Resolved

I'm riding the denial train, that the person you see above is no longer at the station.

That's right. What we have here is a clear case of Dream On, Lady.

I see myself there, and I think; I know her. Seen her hanging out in the mirror for 34 years, then something went terribly wrong.....

She was EATEN! That's right EATEN! Sure there are features of her in each reflection, (if you squint, and step REALLY far back, then look from the side) but it's still evident. She was eaten.

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I need to go on a diet. Tomorrow. Maybe Wednesday. Okay, Friday. By Friday........

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I love ice cream. It makes everything better. Band aid solutions people. Band aid solutions. ;-)

Yeah, No.

I will not be participating in the "no pull ups at night" experiment!

Last night, clearly dumb from little to no sleep, I decided to help the boys by carrying them to the toilet. M, no problem per usual. Nice & dry & cooperative. J, refusing to open eyes, lightly protested but happily allowed me to carry him to the bathroom and back. Then, it began.

Back spasms.

Big, bad, back spasms. As I lay there on J's xtra bed (per order of J who had at that time awoken completely to begin barking orders) I began the internal dialogue. "What does this remind you of?" said the little voice in my head.... "labor with M" the other voice whispered in exasperation.

I was screwed. Because, not only was it the middle of the night, but as I was about to discover, there were:
A) No pain killers in the house
B) No heating pad to be found
C) J was now WIDE awake, in a GREAT mood, and ready to play

So - yeah..No.

I will not be doing the "no pull ups at night" thing. I promise, when they leave for college, they will not need pull ups. Till then, this is the deal.

btw

while writing the above entry, J decided to throw the following on my lap: some ground beef, the ketchup, some buns, and has just yelled from the kitchen " I CAN'T REACH THE LETTUCE" ***sigh*** Must go make lunch. I'm gonna take a chance and assume here that he wants a hamburger ;-)

3 days in Bama. The schizophrenic state.

It's all very strange.

Last week, a tornado.

Wednesday, it's 60.

Yesterday, the kids are dismissed early due to freezing rain and snow.

I'm cold, I'm tired, and I am not happy. Why would I be? It was a snow storm & a 4am dig out that motivated me to move south in the first place! Don't get me wrong. I'm very happy to have those fun filled mornings behind me, but this crazy weather is the pits! I even had to scrape the ice off my windshield Friday. ICE! OFF MY WINDSHIELD! Not right. Not right at all.

Quiet. Mommy's thinking...

about Florida!

painting

Summer, 2009. J went outside to paint.

This is also one of his favorite pictures of himself..my little narcissist....where on earth does he get that from..?

(family prohibited from commenting here. My blob. My rules ;-)

Potato Head - the final chapter

Wishful writing. But I do hope this means the end of the potato head wars! Today, the final potato heads arrived. Oh thank you Jesus and eBay, as I cannot take one more potato head battle.

We now have 16 "wrong" potato heads ( with accessories somewhere in the hundreds)

2 "right" Mr. potato head

and

2 "right" Mrs. , or otherwise known as "Mom" potato head

but....as J just reminded me, we have the wrong Buzz Lightyear ship.


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

another funny moment, provided by J.

J & M got a new DVD yesterday. Rolie Polie Olie - Valentine's and Easter episodes.

Here's what Josh was just yelling in the TV's direction:

J: "I want LUV VAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Let's watch LUV VAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I love LUV VAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YAY!!!! yes, yes, that's the one."

the name of the episode is Loooove bug. From this day forth, now know as LUV VAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

you should have been there

Oh - it was so funny! Daddy got J AND M up at 1am to pee. How I wish I had this one recorded.....

J: (totally po'd and yelling) = I AM SLEEPING!

DH: I know. But we have to go pee now, so you don't wet the bed.

J: I SAID I'M TIRED! I AM TAKING A NAP!!!!

DH: You can go right back to bed after you pp in the toilet

J: ( no being walked with closed eyes to the bathroom, screaming) NO! NO! NO! NO!

...then to the toilet...

DH: Okay, pee.

J: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO GRRRRRR ( he really did this) NO!

then he went - A LOT.

and back to bed, where I proceeded to tuck him in, and hear the following:

J: (angry) ooh that DADDY!

Me: Yeah.

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It was sincerely hilarious in person. This kid just cracks me up.

and btw

DH ("Dear Husband" or "Dumb Husband" - depending on what he did)

Decided this was the night to let J sleep in underwear (no pull up)

yeah....have fun with that , honey.

