Breakfast Conversation.

Raisins were the topic of conversation this morning at the breakfast table. Big Daddy thought he could out smart his son:

Big Daddy: Oh Donny, I have some really big raisins for you!

Donny: Dad, they're called prunes.

Big Daddy: (silence)

I'm Here.

Abigail has finally started sleeping in her bassinet. We have noticed she sleeps with one arm in the air. I think she wants us to know, I'm here and don't forget about me.

THAT Mother.

It's official!!! I have become THAT mother. The mother who lets her son do basically anything in playgroup. Now don't get me wrong, I won't allow him to hurt others or put himself in danger. The big problem today was the slide. I allow Donny to go down the slide any way he chooses minus running down. I must let everyone know that Big Daddy has been taking Donny every week since Abigail was born. By the way, the mothers were quite disappointed to see me today. I was not aware of the other mother's feelings concerning the slide. On your tushy only! Since every child was being scolded for going down on their tummy (following Donny's lead), I told Donny tushy only. The instructor overheard me and then proceeded to give me a lecture, nice but firm, on the advantages of letting Donny go down the slide anyway he wanted. Adventure is beneficial to young children and so on. I looked around to see if the other mothers were listening to this valuable and important information, not one. I tried to tell the instructor that I don't mind, but I didn't want the other children to get in trouble. She was understanding, but failed to tell the other mothers slides are for fun. Now I'm in a pickle. Do I allow Donny to go slide wild or do I conform to the others?

Mommy's Little Helper.

Trying to clean the house is a very difficult task when your little helper follows you around. Today while putting the laundry away, I heard, "Mommy I helped you." "You did? How did you help me?" "I put soap in the machine." I can confirm he poured soap into the machine. A quarter bottle of soap to be precise. Fearing a repeat of the Brady Bunch episode when Bobby tries to wash his clothes, I soaked up most of the liquid with a towel. Since I purchased the 3x concentrated, I'm pretty sure I have enough for four loads in one towel. Anyone need a helper?

A Big Band-Aid.

Sitting in the naughty spot can be quite boring. Luckily for my son, he happened to have a "big Band-Aid" with him the other day. I'm not quite sure when he found this item or where he had it hidden. "Mama look I put a big Band-Aid on the floor for you." Curious to see what he could possibly have down while sitting in one place, I broke my naughty spot rules and gave him my attention. Well, said Band-Aid was in fact, a super long Always maxi pad slapped on the linoleum floor. I had to laugh a little, that is until I try to pull it off the floor. The glue strip that never seems to work when it should, pulled up the corner of the tile. Big Daddy and I have discussed a new kitchen floor many times, who know it might actually happen because of a maxi pad incident?

Hold the Sesame.

Last night I made Soba noodles with soy sauce, sesame oil and toasted sesame seeds for dinner. An hour later I realized that I was most likely allergic sesame. I opened the bottle of Benadryl and chugged. Big daddy was away for the night. Nothing ever happens when he is here. Did I mention the roads were covered with ice? After a few phone calls and debating whether to call 911, my wonderful neighbors came to my rescue. Two hours in the ER and a new Epi-pen later, I am feeling much better. No more sesame for me.

Storm Watch

Noon-Snow has changed to ice.

9:00 A.M.

Babies and the Elderly

What is it with the elderly and babies? I made a quick stop at the market today. I noticed someone following me in the produce isle. Abigail was in her car seat on my arm. I turned around and there was a little, elderly woman nose to nose with Abigail. "He's so cute and quite!" I smiled and told the woman that SHE was very sleepy. I moved over to the tomatoes when I heard someone asking, "What aisle did you get that in?" Now there is an elderly man peering into the car seat. Once again, "What aisle did you get that in? He's cute." Now I'm a bit frustrated, I just smiled and said SHE was sleepy and have a good day. I don't understand the confusion. Abigail was wearing her pretty hat. I don't think she looks like a boy.

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Cuckoo

Governor Rod Blagojevich of Illinois has been declared "cuckoo" by the Chicago mayor and I have to agree. The Governor called a press conference today to explain why he wouldn't be at Monday's proceedings. He seems to have forgotten that he tried to sell a senate seat and shake down a children's hospital. What an ego!!! I think he must live in his own little world. Blagojevich spent most of the press conference speaking about all the good and noble things his has accomplished. Who is he speaking to, a future jury pool? He began with a long cowboy/steers scenario. I was so lost. If I were a resident of Illinois I would be incredibly angry. Just leave!! What an ass! I just realized this post is just as confusing as his press conference and I am sorry.

My Country Tis Of Thee

Today we were listening to the inauguration on the radio as we drove home from preschool. Aretha Franklin was singing My Country Tis of Thee. Apparently, Donny didn't care for her rendition. He told me to turn off the "loud music" before I got into a car accident. Sorry Aretha, I have to agree, it was a bit much.

Jam

Donny: Mama is jam kinda like syrup?
Mama: Yes, they are both sweet.
Donny: I'm sweet too!

Winter is still here...

Looks like we are staying home again today. Cabin fever is slowly taking its toll. Oh, how I long for the warm beaches of the Gulf.

A look back...

My mother asked me to post the following video. She seems to find this quite funny. She is laughing at me. I am reminded of Senior pictures. Mine were awful! Melissa and I were so excited. We went to Images one day after school to see our proof books. I can't remember who went first but I do remember we couldn't believe what we saw. I told the photographer several times I don't do serious. My "serious" pose looked as if someone had made me angry. I think I went overboard on the serious. Poor Melissa had static, her hair was standing on end. We left the studio quite deflated. To this day, the photo of me on my mothers mantel is one of the "serious" poses. "That is the look you are always giving me, I love it."

Here it is, please be kind:

Who's paying for this?

Yesterday I received a text message from kellyxdean. There are only two people who text me and since kellyxdean is neither you can only imagine my excitement. Who could this be? I scrolled down only to find that I could receive 75% off all Ed prescriptions + more. I am now being harassed via texting. My home phone isn't enough? What really makes me angry is the fact that I am paying to be harassed. Someone is getting a phone call, maybe I'll start calling/texting kellyxdean.

What did you learn today?

Each time we drive home from school, I ask Donny about his day. The only information I receive concerns snack. Snack time must be his favorite activity. PRETZELS, GRAHAM CRACKERS, POPCORN, oh the joys of a good snack and a tiny cup of apple juice. I bring this up to point out all the amazing knowledge he learns and fails to tell us. Last week he rambled off the ABC's. I am assuming from the video below, the class is preparing for next weeks inauguration. For those of you who do not speak "Donny" he is reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.

Quote of the day...

Donny to Daddy..."I will not be shushed!"

Zucchini Bread

Yesterday, I baked a zucchini bread and was cooling said bread on the counter. Donny told me he was going to take a piece. I told him not to touch the bread. A few moments later he returned with spoon in hand and chewing. After several minutes in the naughty spot, he asked why he was being punished. I reminded him he was told not to touch the bread. He replied, "I didn't touch the bread, the spoon did."