Friday, December 30, 2011

Christmas Exhaustion

It's now 5 days after Christmas & I'm finally feeling like my coffee induced bubbly self again. At the two day after mark I wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree. The effects of toy, family, pig out & let your belly bulge were at record high exhaustion levels. Tuesday at 8:30 A.M. I had an appointment for a recall on my Toyota. Lyla & I scrambled to get out the door, on the highway and pull into the garage bay at the dealership with negative 3 minutes to spare. I say good morning to the man who greeted us, hand over my paperwork and begin to exit the car when he says, "You're at Nissan, Toyota is two dealerships down the street on the right." AWESOME! hahaha Thank you Santa for the 2lbs of Dunkin Donuts coffee beans, perhaps I should have tried harder to fit in a cup of coffee before I headed out to make an ass of myself in public. DOH!

Our crafty Christmas tree was the easiest clean up EVAH! "Lyla, grab an ornament, head to the trash and throw it out." She loved it, back and forth to the tree & trash barrel singing "pick'n up, pick'n up, me and mama pick'n up" and before you knew it the tree was bare & ready to be boxed up for another year. Lyla did have one toss refusal, the cardboard, jute doggy bone we'd made for Oscar was set aside to see another year.

By the time Wednesday rolled around I was still a bit groggy, but ready for a night out a.k.a. part time job. Oh, how I look forward to a handful of hours away from the "home" work. As I was ironing my uniform, Lyla, said "Mama, you working tonight?" ..."Yes, Mama is going to make some money tonight, Mem is coming to play and then daddy will be home"..."Mama, I gotta tell you something." These words are part of the new phase I like to call Toddler Truths. She runs to the cabinet we store our baking staples in, pulls out the small tub of rainbow jimmies and says "Daddy let me eat THESE when you work! only a little bit."
BUSTED! hahaha
I told Daddy she ratted him out on the rainbow sprinkles & he claimed it happened once, either way she hasn't forgotten & will likely carry the sweet tooth memory of Daddy feeding her spoonfuls of rainbow jimmies into the New Year! ...every memory should be so sweet.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Two days before Christmas. I'm bubbling with may be the anticipation of seeing the magic of the Season through my daughters eyes or it could be the bubbly I'm drinking..probably a splash of both. We've finished decorating our tree with crafty creations, we've purchased all the tasty treats & lip smacking food we'll devour in the name of Holiday Celebration & now we wait to do the Merry Christmas Shuffle. Lyla is on an overnight with Grammy and Grampa...dare I say I'm bored?! I'm not the only one...the dog is doing laps looking for his BFF. I've done all I can to prepare & I sit here half wishing I'd left some loose ends to tie up, the other half is thrilled to not feel like I'm at the end of my rope.. stuck in traffic and lines with people who are billowing bah hum bug energy. Perhaps after another glass of the bubbly I'll figure out the best way to spend my toddler free time two days before Santa spreads his 'you've been a good little girl cheer', but until then I'm off to play Words With Friends (hopefully there are others who are sitting behind their screens and not dealing with the last minute pressures of Christmas), pour myself another glass of stress free bubbling happy juice & watch a movie with the dog. If I find myself watching Children's programming, I'm definitely in need of getting a life!

Wishing you all a Very Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 19, 2011

me & my shadow trip'n through another day

My shadow has six legs, four of which are always hairy.
My two legs are on occasion...fury.

My shadow wears hula skirts in December while singing 'jingle bells'.
I have never worn a hula skirt.

My shadow loves to bake doggie treats, as well as, eat them.
I prefer gummy bears as a shadow wouldn't kick a gummy out their mouths, either.

My shadow hops over shadows on the ground & chases it's tail.
I sometimes feel like I'm chasing my tail & try to never step on the cracks!

My shadow wants everything that is mine to call 'theirs'.
I call it 'ours' and then put it away where only I can reach it.

My shadow is excited for Christmas.
I, too, am excited for Christmas.

