks are in my desk in the
office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of
juice. I’m going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put
the sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the
kitchen with the sippy cup a vase of flowers on the counter catches my
eye – they need to be watered. I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I
discover baby wipes that I’ve been searching for all morning. I decide
I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I’m going to water the
flowers. I set the wipes back down and splash some water on the
flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I get some paper towels
and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what
I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the laundry isn’t washed,
the bills aren’t paid, there is a warm cup of juice sitting on the
counter, the flowers aren’t watered, there is still only one check in my
checkbook, I can’t find the wipes, and I don’t remember what I did with
the car keys. Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I’m
really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get
some help for it, but first I’ll check my e-mail. Don’t laugh – if this
isn’t you yet, your day is coming.”

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Still haven’t found what I am looking for

Ok, phew. I am out of the poo woods. (so far) I brushed my teeth, ate both breakfast and lunch, got dressed for public, went to Playschool with Rt and even enjoyed a little section of a chocolate bar. AWE YA! Now, if I can just figure out IF this new hair color I got on Friday is going to be fab or not, cause right now I am kinda bumming on it.

So, here lies my present beef. Let’s call it the BEEF OF THE WEEK! (echo, echo, echo)
What do you do when you get your haircut/hair colored and you don’t like it? I usually come home from the salon not digging the current “do”, but I am not one for change either. It takes me a bit to get used to anything new. It may take a few minutes on something rather minuscule, but if it’s a big to do like my HAIR, then I need some extra time. For those of you that actually know me, which is probably the couple of you reading this, I have always had blonde hair and for the most part kept it long. (why did I pick college to go short? eeck! Bad timing and cheap hair color) So, anytime I ask for a little lighter, little darker, I always get more than I bargain for. But, like most of the time, the color fades and returns close to how I started out within a few washes. I have washed my hair THREE times and the “low lights” are taking over my head AND they look two different shades of “dark”. Now, I know I don’t live in LA or SF anymore, but the places I go to aren’t shabby. They are the $$$ places in town. I just still haven’t found what I am looking for (just broke off into song in my head) and continue to try more people for the first time. First dates with hair people is awkward to begin with, so this current hair saga is such a bummer. And these visits aren’t cheap either So, I will give it a few more washes to see if my scalp returns to its natural color of pink and get back with you on the topic.

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Still haven’t found what I am looking for

Ok, phew. I am out of the poo woods. (so far) I brushed my teeth, ate both breakfast and lunch, got dressed for public, went to Playschool with Rt and even enjoyed a little section of a chocolate bar. AWE YA! Now, if I can just figure out IF this new hair color I got on Friday is going to be fab or not, cause right now I am kinda bumming on it.

So, here lies my present beef. Let’s call it the BEEF OF THE WEEK! (echo, echo, echo)
What do you do when you get your haircut/hair colored and you don’t like it? I usually come home from the salon not digging the current “do”, but I am not one for change either. It takes me a bit to get used to anything new. It may take a few minutes on something rather minuscule, but if it’s a big to do like my HAIR, then I need some extra time. For those of you that actually know me, which is probably the couple of you reading this, I have always had blonde hair and for the most part kept it long. (why did I pick college to go short? eeck! Bad timing and cheap hair color) So, anytime I ask for a little lighter, little darker, I always get more than I bargain for. But, like most of the time, the color fades and returns close to how I started out within a few washes. I have washed my hair THREE times and the “low lights” are taking over my head AND they look two different shades of “dark”. Now, I know I don’t live in LA or SF anymore, but the places I go to aren’t shabby. They are the $$$ places in town. I just still haven’t found what I am looking for (just broke off into song in my head) and continue to try more people for the first time. First dates with hair people is awkward to begin with, so this current hair saga is such a bummer. And these visits aren’t cheap either So, I will give it a few more washes to see if my scalp returns to its natural color of pink and get back with you on the topic.

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Little perks baby

So, last night before hitting the hay, my mom said she would get up with Rt while hubby and I slept in a little. I told her she actually said her statement outloud, so I would hold her up to it.
Luckily for everybody, Rt didn’t stir till 6:40am (I was up at 5:15am using the “twalet” and am not certain when I drifted off to slumber before The Rt Alarm went off.) Anywho, hubby brought him into our room to chill for a sec, then Rt and I paraded down the hall to find “the one who is letting us go back to sleep, thank you Jesus”. After the dropoff, hubby and I BOTH snoozed till 8:30a.m. EIGHT THIRTY AM PEOPLE! When was the last time we both got to do that on a weekday or ever for that matter. All I can say is, YEE HAW! I can’t speak for hubs, but I think he could have something like “DUDE”.

