feeding your kids like a bird?

so. this story was in the news...a few...weeks ago?  yeahhhhh i mentioned my writers block in my last blog right?  well, sometimes when i see funny stuff, or something funny happens, i write notes and get back to it later.  in this case A LOT later. whatever.

alicia silverstone was shown on the news feeding her son like a bird.  yes.  as in the food was in her mouth, then she spit the food INTO HER SONS MOUTH.

what. the. fuck? 

look, i am in no way saying that i am the worlds greatest mom by any means.  i yell sometimes.  i get very frustrated sometimes.  sometimes, i even SPOON food into my 2 year old sons mouth because hes being incredibly wicked stubborn and wont finish his peas but i know that if i PUT the peas into his mouth with his spoon...he will eat them. with gusto.  but what i witnessed this woman doing was just...gross. 

have i wiped snot from my sons nose? yes.  have i stuck my face near his butt to figure out whether or not hes shit his pants? yes.  have i wiped pee from his leg with my hand because it was the closest thing available while hes peeing into the toilet, and he ended up peeing on his leg instead, then washed my hands after? yes. have i gotten shit on my hand while trying to change his dirty underwear while we were potty training him? yes. are all of these things pretty friggen gross? yup, ill admit. with gusto.  they are ALL things that i honestly never thought that i would be doing while i was in that blissfully ignorant state of my first pregnancy.....but these things happen. 

but as much as i love my children with all my heart, i will never. feed. them. from. my. own. mouth.

well, maybe if it was the end of the world-apocalypse-type shit going on and i needed a way to feed princess or something. i guess someone can never really say "never."

so i will say that i would never do this on any regular, run-of -the-mill day.

a comment that one doctor had to say about this?  the human mouth is one of the dirtiest things in the world.

another comment?  what are you really doing for your kid? oh yeah, youre not helping him learn how to feed himself.  you know, thats a pretty important skill to have nowadays.

i dont care if your son likes the soup you were eating. get him a fucking spoon and teach him to use it.  who cares if the area surrounding you and your son gets covered in soup in the process?  trust me, he'll figure it out eventually.

the only other thing i have to say on this subject?  that if this is the new trend, well hell.....im way ahead of the friggen trend because to be completely honest with you, i was doing this shit when my son was about 11 months old.  this was the result.

nailed that shit. dead. on.

obviously im joking.  get a sense of humor.  S. and I actually teach our kids to feed themselves regardless of the ridiculously horrible end result.  was a bath necessary?  oh yeah.  there was no way that a washcloth was going to make a dent in that mess. 

but hey, thats parenting.

a disappointing start to the lawn/garage sale season

ive been suffering from major writers block lately....maybe not writers block...maybe...laziness?  maybe at the end of the night when the kids are sleeping id rather have a beer?  yeah, maybe.  maybe ill just completely blame pinterest.  yup.  that would make more sense.  if there is anyone out there that has not at least looked at this sight...well, im impressed by your will power. it is obviously a lot better than my own.  this sight can suck the living soul out of you..or at least it seems that way when you look up from your computer and realize that youve been looking at recipes and crafts that in all likelihood you will never do.  i justify my pinterest obsession by saying..."yes, i did make that one brussel sprouts dish, and it was amazing."  i should do more of these things that i pin.  so i will keep pinning on the off chance ill ever have the time to get around to it in between bottles and changing diapers and washing laundry and picking up the crayons that my son has yet again thrown all over the living room.

i will try harder to write more often.....

anyways.

last week as i was perusing the local online newspaper (in between pinning recipes for cheesecake) i came across the first major garage sale of the "season".  it was actually considered a "moving" sale...but oh holy god they had one item advertised that made my heart sing out for S. because he has been wanting this for so long...a chainsaw!!!  i almost woke him up...but refrained.  i knew he would be wicked excited, not only because he might be able to pick up yet another tool cheaply, but also because i know that he actually loves lawn sales as much as i do and its a major indication that summer is truly around the corner.  so i told him when he woke up.  his eyes lit up like it was christmas.  i swear to god.  soooooooo we planned all week to go to this lawn sale on saturday (thank goodness he had the day off!) even though the sale was officially starting at 8am (*gasp*).  on saturday morning, we all got up early (well, princess slept like her normal dead-log self, so we put her into her carseat and packed a bottle) and hit the road, picking up dunkin donuts on the way.  the dude was ecstatic to say the least.  hes as much a sucker for donuts as his dad is.  we got to that friggen lawn sale 10 minutes early...and everything was already GONE. including the much coveted chainsaw.  *tear*  not only was everything gone (except for some records, a bread machine, and some tupperware) but there were so many people there that we checked our car clock to make sure we werent late!  it was crazy!  im pretty sure that we werent the only family in the area eagerly anticipating the start of lawn sale season.  S. even went up to the couple who were selling everything and asked about the chainsaw.  this mans response?  "oh, people have been coming by all week.  it was one of the first things to go."  um. seriously?  how is it that you advertise something like this, then sell things during the week before the actual sale.  look, i understand that youre trying to make money and get rid of your shit because youre moving.  but, come on.  jeez.  he probably could have made more money if he set up some sort of auction for that freaking chainsaw.  we were so disappointed in this garage sale, that we drove around town for the next half hour or so hoping with all our hearts that someone else maybe, possibly, was having a garage sale too.  no such luck.  one of the good things about this major disappointment of a garage sale?  we were up so early that we got a ridiculous amount of random things done around the house that day. 