Where does the time go? This month is a blurr...I don't get it, I bought and wrapped all Santa's gifts in the fall so, I wouldn't be too busy to enjoy the build up of Christmas, then...I blinked and now, Santa is only 6 nights away. Holy Sleigh! We've been continuing to work on our crafty Christmas tree, there have been a couple near casualties, but we mended and as Lyla instructs "hang it higher!"
We're planning our Christmas Day menu, last year was Italian, the year before we cooked up our very own Chinese spread..we've decided this year will be Mexican. Nachos, Enchiladas, Fajitas, Salsas, Mole & Margarita's.
Lyla & I bought a Christmas Donkey pinata. I took Dominick the Christmas Donkey out of the closet the other day and realized it's a, we'll imagine it's a donkey. shadow is chasing itself and whining...gotta run!

Monday, December 12, 2011

our crafty additions

Here are the ornaments we crafted last week & hung on our Oh Crafty Christmas tree.
Super inexpensive. felt, paper plates, scrapbook paper, jute, glue, button, all things we had at home. we did buy a 3 ornament foam set at the dollar store for a buck, I put the basic pieces together and let Lyla have creative control, she chose to show more depth with the ornaments and created a white backdrop & feathered the border with her scissors, for the gift box & snowflake..the puppy that was to sit in the gift box and the snowman she gave to the dog. he managed to create countless itty bitty ornaments for the floor.

Friday, December 9, 2011

a room full of strangers

I survived my first, mostly strangers, Children's Birthday party. Our neighbors, whom I only know in passing..damn, Who or Whom? I always forget the rule...anyway...mommy neighbor brought over an invite for her middle daughters 5th Birthday. Their youngest daughter is a little older than Lyla, they've played a few times together out in the yards. Our neighbors had bought the house across the street a few months before we'd bought ours a couple years ago. Now that Lyla is getting older I suspect we'll do more playing with the neighbors so, attending this birthday is probably the first in a long line of birthdays. I did skim my 'how to avoid party & not be an ass' bank..but there weren't many options that wouldn't have had my guilt meter hit'n the red. My husband on the other guilt on him, he was dead set against going and making small talk with strangers in a house full of kids high on frosting! He played the 'I've been sick all week and need this weekend to rest up' card. It's laughable.
We went shopping for a gift. Everything Lyla suggested was an item on her Christmas list. Obviously, she was shopping for herself...I should have caught on after the 5th time she told me it was HER Birthday, but I hadn't had a coffee yet. It took us an entire morning to understand we were buying something for someone else &we couldn't keep it. On her Birthday in April, she could pick out toys for herself. Made it home just in time to shower and head off across the street. When we first walked in I wanted to run back in the other direction, but instead headed straight for the caffeine hopped sugar high in a can, cracked it open & there in my hand was my room full of strangers icebreaker! Thank You Coca Cola for the White Christmas can & Thank You to all the complainers in the world...'whah, it doesn't taste like Coca Cola from a white can, the can must be red. whah, I don't want to pay attention so please keep color coding regular and diet coca cola cans for me. My opening line.. "Tastes fine to me."
Nearly two hours later.. full on Papa Gino's pizza, chips, cheese, crackers & plenty of laughs later, it was time to head home, handful of balloons flying above hour heads, plate full of cupcakes in hand and smiles on both of our faces. In the words of Dora "we did it!" Now I question why I had anxiety over it to begin with...silly Mama.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Oh, Christmas Tree..OH, Crafty Christmas Tree...

