Monday, August 10, 2009
Not me! Monday
Ever feel guilty for the things you have done and know you shouldn't have, like feed your kids lunchables and put them in front of the tv so you can catch up on all of the blogs you follow, send them to bed without a bath because you just cannot handle them being up for one more minute, have dinner out just one more time this week because you are too tired/lazy to cook? Well don't, this blog carnival was created by MckMama as free therapy for those of us needing (or not needing) to let our hair down and come clean about all we have not done this week.
This last week, since Sour Apple was at camp, I did not find myself a bit happy when Tuesday came and went without a phone call from camp asking me to please come and get him because he was sick, since the last time he was there, that is indeed what happened. Nope, I would not be happy that my kid was feeling great and able to still particpate in camp activities.
We did not move our bedroom upstairs this week after many weeks of discussion, finally deciding that it would be easier if everyone was on the same floor. We are also not secretly hoping that it will help Boog finally transition back into his own room. Nope, we love the little monster and enjoy him hogging our bed snuggling up to us at night!
Since we moved our room upstairs, we did not make our old bedroom into a playroom for the little kids. We have not purchased shelving, cabinets and activity tables to make the room more enjoyable for everyone either. Nope, that would mean I am trying to organize and we can't have that! The kids have not absolutely loved having this room at the front of the house either!
I am not procrastinating plans for Tutti-Frutti's birthday party just because I am sad that it is quickly approaching. Nope, I am more mature and reasonable than that.
We have not (last minute) decided not to send Boog to pre-school this fall and homeschool him instead. Nope, we are not that organized or motivated. In making this decision, we have not also realized that it will free up more of our time to have field trips and outings for hands on learning.
We are not secretly happy that we have decided this, nope we were totally ready to let him spread his wings and fly off to pre-school.
It has not been so hot around here lately that we barely leave the house anymore. Nope, that would be boring and we are more exciting than that. Since we have not been spending more time at home, we have not been laying in bed in our new bedroom upstairs watching tv and movies as a family. Nope! That might be fun!
Since Friday, I have not been to 3 different Target stores and 2 of them were certianly not in the same day! Nope, that might make me look like an addict, and we know I do not have an addictive type of personality!
That's it for my week, remember we have not left the house! Now, hop on over to MckMama's and check out what everyone else has not been doing! Happy Not Me'ing!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
What was I thinking?!?
Yesterday morning I felt adventurous...
What was I thinking?
I just had the 2 little guys so I thought we would head over to Academy, I needed to pick up a few uniform shirts for Sour Apple, then we could go have lunch at Chick-Fil-A then run to Target for a few more storage/organizational supplies. I even told Boog I would let him take a toy (you know, buy one of course) if he was a good boy and would help me.
Academy went off pretty much without a hitch. Mostly...
Off to Chick-Fil-A. I tell Boog we are going to drive-thru and eat in the car before we go to Target. He says he really wants to eat inside because he has never been in there before. I say ok, sure why not, we were not really in a hurry.
What was I thinking?
Well, as if that were not enough, Target is in the same parking lot so I thought "Hey, why don't we just park over at Target or somewhere in the middle and just walk so I do not have to get the kids out and back in their seats just to cross the parking lot. You know...save yourself some trouble Mommy."
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
So...we park at Target, I put on my black ring sling, pop Tutti-Frutti in, grab the big diaper bag, grab Boog's hand and off we go across the parking lot at 100 degrees in the afternoon.
What was I thinking?
We get not even half way across the parking lot and the diaper bag starts to slip off of my shoulder, again and again and again. Did I mention that I also had my high chair/shopping cart cover? Boog proceeds to start saying he cannot walk anymore. The bag is now in the bend of the arm I am using to hold on to Boog. Tutti-Frutti is leaning forward to see Boog, we are dodging traffic from every direction. The parking lot is full, the drive-thru is full and it is also the most jacked up drive-thru in town.
What was I thinking?