im pretty sure S. would have preferred the chainsaw. 

ridiculous potty training story involving poop and me laughing so hard that i cry

*WARNING*

*if you have any sort of issues with poop, or problems with, or aversions to poop stories, or a strong gag reflex, stop reading.  :P  *

although S. and i have been talking about potty training dude for some time now, we randomly decided last night to gird our loins and throw ourselves into the business at hand head first (could i have mentioned any more body parts in that sentence? probably. ).

now, we didnt EXactly decide to potty train this weekend "randomly"...it has been talked about and planned for quite some time now.  we had WANTED to train dude by the time he turned 2 (last november), obviously that didnt happen.  was it because we were scared of the situation?  was it because we knew we would be moving out of that apartment soon and didnt want him to regress with the move?  was it because we knew that princess would be born soon and we didnt want him to regress out of jealousy? sure. to all of those possibilites.  was it more likely that we were just unsure of ourselves and had no freaking idea what we were doing despite all of the friendly advice that has been given to us since dude was born? um, yes. 

so we talked, and talked, and talked to dude about potty training (not a good idea by the way, to say "potty train" because the only thing the dude would hear was "train" and think we were going to watch a train movie.  i suggest saying ""pee on the toilet" ).  we always asked the dude if he wanted to pee on the toilet, we bought some "big boy" underwear and showed them to dude, but the time never seemed right.

so we finally said "were doing this. starting first thing tomorrow morning.  thats it."  (the dude just turned 28 months, i think what we were mentally saying was: "its time." )  we asked the dude if he wanted to pee on the toilet like a big boy, he said "yeah" and it was a done deal (but honestly it would have happened even if he had said "no" HA.)

the beginning of the morning was rough.  the dude didnt like sitting on his brand new super ultra f*cking cool bought just for him "Cars" potty seat first thing in the morning, when he had just woken up, and hadnt even had the chance to cuddle with me on the couch for a few minutes.  i dont blame him, im pretty cranky in the morning too and im also awesome to cuddle with first thing in the morning...i mean, all the time.

after that, things progressed nicely, with some peeing in his pants problems (we got rid of diapers cold turkey, no pull ups) , and sitting on the toilet every 20 minutes or so, etc etc, honestly, things were going pretty good all things considered.  we thought it was going to be A LOT worse. 

then, i realized he had pooped while playing.

i automatically lay him down on the floor, this is what ive done for the past almost 2 years (like i mentioned before, we dont have the space for a changing table) got his pants off, then started to pull his brand new super ultra f*cking cool bought just for him monster truck underwear.  now, i thought this was going to be his run of the mill pretty hard poop.  but it apparently wasnt hard enough.  because as i was pulling his underwear down (remember, hes on his back) the underwear turned inside out and as they were at about his knees, and his legs are raised up in the air, the poop falls out of his underwear.

and lands on his shin with a juicy, loud SPPPPLATTTT. 

awesome.

in the 2 seconds this happened, my jaw dropped and i froze.  shocked that there was now a huge pile of poop on my sons shin.

during this situation, S. is sitting on the couch...he automatically starts laughing, i dont blame him.  i was already laughing at this point and dude is looking at me like, "what is so funny?"  im crying from laughing so hard at this point.  between my tears i see S. come over to help.  we both have wipes in our hands, dude now has poop on his opposite foot from being a squirm monster, i admit that i got poop on one of my fingers from trying to hold him still....the laughter and tears continued to flow freely. 

we all got cleaned up, got dude onto the toilet again, and continued with the potty training.