The dog ate my blog, scraps of paper covered with my handwriting strewed the floor. What the Blog?! I realize he's just 8 months old with an urge to chew, but he has bones for that. My puppy has a paper addiction. Toilet. Tissue. Notebook. Napkin. He can't get enough. He also has a thing for bright and shiny. We unpacked our tree, yes our tree comes from a box, not the ground..but an artificial tree is better than no tree, which would be the case considering my husbands allergies. He's allergic to Christmas...Trees. I'm not entirely sure what kind, but rather than send him for testing and risk having to toss out my cheer before Christmas ever again I'll play it safe with fake pine needles. Fa la la la la there we were, Lyla & myself connecting top, middle and bottom, fanning our branches and plugged it in. I turned for a moment & turned back to see Oscar twitch and a portion of the tree go black. NOOO! Seriously, Dog? I've already struggled through the child put everything in her mouth stage must I endure puppy mouthing the world too?! What the Mouth!? Thanks, buddy. Awesome. & before I could grab his collar and give him a stern warning he's neck deep in the tree. twitch. & now the entire bottom half of the tree is dark. lights out. BAH HUMBUG! I took a long deep breath. Put the dog in his crate & headed back to begin Operation Tree Light. Didn't take long, used my scissors to cut and splice the wires back together, twisted them up and wrapped them securely with electrical tape. Tah-Dah! It works once again...sure it's missing a couple lights, but I wouldn't have had this story to share because The Dog ate my other Blog. :) So, it's a half backwards Thank You to Oscar for misbehaving.
Once I had the tree up and shining again & relief was tingling through my body I knew unpacking the keepsakes to hang on the tree was a no go this year. Too much curiosity & rambunctiousness ruling this roost. I saw flashes of Lyla and Oscar standing around shattered glass with the 'he did it'..'she did it' eyes gazing up at me. Heck NO! A toddler handcrafted ornament tree it will be. So far we've hung snowflakes, paper stockings decorated with stickers, a fairy wearing a red garland dress with pink hair and a tiny head..reminiscent of the tiny head scene in Beetlejuice..Um, I just aged myself.., Mickey Mouse & his gang garland made from toilet paper rolls and scrapbook paper, a red & green Christmas countdown chain & a glittery pine cone. Oh what fun it is to create a tree full of ornaments! Hey! ...that cost next to nothing & are the perfect time filler for December craft hours.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Lyla, my light in the darkness

What happened to November? In a blink it went from Halloween costumes to left over turkey & pie for breakfast...which is expanding my waistline.
Did I wish the month by, hoping I'd open my eyes after a long blink and the dead father, shady uncle, sucky attorney, estate nightmare that has haunted me for 1/3 of my life would be over? wishful thinking.
So here comes December, another closing date in sight, another month of expenses to maintain a property that simply put: SUCKS THE LIFE OUT OF ME.'s also another month filled with joy..another month in my life as a mother. I get to experience childhood again, through Lyla's doesn't get much better than that. There is such a thing as 2nd chances. I'd be a fool to allow the lonely, painful childhood memories or my present day nightmares involving that same house ruin this 2nd chance at brightening that darkness "weekend visitations" left behind. I'm ready to let my soul shine!

"He used to say soulshine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Hey now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometime,
Got to let your soul shine,
shine till the break of day."
~Warren Haynes

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Wishing you a bundle of Joy & Thankfulness this Thursday

Happy spend day with family & eat til your seams burst! What do I love most about Thanksgiving? I can't possibly pick ONE thing. I can tell you that two nights ago when the pies I ordered for a fundraiser were delivered I never thought they'd stay whole for two nights. Two of the best looking pies...mmm..Chocolate Cream and Lemon Meringue, I can't wait until dessert!
A couple weeks ago Lyla and I went for a hike in search of pine cones to create a turkey during one of our craft sessions, an idea I'd seen in my Better Homes & Gardens magazine. I cut out feathers from card stock, used scrap red paper for the waddle and hunted down some googly eyes from our craft supplies. I asked Lyla what she was thankful for & wrote her 'thanks' on the feathers.
Lyla is thankful for...
Cheese Wraps
Bru Bru (Mem's dog Bruschi)

I am so Thankful for my sweet little girl.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Eat too much, drink til your cheeks are rosy & thank your lucky stars for all the joy.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Battle of the Binky

