I took Bay to the indoor play place the other day in order to have her work off some extra energy. She had a blast, but it got me thinking about the etiquette of such places.
For example, tons of the parents (including yours truly) followed their spawn around the place, making sure they didn't kill either themselves or some other random child. However, there were quite a few parents either hanging out around the perimeter of the play area or in the little "cafe" area outside the play place. Were their kids older? With other adults? Did they not care? Enquiring minds want to know!
Also, what's the proper way to handle an older child who is obviously being a douche to a younger child? (Or more importantly, what's the proper way to handle an older child being a douche to
Bay?)
Bay was spinning this...thing around. It looked like a toilet paper roll full of sparkly tic-tacs and she was trying to see how fast she could get it going and then stop it in its tracks. Big fun for a 2 year old, you know? So, this little girl who was maybe 6 or 7 crawls through the play tree to where Bay was, and stuck her grimy, little hand out and stopped the rolling thing in its tracks and wouldn't let Bay continue to play with it. I held off saying or doing anything for a minute, because I thought, "Really, this older kid is going to fuck with my toddler? Surely not!" After Bay started to freak, I realized that the brat was going to fuck with her. So I glared at the kid and said, "Come on Bay, let's go play somewhere else...where the kids are nice." The girl got the hint, removed her hand, and avoided us the rest of the time we were there. I was so ready for the girl's mom to come and try and go mama-bear on me, but I was ready.
Dress code. Is there one? I was wearing comfy jeans, fun socks, and a hoody and I was MASSIVELY underdressed. Along those lines...some women should.not. wear skinny jeans. Just because you can doesn't mean you should. Just sayin'.
Maybe it's just me, but if I was a parent hanging out in the cafe outside the play place and saw a wee one wandering sans parent, I'd...I don't know, notify someone. Better yet, if I opened the door out of the play place, I'd make damn sure it was closed behind me so a wee one couldn't get out. I think I closed the door about eleventy times after some idiot parent walked out to check their stocks or get a latte and didn't shut the door behind them. Also, I had a frelling heart attack when I lost Bay for a minute...she wandered out of the play area looking for her juice box. Now, the door knob to get out is on the outside of the door, so I know she didn't open it herself which means someone left the door open. Idiots.
So, anyone want to fill me in on proper play place behavior?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Creating a New Tradition
Christmases in my family, especially since having kids, resemble scenes from Caligula...or at least what I assume scenes from that movie to be--since I've never seen it, but heard enough about it and I have an active enough imagination to get a pretty clear picture of what those scenes were about. (And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about...it's Caligula for crying out loud!)
Anyway, our holiday was a veritable orgy of food, drink, presents, kids yelling and running around, us driving all over town (usually speeding because we were late) and just the feeling of STRESS. With me having a blended family (so there's Boo's dad and his family that we had to work with), my brother being married with kids, Babe being close to his family (so Christmas is a "big deal") me being close to my family (again, "big deal" holiday) it was just in.sane. and Babe and I spent most of the time running around like chickens with our heads cut off and it was frelling miserable.
Then, this year happened. My sister and sister-in-law are both nurses...working Christmas Eve-Day and Christmas Eve-Night, respectively. SIL and my mom got the idea to get together and celebrate on the 23rd, or Christmas Eve-Eve...sheer brillance! We still overindulged on wine, food, presents, and general family-style mayhem but then, Babe and I got to come home, put the kids to bed and just...chill.
No frantic wrapping of presents, no last minute trips to the store, no waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to open presents and then rush over the my in-laws so they can spend time with Boo before he goes to dad's...glorious I tell you.
The best part, and what I think is the BEST present I could have gotten is the chance to have some time with my family. A time to start creating some traditions of our own...so far, on the agenda, we have: making Amanda Rocks for Santa, writing him a letter, pulling all the blankets off the beds and piling them in the living room to watch movies, popping popcorn and then reading "T'was the Night Before Christmas". Oh, our Christmas Eve dinner? Cheesesteaks from Yo Philly! I can't wait...
Merry Christmas everyone!
Anyway, our holiday was a veritable orgy of food, drink, presents, kids yelling and running around, us driving all over town (usually speeding because we were late) and just the feeling of STRESS. With me having a blended family (so there's Boo's dad and his family that we had to work with), my brother being married with kids, Babe being close to his family (so Christmas is a "big deal") me being close to my family (again, "big deal" holiday) it was just in.sane. and Babe and I spent most of the time running around like chickens with our heads cut off and it was frelling miserable.
Then, this year happened. My sister and sister-in-law are both nurses...working Christmas Eve-Day and Christmas Eve-Night, respectively. SIL and my mom got the idea to get together and celebrate on the 23rd, or Christmas Eve-Eve...sheer brillance! We still overindulged on wine, food, presents, and general family-style mayhem but then, Babe and I got to come home, put the kids to bed and just...chill.
No frantic wrapping of presents, no last minute trips to the store, no waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to open presents and then rush over the my in-laws so they can spend time with Boo before he goes to dad's...glorious I tell you.