S.s suggestion?  that if dude poops his pants again, that we stand him UP to get his underwear off.

and weve laughed about it all day.  i guess when youre cleaning up pee and poop and doing laundry all day, and your day is set to a timer as to when you have to sit your kid on the pot again....you have to find something ridiculous to laugh about.  :)

When Do I Get to Throw a Tantrum?

our son, "the dude" is 28 months old....such a big boy, an awesome big brother, sweet, handsome.

hes also 2.  thats the crappy part.

the temper tantrums are starting to make me go insane, as im sure they are making S. go insane...at a slightly slower pace since he goes to work during the day.  the fact that he is going insane slower than i am will be good in the long run.  he will be able to stay with the kids while i crawl into a hole somewhere and curl into the fetal position and hum softly to myself.  no, no humming actually.  because probably any noise whatsoever at that point will send me down a spiral of tears and shaking.

im slightly exaggerating.  slightly.

like i have acknowledged before.  i GET it, i really do....i think maybe "god"  or whatever higher power there is up there, sends 2 year olds into our lives so that we will be able to deal with teenage girls at some point...either as the parent of one, or sibling, or whatever.  (i apologize to princess in advance, since i know shell probably read this when shes a teenager or something and will think "thanks a fucking lot mom".)  or maybe god put me through an emotional crappy point of life (being a teenage girl) so that i would be able to deal with my 2 year olds when they came around eventually.  whatever the case, i GET dudes emotions.  i know it sucks to feel like youre not getting any attention, i.e, theres a new baby in the house.  or when your show gets turned off, even though youre not watching it anymore....but you know, of course it makes sense to flip shit when your favorite movie gets turned off because youre in your bedroom playing with your cars instead of in the living room watching the movie and your mother would rather watch "days of our lives" instead of "cars" for the freaking 1000th time.....but i digress.  i understand that dude feels like he dosnt get enough attention from daddy when he gets home from work....it used to be daddy and dude time, but now sometimes daddy has to take princess so i dont shoot myself in the foot for an excuse to leave the house for a few hours. 

i feel bad for dude sometimes, seriously.  im sure its incredibly confusing to him to have so many changes in his life.  some days he is so incredibly sweet, waking up with a smile and a "hey mama" and he comes and sits with me on the couch, and dosnt make a ridiculous mess while eating breakfast.  then it all goes completely downhill.  downhill roller coaster fast.  ridiculously fast.  so that im standing there with my head spinning wondering where the hell my awesome son went and where the hell this demon child came from.  his head dosnt spin, but sometimes he spins in circles.  in the kitchen.  then chases the cat. jumps on her. pulls her tail.  i yell.  he cries.  rinse and repeat.  until about 5pm when daddy comes home.  then daddy takes my place while i sit outside chain smoking and contemplating curling up into the fetal position and humming to myself and dreading the fact that i have to go back inside to cook supper.

the most notable of these famous tantrums?  yesterday. definitely yesterday.  i have to be honest, i have completely forgotten why dude flipped out, but he did. it was bad.  so, we very calmly told dude that we werent mad at him or anything, but that he had to go into his room and sit on his bed until he calmed down and then we would have supper.  he didnt calm down.  the crying and screaming continued for a good ten minutes before i finally went in there because it was at the point that i was afraid he was going to make himself sick.  i know i have said before that we dont "coddle" dude during his breakdowns, but this was bad.  so i sat with him, was calm, tried to talk to him over the screaming, then finally gave up and just sat with him.  a few minutes later even S. came in.  we talked to him some more, tried to tell him again that we werent mad at him that he just had to calm down.  what finally got him out of this breakdown?  when i started telling him what we were going to eat for supper and i got the point of "biscuits."  honestly.  he heard the word "biscuits" and it was like the freaking faucet turned off and he did a complete 180 and got down off his bed calmly and walked into the kitchen.  what the FUCK?  my reaction?  "okaayyyyyy.   lets eat." 

my mom likes to tell stories of how, at dudes age, i, being the sweet, gentle, loving little girl i was (hahaha im exaggerating of course), would break into waterworks if my dad looked at me and said "______ eat your supper"  in the nicest, most loving way.  i would just break down, lose my mind at the dinner table.  is this payback?  im pretty sure that if my mom is reading this, she is nodding her head while very emphatically saying "YES" and laughing.  payback is a bitch, in case any of you out there didnt already know that.

back to my original question, when do i get to throw a temper tantrum? 
maybe if i ever get pregnant again? 
now im sure that S. is laughing at this point if hes reading this. 