2:30 A.M., I awake to the whisper of a tiny voice "Mama, I want my deetz, my deetz." It happens at least a couple times a night, every night. If I slept as deep as the husband maybe I'd sleep through the voice and she'd find it on her own or just give up and pass back out..but no, there I am, on my feet, the Binky Hunter. I throw on the headlamp, adjust it to night vision red lighting and begin the search. Usually, I find it nestled under my husbands back. OH YES! We're a co-sleeping family. There were several months, Lyla, slept in her todder bed...beside our bed, but like clock work she'd climb between us before the sun rose. The husband enjoys the cuddle time, he loses out on so much daddy daughter time working so hard, so...I went with it & honestly, I'm okay with it now, except for the waking binky hunting moments. When she's ready, she'll transition. Ha-Ha When she's 10 and still sprawled between us, please Slap Me!
"Mama, my deetz! Mama, puppy & kitty, where's puppy & kitty?"...yes! we also sleep with her two favorite plush animals, at least until she's out cold.
Headlamp shining from my forehead, the wee hours of the morning, army crawling around on the floor searching for the damn blue binky. I'd have ran downstairs to grab the yellow binky if we hadn't misplaced it at nap time. I can hear concern in Lyla's voice, she's becoming increasingly worried this search will come up empty handed. THEN! THERE IT IS! dead center beneath the bed, naturally, a fingertip too far from my reach. WTF. I lost 5lbs last week, but not quite enough to fit my butt further than a shoulder blade under the bed. Now I scurry around the room in search of a gogo gadget arm...Daddy's back scratcher to the rescue! Hooray! Lyla rolls over, cuddles up behind Daddy, the nuk nuk sound of binky sucking, puppy and kitty cradled under each arm & drifts back off to dream land. ME? I laid there, cursing that binky, staring at the shadows on the ceiling, glancing at the clock for two hours. Somewhere between 4:30 and 4:45 A.M. I'd dozed off and at 4:46 I was grabbing that damn binky from beneath my husbands back. It doesn't matter how many times I find that damn binky, the battle can't be won until they're banished! Stay tuned for Banish the Binky! Date to be determined because I'm afraid of losing more sleep than I do already. Is it really all about me? ;)

Happy Thanksgiving to all, Gobble. Gobble!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Mama has a potty mouth

OH Noooooo! The long dreaded parroting potty mouth has arrived. Time for me to choose my words more wisely. The other morning we're cooking & I'm cutting a recipe by half & messed up one of the measurements, "Oh, Shit" & my little sous chef looked at me & spouted "OH, ssHIT, mama!" I cringed. Sure, it could have been far worse considering my language is often not kiddie friendly, tightening the reigns on my potty mouth will be no easy task, but I have no other option. There are several words I need to immediately delete from my vocabulary, some of them not vulgar or used maliciously, but they're inappropriate & I certainly wouldn't want my sweet 3 foot parrot to unknowingly hurt someones feelings because of my inability to lead by example. Here is the beginning of my list, I'm sure my tongue will reveal others to be added but, off the top of my head here's the start of the end...
Nut Sack
F Word in it's F form and full form

I can do this!
Ready. Set. GO!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

a week ago today

It's been a week since I've found the time to sit here, with a brain that isn't frantic or a stomach not spinning, my muscles wound like rubber bands waiting to snap. I have these days that come, they haunt. I bottle all my stress, bury my negative thoughts...rather than cope, I jam it all in a dark place within.. beneath my shield of grin n bear it and every couple months or so I release, or it blows & I let all the emotion beat me up for a few consecutive days. It's a vicious cycle. I plummet. Sometimes I choose self medicating through the pain, but that only ends in a deeper & learn. Or live and never learn because this cycle has been 'my thing' for longer than I care to remember. I have a slew of reasons I've blamed at one time or another, mostly, I guess it's me not willing to learn how to cope like a big girl, not wanting to deal with the issues one on one. With the birth of my daughter I had no choice other than to ditch intense levels of self medication & it's been since then that I've really taken a look at how f*n close I've come to visiting points of no return & every time, just in time, I chose 'right'. When in doubt go 'right'. I was day dreaming the other day in the dark & wondered what I would do if all the sudden I quit this up & down game with myself and just dealt. What would it be like to not experience mania & am I ready for it or am I addicted to my downs?
Who It's back to rainbows, unicorns and empty pots of gold for this haunted survivor. for another several weeks...