The best part, and what I think is the BEST present I could have gotten is the chance to have some time with my family. A time to start creating some traditions of our own...so far, on the agenda, we have: making Amanda Rocks for Santa, writing him a letter, pulling all the blankets off the beds and piling them in the living room to watch movies, popping popcorn and then reading "T'was the Night Before Christmas". Oh, our Christmas Eve dinner? Cheesesteaks from Yo Philly! I can't wait...
Merry Christmas everyone!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
10 Things: My Kids Randomly Do
It's the weekend! Time for another list...
1. Run around naked--both of them. Bay has taken to saying, "No aipa (diaper.) Me nakey!!"
2. Wake up at the weirdest times. Last Sunday, around 3:30, Babe got up to pee and all of a sudden, I had a kid in my face. It was Boo. He wanted to sleep with us, but there's not enough room (and he kicks), so I got him out on the couch. He's been doing this a couple times a week for the past couple months--waking up between 2 and 3, coming upstairs, snuggling, then sleeping on the couch. Doesn't bother me (except for the waking ME up at 2) but it's strange.
3. Eat ketchup. They'll have some with their chicken nuggets or fish sticks (but not with fries) and then ask for more. <---That is fine, but then they'll just eat the extra ketchup with their spoon, or in Bay's case, her fingers.
4. Go commando. Boo hardly ever wears underwear, even with jeans, which I think sounds as comfy as sand in your crack, but whatever.
5. Sing things to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". This morning, it was "Poopie, poopie, poopie poo..." Bay started it.
6. Obsessively feed Pya treats. They love it. Boo will make Pya shake or sit down, while Bay sets it on the floor by Pya's paws.
7. Head butt. I blame Babe. He and Boo made a "man handshake" that involves the following: a high five, knuckles (blow it up) and a head butt. Now Bay walks around saying "Ead butt!"
8. Dance. I'm assuming they get it from me--Mama LOVES to shake her ass. (Babe, however, does not. But Boo's dad is a dancer, so Boo gets a double dose of the dancing gene.) Every time there's music there's little booties shaking. So.frelling.cute.
9. Take baths. Bay will just start taking off her clothes yelling, "Baf! Baf!" Boo does the same thing, but not as often and if he's taking one, chances are, she's not too far behind.
10. Get the mail. I don't know if it's because they get to cross the street, or sometimes they get mail or they get to see the mini "Noah's Ark" we screwed into the fence by the mailbox (long story--for a different post) but they LOVE to get the mail. I haven't been able to get the mail by myself in years, which is fine, because Boo is almost to the age where he can get it himself and I hate getting the mail. (I don't know why...don't ask.)
My awesome and strange weethens!
1. Run around naked--both of them. Bay has taken to saying, "No aipa (diaper.) Me nakey!!"
2. Wake up at the weirdest times. Last Sunday, around 3:30, Babe got up to pee and all of a sudden, I had a kid in my face. It was Boo. He wanted to sleep with us, but there's not enough room (and he kicks), so I got him out on the couch. He's been doing this a couple times a week for the past couple months--waking up between 2 and 3, coming upstairs, snuggling, then sleeping on the couch. Doesn't bother me (except for the waking ME up at 2) but it's strange.
3. Eat ketchup. They'll have some with their chicken nuggets or fish sticks (but not with fries) and then ask for more. <---That is fine, but then they'll just eat the extra ketchup with their spoon, or in Bay's case, her fingers.
4. Go commando. Boo hardly ever wears underwear, even with jeans, which I think sounds as comfy as sand in your crack, but whatever.
5. Sing things to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". This morning, it was "Poopie, poopie, poopie poo..." Bay started it.
6. Obsessively feed Pya treats. They love it. Boo will make Pya shake or sit down, while Bay sets it on the floor by Pya's paws.
7. Head butt. I blame Babe. He and Boo made a "man handshake" that involves the following: a high five, knuckles (blow it up) and a head butt. Now Bay walks around saying "Ead butt!"
8. Dance. I'm assuming they get it from me--Mama LOVES to shake her ass. (Babe, however, does not. But Boo's dad is a dancer, so Boo gets a double dose of the dancing gene.) Every time there's music there's little booties shaking. So.frelling.cute.
9. Take baths. Bay will just start taking off her clothes yelling, "Baf! Baf!" Boo does the same thing, but not as often and if he's taking one, chances are, she's not too far behind.
10. Get the mail. I don't know if it's because they get to cross the street, or sometimes they get mail or they get to see the mini "Noah's Ark" we screwed into the fence by the mailbox (long story--for a different post) but they LOVE to get the mail. I haven't been able to get the mail by myself in years, which is fine, because Boo is almost to the age where he can get it himself and I hate getting the mail. (I don't know why...don't ask.)
My awesome and strange weethens!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
10 Things: That Bug the Crap Out of Me
Ah, the ubiquitous "Top Ten List'...These are in no particular order. Yes, I'm crabby.
1. Stopping at McDonald's *just* for a fountain Diet Coke, driving away, and finding that they forgot the straw. (I now hoard straws in my glove box, just for that occasion. Thanks to Sarah Z. for the suggestion!)
2. People that give me the stink-eye when one of my kids is being a douche in a public place. Chances are, if I'm ignoring it, it's because I've tried everything else--other than beating the child. I'm going to let it go, so should you.
