Thursday, May 28, 2009
This kid is sick...
Britain's Got Talent 2009 Aidan Davis Dancing -
Self taught too. Craziness. With formal training and a few years, this kid could take over the dance world...for sure!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Boogie...ism
Boog's latest installment of new fantastical sentences is...
I nah talkin you ahymoe today.
Translation...I'm not talking to you anymore today.
He lied. He talked to me right after he told me he wasn't going to. With some parents, this would hurt their feelings. Not me. Don't threaten me with a good time!
I nah talkin you ahymoe today.
Translation...I'm not talking to you anymore today.
He lied. He talked to me right after he told me he wasn't going to. With some parents, this would hurt their feelings. Not me. Don't threaten me with a good time!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Three going on thirty
WARNING: This story gets pretty nasty...it contains a lot of poop references.
Boog is one of those three year olds that wants to do everything himself. In his mind he is a grown up stuck in the body of a preschooler.
He drives me so crazy some days that I wonder if he weren't switched at birth. The other two didn't do half the stuff this kid does. He makes me feel like he is my first born and that I'm learning how to be a parent all over again.
The latest is his pooping. Yes, his pooping. He easily day trained. Never had a problem with accidents or anything like that. When he has to go, he goes. Up until a few weeks ago he didn't mind telling me when he was done. I'd come in, wipe his butt and be done with it.
Until yesterday. I walked into what I think would have been the scene from Daddy Daycare when Eddie Murphy walks into the bathroom after the little boy went poop. They didn't show the mess but you could see it in Eddie's face that it was nightmarish.
I heard Brudder hollar that Boog made a mess. He made a mess alright. He held it for so long that he barely made it to the toilet. Actually he made it to the toilet and his underwear. It wasn't a diarrhea incident but it was a mushy poo incident. It was all over the place. His underwear, the SpongeBob toilet seat, the main toilet seat, the floor, his legs...EVERYWHERE. I freaked the eff out.
I don't mind changing baby poo. I don't mind wiping preschooler poo. What I do not like is walking into the bathroom and my kid looking like he took a bath in shit. I freaked, he freaked, I cleaned him off, threw him in the shower and started cleaning dookie off the toilet, the floor and his clothes.
Meanwhile he is yelling at me that I am a mean mommy. I did yell and almost have a heart attack at the site of the amount of poo. It was gross. It was disgusting. After the whole incident, I calmed down about it and told him he was to never, ever try and wipe himself again when he has mushy poo.
Well...it almost happened again today. This time he only got it on the tag of his underwear. I caught him with a wad of toilet paper in his hand about to do it again. I need to look into hiring someone that can be on permanent shit patrol.
Boog is one of those three year olds that wants to do everything himself. In his mind he is a grown up stuck in the body of a preschooler.
He drives me so crazy some days that I wonder if he weren't switched at birth. The other two didn't do half the stuff this kid does. He makes me feel like he is my first born and that I'm learning how to be a parent all over again.
The latest is his pooping. Yes, his pooping. He easily day trained. Never had a problem with accidents or anything like that. When he has to go, he goes. Up until a few weeks ago he didn't mind telling me when he was done. I'd come in, wipe his butt and be done with it.
Until yesterday. I walked into what I think would have been the scene from Daddy Daycare when Eddie Murphy walks into the bathroom after the little boy went poop. They didn't show the mess but you could see it in Eddie's face that it was nightmarish.
I heard Brudder hollar that Boog made a mess. He made a mess alright. He held it for so long that he barely made it to the toilet. Actually he made it to the toilet and his underwear. It wasn't a diarrhea incident but it was a mushy poo incident. It was all over the place. His underwear, the SpongeBob toilet seat, the main toilet seat, the floor, his legs...EVERYWHERE. I freaked the eff out.
I don't mind changing baby poo. I don't mind wiping preschooler poo. What I do not like is walking into the bathroom and my kid looking like he took a bath in shit. I freaked, he freaked, I cleaned him off, threw him in the shower and started cleaning dookie off the toilet, the floor and his clothes.
