Monday, January 30, 2017

Monkeying around...again.

Sam was a monkey again this weekend...all weekend.  He spotted the monkey suit hanging in his closet Saturday morning and there was no taking it off until his bath Sunday night.  His love of wearing the suit almost plays second fiddle to the reactions of people out and about when they see him.  Almost all adults at the very least give a broad smile and more often than not comment on how cute it is.  Kids seem to think it's terribly fun as well.  There was one little girl at the grocery store who hopped out of the cart she was riding in, proclaimed she was going to tickle him, and then took off down the aisle with him while they both squealed with joy.

While I really do enjoy seeing people think he's cute, my favorite part about this is Sam's inate need to narrate who does and who does not have a tail while he is wearing his monkey suit.  "He no has a tail.  He no has a tail either.  I has a tail.  She no has a tail."

Friday, January 27, 2017

Enough is Enough

"He's hungry for you arm Mama!  CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP!"

Yep.  Thursday was yet ANOTHER snow day.  I got my work done and the children are alive.  Shut your face about the state of the floor.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017


Sam claimed he was hungry this morning, but was turning down everything I offered, so I finally backed off and let him peruse the fridge.  That little stinker stood there picking up each item while saying, "No, nah, no, no, nu-uh." until I finally told him to close the damn door.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Witner Days Part Duex

Aaaaaaaaaaaand school was closed again yesterday.  For those of us counting, that makes two days in  a row that both boys were home with me and I had to work.  In the middle of winter.  For a company that makes heating equipment.

We made it through with the help of some neighbor friends, garage roller hockey, and some truly annoying videos that Sam promptly decided are the best thing since sliced bread.

But today, the clean up should probably happen.  This is the veiw from my chair:
Eh...I have a nice path to the door upstairs and that door closes all this crap down here.  Clean up schmean up.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Winter Days

Alex has off of school today.  I don't have off of work.  It'll be ok other than some mass brain cell wastage on video games.


Sam's daycare is closed today due to every drivable surface being covered in a nice layer of ice.  I don't have off of work.  This won't be ok.

When I said something about it being a tough day, Alex looked up from his cereal and said, "I'll do my best to keep him busy...I know how important it is for you to get your work done."

Awwww!  He can a sweet boy!

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Splish Splash

The boys all but refuse to bathe without each other.  On the one hand it's nice because I can scrub them during just one bath instead of two.  But on the other hand it is exhausting.  99% of the time, they are either so spazzy throughout the duration of the bath I end up yelling over a caucaphony of delighted squeals at least once about the amount of water on the floor, or they are fighting over toys.

But every once in a while, they are just two sweet brothers talking and playing in the bathtub together.

This Bitch

The dog and I are fighting.

It was one thing when she just had to go out at 12:45 this morning...and then another when she paced around the house click click clicking her way through the kitchen and bathroom ad nauseum until 3am when she HAD to go out again...only to pee on the carpet while I was taking Sam to then.  Then?  THEN.  While I was cleaning up her pee, she put her greedy little paws up on the kitchen table and STOLE THE CHUNK OF CHOCOLATE MUFFIN I WAS SAVING.


Monday, January 9, 2017

And again

Sam is proving he not only picked up on my weird idiosyncrasies, but he also is picking up on my language.  I thought I was being careful around him, but apparently not...

At pick up from daycare the other day I was told the lovely story of when a little girl in his classroom spilled her milk at the lunch table and my darling little boy looked at her and said, "Aww shit, Chez."

Yay for understanding context!  Boo for foul mouthed Mama.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

They get me. They really get me!

This birthday proved an awesome thing to me.  It once again showed me my friends and family really get me.  The coziest blanket ever, the crab dinner, the "Sorry, I'm not very good at people-ing" tshirt, the disco gnome, hilarious cards, my favorite chocolate, friendship, laughter, stories, and food. The gifts are all amazing, and it genuinely struck me how much it means when people do something they just know will make you smile.

And just when I didn't think the people in my life could understand me any better, this was delivered today:

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Acorn and OCD Tree

There are a few things in life I am particular about.  One of them is my closet.  I have all of my hanging clothes organized by color.  I didn't even really realize I did that until a friend went to grab a shirt to borrow and just stood there opened mouthed in disbelief.  It just makes sense to me.  And you better believe I love me a clearance section at Old Navy.

I didn't realize this sort of thing was hereditary, but last night while I was doing some dishes, I turned around to see Sam playing with his letter magnets...

Tuesday, January 3, 2017


Both boys have a love of blankets that barely rivals my own.  I would get irritated, but I can't.  I am hard pressed to buy 90% of the blankets I come across.  Money and husband judgment being the only things that stop me.  When Alex was younger, he had a herd of 4 blankets he kept status of at all times.  Brownie, Bluey, and the two Elephant Blankeys.  Now, given there were four, washing any one of them lent itself to a fairly easy process.

Sam?  Not so much.  He has a zillion blankets, but only one true favorite:  Blank.  It used to be a vibrant yellow and white plaid print and was given to Alex when he was a baby, but he never really took to it.  Sam is obsessed.  He goes no where without it; usually chewing on it.  It is now difficult to discern where the yellow ends and the white begins.  And while he likes his other blankets, he loses his ever loving mind when we have to wash Blank as the others are by no means a suitable substitute.
It took me a solid ten minutes to get him to leave the washer on Sunday afternoon.  No joke.