Ok, we get inside, diaper bag still in the bend of my arm, Tutti-Frutti still leaning, Boog still whining. We are next, Thank God! The man takes our order and I begin to realize I am alone, 2 small children, huge diaper bag, high chair cover, 2 drinks, 2 meals, a tray...I know, I know...people do it all of the time. I do it all of the time...why was today so different? The man sees I am obviously alone and asks if I might need help getting to the table. Wheew. Help! Great. "Yes, thank you, that would be awesome and would you mind grabbing me a high chair while you are at it?"
What was I thinking?
We get to the table, get everyone loaded up in their seats and guess what? The order is wrong. Are you kidding me?
I ask the lady sitting across from me (she looked nice) if she would keep an eye on the kids while I just ran to the register, I could still see the table but it made me feel better anyway. I get to the register, tell them my order was wrong and ask if they would mind bringing it to my table when it was ready because I left my kids and needed to get back to them.
What was I thinking?
We sit for what must have been almost 10 minutes, no one has come with Boog's food, yes it was his they messed up, always is. I keep standing up looking to see if they are on the way. By this time, the nice lady had packed up and left. I see them looking at me, I see them pointing in my direction, I wait...nothing. I look again, now they are asking some guy in line if he will bring my stuff to me. Are you kidding me? He is looking like he is lost. I finally get up, angry at this point and go to the register and tell them, "Thank you very much for your help. I am here alone with 2 small children and a little help would have been nice." I know, not the nicest thing to say. Oh well...
What was I thinking?
We finally finish our food, Tutti-Frutti was having his way with everything on the table and it took a while to get out of there. Boog really wanted a brownie but there was just no way I could bear standing in line and most likely getting the wrong thing again. I make a deal with him that when we leave Target we will drive through and get one to take home. I am thinking a cheesecake would have been good too so it sounds like a deal to me. So we pack up, I put the sling back on (generally I love this particular sling, it is quick and he likes to ride on my hip so it works well for us, not today...not when I have to carry a diaper bag on my shoulder and keep up with Boog.) only this time, I put the diaper bag on my shoulder first, then the sling, that seems to work much better. Load Tutti-Frutti back up, grab the high chair cover, grab Boog and head out the door toward Target.
What was I thinking?
We are not out the door good and the whining kid is back. "I cannot walk any more, my feet hurt, it is hot." I am thinking at this point, "Just get in the car and go home. Call it even and run for your life." But noooo, I carried on.
What was I thinking?
We get to Target...finally. Boog has recently decided that he likes to ride in the cart that has the 2 seats attached to the cart. Feels like you are driving a semi. I get the kids loaded up and strapped in and off we go. First we go look at book shelves, humm, I find one I like AND it is on sale. Must be fate. I load it up and carry on. It must have weighed 100lbs! Next we head over to the kid's bedding section. I find an activity table that would work great in the new playroom (more on that to come) AND it was on sale. Fate again, clearly! Iby the skin of my teeth threw it up in the basket and continued my trek. Did I mention that it did not fit under the cart? It was hanging out a foot or so to the front and side, the book shelf was hanging out the top, I could barely see.
Now remember I had promised Boog he could take something but there was just no way I could drive the cart around Target and not be able to see this whole time. I have to convince him that we have to go to the car first then we will come back inside and look for a toy as soon as I find a few more things. He thankfully cooperated (it could have been very ugly) all on his own.
What was I thinking?
We get checked out, that was the easy part, and head out to the car. For those of you who do not know, I drive a beast, (well that is what I call her anyway) an Excursion. I should have plenty of room, right? Well, I have a single and double stroller, a swim vest and a baby float in the back. Humm, now what? I get the activity table loaded up on top of all the junk in the back and wonder now what in the heck am I going to do with the book shelf and better yet, HOW in the heck am I going to be able to do this alone. Oh great...I see 2 young guys heading my way. Thank God! I asked them if they would please help me load the mammoth book shelf into the beast and they said they would love to and were actually just about to ask if I needed help. They finally got it in the front seat, with the seat leaned back. They were so sweet. They even asked if I needed help with the boys!
We head back into Target...what was I thinking?