3. Parents of students that always think the teachers/administrators/school system is "out to get" their kid and question everything. Dear Parents, sometimes, you have a jackass of a kid. That's not to say that there are teachers that suck, because there are, but most of the time, the student is being a turd, and the teachers are doing what they need to do to ensure that the rest of the students (you know, the ones *not* being a dumbass) are receiving an education.
4. Migraines.
5. Holiday (or really, and kind of) shopping. I agonize over what to get the people that I care about and it stresses me out. Add that to the eleventy-bajillion, stressed out people, lack of parking, and spending money, it's a frelling nightmare.
6. Wind. I mean, what the hell is it good for? Oh, I know, there's all sorts of sciency reasons we need wind, but really, all it does is mess up my hair, make the temperature colder, and blows shit into my yard.
7. Speaking of shit...People who let their dog shit in my yard and then leave it. If *you* don't want to pick it up, what makes you think *I* do?
8. "Reality" TV, or really, the idiots that get paid a ton of money because they're "reality" stars. (Jersey Shore cast, I'm looking at you!) Did you know that Snooki gets something like $200,000 to just SHOW UP at a red carpet event. Um, it would take me 4 years to make that much money. The Situation is supposed to earn 5 million bucks this year...for what? Showing off his abs? Ugh. Of course, I watch the damn show...
9. Drivers who don't follow the "this line, that line" rule. As if cutting me off and not letting me go in front of you will get you to your destination *that* much faster. Um, did you happen to see the 500 cars in front of you? Didn't think so.
10. Cats. Really, it's not their fault, I'm just deathly allergic and can't be in a house with one for more than an hour or two before my respiratory system is compromised.
So, there you have it. Things that bother me, today, at least.
1. Stopping at McDonald's *just* for a fountain Diet Coke, driving away, and finding that they forgot the straw. (I now hoard straws in my glove box, just for that occasion. Thanks to Sarah Z. for the suggestion!)
2. People that give me the stink-eye when one of my kids is being a douche in a public place. Chances are, if I'm ignoring it, it's because I've tried everything else--other than beating the child. I'm going to let it go, so should you.
3. Parents of students that always think the teachers/administrators/school system is "out to get" their kid and question everything. Dear Parents, sometimes, you have a jackass of a kid. That's not to say that there are teachers that suck, because there are, but most of the time, the student is being a turd, and the teachers are doing what they need to do to ensure that the rest of the students (you know, the ones *not* being a dumbass) are receiving an education.
4. Migraines.
5. Holiday (or really, and kind of) shopping. I agonize over what to get the people that I care about and it stresses me out. Add that to the eleventy-bajillion, stressed out people, lack of parking, and spending money, it's a frelling nightmare.
6. Wind. I mean, what the hell is it good for? Oh, I know, there's all sorts of sciency reasons we need wind, but really, all it does is mess up my hair, make the temperature colder, and blows shit into my yard.
7. Speaking of shit...People who let their dog shit in my yard and then leave it. If *you* don't want to pick it up, what makes you think *I* do?
8. "Reality" TV, or really, the idiots that get paid a ton of money because they're "reality" stars. (Jersey Shore cast, I'm looking at you!) Did you know that Snooki gets something like $200,000 to just SHOW UP at a red carpet event. Um, it would take me 4 years to make that much money. The Situation is supposed to earn 5 million bucks this year...for what? Showing off his abs? Ugh. Of course, I watch the damn show...
9. Drivers who don't follow the "this line, that line" rule. As if cutting me off and not letting me go in front of you will get you to your destination *that* much faster. Um, did you happen to see the 500 cars in front of you? Didn't think so.
10. Cats. Really, it's not their fault, I'm just deathly allergic and can't be in a house with one for more than an hour or two before my respiratory system is compromised.
So, there you have it. Things that bother me, today, at least.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Hating on a Supermodel
Gisele Bundchen (no, I'm not going to look up the code to type the damn umlaut) bugs me.
It's not that she's a supermodel. It's not that she's married to (gag) Tom Brady. It's not that she travels around the world and makes more money for walking around in her underwear for a few minutes, than I'll ever see in my lifetime.
It's the way that she is always going onandonandonandon in the media about her two sons, while Bridget Moynahan, the mother of Gisele's step-son keeps her private life quiet.
I get that Gisele loves the step-son as if he were her own, I've been there. I've been a step-mom to two (whom I adore!) and Babe is Boo's step-dad...and he calls Boo "his" son. So, I understand taking a child, not of your loins, into your family and heart and loving them as if they were your bio-kid.
But for some reason, her going onandonandonandon about how great step-son is with bio-son, and how close they are just...gets me. I guess I see it from Bridget's point of view. I mean, while Boo doesn't have a "step-mom" he's very close to his dad *and* dad's girlfriend. While I know that Boo is so lucky to have sooooooo many people in his life, it hurts just a squick to know that there's another woman out there that he adores--and he should. She's wonderful with him, and I know, from experience, that it takes a special person to love another's child like your own. I just wonder if it's gut-wrenching for Bridget when Gisele gushes about her "two amazing boys" knowing that one of those boys is hers too.
