Her Own Water Show
The Little One is still rear-facing in her car seat. She is a peanut and rear facing is safer, but this is not about car seat safety. Although if you want some facts on it, I’d be more than happy to oblige.
Anyway, the girls have these spill-proof tops on water bottles in the car. They get water only in the car and these bottles have been a lifesaver. Yes, I learned the hard way with the Big One and leaky sippy cups.
We were in San Diego last weekend and our way to the Zoo with my mom. Grandma was in the third row seat in the van so she could see the Little One’s face, but not her feet.
As we were driving we all started hearing this strange new sound from the general vicinity of the girls. It was a swishing-suctioning kind of sound. After each time, there was a slight chuckle from the Little One. It was a classic Three Stooges-type moment for me. I’d hear the sound and turn around to see what it was, only to see nothing. I kept trying to anticipate when the sound would return and kept missing it. The Big One thought it was hysterical because she could clearly see what was going on.
After four or five times, I finally caught the Little One. She had dropped her water bottle down to her feet. It was sort of wedged between her feet, her car seat and the actual seat of the car.
She was squashing the bottle with her foot and making water shoot out of it. Yes the bottles are “spill-proof” in terms of turning them upside down or sideways, but they are definitely not spill-proof when you are squeezing them with all your might.
Thankfully it was only water.
Finding Treasures
How come some people find loose change in their washing machines? All I ever find in mine is stickers… stuck to the inside of the barrel.
Although I did find $20 in my purse on Monday. That was sweet!
What have you found in your washing machine?
Shopping Carts
I know shopping carts are dirty and gross, but when “Dr. Germ” on the Today Show said the following, I really got the oogies…
“You can come across more fecal matter on shopping carts than in public restrooms.”
That is just gross. Come on people, wash your hands, wash your kids hands and don’t put a kid with a leaky diaper in the shopping cart.
Granted I do have a hand-dandy cloth cover thing that I put on before putting the Little One in there, but still it’s just gross to think about.
How many times have you put your bananas, apples, tomatoes or pears in the little basket? I sure hope you are washing all that stuff before you eat it. EWWWWW!
The Sun is Up!
This morning I awoke to the Big One singing at the top of her lungs a new little diddy she made up. It went a little something like this:
“The sun is UP!
It’s time to wake up
Everybody wake up.
We need to put suuuuunnnn sssssscreen on
And go swimming today.
We’re at Grandma’s house
And we go swimmmmmmmmming at Grandma’s house.
It’s time for everyone to waaaaaaake up!
The sun is shining!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
YAY! YAY! YAY ”
No matter that it was 6:50 a.m. and 50 degrees outside. We are at Grandma and Grandpa’s house and we go swimming when we are here.
So I went in her room and quieter her down. Then I invited her to come outside with me to get Gracie Lou to go potty. About two steps out the back door and she decided it was a bit too cold to go swimming. And now she is content to watch Dora.
{My disclaimer, the only reason I was still sleeping at 6:50 was because the Little One was up at 4 a.m. So somewhere around 6:30a.m. I convinced the Little One that we should go back to sleep for a bit. She obliged, but the Big One was a bit uncooperative.}
Dumb Idea Part IV… Road Trip
Again, if I had taken my camera out, there really would have been no words. But alas, I spared you all the gory details because trust me these would not have been pictures for the faint of heart.
For those of you not chronicling my newest joy let me remind you with:
And now today, Part IV of my installment of “Who’s Dumb Idea Was This?” Of course the dumb idea of getting a puppy was all mine and as such I take full responsibility. However the fact that Gracie Lou puked all over my what-was-still-new-smelling car was almost deal breaker.
I will admit that after the second time she puked in the first 90 minutes of what was to become a 4-hour journey it took everything I had to force the leash on her and hold on to her despite everything in my being (and hers) wanting to just let her run…. far, far, far away.
So I will spare you the visual and just assure you that my new car has been christened, along with the girls’ jackets, hats, stuffed elephant, Elmo bag full of the Big One’s “treasures”, the small Rubbermaid that I keep an extra set fo clothes for the kids in and the floor mat that goes with the back row of seats.
Again, I have to say and huge “THANK YOU!” to Karen. Yes, I know it’s not your fault, but I’d rather blame you than myself. Just know that it’s just a public show, Karen, and I know deep down it’s all my own fault!
Thank You Barney
So Sunday was the Husband’s birthday. Of course when I told the Big One that it was daddy’s birthday, she got very excited. As all three-year-olds know, birthdays mean cake. So she was just over the moon because we would be having cake.
I told her we would make some cupcakes. You see the Husband is not a real big cake fan, he prefers cake batter. YUK! I know, but that’s what he likes. So I figured we would make one pan of cupcakes and then save the rest of the batter for him to snack on later.
We were all still upstairs just kind of hanging out in our bed when the whole cake conversation took place. Once we decided we would make cupcakes and I explained to the Big One that mommy was going to take a shower before we started baking, she decided that she had a plan of her own.
“WAIT! I need to go downstairs and get the balloons and party hats ready,” she exclaimed suddenly.
The Husband and I exchanged worried glances and I asked her if we had any party hats downstairs. I knew we had some balloons because I had just bought some, but the hats I was not so sure about.
Again, though to a three-year-old no birthday is complete without party hats and balloons.