I had to get a few things for my desk then off to the toys we go. We must have walked up and down every aisle 12 times. You would think that if someone told you that you could buy something, you might find something you want. Not Boog, he wanted to look at everything. I thought we would never get out of there. Finally after about an hour, he picked a little Star Wars pack with 2 characters in it. Thank goodness. Now for the trip home...wheew, we finally made it.
WHAT WAS I THINKING? I know...I wasn't!
What was I thinking?
I just had the 2 little guys so I thought we would head over to Academy, I needed to pick up a few uniform shirts for Sour Apple, then we could go have lunch at Chick-Fil-A then run to Target for a few more storage/organizational supplies. I even told Boog I would let him take a toy (you know, buy one of course) if he was a good boy and would help me.
Academy went off pretty much without a hitch. Mostly...
Off to Chick-Fil-A. I tell Boog we are going to drive-thru and eat in the car before we go to Target. He says he really wants to eat inside because he has never been in there before. I say ok, sure why not, we were not really in a hurry.
What was I thinking?
Well, as if that were not enough, Target is in the same parking lot so I thought "Hey, why don't we just park over at Target or somewhere in the middle and just walk so I do not have to get the kids out and back in their seats just to cross the parking lot. You know...save yourself some trouble Mommy."
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
So...we park at Target, I put on my black ring sling, pop Tutti-Frutti in, grab the big diaper bag, grab Boog's hand and off we go across the parking lot at 100 degrees in the afternoon.
What was I thinking?
We get not even half way across the parking lot and the diaper bag starts to slip off of my shoulder, again and again and again. Did I mention that I also had my high chair/shopping cart cover? Boog proceeds to start saying he cannot walk anymore. The bag is now in the bend of the arm I am using to hold on to Boog. Tutti-Frutti is leaning forward to see Boog, we are dodging traffic from every direction. The parking lot is full, the drive-thru is full and it is also the most jacked up drive-thru in town.
What was I thinking?
Ok, we get inside, diaper bag still in the bend of my arm, Tutti-Frutti still leaning, Boog still whining. We are next, Thank God! The man takes our order and I begin to realize I am alone, 2 small children, huge diaper bag, high chair cover, 2 drinks, 2 meals, a tray...I know, I know...people do it all of the time. I do it all of the time...why was today so different? The man sees I am obviously alone and asks if I might need help getting to the table. Wheew. Help! Great. "Yes, thank you, that would be awesome and would you mind grabbing me a high chair while you are at it?"
What was I thinking?
We get to the table, get everyone loaded up in their seats and guess what? The order is wrong. Are you kidding me?
I ask the lady sitting across from me (she looked nice) if she would keep an eye on the kids while I just ran to the register, I could still see the table but it made me feel better anyway. I get to the register, tell them my order was wrong and ask if they would mind bringing it to my table when it was ready because I left my kids and needed to get back to them.
What was I thinking?
We sit for what must have been almost 10 minutes, no one has come with Boog's food, yes it was his they messed up, always is. I keep standing up looking to see if they are on the way. By this time, the nice lady had packed up and left. I see them looking at me, I see them pointing in my direction, I wait...nothing. I look again, now they are asking some guy in line if he will bring my stuff to me. Are you kidding me? He is looking like he is lost. I finally get up, angry at this point and go to the register and tell them, "Thank you very much for your help. I am here alone with 2 small children and a little help would have been nice." I know, not the nicest thing to say. Oh well...
What was I thinking?
We finally finish our food, Tutti-Frutti was having his way with everything on the table and it took a while to get out of there. Boog really wanted a brownie but there was just no way I could bear standing in line and most likely getting the wrong thing again. I make a deal with him that when we leave Target we will drive through and get one to take home. I am thinking a cheesecake would have been good too so it sounds like a deal to me. So we pack up, I put the sling back on (generally I love this particular sling, it is quick and he likes to ride on my hip so it works well for us, not today...not when I have to carry a diaper bag on my shoulder and keep up with Boog.) only this time, I put the diaper bag on my shoulder first, then the sling, that seems to work much better. Load Tutti-Frutti back up, grab the high chair cover, grab Boog and head out the door toward Target.