What is the protocol on how long to hang in with the Halloween candy? I'm fed up with having to explain every morning & hour thereafter..candy is not a food group and will not be eaten for every meal of the day. I'm also tired with get'n caught with my hand in the candy basket & feeling the need to share my bite. I'm thinking a Monday, this Monday will be a good day to cleanse the body of sugar & rid the house of this sweet tooth satisfying cavity inducing greatness. I. Love. Sugar. question is who'll be more upset? me, the child, the husband or the dog? I've busted Oscar snorting dropped Nerds from crevices....or perhaps they were strategically placed there by his two legged partner in crime. hmpft?

Our lil butterfly, "Mama, I fly away"

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Three Day Treat Delay

Third day of November and we're hours away from Trick or Treat. Yes, you read that right...No Treat yet...unless, you consider 18 inches of snow and 87% of the city without power a treat. Mother Nature dressed up as a Snow Fairy and dropped a trick on us. Let's be Real! Piles of snow in October..SUCKS & makes for an already too long winter for those of us who revel in the Spring & Fall temperatures. Fall was dusted with winter. wtf! The only feasable way to get over it was to spin so much disbelief and joy around it that for a moment, I believed myself. It'll be gone before you know it, the kids love it. Blah, Barf, Blah, Barf, Blah. I've been crabby for days...with news of the snow coming and then actually dealing with it I'd used all my reserves of 'think, be, act, live' positive, Spin Joy from Snow! So when I suddenly had to cope with another hurdle in the legal estate managing of my dead father who was a failing 'parent' most of my life my optimism was gonzo. There I was knee deep in snow, makes it tough to successfully conquer another hurdle in the nightmare I've been trudging through for over a decade & finally grabbed by the horns & began to put an end to 13 months ago complete with attorneys, criminal family member behavior, politics, engineers, construction workers and so many committee members it would make you dizzy. Now, days later, & depressed every time I think of my estate worth nothing except bad dreams and memories, I'm spent in the smile through it department..until this nightmare is behind me this last hurdle has left me weathered & tarnished with pessimism. It's been such a long emotionally, financially, & physically exhausting road. I wanted to scream, it would have been silent. & just when I was on the edge, just about to fall into full blown panic attack.. a switch clicked & in entered fort building and play dough picking therapy. Sometimes it just feels good to lay belly down on the floor in a fort built by two & help my sweet smiling Lyla pick the dried toe squished playdough out from the waffle pattern on my yoga mat. Sure, I was less than thrilled when I noticed blobs of dried playdough on my mat, but helping her pick out the mess was just what the inner therapist ordered.
Free Your Mind., on the 3rd of November, yards still splotched with Mother Natures Trick we will have the Official night of Halloween Trick or Treat! This is it! One more night of rotting snow covered pumpkins. Trick or Treat, Smell my feet, I may not have had hot water for a bath all week!

Photo's of our Trick or Treat will come later, for now enjoy our True Halloween.

Lesson in snow diving....Always wear Mittens. :) Tears & whining followed the last photo.

Friday, October 28, 2011

A Special Day. Today.