/my attempt at being philosophical
It's not that she's a supermodel. It's not that she's married to (gag) Tom Brady. It's not that she travels around the world and makes more money for walking around in her underwear for a few minutes, than I'll ever see in my lifetime.
It's the way that she is always going onandonandonandon in the media about her two sons, while Bridget Moynahan, the mother of Gisele's step-son keeps her private life quiet.
I get that Gisele loves the step-son as if he were her own, I've been there. I've been a step-mom to two (whom I adore!) and Babe is Boo's step-dad...and he calls Boo "his" son. So, I understand taking a child, not of your loins, into your family and heart and loving them as if they were your bio-kid.
But for some reason, her going onandonandonandon about how great step-son is with bio-son, and how close they are just...gets me. I guess I see it from Bridget's point of view. I mean, while Boo doesn't have a "step-mom" he's very close to his dad *and* dad's girlfriend. While I know that Boo is so lucky to have sooooooo many people in his life, it hurts just a squick to know that there's another woman out there that he adores--and he should. She's wonderful with him, and I know, from experience, that it takes a special person to love another's child like your own. I just wonder if it's gut-wrenching for Bridget when Gisele gushes about her "two amazing boys" knowing that one of those boys is hers too.
/my attempt at being philosophical
Monday, December 6, 2010
A Little Bit o' This, A Little Bit o' That
It's been a while...
Since my last post:
*Bay turned 2
*I drove from Broomfield, Colorado to Omaha, Nebraska with my mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law, 2 nieces, sister, her dog, Babe, Boo, and Bay. Other than Bay puking all over me right before we got to my aunt's house and the HORRIBLE wind, the trip out and back was pretty uneventful. I got to see my cousin, whom I haven't seen in years, my aunt, my uncle, as well as my grandmother (who doesn't remember who the heck I am, but is a hoot to listen to--she told all of us to "go to Hell" at Thanksgiving dinner.)
*In the same trip, visited my grandparents' house, went to see University of Nebraska kick the snot out of CU, and hung out with my siblings. I, unfortunately, didn't get to see my old drinking buddy, Jody, but, hey, tickets there are CHEAP!
*Played a soccer game...in goal...those of you that know me understand how hil-frelling-larious this is. Needless to say, we got our asses handed to us.
*Babe's 8th grade boys basketball team won their championship game. Go them!
*Babe and I both managed to get sick at the same time. Sore throat, hacking cough...fun times at our house sure to be on their way.
Meh. That's all I got.
Since my last post:
*Bay turned 2
*I drove from Broomfield, Colorado to Omaha, Nebraska with my mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law, 2 nieces, sister, her dog, Babe, Boo, and Bay. Other than Bay puking all over me right before we got to my aunt's house and the HORRIBLE wind, the trip out and back was pretty uneventful. I got to see my cousin, whom I haven't seen in years, my aunt, my uncle, as well as my grandmother (who doesn't remember who the heck I am, but is a hoot to listen to--she told all of us to "go to Hell" at Thanksgiving dinner.)
*In the same trip, visited my grandparents' house, went to see University of Nebraska kick the snot out of CU, and hung out with my siblings. I, unfortunately, didn't get to see my old drinking buddy, Jody, but, hey, tickets there are CHEAP!
*Played a soccer game...in goal...those of you that know me understand how hil-frelling-larious this is. Needless to say, we got our asses handed to us.
*Babe's 8th grade boys basketball team won their championship game. Go them!
*Babe and I both managed to get sick at the same time. Sore throat, hacking cough...fun times at our house sure to be on their way.
Meh. That's all I got.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Conversations I Wish I Could Have
"Hey, guy that's smoking in front of the public library right when storytime is letting out...you're a dumb ass."
"I know that you come to Costco for the free lunch, but it berating the sample giver-outer that the sample sizes are "too small" is not only greedy, but stupid. Shut. Up."
"My darling Boo, I love you with all my heart and soul, but if you don't stop whining every time you open your mouth, I *will* sell you on the black market. Any idea how much I can get for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed kid?"
"Douche-bag that lives 4 houses down...yes, I know you have Harleys. Yes, I know you are a cop. That still won't stop me from calling the cops on your ass if you continue to blaze up and down as fast as you can. Won't you feel crappy if you hit one of my kids?"
"Oh, hai, people on teh interwebz. Learn how 2 spell. Kthxbai."
"Oh my fucking god...quit driving 10 miles per hour below the speed limit in the FAST LANE! Oh, and don't give me a dirty look when I pass you on the right either. If you would abide by the speed limit and the rules of the road, I wouldn't of had to."
"I know that you come to Costco for the free lunch, but it berating the sample giver-outer that the sample sizes are "too small" is not only greedy, but stupid. Shut. Up."
"My darling Boo, I love you with all my heart and soul, but if you don't stop whining every time you open your mouth, I *will* sell you on the black market. Any idea how much I can get for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed kid?"
"Douche-bag that lives 4 houses down...yes, I know you have Harleys. Yes, I know you are a cop. That still won't stop me from calling the cops on your ass if you continue to blaze up and down as fast as you can. Won't you feel crappy if you hit one of my kids?"
