June 30, 2009 12:01 am
Words heard from my two year old this week (as I pulled up to the Checkers Drive-Thru): “Can I please have a large Coke and a large Diet-Coke? Thank you!” Uh, yeah.. my two year old ordered my daily fix from the back seat. Do you think Mommy has a little problem?
Yesterday at Gymboree, Graham became smitten with a tween girl who was there with her younger sibling. He followed her around so much that I thought she might slap him with a restraining order. Every time the girl said hi to Graham, he snorted like a pig. Obviously, his mackin skills need some practice. Do they still say “mackin”?
I decided to break out our never-before-used Neti Pot during last week’s heinous sinus infection. Jamie stood by for the inaugural usage and basically stared me down the entire time. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the water filter and what I saw was not pleasing. Jamie was so intrigued by the whole process that he took the next turn while I played spectator. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
I’ve changed the name from Neti Pot to Snot Pot. It seemed like a practical decision and you’re welcome to add that little gem to your vocabulary if the mood strikes you.
Over the weekend, I killed a black widow spider on my patio. A fucking deadly spider on the patio where my children play. That fucker was on the door handle and I noticed it as I was reaching to open the screen door. I then googled “black widows” and spent the rest of the day freaking the fuck out over the possibility of my kids getting bitten.
We went to a wedding on a cruise ship yesterday morning. I was initially perturbed since it was on a Monday and we had to board at 10:30 for a 1PM wedding but then I settled into the idea of free buffets and no kids. I ate like a mofo and could barely suck in my stomach while I sat through the ceremony. Cruise ships ROCK. I’ve never been on one before but I think I’m in love.
I’m pretty sure Jamie is turning into a bloggy-attention-whore. The other day he said something funny (I’m not even going to tell you since that would be enabling him) and then proceeded to tell me I could blog about it. He thinks I need him for material. Ha.
I hate the chicken dance but somehow that stupid song slipped its way onto one of our kid’s music CD’s and both kids go absolutely insane when it comes on. We’ve been playing it about six thousand times every night before bed while the four of us dance our asses off like lunatics. We do this in Graham’s room which provides the neighbors with an excellent view. Stop on by for tomorrow’s show.
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