I was frightened when, Lyla, came to me with her purse draped over her shoulder, "mama, I have honey bees" ...& tapped her purse with her hand. My mind spun...Please! OH PLEASE, don't let her be collecting dead bees. In went her hand, I held my breath & out came....little pieces of yarn she'd cut with her scissors. PHEW! Dead Bee Collection ruled out. Then, I thought...cut, she cut these yarn bees. She's becoming proficient with her scissors, both with cutting and hiding when she's done with them. I'd better keep a close eye because you know what's next on the chopping block. Her Hair!
The compliments continue to pour in over my new hairstyle & I fall in love with it more every day....the hair, not the compliments. Although, who doesn't get rosy in the cheeks with a sweet compliment. *smile* I'm still stuck on some old habits, searching for hairbands to put my hair up in the morning & I keep grabbing the back of my head to release my ponytail every time I get in the shower. At least I know my auto pilot works well.
Many people have told me I look younger, which I don't quite get. yet. I mean, really...what's younger than a ponytail? Apparently, short pixie hair shaves off years! Whoo hooo! Heck Yah! I'll take it, with the Big 4-OH approaching in 2012 younger is welcome to come and stay awhile. If only I could find the secret to feeling younger, some days my muscles and joints feel double their age.
TODAY! Today is a special husband & I were married 5 years ago today. It was raining, we drank champagne and exchanged vows then several hours later we celebrated, in costumes, with friends and family. They say rain on your wedding day is good luck, I wonder what waking up to snow covered lawns means on your 5th wedding anniversary? wear boots. or perhaps it means we'll win the Friday night lotto?! HA. Happy Anniversary to my, C Love!

A Painting of our ceremony venue...

Mr & Mrs!

Later that night, Lucy & Ricky with my mom & stepdad..Elizabeth Shaw & Jack Sparrow, followed up with the Wizard of In-Laws and Family.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Weekend update ran straight through to Tuesday

Sickness made a visit this did a beautifully relaxant Sunday afternoon while Lyla went down for a 3 hour wake up in a pool of snot and drool nap. I'd contemplated waking her, but waking a recovering sick child comes with a penalty & well..NOT waking a recovering sick child midway through a three hour tour of an afternoon dreamland comes with a fine of it's own. 10 P.M. Sunday night she was still awake and ready to Rock! Good news is the snot faucet has since dried up, the cough has nearly disappeared completely & we all came through the long naps and late nights no worse for wear.

The husband & I are always looking for new recipes, not often do we come across something we'd add to our book of keepers. This weekend we ate a 'try that one again'...courtesy of everyday Food, you can check out the recipe yourself at the link below. I halved the recipe.

turkey and stuffing bake

I had the pantry items, needed to purchase only a pound of ground turkey ($3.49) on sale & a loaf of crusty white bread (.59), which I found on the day old rack at the supermarket. Four dollars, eight cents and an hour+ later we were enjoying our 'try that one again' recipe. The husband had mashed potatoes along side, I skipped the taters because while the expense on the wallet was barely a hit, it racked up 12 points for my daily weight watchers allowance.

Lyla welcomed Monday free of sickness, Hooray! A smile on both of our faces, only she decided to brush her smile & top lip with a fingernail file. Yikes. Can you say Raw Skin?! When I think of how it must have felt on her teeth I get the willies, never mind the scraping of flesh from her lip. Goodness Me...never a dull moment in this house. Monday was named bum lip day. We kept that lip iced with Mighty Mini's. A friend of mine had recommended them during our sleepless teething days and nights & I've never turned back. They Rock! Even I enjoy a Mini now & then.