“Silly mommy, you just have to use your imagination like Barney says,” she told me.
So there we were with our imaginary party hats and balloons while we celebrated the Husband’s birthday with cupcakes.
Too bad we didn’t use imaginary frosting on our cupcakes. The Husband has figured it out. Frosting is my nemesis. I can cook, bake, roast and steam with the best of them. But man I cannot make frosting to save my own life. The recipe I tried this time was terrible. It was simply powdered sugar, milk and unsweetened chocolate. Sounds like frosting is supposed to be made, huh? I just cannot get the proportions right and it ends up a big mess.
It was so bad that I just gave up and let the Big One take over. She dumped half the bag of powdered sugar in the bag, stirred it a bit and called it done. “Just like Grammy makes,” she said.
Oh how I wish it tasted like Grammy’s. It was bad, just plain bad. But the Big One and Little One devoured their cupcakes covered in sugary goo and thought all was good in the world.
{Not that Aunt Tami reads this, but I will admit that her buttercream frosting recipe is one that I can make, but the Husband doesn’t like buttercream. There’s my shout-out to my cake-decorator sister. Apparently she got all the frosting making genes!}
Is Yours a “Good” House on Halloween
Do you give out the good stuff to trick-or-treators? Or do you give out the crappy stuff?
It’s okay to admit if you are those people who give out those nondescript orange and black wrapper taffy-like stuff or the Dum-Dums. We know you are out there, you may as well out yourself. All I ask is that you please don’t be really, really, really lame and give out plastic toys from China.
Go ahead, share your booty with us. {of course I mean candy, not any part of your anatomy.} Here’s what we have this year:
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy Candy!
It’s okay to be jealous, just make the drive up here to the desert and I’d be happy to share! And just for fun, let’s have a poll.
Happy Halloween!
WAHOO! It’s finally Halloween. This morning I woke up to the Big One singing on the potty… “It’s Halloween. We go to a Halloween Party today. YAY! YAY! YAY!” Repeat several times.
Normally I am awake and have done my 30 minutes of Wii fun and showered before she wakes up. But yesterday I had my permanent crown seated on my “backwards tooth.” This part of the process is apparently not supposed to hurt, but it did. Then the Big One puked at 11 p.m. Sleep was a bit elusive last night for me. I guess when I finally fell asleep, I was out. I didn’t even hear the Husband get up before 5 a.m.
So at 7:15 (WOW! That’s late) when I heard the Big One singing, I knew I was in trouble. You see the Halloween party isn’t until 11 a.m. so I had almost 4 hours to keep her entertained. UGH!
Anyway, now it’s a little after 9 a.m. T-minus two hours until the party. Unfortunately it’s raining so she can’t outside and run around. But I did at least find the Diego Halloween party episode on TV. We’ve read the book a zillion times, so this is a huge bonus to find it on TV.
That’s our Halloween morning. I really don’t have much to say. I am tired, I have a headache, my mouth is sore and I have to take to little bugs to a party soon (the Big One is a butterfly and the Little One a lady bug, so yes they are both bugs}.
Our contribution to the party potluck? Eyeball cookies… Check them out. The Big One and I do good work, huh? Happy Haunting!
Halloween Fun!
I think this is the first holiday where the Big One has been big enough and interested enough to help me with special creations.
She’s colored, painted and glittered many a pumpkin, haunted house, ghost and witch. She’s made a necklace out of foam hats, ghosts and pumpkins, and made a flying bat out of construction paper.
Yesterday I decided we would tackle our biggest project yet… the pumpkin carving. I cannot remember the last time I carved a pumpkin. I must have been a little kid. I do remember that the smell of a freshly opened pumpkin is enough to send me wretching to the bathroom. They are stinky and gross.
But I was determined to have this bonding adventure with the Big One. We got her situated on her Learning Tower and were ready to commence with pumpkin art. I cut open the top and she dug into it with the little scooper that came in the carving kit. Her little hand emerged from the pumpkin carcass with one little seed on it.
Un-deterred she went in again. She scraped and dug at that thing with all her might. She slowly pulled her hand and the scooper out… empty. She was getting frustrated. She was gathering goop, but not pulling it away from the inner walls of the pumpkin so it was all sliding off before she could get it out.
She tried three or four more times before determining she was done. It was too hard and she just wanted to watch Dora while I finished.
So much for the bonding. But she did try.
And so did I. I decided that I would tackle a Dora stencil on the pumpkin. I don’t think it’s that bad, but the Big One announced, “No, Mommy. You need to try again” when I showed it to her. And the Husband just shook his head and said, “I don’t see it.”
C’mon take a look. I know it’s not great, but it’s not that bad, is it? {I will take some pictures once it gets dark, it’s way better with the tea light in it.}
Who Knew?
Man, I need to get out more and explore this here Internet more often. Did y’all know that there are tons of bloggers out there who give stuff away?
Seriously I thought it was enough that I gave you some smiles and chuckles from time to time. I hope y’all don’t expect this kind of generosity from me. The Husband would kill me if I started giving all kinds of stuff away. But it is fun to check out tons of other blogs and see what people are giving away.
I need to figure out how to become cool enough that companies start giving me their crap to give away to you. Now that would be an awesome win-win situation wouldn’t it?
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