"Mom... I wiped my boogers on your pillow"
SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
I'm not certain how to respond.. should I freak out? Should I get mad? Should I laugh? Should I say thank you? Should I throw the pillowcase away?
Instead I asked "why?"
"well, it's really yucky"
"what is? My pillow or your boogers?"
"my boogers"
"So then....Why would you wipe boogers on my pillow if it's yucky?"
'Well (enter big grin) it's okay. I'll just lay on it."
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I will look on the bright side.
At least it wasn't poop.
The End.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Sometimes I wonder
This post has no pictures. You will thank me later.
Middle was stayed home from school today. We pulled up at drop off and she exclaims from the back seat "I don't think I feel very good." I glance back and besides the panic in her eyes, her lips have turned pale. This is classic Middle code that her body has betrayed her and somewhere in the day before she didn't eat enough and now is going to pay the price in form of vomiting and dry heaving. This has been her life cycle since she was two.
I'm so used to it, that I asked her to put her sweatshirt on her lap and if she was going to puke, to puke in the sweatshirt. Not trying to be insensitive and shitaki,but seriously, I was not feelin clean up on aisle 7. Besides puke+75 degrees... trapped in a car.... the stuff of nightmares. My nose would never forgive me.
She lays around all day, and has a drink around 1:00. And promptly pukes all over the dining room chair. While I turn around to get a paper towel, she proceeds to stagger into the living room like a wild hair barfin' monster and yak all over the stuffed chair in the living room.
Why?
I banished her to the bathroom floor, laying on a towel. Cuz I'm a mean mom like that. The cats, the 3 year old, the ever loving stench of curdled breakfast.... I pretty much curled up into a ball and banged my head against the wall. Seriously disgusting.
She is fine now, btw. My nose is in a permanent scrunched up position, but I'm good too.
Puke-nasty.
Middle was stayed home from school today. We pulled up at drop off and she exclaims from the back seat "I don't think I feel very good." I glance back and besides the panic in her eyes, her lips have turned pale. This is classic Middle code that her body has betrayed her and somewhere in the day before she didn't eat enough and now is going to pay the price in form of vomiting and dry heaving. This has been her life cycle since she was two.
I'm so used to it, that I asked her to put her sweatshirt on her lap and if she was going to puke, to puke in the sweatshirt. Not trying to be insensitive and shitaki,but seriously, I was not feelin clean up on aisle 7. Besides puke+75 degrees... trapped in a car.... the stuff of nightmares. My nose would never forgive me.
She lays around all day, and has a drink around 1:00. And promptly pukes all over the dining room chair. While I turn around to get a paper towel, she proceeds to stagger into the living room like a wild hair barfin' monster and yak all over the stuffed chair in the living room.
Why?
I banished her to the bathroom floor, laying on a towel. Cuz I'm a mean mom like that. The cats, the 3 year old, the ever loving stench of curdled breakfast.... I pretty much curled up into a ball and banged my head against the wall. Seriously disgusting.
She is fine now, btw. My nose is in a permanent scrunched up position, but I'm good too.
Puke-nasty.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Clothes Lovin
Let's pretend I don't wear my pajamas to take my kids to school. Because I do. Pajama pants, sweatshirt on the cold days... (I don't even put on a bra.) I am all kinds of slobby pulling up in the drop off line. Luckily I can toss them out the window and get home in about 5 minutes. One day I *almost* had to get out of the car. I was sweating, trying to pull my birds nest on my head into a ponytail.... You think I would have learned my lesson and fallen to my knees in gratefulness. But I didn't. I still treat drop off like I am on my way to a slumber party.
Let's check out how I would like to arrive at school.... in the morning.
All from Anthropologie. All super effin adorable! *swoon*
This makes me happy. Like roll down a grass hill, pick flowers in my bare feet happy.
I would like to make a nice dinner out of fresh garden vegtables, serve on white scalloped plates, wearing my vintage apron. and perhaps pearls. All because of this dress. It brings out the Suzie Homemaker in me.
This... this is riding a bike down a country road. With or without a sweater. But a flower in my hair, and a basket on my bike.
I need to get out of these jammies for reals. And get to shopping. I looove these.
The end.
Let's check out how I would like to arrive at school.... in the morning.
All from Anthropologie. All super effin adorable! *swoon*
This makes me happy. Like roll down a grass hill, pick flowers in my bare feet happy.
I would like to make a nice dinner out of fresh garden vegtables, serve on white scalloped plates, wearing my vintage apron. and perhaps pearls. All because of this dress. It brings out the Suzie Homemaker in me.
This... this is riding a bike down a country road. With or without a sweater. But a flower in my hair, and a basket on my bike.
I need to get out of these jammies for reals. And get to shopping. I looove these.
The end.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
bah humbugizzle
I realized in all my christmas craftiness, that I took no pictures. No pictures of my photobooks, no pictures of my aprons, dishtowels, pot holders, mossy oak and flannel rag quilts, strawberries,chocolate and pink minky "abby" quilt, nothing. I spent my days busy with my all star girlies in softball and soccer. And my 3 year old, who will tell you "it's all about me." Hilarious and inappropriate.
My camera died, and now I have a new one. One for new pics, new stories and 365 days of pictures. Which I've posted on my other blog, the original. I'm just going to put a pic I take each day on there.
And now, I need to go watch MADE on mtv. Because that's how I keep my youth.
My camera died, and now I have a new one. One for new pics, new stories and 365 days of pictures. Which I've posted on my other blog, the original. I'm just going to put a pic I take each day on there.
And now, I need to go watch MADE on mtv. Because that's how I keep my youth.
2010
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."
Neil Gaiman
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