"Oh, hai, people on teh interwebz. Learn how 2 spell. Kthxbai."
"Oh my fucking god...quit driving 10 miles per hour below the speed limit in the FAST LANE! Oh, and don't give me a dirty look when I pass you on the right either. If you would abide by the speed limit and the rules of the road, I wouldn't of had to."
Shopping Hell
People that know me know that I'm not the best shopper in the world. In fact, I shop like a man. I like to get in, get out, and get it done. <insert dirty joke here>
That being said, I really enjoy grocery shopping--I know where everything is, so it's easy for me to grab what I need with little disruption or stress...unless the grocery shopping involves a trip to Costco.
I made what I hope was to be a "quick trip" but seeing how it was the Saturday before Thanksgiving, I clearly was delusional. Parking lot? Packed. Carts? None to be found (good thing I grabbed one from the parking lot...mama didn't raise no dummy!) Inside? Shopping anarchy--people hovering like vultures around the sample stations; shoppers just STOPPING in the middle of the aisles to sit and chat with their neighbors; people going up the down side...AWFUL.
I tried to follow the accepted rules for shopping...I moved my cart out of the way when I needed to stop and look for something; I paid attention to my surroundings so if I DID need to move my cart, I could with a quickness; I attempted to stay to the right side of each aisle...but due to the sheer and utter chaos that was Costco, my attempts were an exercise in futility.
Fortunately, I won't need to return to Costco until well after Thanksgiving. Did I mention that Costco is across the street from the mall? And it's almost Christmas? Oy.
That being said, I really enjoy grocery shopping--I know where everything is, so it's easy for me to grab what I need with little disruption or stress...unless the grocery shopping involves a trip to Costco.
I made what I hope was to be a "quick trip" but seeing how it was the Saturday before Thanksgiving, I clearly was delusional. Parking lot? Packed. Carts? None to be found (good thing I grabbed one from the parking lot...mama didn't raise no dummy!) Inside? Shopping anarchy--people hovering like vultures around the sample stations; shoppers just STOPPING in the middle of the aisles to sit and chat with their neighbors; people going up the down side...AWFUL.
I tried to follow the accepted rules for shopping...I moved my cart out of the way when I needed to stop and look for something; I paid attention to my surroundings so if I DID need to move my cart, I could with a quickness; I attempted to stay to the right side of each aisle...but due to the sheer and utter chaos that was Costco, my attempts were an exercise in futility.
Fortunately, I won't need to return to Costco until well after Thanksgiving. Did I mention that Costco is across the street from the mall? And it's almost Christmas? Oy.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Ouch.
Had a soccer game tonight, so I thought I'd do about 30 minutes of yoga today to loosen up and recharge after today. At the very end, I'm doing "happy baby" (no, I'm not describing it...JFGI) I feel a slight twinge in my left groin.
Nothing major--until I hit the field tonight. OMFSM, I made one run and thought, "Hmm, I must have tweaked it a bit more than I thought!" But, I played, we won (no thanks to me) and I hobbled to my car and drove home.
Now, that I've been sitting for a couple hours, I can barely stand up.
Getting old suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks.
Nothing major--until I hit the field tonight. OMFSM, I made one run and thought, "Hmm, I must have tweaked it a bit more than I thought!" But, I played, we won (no thanks to me) and I hobbled to my car and drove home.
Now, that I've been sitting for a couple hours, I can barely stand up.
Getting old suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sober November...EPIC FAIL!
Oy. So, the Babe and I, along with Miss Val (one of our fabulous neighbors) decided to have a cheat day yesterday. Uncle Ryan (Miss Val's brother) didn't want to play, the party pooper, so whatevs.
We started the morning with a mimosa. It was orangey, icy, bubbly deliciousness. We stopped at one. Babe had a few beers throughout the day, and I took one shot of Tuaca to commemorate the occasion. Then, Miss Val, Bubba (Miss V's kiddo) came over for pizza and the kids started to play. Scott and his kids stopped by and we invited them in to play. Babe and Scott were watching sports, drinking some keg-fresh Coors Light. Miss V and I were drinking Ginger Skyy and Diet Ginger Ale.
Then, we started on shots.
Miss Sherrie got home from work around 8:15 and she joined in.
We drank more shots.
The night gets a bit fuzzy after that. Boo ended up sleeping with me--he woke me up at 4:30 when he peed--and Babe ended up on the love seat.
All I have to say is, we killed the big-ass bottle of Tuaca...and I don't think I need any more cheat days.
Hell, I'm never drinking again. :D
We started the morning with a mimosa. It was orangey, icy, bubbly deliciousness. We stopped at one. Babe had a few beers throughout the day, and I took one shot of Tuaca to commemorate the occasion. Then, Miss Val, Bubba (Miss V's kiddo) came over for pizza and the kids started to play. Scott and his kids stopped by and we invited them in to play. Babe and Scott were watching sports, drinking some keg-fresh Coors Light. Miss V and I were drinking Ginger Skyy and Diet Ginger Ale.
Then, we started on shots.
Miss Sherrie got home from work around 8:15 and she joined in.
We drank more shots.
The night gets a bit fuzzy after that. Boo ended up sleeping with me--he woke me up at 4:30 when he peed--and Babe ended up on the love seat.