Day Old Raw Lip

I sit here now, Tuesday night, this is the second time I've typed this blog, the first time around I was having issues with photobucket resizing my photos & I became frazzled & hit the back button and LOST it all. I tried this fancy shmancy ctrl Z I'd heard about only to find it not to be so fancy shmancy. damn it. started over & photobucket still isn't resizing properly. I'm hoping it's just slow to update & when I wake up and check in the morning the images aren't as large as they appear now. OR they'll have been eaten up like they were in another blog and I'll happily repost them so, if they're not here...Check Back! Anyway...BACK on Blog track. My shoulders and neck are achy and tight..NO, not from photobucket stress...well, maybe some. Mostly, from raking leaves today for our scarecrow skeleton dude. You should have seen the joy on Lyla's face...what a great time we had in the leaves...can't wait to spend a day leaf jumping with daddy. Until then he can enjoy the photos.
After all the outdoor excitement there was no settling her down this afternoon, enter totally annoyed Mama! ugh. I love nap time. It's ME time. I had no choice except to pony up and run with it & found a project...carving our pumpkin. Lyla chose a picture from the booklet of cute kitty, pumpkin faces, & witch templates, chose the one that matched our scarecrow dude...she's an edgy 2 and a half year old.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Timely Task

I'll admit it, I'm constantly asking for help with things around the house. Throw your dirty laundry in the hamper, pick up your toys, load or unload the dishwasher, hang your jacket up, just generally pick up after yourself...I'm not your personal maid, I'm one person with two arms & two legs with more than enough to keep me feeling suffocated & overwhelmed. Order yourself a Rosie or learn the drill!
This evening I wanted to hang up my husbands shirts fresh from the dryer so they'd be easier to iron & not hang onto wrinkles & the words "Mami, I want to help you" came from my sweet little helper bee's mouth. UGH! I immediately thought ...NO! I want to do this quickly, but what kind of mixed signals would I be sending if suddenly when she's offering help I'm shooing her away so, off we went to hang Daddy's shirts. I placed a dozen hangers on the bed beside the basket & she grabbed them all and ran them to her room, one at a time she'd bring me a hanger. "One Blue Hanger, Mama"..."Lyla, may I have another, please" & she'd run back to her room where she'd have to open the door she closed, walk in, close the door, rummage through the tangled pile for the perfect hanger, open the door, walk out, close the door & run the hanger back to me. I guess sometimes you just gotta slow down and let the minutes tick.

In other news...I had my hair cut tonight, I've been thinking about a new do for months & finally just did it. I love it & during these tough economic times think of the money I'll save on shampoo & conditioner! Cha-Ching! Over at delirious rhapsody there's plenty who've taken part in the naked face challenge, so here I am, naked face with old & new hair.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Toddler Brain Loophole

set up lyla with breakfast & an episode of mickey mouse clubhouse before I snuck into the bathroom for a quick shower, it's been forever since I've been able to shower alone. somedays I skip it all together because it turns into more work than I'm willing to bear, gross. yup, that's me. I didn't have a choice this morning, I had to clean my greasy self up before gymnastics class. there I was, relaxed, hot water bouncing off my two day old hair & "Mama, I wanna sowah" ..Seriously? I peek my head out and tell her that she can shower after gym, after we play with finger paints, "Mama is taking a shower alone today, Lyla" after gym is her time, it'll be the perfect time for a shower that turns into a playtime bath. she gave me the 'you're a b*tch' look...I got over it & lathered up my hair. I heard some rumbling around in the other room & then there she was again...covered in ink pad ink from her stamps and pad collection. LOL "Mama, I need wash up! I need sowah"...Seriously? haha what can I say, the kid has brains & uses them to her best ability, but I refused to let her win this one 100%, I rinsed my hair, barely, which in the end left it looking greasy...go figure, didn't get to shave my legs or pits, ultimately, my shower was a bust, but she didn't get her 'sowah' either..we washed her up in the sink. little miss thing working up a loophole. she brightens my days.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Women & Wine

reasons women drink wine = Men. & children who missed their naps.
what are your reasons?

the night owl puppy

seriously? the dog woke me up at midnight after I'd just fallen to sleep. he jumped up on the bed and was bouncing left to right like it was a trampoline. every time I attempted to grab his collar he jumped the other way, almost laughing at me. my canines were showing & curses flying under my breath...damn dog! haha if he still had balls, I would have kicked him in them. *wink* but a piece of me couldn't help but giggle, he's just such a cute big guy. my night owl puppy, which reminds me of while we were camping this summer, he was just 4 months old & in the middle of the night I wake up to him nudging my cheek and tapping my hand with his paw. I thought he was trying to tell me he needed to pee & then I heard it. "Whoooo, Whooooo." his ears twitched and he nudged me, he was frightened by the owl out in the woods. my puppy who was frightened by his first encounter with an owl has morphed into a bed jumping night owl.

