Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Big Stink

Everything in my home smells like vomit. Nice way to start off a blog entry, huh? Ugh. We've plowed through every blanket and every set of sheets in the house. My washer is demanding hazard pay, and my kid is whimpering in his very restless sleep. I thought we'd escaped the nastiness that's going around 'round here, but alas, we have not.

Luckily for me, a friend dropped off some ginger ale for the boy, and sweet sweet diet pepsi for me, so we didn't need to leave the house today (post blizzard) to get to the store.

Think nice smelling thoughts for me...I could sure use them.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Gettin' the Digits

I was lucky enough to show up for work on Saturday and be told we were overstaffed. Which meant that I got to GO HOME and yet still GET PAID for a 12hr shift. It also meant I had a Saturday night off for the first time in over a year. DOUBLE YEAH! Since Lucas usually sleeps overnight at my Mom's on Saturdays, it was shaping up to be a childless Saturday night off. TRIPLE YEAH! Except, as I called my friends, one by one, they all had plans. I finally found a friend and her husband and baby who were about to go to dinner and took pity on me invited us to join them. I scooped up Lucas and we headed off.

The place was packed full of people. I don't mean to sound totally lame, but I'm just not used to that kind of a crowd. Working an off shift like I do means that when I go out to dinner on my "weekend", it's a Wednesday night and there's generally very few other people out and about. (Total side note: I just used "out and about" in a sentence like an old lady. Gah!)

Our waiter seemed kind of stressed out and I totally don't blame him. He was seriously busy. Another server came to our table to say hello. We (the adults at the table) knew who she was but Lucas did not. We were talking about what movies anyone had seen lately (me=none) and Lucas piped right up and asked her to go to the movies with us. So cute right?! Well hold on to your hats, 'cause it gets even cuter. "Well", he says, as he leans towards her, "maybe I could get your phone number and I'll call you to go to the movies." And then she totally wrote her cell phone number on a piece of scrap paper and handed it to him. He folded it up again and again and tucked it into his pocket.

My son is not yet five years old and I totally got a front row seat as he picked up his first chick. Smooth moves, little man. Smooth moves. Your mama's proud...but you're not going anywhere unchaperoned.

Friday, January 23, 2009

xBox and Weight Loss

So, it's been pretty boring around here lately except for the Inauguration. Lucas has been glued to his xBox since Christmas, so he's been a lot of fun to hang out with. Not. Exhibit A:(Pardon the mess and the half dead houseplant. I can not keep plants alive. Lucas was apparently heartbroken about the fact that we don't own anything green, or alive, and he my mother teamed up to present with me a beautiful Juncus Spirales, a houseplant that thrives in bog and wetland like conditions. I forgot to water it for a week. This is EXACTLY why I didn't own plants. Sorry Juncus. It's not you, it's me.)

(Picture taken with my cell phone while trying not to laugh. I tell him constantly that he needs to back up, and I know it has nothing to do with his vision, because he can see me sneak a chocolate from 40 yards.)

Speaking of chocolate, a group of us on the night shift at work decided to start ourselves a Biggest Loser contest. Everyone who wanted in threw $25 bucks in the pot and the person with the largest percentage of weight loss at our 4/1 weigh in gets the money. I am down 9 pounds in three weeks. Apparently losing weight for my own health and well being is impossible, but losing it for chance to win $300+ bucks is totally doable. Whatever, I've got my eye on a pair of Frye boots, and they're not gonna buy themselves, so game on!
Hope you all had a lovely week, I'm off to drown my Juncus in some bog-like conditions.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Monday Morning

I'm sitting on the couch surfing through facebook when a SunnyD commercial comes on.

"Mama! I want a SunnyD, I want a SunnyD!" I tell him we don't have any and he starts to pout. "I'm angry at you, Mama. I'm really angry at you, you know I wanted some, and you should have bought it at the store!" I reach over and rub his back a little, "You're not really mad at me over orange juice, buddy." "Yes, I am! No, I'm not. I'm not mad at you...I was just gettin' a little worked up." And that conversation is Lucas in a nutshell. Easy to get worked up, easy to apologize.
He has spent the morning dancing in circles in front of me singing, "You're beautiful, you're beautiful!" and peppering the back of my hands with kisses.