All I have to say is, we killed the big-ass bottle of Tuaca...and I don't think I need any more cheat days.
Hell, I'm never drinking again. :D
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bay Brag
I've talked about Boo a time or two, but not much about Bay, so here's an entire post dedicated to her...
1. She's talking in sentences! My mom was watching her yesterday and Bay was sleeping when my mom left. 15 minutes after she woke up from her nap, she looked around and did the "huh?" shoulder shrug and asked, "Where Baba go?" Other favorites are, "I lal oo Mama!" ("I love you Mama!" Or Dada or Dacky--which is what she calls Boo) "Me eat peese!" and "Um here, Mama! Now!" Um, I said she was talking I didn't say she was tactful about it.
2. She's polite! Her recent addition is, "You melcome," after saying thank you. Last night, before bed, she took her ketchup-encrusted Elmo plate (gotta have ketchup with chicken nuggets, yo!) and tossed it in the sink. Awwwww. Maybe I can train her to unload the dishwasher and pair socks too.
3. She's empathetic! She gives kisses if you're hurt. You're usually hurt because she is also biting, but still... I *did* stub my little toe on the corner of the wall in the kitchen and she asked me, "You otay Mama?" and came over and rubbed my back. This was, of course, after I freaked her out by yelling, "MOTHER FUCKER!" at the top of my lungs. You know, I really should start watching my language around her. (See item number 1.)
4. She's tall! She's pushing the envelope on her 24-month and 2T clothes, especially in the arm length, but all the 3T stuff is sooooo big on her. She's going to be tall and skinny like Babe, that's for sure. She's comes to Boo's shoulder now, and they're a little over 2 years apart.
Now, I present...the Bay!
1. She's talking in sentences! My mom was watching her yesterday and Bay was sleeping when my mom left. 15 minutes after she woke up from her nap, she looked around and did the "huh?" shoulder shrug and asked, "Where Baba go?" Other favorites are, "I lal oo Mama!" ("I love you Mama!" Or Dada or Dacky--which is what she calls Boo) "Me eat peese!" and "Um here, Mama! Now!" Um, I said she was talking I didn't say she was tactful about it.
2. She's polite! Her recent addition is, "You melcome," after saying thank you. Last night, before bed, she took her ketchup-encrusted Elmo plate (gotta have ketchup with chicken nuggets, yo!) and tossed it in the sink. Awwwww. Maybe I can train her to unload the dishwasher and pair socks too.
3. She's empathetic! She gives kisses if you're hurt. You're usually hurt because she is also biting, but still... I *did* stub my little toe on the corner of the wall in the kitchen and she asked me, "You otay Mama?" and came over and rubbed my back. This was, of course, after I freaked her out by yelling, "MOTHER FUCKER!" at the top of my lungs. You know, I really should start watching my language around her. (See item number 1.)
4. She's tall! She's pushing the envelope on her 24-month and 2T clothes, especially in the arm length, but all the 3T stuff is sooooo big on her. She's going to be tall and skinny like Babe, that's for sure. She's comes to Boo's shoulder now, and they're a little over 2 years apart.
Now, I present...the Bay!
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Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday Night Dance Party
Babe is coaching boys basketball right now, so the kids and I are solo until 5 or 5:30 on practice nights. Lately, I've been getting Bay from the sitter and then we run to Boo's school to grab him and then we rock out to the Lady Gaga station on Pandora radio. (Yes, Boo lurves Lady Gaga, Shakira, Madonna, Rihanna...anything you can shake your ass too.)
Upon getting home, we continue to rock out and I look over and Boo is busting out the Robot! Yes, the mother-effing ROBOT, people!! So, I taught him to do: Stir the Pot, Shopping Cart, and Lawnmover.
Later that evening, in the tub, we had a recreation of the Maniac scene from "Flashdance" with two nekkid booties.
I think next week, we'll break down The Sprinkler.
Upon getting home, we continue to rock out and I look over and Boo is busting out the Robot! Yes, the mother-effing ROBOT, people!! So, I taught him to do: Stir the Pot, Shopping Cart, and Lawnmover.
Later that evening, in the tub, we had a recreation of the Maniac scene from "Flashdance" with two nekkid booties.
I think next week, we'll break down The Sprinkler.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Diet, Schmiet...
So...as I mentioned in my last post, I've put on some weight. Nothing major, but I'm about 10 pounds heavier than I'd like to be. I know that some of this is weight from muscle--I went from pretty much being a slug to playing soccer, swimming, doing yoga, and trying the 100 push-ups challenge in one big swoop. Babe says my butt is firmer and I can see definition in my legs that disappeared after my ankle fuck-up, so I *guess* that's a good thing (no, I *get* that it's a good thing, I really, really do. I'm not going to be one of those women who constantly bemoan their bodies looking for affirmation, which isn't to say that I won't welcome a compliment now and again...but I digress.)
Part of my road to losing some of these poundage involves me watching what I'm eating. I found this site that's been helping me track my exercise and food. While I'm not really paying attention to my caloric intake, it's interesting to see just how many calories I consume without thinking about it.