Now the perks didn’t and don’t stop there. Hubby and I have already seen a movie together. I went to yoga yesterday morning without having to put Rt in the daycare. I am getting my haircut this afternoon. We plan on going out to dinner with friends in a nearby city and catch another flick that I CHOOSE! Of course, the best part for all of us is getting to spend time with Mimi. Rt loves her and caled for her everyday this week when she wasn’t in the room. It will be a sad day for many reasons come Sunday when Mimi has to go home.

We only hope she will return very soon WITH A NEW JOB! Not only would she have a KICK ASS career, she would be willing to spend what free time she had with Rt, oh and us too.

crossing those fingers Mimi!

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One. Go. Wheeeee.

These fine words were spoken by my darling son at 6:15am this morning as he was slowly sliding off our bed. These fine words were only following two “hi’s” that were spoken at 4:15am and 5:45am. (hubby out of town last night, nice timing hubs!!)

We are heading to the doctor at 5p.m. today to have his ears checked from the ear infection he had 3 weeks ago. We have an appointment with the ENT next week, but due to his SLEEP SUCKAGE this past week, I have decided to make a quick trip to the doc of all ear docs, Dr. Moser (he’s famous!) to take a quick peak. Several people have suggested I buy my own scope to view his little ears to see for myself if he has an ear infection, so I don’t have to pay good money at the peds office. Problem is, every time I think he has an infection, he does, so the $28 scope wouldn’t be saving me cash, it would only reaffirm my mommy instincts and my lack of sleep that this boy’s ears are DRIVING US ALL BATTY!

One thing. I still don’t know if these recent events are due to these LAME ASS canines or his ear.

I’ll let you know the results when they come in.

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UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: 21 month old has gained 1 lb in 3 weeks.
And no sight of ear infection anywhere, and doc says he sees a tooth coming in………….he thinks.

(lovely)

Guess who came for dinner?

Last night hubby’s parents came over to have dinner at our house. Since my mom is visiting, it was a perfect way to get all the grandparents together to enjoy some time with Rt. Oh, and we were there too. Since my mom currently lives in OK, she only visits when she can. So, getting everyone together had not happened in over a year. And back then, Rt just sat there, or laid there and didn’t “entertain” as he does now, so last night was even sweeter.

I wonder if last night was bittersweet for my mom and/or hubby’s parents. Sharing Rt is not the easiest thing to do, I can imagine. When we are up at hubby’s parents house, “the lodge”, they are the “Gee gee and Fa Fa” and when Rt is with my mom, she is the “Mimi”. What is Rt to do with all of them at once? Who does he shine the most for? Who does he go to when he knows he can get something that we won’t get for him? What do they do when they aren’t the ones he goes to? Wouldn’t that be a tad sad? I think if I were in their position, I would enjoy being around my grandson and those who love him, but having to share Rt would be an adjustment.

Has this happened to you? What was it like with both sets of Gparents/In-Laws in the same room together? Any friction? Smooth sailing?

I was too busy to really keep tabs on everyone the entire night since I was “hostess with the mostess”. I made two Tamale Pie casseroles, salad and Strawberry No-Bake Cheesecake. I spent half the afternoon cooking while my mom cleaned everything I made dirty. I guess we were both so distracted, that by the time the doorbell rang at 5p.m., my hair was still in this funky chipclip do, my mom was on the floor ironing napkins and Rt was still in his pj’s. Whoops. I guess I forgot to change clothes on the kid THE ENTIRE DAY. HA! I knew going to the store to buy groceries yesterday morning in his pj’s was ok. It was freezing outside and his footed pj’s could be the warmest clothes he has. And I chose to ignore the 4 to 5 times Rt watched his Signing Time show. I had so much cooking to do, it really kept the day running smoothly while he was preoccupied. All in all, it was a lovely evening. The dinner was fab and the conversation was enjoyable. The boy went to bed on time, fell asleep and didn’t ask for our assistance till 3:30am. (wtf?) The beer (mmm) and wine (zzz) were tasty too.

Speaking of, does anyone else notice that our parents are enjoying the vino these days?
I swear, you buy a bottle of white and a bottle of red and it’s not enough!
I guess it’s the drink of choice for that generation.

And their parents were the ones having bourbon and water at 4:30pm.