Friends are kinda awesome

Yeah - gonna have to dedicate a moment to the friends here. Man, how did I get so lucky? I have been beyond blessed with good people. Never in a million years did I think I'd find such loyal friends here in The New Land. I am so grateful they came to me. I was closed for business when it came to friendship. So busy was I mourning the loss of the very best besties anyone could dream up, left back there in good ol' Mass.....I miss them so........

....and yet, I find myself once again unable to imagine life without these wonderful people. My new peeps. More soul sisters. It's kinda nice. :-)

God is good.


Speaking of New England chums - heard from one of my peeps just the other day, and was asked to meet her in Key West. Yes, my dear. I have been hearing The Keys callin' too. I'm workin' on it. I'm workin' on it!

Monday. Not as bad as it sounds.

I'm listening to the boys argue over what kind of dog Jasper is. A toy poodle, says the 6 yr old. BOLT says J. then screamed - that special way only he can - FETCH! & flung a ball at him.

Poor Jasper. He might as well be Bolt. Never seen a dog move that fast.

In the time it took for me to write that blurb, the children went on to argue over a sticker, a water bottle, and who can say "egging" the loudest. (Egging???)

Now J is chasing his brother screaming "you're a pumpkin pie! I'm going to eat you"
M: Don't eat meeeeee!!!! Mommmmyyyyy!!!!!!!

brb

Me to M (big bro) Do you want me to make him stop? DO YOU? Or are you having fun? DECIDE RIGHT NOW.

M: I'm having fun.

Me to J: Get em.

:-)

Gog help me. J took a 3 hr nap, and awoke at 5p.

Here we go again.....

J: I want a trombone. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. A trombone. I love trombones!


a few moments of silence and then....................


J: I want to play Mr. Potato Head instead.


(Quiet. Mommy's thinking. Tonight, I'm thinking about the benefits of Baily's on ice and parenting...)

Mommy.......

J to his brother, while riding scooters in circles around the house:

YOU'RE NOT HAVING FUN!

MOMMY! HE'S NOT HAVING FUN!

HAVE FUN WITH ME!

NO, NOT IN THE RUG! THE TRICYCLE!

MOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! MAKE MICHAEL HAVE FUN!

oh. my. God.!

and now......

J: Mommy, Jasper said he needs to poop on the rug. I think you should put him outside......mommy. mommy.mommy? (yes?) I think I'm tired. I think I need to lay down RIGHT THERE points to couch where brother just sat down (no)........
mommy....mommy...mooommmyyyyyyy...... (what.) what's my name?

It just goes on and on like this for hours, folks.
ps - Jasper is the dog. He was sleeping when J made his declaration.

and then, there's the other child.

M: Mommy. He's not leaving me alone. Mommy, I think he needs to go to his room. Where are you going? (to Joshua)

Mommy, is he going to his room? Is he staying in his room? What is he going to do in his room?

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J returned. M ran upstairs upon his arrival to the lvg room

J: Mommy, can you throw those pens away? but they're still not working. The Grateful has it's lights. and yeah, yeah..Mommy? is this Eva's back? Mommy? Buz and Woody are not working.

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Good grief!

potato head - part deux

4am: J: mooooooommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......where's my potato head?

Whatever you say, J.

Real "conversations" with J, as they happen - now. (riveting stuff)

3p
J: I want a glass of cup with a...Mommy this is too cold...and that's my potato head...can I have a glass of cup .......Mommy, I want to make bubble drink...Mommy, I want to make bubble white drink.

Me: Whatever you say, J.

3:06p
J: I want a buckle so I can jump and go boom and...Mommy, I want to fly

3:07p
J: (BURP) Mommy! What was that? Did I do something (hysterical laughter)

3:08p
J: Mommy, I want a Mr. and Mrs. Potato head. Mommy, Ants bother...Ants Bother... Mommy, am I Ian? Oh, that will be a party....

can't make this shtuff up, folks.

Mr Potato Head

I hate him. I understand hate is strong word to use, especially when expressing one's emotion towards this seemingly innocent toy, but, I do. HATE him. In fact, I'm not crazy about the Mrs. either.

So help me, God. Really. For if I hear one more little person with the ability to shatter glass scream "THAT'S MY POTATO HEAD" I very well may lose my mind. Again.

Quiet. Mommy's Thinking.....

today I'm thinking about a life without potato heads.