I've also realized something about myself: the more I tried to limit what I was eating, the more I thought about food. I don't know how people on actual diet programs do it. I'd eat something and then log it, then I'd freak out about how many calories I'd consumed and then I'd worry about how many calories my next meal was going to be, and so on.
Am I going to keep up with the site? Sure, it's a great way to see what my eating patterns are but am I going to freak out if I exceed the calories "they" think I should have? Nope.
On a somewhat unrelated note, a couple Saturdays ago, Boo got a hold of the remote and changed it to a Zumba infomerical. I come upstairs from doing laundry and he tells me, with the most serious look on his face, "Mom. You need to get Zumba if you need to lose some pounds."
I about died laughing.
Then I asked him if he thought I was fat.
I guess I need some affirmation after all. :o)
Part of my road to losing some of these poundage involves me watching what I'm eating. I found this site that's been helping me track my exercise and food. While I'm not really paying attention to my caloric intake, it's interesting to see just how many calories I consume without thinking about it.
I've also realized something about myself: the more I tried to limit what I was eating, the more I thought about food. I don't know how people on actual diet programs do it. I'd eat something and then log it, then I'd freak out about how many calories I'd consumed and then I'd worry about how many calories my next meal was going to be, and so on.
Am I going to keep up with the site? Sure, it's a great way to see what my eating patterns are but am I going to freak out if I exceed the calories "they" think I should have? Nope.
On a somewhat unrelated note, a couple Saturdays ago, Boo got a hold of the remote and changed it to a Zumba infomerical. I come upstairs from doing laundry and he tells me, with the most serious look on his face, "Mom. You need to get Zumba if you need to lose some pounds."
I about died laughing.
Then I asked him if he thought I was fat.
I guess I need some affirmation after all. :o)
Monday, November 1, 2010
My Drinking Has a Neighborhood Problem
Thus begins "Sober November"... (or "No Drink November" or even "No Booze November" whatever, it's all the same.)
Apparently, Babe (the husband) used to do this every year, taking a month to clean the body out and to prove to himself that he could take a month without drinking. We haven't done this the last two years because two years ago, he was taking care of Boo (the Boy) while I was on bed rest and then last year, we were freaking out because he started grad school and we were still adjusting to life with two kids. We NEEDED a glass of wine every once in a while.
So, here we are, we've got the "parent of two" thing down pat, Babe has his grad school, teaching, and coaching responsibilities under control, and I'm trying to lose some pounds. Good time to take a month off, right?
We do have one exception to the rule, however, and that would be Thanksgiving. We're traveling to Nebraska with my brother's family, my parents, and my little sister, and I think 10 hours in an RV will warrant some lubrication. :p
Our neighbors, part of our posse, are joining us for the festivities...or lack thereof. It will be interesting to see who, if anyone, cracks first. Perhaps a bet a la "Master of My Domain" might be order.
Apparently, Babe (the husband) used to do this every year, taking a month to clean the body out and to prove to himself that he could take a month without drinking. We haven't done this the last two years because two years ago, he was taking care of Boo (the Boy) while I was on bed rest and then last year, we were freaking out because he started grad school and we were still adjusting to life with two kids. We NEEDED a glass of wine every once in a while.
So, here we are, we've got the "parent of two" thing down pat, Babe has his grad school, teaching, and coaching responsibilities under control, and I'm trying to lose some pounds. Good time to take a month off, right?
We do have one exception to the rule, however, and that would be Thanksgiving. We're traveling to Nebraska with my brother's family, my parents, and my little sister, and I think 10 hours in an RV will warrant some lubrication. :p
Our neighbors, part of our posse, are joining us for the festivities...or lack thereof. It will be interesting to see who, if anyone, cracks first. Perhaps a bet a la "Master of My Domain" might be order.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Philosophical Phriday
I composed most of this while walking on the track around my school, so I apologize if it's a bit scattered. (And apologizes to Prince, as well, since I pretty much lifted ^that^ line from "1999".) I got a good walk in today, a little over a mile, it was sunny, I had a gorgeous view of the downtown Denver skyline from one side of the track and some...nature, I guess on the other side of the track. It was a nice reminder of why I love living here.
I was going to do today's post about a kid in my class that I call "Frodo". He's short, has curly hair, and the first time I met him, he said, "My name is X! I look like Frodo!"
So, I'm walking along, jamming to the VNV Nation station on Pandora Radio and thinking about what I wanted to say about Frodo. The whole point to my Frodo post was going to show my "positive side" because a friend of mine saw the 3 whole posts I'd done up until now and sent me a text, "Nice blog!! Bitter??" (BTW, thanks Octogon...)
As I'm thinking about what to say about Frodo, the title "I wish I had a million more..." pops into my head because that's a phrase that I say at conferences to let parents know that their kids are great, which got me thinking about all the times I bitch about my job or the kids or the district, or youknowwhatimean.
Frankly, I don't know if I can be sunshiny and sweetness, because I use all of that on my kids--the ones I carried for 9 months and the one that count on me to entertain and educate them for 9 months out of the year.
So, I might be bitter, but I'm still kinda cute.
I was going to do today's post about a kid in my class that I call "Frodo". He's short, has curly hair, and the first time I met him, he said, "My name is X! I look like Frodo!"