Friday, October 14, 2011

quiet means trouble

The child & the dog running in different directions with sharp objects and choking hazards. excellent. When they're not trying to evade me & the dangerous items scolding, they're swarming me like annoying gnats making it nearly impossible to get anything productive done. On occasion I find the happy medium & then something like "mommy, my nose. popcorn my nose!" happens. When there is longer than 3 complete minutes of quiet you can bet something like unpopped popcorn kernels jammed up the nose is happening. Five tissues, a few whines & a couple of laughs later two kernels found their way out of Lyla's nasal cavity. I will not jam popcorn kernels up my nose has joined the ranks of 'I'll never do that again..maybe' also on the list...
allow the dog to run around me with his leash and dart away
play with soap and rub my eyes
suck the color out of markers
play on stairs
pull on curtains so hard that the rod crashes down & punctures skin
hang on drapes like a monkey

There is never a dull moment & if by chance I think there is, it won't end well.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Stinky Poop

I know they're out there, mothers who inspect their kids bowel movements. Not Me! The day my daughter starts pooping diamonds and dollars...I'll think about it. Two days old, two years old, I've always loathed the stink bombs.
Week one of potty training & the sweet little bean dropped a couple deuces in the potty..maybe there wasn't enough fanfare because she has now begun to demand a diaper for pooping purposes...she retreats and returns shortly after "mama, I go poop"...excellent, the highlight of my day is wiping stinky butt & doing my best to wrap up the mess without having it hit the air or eyes for too long. ick.
This morning I was dropping my own business & Ms. Can Never Give Me a Single Moment of Peace sauntered into the bathroom as if to say 'what's going down in here, what am I missing out on' and stopped in her tracks "Mama, You Go Poop, YUCK!" and she began gagging. Seriously,'re gagging? What the heck is that all about #1 MY poop smells like lilacs on a breezy Spring morning, #2 on the big girl potty I can courtesy flush, #3 at least she doesn't have to wipe MY butt & yes, EVERYONE POOPS.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

a today like yesterday & a tomorrow similar to today

Most of my days are piggy backed hours of incomplete thoughts..the rising and setting of the sun my only signs it's a new day of the same, scribbling lists, laundry, making sense of a toy cluttered house, art projects, nursery rhymes, alphabet singing, counting fingers & toes, in, day out... so what the heck could I have to offer by sitting down behind this screen and making a part of my drib drab life public?  Nothing. Ha-Ha-Ha.  Gotcha!  Me dropping crumbs about my boring day, with any luck a few readers eating them along the way....this could get entertaining, a bloggy Hansel & Gretel.  Ooooh, I wonder who the witch would be?   Last night when I scuffled into the bedroom eager for my head to melt into the coolness of an untouched pillow case the husband may have mumbled witch to me, or something along those lines.  I was attempting to set the alarm clock...FOR HIM, & in the dark my fingers fumbled knocking a pair of plastic binoculars to the could that be, our sweet pea would never litter the house with her toys & crash again, a plastic blow dryer smashes to the floor and then came the grumblings from the heap beneath the blankets.  Afterwards I was too annoyed to fall asleep so, I lay there listening to him huff, puff and sigh & thought about what I should blog about today if today were the day I found the time to sit behind the screen and ramble some thoughts. I guess I must have been too tired to retain the ideas because it's mostly like a dream I don't remember now...then again, after most days of parenting the child, dog and sometimes husband.. I'm left numb, my brain frazzled with only crumbs to offer...sometimes tasty, other times stale.