Now, I'm not saying that no woman will ever be good enough for him...but, you know... ;)

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

When It's Fun to Have a Boy

I've been a little obsessed lately with vintage robots and wooden toys. Really cool wooden toys are easy to find for infants, but there's not a whole out there for the almost-fives. Lucas begged me to stop at one of our favorite locally owned toy shops today and we picked up these awesome retro stacking robots. They had some beat-up looking ones on the train tables, but when we went to look for a package to purchase, the store was out. One of sales clerks told us they'd have more in a few weeks. She tracked us down a few minutes later with a box in her hands. Lucas, in his trademark bull-horn of voice, starting telling her she was his hero for finding these robots. TOTAL SCORE!

The alien push car is actually part of the Brio train sets. Super cute.

Also?! I'm watching American Idol right now, and there just never seems to be any shortage of tone deaf folks who think they've got what it takes to be a superstar. Mind boggling. Don't these people have mamas that love them enough to NOT want them to be made fools of. I'm all about fostering one's dreams, but if my kid couldn't sing his way out of a paper bag, I wouldn't feed him to the wolves like that.

Cha-Cha-Cha-Chia WHATEVER!

My screaming banshee dear son got a Chia herb garden for Christmas. I pulled the box out today and asked Lucas if he wanted to put it together with me. He stayed on task long enough to claim the styrofoam packaging and took off to turn it into a spaceship for his Star Wars figures. I went ahead and started putting it together. (Total side note, what is Marjoram used for? I have absolutely no idea.) When he came back into the kitchen and saw that I was half done our little project he went ballistic. The next twenty VERY LOUD MINUTES were spent trying to explain my sobbing four year old that he totally SAW ME GET IT OUT AND OPEN THE BOX, but he continued to flip out because I STARTED WITHOUT HIM!

It's clearly much more difficult being four than I's downright HARD.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Twenty Questions A Hundred Questions A MILLION QUESTIONS

I don't know if it's just the age (4) or the fact that I'm running on very little sleep (read: none) but it seems like my son is an endless fountain of questions lately...just bubbling, bubbling, bubbling over; one question follows another so quickly that several have been asked before I can answer one.

[In real time:]
Are you happy I can play Lightening McQueen?
Do you love my new paint job?
Isn't it nice of the guy to spray me like this?
Do you wanna watch me?
Will you make me lunch?
Why did you make me that?
Wanna dance with me?
Did you know I could break dance?
Can you send me to dance class?
Will they let me do any dance I want?
Do you love that new paint color?
Are you happy that I'm the newest color ever?
Can we go to Grandma's house now?
Do you think that Grandma will like this paint color?
Do you think that I should stay this color every day?
Isn't that funny?
Do you hope that I win this race?
Did you know that I love you the best?
What is good sportsmanship?
When are we going to Grandma's?
Can I have some vanilla ice cream?
Did you know that even when I get bigger I'll still be your baby forever?
Now can I have some vanilla ice cream?

Sheesh...if he had a pause button I'd sure like to push it for just one little minute.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

On Cloud Nine...

Is it normal for a pair of sneakers to make someone (me) so happy? I think so...if you're wearing THESE!!I've been searching for these sneakers for MONTHS, and yesterday a friend of mine called from a shoe store that had them in my size. They are now on my feet...and I am a happy girl!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Costco Before the Ice Storm

Every man's dream...Star Wars on a big screen.
"Just leave me here," he says, "I'll be fine."

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Something of 365

All I already fell behind on the "picture a day for 365" thing...bummer. But here's how we spent our morning:
That long straight lego creation is a "boat" according to Lucas, and we spent the morning racing two of them back and forth. The first one to the edge of the carpet was the winner, but they were so long they basically stretched from one end of the carpet to the other, meaning we'd drag them forward an inch and announce Lucas the winner. Good times.

Saturday, January 3, 2009


My kid can whistle! I might as well just hand over the keys to the car if he's going to go and grow up on me overnight like that. We've had a long standing rule in our home (and in the car) that nobody can whistle until Lucas learned to whistle, because it's a highly unjust world that let's a grownup whistle to their heart's content, while their child suffers whistle-less in silence.

So, if you happen to pass us on the road, we've added an extra little something to our air guitar/imaginary drums/pretend microphone jam we also whistle. And we are currently accepting gigs in the tri-state area. You can chose your playlist from the Guitar Hero III far that's all we know how to play.

Friday, January 2, 2009


"I'm just gonna shovel this tiny bit of snow..."

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year or 1/365

12/31/08 @ 11:24pm. He almost made it. So close.