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The power of a car

So, my mom is in town for a job interview. (cool, huh?) When MiMi comes to town, you know cars are in Rt’s future. My nephew is close to 2 1/2 and can name where each one of his matchbox/hot wheels cars comes from. Target, Walmart, Target, Walmart etc… So, yesterday we went to my monthly trip to Walmart to buy everything I needed at the lowest price possible. (Hey, when you don’t have any income, your job is to save money where you can. So, Walmart it is.) It was nice having my mom there as a decoy for Rt. He does really well in stores, but when you do any shopping right before lunch, you are asking for it. If you don’t have a cracker on you, you are SCREWED! haha. Anywho, my mom was looking for a carrying case for all of Rt’s cars. It seems my nephew has two of them and are very handy to hold all these tiny toys. Once Rt and I met up with her in the toy department, my mom handed me two 5 packs of cars and asked which ones Rt would want. I told her we probably were going to have to get both now that they have been viewed by the little mechanic. She said she thought that would be ok. I told her he just about doubled his car collection with one trip to the store with Mimi. No wonder he always says “Hi MiMi.” then “car” everytime he sees her.

So, we head home for lunch with 10 unwrapped cars in the carseat. Lunch went well, he napped for about 1 hour 45 minutes, but woke halfway through. (Still waiting on those damn canines. Hurry up already, you are messing with his sleep!) Once the babe was awake, we headed to Nordstroms for “interview heels”. One can only do their best with a new pair of shoes, right? Before we headed home, Mimi suggested we head by Toys r us to see if they carried this car case thingy. I told Rt as we entered that we were just there to look. Rt had two new cars in his hands, so I thought I was prepared for “just looking”. Well, we stayed clear of the toy aisle, which I guess would be ever aisle there, but I mean the little bitty car aisle, the MECCA of toy aisle. Even standing in the middle of the store waiting for Mimi, Rt was getting a little impatient. Once Mimi found the case and brought it over to the shopping cart and even offered it to Rt to hold, he BURST into tears. A sad, LOUD breakdown of sorts. This has only happened once before in a store and it had to do with little bitty cars as well. Good grief boy! I tried to console him by asking him what was wrong etc, but nothing was working. So, I said we were leaving if he chose to behave that way in a store. (Luckily, we were ready to go anyway. I also know he probably didn’t get the whole getting upset/must leave store bit, but I thought I would start at 21 months until he gets it.) Anyway, I blame all of this on his teeth. When in doubt, it’s teeth. If his teeth hurt…. he doesn’t sleep well, he doesn’t eat well, which then leads to cranky, beside himself toddler.

By the way, I still don’t see any toofies, but I don’t think the power of the car can be so strong this early, or can it?

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Ode to Pop Tart

What is it about the Pop Tart? I am in my early 30’s and still think the frosted cherry pop tart rocks the casbah.

I was wondering what to write about today as I reached down to break off my first piece of pop tart. Of course it was a crust piece with a little icing on it. The best part of the tart in my opinion.

It all started back in the day when I was a young gal and could not get my mom to buy pop tarts at the store. It was considered taboo, a big no-no. I am sure she just wanted to set some sort of boundaries in the sugar for breakfast department. I completely agree with her actions today, but back then, it was cruel.

The only time my brother and I EVER tasted such yumminess was at my grandmother’s house.
You know the type of visit. You sit and sulk the whole way to grandma’s house wishing
you were back at home attending your best friends slumber party. Your status diminished
within the ranks of your friends because you weren’t there to teepee Dirk or Andrew’s house and it was the coolest thing evah. It was a long ride to CeCe’s house, but there was one gleaming hope. The hope that CeCe remembered to pick up that one little box of Pop Tarts. It really didn’t matter what brand they were. (Toastettes do rock). The moment we walked into the smoky, creepy house, my brother and I darted to the kitchen and checked every cabinet to find the golden tarts. There was one time my grandmother forgot the box and we were crushed. I am sure we picked up a box sometime during our trip, but how could she have forgotten the one thing that made our time there truly fabulous? Funny thing about all of this is, my brother is 5 years older than I am. I may have looked childish wishing and wanting these treats so desperately, but it was quite hilarious that my brother felt the same way. I even remember heating up two tarts and setting them down onto my grandmother’s card table to watch some TV on her black and white. Little did I know, the steam from the pop tarts made a perfect rectangle imprint on her prized piece of furniture. YIKES!!!

The lovely pop tart has weaved its way throughout my childhood and into my adulthood. I still love eating my cherry OR strawberry treats, but these days I can only eat one cause they are way TOO sweet for my palate.

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