What was I thinking?
We are not out the door good and the whining kid is back. "I cannot walk any more, my feet hurt, it is hot." I am thinking at this point, "Just get in the car and go home. Call it even and run for your life." But noooo, I carried on.
What was I thinking?
We get to Target...finally. Boog has recently decided that he likes to ride in the cart that has the 2 seats attached to the cart. Feels like you are driving a semi. I get the kids loaded up and strapped in and off we go. First we go look at book shelves, humm, I find one I like AND it is on sale. Must be fate. I load it up and carry on. It must have weighed 100lbs! Next we head over to the kid's bedding section. I find an activity table that would work great in the new playroom (more on that to come) AND it was on sale. Fate again, clearly! I
Now remember I had promised Boog he could take something but there was just no way I could drive the cart around Target and not be able to see this whole time. I have to convince him that we have to go to the car first then we will come back inside and look for a toy as soon as I find a few more things. He thankfully cooperated (it could have been very ugly) all on his own.
What was I thinking?
We get checked out, that was the easy part, and head out to the car. For those of you who do not know, I drive a beast, (well that is what I call her anyway) an Excursion. I should have plenty of room, right? Well, I have a single and double stroller, a swim vest and a baby float in the back. Humm, now what? I get the activity table loaded up on top of all the junk in the back and wonder now what in the heck am I going to do with the book shelf and better yet, HOW in the heck am I going to be able to do this alone. Oh great...I see 2 young guys heading my way. Thank God! I asked them if they would please help me load the mammoth book shelf into the beast and they said they would love to and were actually just about to ask if I needed help. They finally got it in the front seat, with the seat leaned back. They were so sweet. They even asked if I needed help with the boys!
We head back into Target...what was I thinking?
I had to get a few things for my desk then off to the toys we go. We must have walked up and down every aisle 12 times. You would think that if someone told you that you could buy something, you might find something you want. Not Boog, he wanted to look at everything. I thought we would never get out of there. Finally after about an hour, he picked a little Star Wars pack with 2 characters in it. Thank goodness. Now for the trip home...wheew, we finally made it.
WHAT WAS I THINKING? I know...I wasn't!
Boogers
Oh joy! We have discovered picking our nose around here. Too fun. Well, at least he is not eating them.
In bed this morning, laying around waiting on Tutti-Frutti to wake up so we could come down stairs....
Boog (picking his nose or something of the sort): "Eew! A booger!"
Me: "Gross, go get a kleenex and wipe it off."
Boog (booger stuck to his finger, trying to put it back in his nose): "I am putting it back."
Me: "No! That is gross, go wipe it on a kleenex."
Boog (putting booger back in nose): "Well, this is it's home!"
Well, technically I guess he was right...oh good greif!
In bed this morning, laying around waiting on Tutti-Frutti to wake up so we could come down stairs....
Boog (picking his nose or something of the sort): "Eew! A booger!"
Me: "Gross, go get a kleenex and wipe it off."
Boog (booger stuck to his finger, trying to put it back in his nose): "I am putting it back."
Me: "No! That is gross, go wipe it on a kleenex."
Boog (putting booger back in nose): "Well, this is it's home!"
Well, technically I guess he was right...oh good greif!
Friday, August 7, 2009
We don't get out much...
Last night, only the two little kidlets were home. Sour Apple is still at camp (Yay, he made it the whole week!) and Lemon Drop was at a friend's house. We decided after dinner and baths that we would load up in our bed and watch a movie while the little ones passed out with the little kids. We chose Marley and Me. Boog had been wanting to see it, movies like that usually do not keep his attention for long and he was all about seeing the dog walk with his front legs hanging out of the car.
We have had this movie since the day it came out on dvd, and are only just now last night getting a chance to watch it. Have you seen it? I highly recommend it!
Anyway, the kids were tossing and turning, Tutti-Frutti was flipping and flopping all over the bed, he was so tired. We spent the day at a friend's house swimming, so they were both worn out. He finally dozed off laying at the end of the bed between my legs. I got him moved to his bed around 8:30. Boog on the other hand was really interested in the movie (go figure) so it took him a bit longer to fall asleep. He watched nearly the whole movie (not exactly kid friendly, but at least he is young enough to not know what was happening! Wheew!) He finally fell asleep toward the middle/end of the movie.