Meanwhile he is yelling at me that I am a mean mommy. I did yell and almost have a heart attack at the site of the amount of poo. It was gross. It was disgusting. After the whole incident, I calmed down about it and told him he was to never, ever try and wipe himself again when he has mushy poo.
Well...it almost happened again today. This time he only got it on the tag of his underwear. I caught him with a wad of toilet paper in his hand about to do it again. I need to look into hiring someone that can be on permanent shit patrol.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I'm wet and I don't like it
My blogging has really stunk lately. I still need to post some pics from our Disney trip. It's been raining for the past few days which to me is a lifetime. It's dark. It's ugly and it isn't giving me the warm fuzzies.
Brudder is missing out on practices that the whole team needs for the upcoming All-Star tournament. It is in less than two weeks. I'm not having positive vibes about it. Since I am such an amazing, wonderful, fearless leader, I was mominated to be the team mom for the All-Star team. Yay! I'm jumping for joy. I really do not mind doing it during regular season but for All-Stars it is a pain. I am responsible for raising money, getting bat bags and helmets bought and all kinds of other exciting stuff.
Good news though...We are taking a vacation this year. A real one. Out of state. In July. So excited.
So anyway...rain, rain, go the heck away. I'm over you and your grayness and wetness. I don't want to play anymore!
Brudder is missing out on practices that the whole team needs for the upcoming All-Star tournament. It is in less than two weeks. I'm not having positive vibes about it. Since I am such an amazing, wonderful, fearless leader, I was mominated to be the team mom for the All-Star team. Yay! I'm jumping for joy. I really do not mind doing it during regular season but for All-Stars it is a pain. I am responsible for raising money, getting bat bags and helmets bought and all kinds of other exciting stuff.
Good news though...We are taking a vacation this year. A real one. Out of state. In July. So excited.
So anyway...rain, rain, go the heck away. I'm over you and your grayness and wetness. I don't want to play anymore!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
I'm way to hooked for this to be normal...
Twilight. Need I say more?
When I first heard of all the hype around this, I thought people were seriously insane. Vampires? Werewolves? Come on! I did a minute of research and found out that it was a series of teen novels. Teen novels. As in, I'm twenty nine years old. I should be reading something more sophisticated with stuff to do about retirement or something. (not that that would even peak my interest)
I fought the good fight. I didn't give in. I heard about the movie coming out. Didn't even want to see it...
I lost my battle. My strength crumbled. I bought the first book in March. It's the beginning of May and I am almost finished with the fourth book. I have seen the movie. More than once. I even pre-ordered it thinking that since I was so in love with the series, everyone else would be too. They would buy every last one during the midnight release and I would never be able to see it. That was a fail. I bought it at Walmart and there were plenty.
I am in love. Not freaky, obsessed in love but like in love. The writing is good. In my opinion it isn't just for the teenage audience that it is intended to be for. It is for anyone that enjoys excellent writing. I could never do Harry Potter but Twilight...
It has my heart. November is the second movie release. I'll be one of the freaks waiting to see it opening weekend. I won't dress up or anything too overboard. I will throw punches over theater seating if I have to though!
When I first heard of all the hype around this, I thought people were seriously insane. Vampires? Werewolves? Come on! I did a minute of research and found out that it was a series of teen novels. Teen novels. As in, I'm twenty nine years old. I should be reading something more sophisticated with stuff to do about retirement or something. (not that that would even peak my interest)
I fought the good fight. I didn't give in. I heard about the movie coming out. Didn't even want to see it...
I lost my battle. My strength crumbled. I bought the first book in March. It's the beginning of May and I am almost finished with the fourth book. I have seen the movie. More than once. I even pre-ordered it thinking that since I was so in love with the series, everyone else would be too. They would buy every last one during the midnight release and I would never be able to see it. That was a fail. I bought it at Walmart and there were plenty.
I am in love. Not freaky, obsessed in love but like in love. The writing is good. In my opinion it isn't just for the teenage audience that it is intended to be for. It is for anyone that enjoys excellent writing. I could never do Harry Potter but Twilight...
It has my heart. November is the second movie release. I'll be one of the freaks waiting to see it opening weekend. I won't dress up or anything too overboard. I will throw punches over theater seating if I have to though!