So, I'm walking along, jamming to the VNV Nation station on Pandora Radio and thinking about what I wanted to say about Frodo. The whole point to my Frodo post was going to show my "positive side" because a friend of mine saw the 3 whole posts I'd done up until now and sent me a text, "Nice blog!! Bitter??" (BTW, thanks Octogon...)
As I'm thinking about what to say about Frodo, the title "I wish I had a million more..." pops into my head because that's a phrase that I say at conferences to let parents know that their kids are great, which got me thinking about all the times I bitch about my job or the kids or the district, or youknowwhatimean.
Frankly, I don't know if I can be sunshiny and sweetness, because I use all of that on my kids--the ones I carried for 9 months and the one that count on me to entertain and educate them for 9 months out of the year.
So, I might be bitter, but I'm still kinda cute.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Dear Parents,
If your child is too sick to come in the morning, most likely, they are too sick to come in the afternoon. I'd like to keep my classroom semi-crud free this cold and flu season.
Kthxbai.
Me.
Kthxbai.
Me.
What's Your Sign?
Really, it should be "what's your sticker?" I'm sure you haven't missed all the stickers adorning everyone's cars and trucks. It's ridiculous, really. Okay, you drive a Chevy...you must like the Chevy. Do you really need a Chevy-emblem sticker on your car, not to mention the "Calvin pissing on a Ford logo" sticker to prove your point?
Speaking of the Calvin stickers...ugh. I love Calvin and Hobbes. My first tattoo? Calvin. I have several of the comic collections. I bet Bill Watterson's soul dies a little bit every time a bastardized version of his creation is shown praying in front of a cross or, as I mentioned before, pissing on something.
I just don't understand what people are trying to say with their stickers. Stick family? I get that. A flower? Um...you like to garden? You've been to Hawaii? I have no idea. Hand grenade made out of bones? Not so much. I'm sure there's some urban-hipster meaning behind the vague stickers, and I'm sure I fall into the "if you don't get it, you won't get it" camp, but frankly, I think it looks lame.
Maybe I just don't feel passionate enough to stick something on my car that will take a ton of time and Goo Gone to remove, or maybe I just like my car too much to mess it up with a sticker that may or may not be relevant in a week, month, or year.
Speaking of the Calvin stickers...ugh. I love Calvin and Hobbes. My first tattoo? Calvin. I have several of the comic collections. I bet Bill Watterson's soul dies a little bit every time a bastardized version of his creation is shown praying in front of a cross or, as I mentioned before, pissing on something.
I just don't understand what people are trying to say with their stickers. Stick family? I get that. A flower? Um...you like to garden? You've been to Hawaii? I have no idea. Hand grenade made out of bones? Not so much. I'm sure there's some urban-hipster meaning behind the vague stickers, and I'm sure I fall into the "if you don't get it, you won't get it" camp, but frankly, I think it looks lame.
Maybe I just don't feel passionate enough to stick something on my car that will take a ton of time and Goo Gone to remove, or maybe I just like my car too much to mess it up with a sticker that may or may not be relevant in a week, month, or year.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
And so it begins...
...again.
Long story short, I used to fancy myself a writer, so I've tried, in vain to try this "blogging" that all the kids are talking about these days. I also, however, lacked focus, time, or the ability to maintain anything longer than 2 minutes. (Okay, that sounded dirty...whatever.)
I've started a ranty, sarcasm-filled blog, I've started a "Project 365" blog. I've started a "hey, this is what my kids are doing" blog. None of them have managed to keep my attention for more than a couple of months.
I do find myself thinking, "Heh, that was funny/infuriating/sad/happy! I should write it down." But I never do...until now.
This blog will serve as the dumping ground for my brain...if there's not too much crap floating around in there, I might actually be able to sleep at night with the help of Xanax. Some days, it will be a recipe. Others, a cute pic of the kids. I'll vent about work, stupid people on the road, and in the world. This won't be completely anonymous, except for when I'm talking about my job. I don't need any crazy parents getting all sue-happy because I posted a story about their precious son jerking-off in math class. (Yes. This does happen.)
So, there you have it. My very-19th blog.
Long story short, I used to fancy myself a writer, so I've tried, in vain to try this "blogging" that all the kids are talking about these days. I also, however, lacked focus, time, or the ability to maintain anything longer than 2 minutes. (Okay, that sounded dirty...whatever.)
I've started a ranty, sarcasm-filled blog, I've started a "Project 365" blog. I've started a "hey, this is what my kids are doing" blog. None of them have managed to keep my attention for more than a couple of months.
I do find myself thinking, "Heh, that was funny/infuriating/sad/happy! I should write it down." But I never do...until now.
This blog will serve as the dumping ground for my brain...if there's not too much crap floating around in there, I might actually be able to sleep at night with the help of Xanax. Some days, it will be a recipe. Others, a cute pic of the kids. I'll vent about work, stupid people on the road, and in the world. This won't be completely anonymous, except for when I'm talking about my job. I don't need any crazy parents getting all sue-happy because I posted a story about their precious son jerking-off in math class. (Yes. This does happen.)
So, there you have it. My very-19th blog.
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