By the time the movie was over, I had been trying to hold back the tears (you know, because it is only a movie and I am not that sappy) well, that was a bad idea. By the time the movie was over, my head hurt, my throat hurt from the lump in it, I could not breathe, my stomach hurt...yea, you name it. Bad idea, should have just let the tears freely flow from the beginning, I would have felt much better. By the end of the movie, I was a crying, blubbering, snotty mess! Yay for our in bed movie date!
Moral of the story, beware of the age of your children when watching the movie, (although it is very cute)and go ahead and cry when the urge strikes...
Yea, we do not get out much!
We have had this movie since the day it came out on dvd, and are only just now last night getting a chance to watch it. Have you seen it? I highly recommend it!
Anyway, the kids were tossing and turning, Tutti-Frutti was flipping and flopping all over the bed, he was so tired. We spent the day at a friend's house swimming, so they were both worn out. He finally dozed off laying at the end of the bed between my legs. I got him moved to his bed around 8:30. Boog on the other hand was really interested in the movie (go figure) so it took him a bit longer to fall asleep. He watched nearly the whole movie (not exactly kid friendly, but at least he is young enough to not know what was happening! Wheew!) He finally fell asleep toward the middle/end of the movie.
By the time the movie was over, I had been trying to hold back the tears (you know, because it is only a movie and I am not that sappy) well, that was a bad idea. By the time the movie was over, my head hurt, my throat hurt from the lump in it, I could not breathe, my stomach hurt...yea, you name it. Bad idea, should have just let the tears freely flow from the beginning, I would have felt much better. By the end of the movie, I was a crying, blubbering, snotty mess! Yay for our in bed movie date!
Moral of the story, beware of the age of your children when watching the movie, (although it is very cute)and go ahead and cry when the urge strikes...
Yea, we do not get out much!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Weekly Wednesday...he's on the move.
No one is safe anymore...
Poor Boog, all he wanted to do was put a puzzle together. Well, at least he is safe up there, right?
Poor Tutti-Frutti, all he wanted to do was help. Good thing he can only get one leg at a time off of the ground.
Uh-Oh...what's that? He is totally off of the ground? At least he is still on his knees!
What's that you say? He's standing?
Poor Boog, now he knows how the dog feels. Well, at least he cannot go up the stairs.
See, he just sits nicely and plays at the bottom.
Occasionally he stands up and bangs on the steps. It is cute really.
See?
He stands and plays, turns around to make sure you are watching, then goes off about his business elsewhere.
See, look at me, I am cute. Good thing he cannot possibly lift his leg up on the steps yet. I am not ready for that.
Well, we are still ok, right?
Well, crap...
Now what?
The look of V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! I am proud of myself.
Yay! I can do it "by myself!!"
Poor Boog, all he wanted to do was put a puzzle together. Well, at least he is safe up there, right?
Poor Tutti-Frutti, all he wanted to do was help. Good thing he can only get one leg at a time off of the ground.
Uh-Oh...what's that? He is totally off of the ground? At least he is still on his knees!
What's that you say? He's standing?
Poor Boog, now he knows how the dog feels. Well, at least he cannot go up the stairs.
See, he just sits nicely and plays at the bottom.
Occasionally he stands up and bangs on the steps. It is cute really.
See?
He stands and plays, turns around to make sure you are watching, then goes off about his business elsewhere. 
See, look at me, I am cute. Good thing he cannot possibly lift his leg up on the steps yet. I am not ready for that.
Well, we are still ok, right?
Well, crap...
Now what?
The look of V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! I am proud of myself.
Yay! I can do it "by myself!!" Oh joy! Well, you can all rest easy...there is a gate for the bottom (and top) of our stairs. We have been moving furniture around so the gate was off. That might have been ok say....last week! Side note...as I was typing this, Daddy let him get up to the 4th step! Great! Just great!
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