Monday, May 4, 2009
So I guess I'm it!!
Per Anna, I'm tagged!
8 Things
8 Things
8 Things I'm looking forward to:
8 Things I did yesterday:
8 Shows I watch:
8 Favorite warm weather activities:
8 Favorite Happy Things:
- Dinner with Gram for Mother's Day on Wednesday
- Tyler's baseball tournament on Saturday
- Austin coming home for the summer!!!!
- My mom coming to visit in July
- Our Tennessee vacation in July
- Tyler's 8th birthday
- Like Anna, the New Moon movie in November
- Holidays
8 Things I did yesterday:
- Woke up
- Took a shower
- Got dressed
- Went to work
- Worked
- Came home
- Read a bunch of chapters in Breaking Dawn
- Went to bed
- Go to Hawaii
- Go to Ireland
- Get in gear and finish school
- Get a new job
- Move out of state
- Have another baby (maybe)
- Not have a headache daily
- Not have so much stress all the time
8 Shows I watch:
- One Tree Hill
- 90210
- Super Nanny
- Wife Swap
- Little People, Big World
- Jon & Kate Plus 8
- 18 Kids & Counting
- So You Think You Can Dance (my summer show)
- Halo
- Boom Boom Pow
- Badfish
- Lucky
- Sweet Sweet Baby
- We Made You
- I Run To You
- Skinny Love
8 Favorite warm weather activities:
- Baseball
- Water Park
- Sunbathing
- The Park
- Playing outside with the boys
- Flea Market
- Lake or Beach
8 Favorite Happy Things:
- My kids...always
- The husband
- My only female ally, My pooch Allie
- Sleeping in
- Reading
- Music
- Shopping
- Doing something new
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Nudist in the making...maybe
Boog is a weirdo. Lucky for him, he is my weirdo and I just go with his so called free spirited attitude.
I came home from work tonight and walked into post shower time. He walked out of the bathroom, sopping wet rambling something about something. I changed clothes, turned around and the kid was sitting butt naked in my computer chair, still sopping wet. He told me he wanted to play solitaire but he didn't know where solitaire was on the puter.
A photo image would be way better for this post but I'm not about being arrested for child porn so you'll just have to envision your own kid sitting butt naked in a computer chair, sopping wet talking about wanting to play solitaire.
The weird thing about Boog is he is either all about clothes or none at all. After bath time he will run around naked all night if I would let him. But the one time I wanted to put him in bed without pants on and just a shirt, I thought the world was about to be flooded over with anguish because of a major pandemic like the swine flu. Nope, no global crisis, just a little kid that doesn't want to go to bed without pants on. He didn't understand when I tried to explain that some kids don't even get underwear let alone an entire outfit to wear all the time, especially to bed. In my defense, I was way behind on laundry and all his pajama bottoms were dirty. Lucky for me, his brother just outgrew some clothes that fit him.
At this point I'm not sure he'll join a nudist colony but I can definitely see a few college days of toga parties gone wild.
I came home from work tonight and walked into post shower time. He walked out of the bathroom, sopping wet rambling something about something. I changed clothes, turned around and the kid was sitting butt naked in my computer chair, still sopping wet. He told me he wanted to play solitaire but he didn't know where solitaire was on the puter.
A photo image would be way better for this post but I'm not about being arrested for child porn so you'll just have to envision your own kid sitting butt naked in a computer chair, sopping wet talking about wanting to play solitaire.
The weird thing about Boog is he is either all about clothes or none at all. After bath time he will run around naked all night if I would let him. But the one time I wanted to put him in bed without pants on and just a shirt, I thought the world was about to be flooded over with anguish because of a major pandemic like the swine flu. Nope, no global crisis, just a little kid that doesn't want to go to bed without pants on. He didn't understand when I tried to explain that some kids don't even get underwear let alone an entire outfit to wear all the time, especially to bed. In my defense, I was way behind on laundry and all his pajama bottoms were dirty. Lucky for me, his brother just outgrew some clothes that fit him.
At this point I'm not sure he'll join a nudist colony but I can definitely see a few college days of toga parties gone wild.
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