last night princess went to sleep pretty hard, i was rocking her in her cradle until 11pm or so, then she was up at 3am (im pretty sure one of the cats woke her up and if i figure out which one i might kick it...no, i would never do that, jeez.  im just trying to make a point).  as im walking around the room trying to put on pajama pants in a blurry not quite awake fuzz, i can see S. sit up in bed, but its obvious he is no where near awake, im pretty sure he was sitting up with his eyes still shut. so i get the princess and bring her into the living room to change her diaper and make a bottle.  we use her pack and play as a changing table (lets be honest, there is no room for a changing table at this new place) and as ive got her all unwrapped i realize there are no diapers readily available in the pack and play....and that there is also an old diaper, all wrapped up, that S. didnt take care of when he changed her before bed.  i just about lost my damn mind.  i grab another diaper, throw the other one away, the whole time screaming at S. in my head because i didnt want to scare princess or wake up dude by screaming at S. out loud.  i get the bottle made, after i WASH one out, almost fall asleep while giving it to princess on the couch, then we do fall asleep on the couch, because it was almost 4am at this point and i didnt want to go back to bed and listen to S.s alarm go off at 4:30.  at about 5am S. gives me a kiss to say "see ya" because hes headed out the door, and apparently the look on my face was pretty bitchy because he says those magic words that usually will make any woman even MORE mad, "are you mad at me"  of course i say "yes"  at this point i have to give him credit, because even though he should be leaving for work, he sits down on the coffee table and asks me why.  i tell him.  im not nice about it.  he says, "ok.  have a good day ______"  and he leaves.  im pissed. angry. livid.  but for a split second im sad that i wasnt a little bit nicer about it because thats really not a good way to start the day, you know, listening to someone bitch at you as youre about to leave for work, or to be bitching at someone at 5am.  like i said, sad for a split second, then i fell back asleep.  when i woke up, i was mad again.  but after working out my frustrations by keeping myself really busy all day, and having numerous conversations with S. in my head in which i yell at him about everysinglefuckingthing he has ever done wrong....i calmed down.  and S. came home.  and weve had a good night, and talked about the situation a little bit, and cleared some things up.  and i even apologized for being a bitch.  but i didnt apologize for feeling the way i did, that would be silly. 

i kind of wish i had thrown a tantrum.  just a little. it seems like i have come to a point in my life, where even when its a little necessary that i lose my shit, i dont, because of the kids.  thats not fair in. the. least. 

i think i might have to pick up kickboxing or something. 
and pretend im throwing a tantrum while throwing punches.

im a jerk? no YOU"RE a jerk.

i swear to god.  when S. and i are playing around with dude, he tells us were "jerks"

this is, actually, hilarious to us.

you all might be wanting some explanation about this behavior....read on. 

are S. and i "traditional" parents?  um, maybe.  kinda. sorta?  whatever it is that we ARE classified as parenting wise, i wouldnt say that we are........"up to the times" ?  "current" ?  whatever you might call it.  yes, we yell at dude (and im VERY sure we will yell at princess too), dude has been spanked, he has been put in time out, we dont discuss his feelings for long periods of time when he throws a temper tantrum....he is told to go chill out by himself somewhere and he can come back to the group when hes sufficiently chilled out.  he is made to eat all of his meal, whatever it may be, he is in no way coddled....well, you know, unless hes actually hurt.  but if hes told a hundred times to say, not run in the kitchen, but he does and he slips on the rug and he falls and busts his butt, our reaction is something along the lines of, "are you ok? you are? well, we TOLD you not to run in the kitchen...how did that work out for you?"  all said while we continue to do what we were initially doing.  are we heartless? not in any way whatsoever, we love dude like crazy and are continuously talking about how awesome he is.  but he IS 2, and he needs to figure some of this shit out himself.

other examples....we have told him hes a brat, a booger, that hes a poopy head and that he stinks when he has a shitty diaper (and he laughs. just so you know).  S. and dude play really rough, pretend slapping each other, rolling around and wrestling, and one of S.s favorite things to say to dude?  "youre a jerk."  quite a few months ago, dudes response started to be, "no, youre a jerk."  with a huge smile on his face.  needless to say, S. laughed hysterically and its become their "thing". 

dude is a total sweetheart, cuddles with both of us all the time, says "sweet dreams, love you" on his way to bed,  when he accidentally hits me he says "sorry mama" as he kisses whatever part he hit, he kisses and hugs all of his toys, and his sister, the cats, and gives his "baby dinosaur a "pacifier" and carries it around like a baby. 

but there are other times that he is a total......guy.  one night, he was laying on the floor next to me, he rubbed my head and pushed the hair away from my eyes and said, "i love you mama"  and i got a little choked up.....i told him, "awwwee buddy, i love you so much, youre so sweet"  and he immediately said to me, "shut up. stop it."  my jaw dropped.  S. laughed. a lot.  i (gently) pushed my son, and told him he was a booger.  while i was smiling of course. 

are we possibly raising a boy that will give off major mixed signals to his lady friends? im a little concerned about it.  but at this point, hes so charming that he gets away with it.  dont worry ladies, ill make sure that he can do all the manly things around the house, and know how to clean the house, and he will in no way be an actual jerk to whoever is living with him.

 but for now, hes a jerk :)

ghost baby?

before you all freak out and get weird, finish reading the post.

something has happened a few times and its made me think.....  continue reading before you really freak out.

so, sometimes, randomly, i can feel a twinge in my belly that completely reminds me of when i was still pregnant and princess was kicking.  the most recent time it happened, i was laying on my stomach (which is silly, because when did i EVER lay on my belly while i was pregnat with either princess or dude?) and i KNEW that what i was feeling was my pulse because it was so steady, and, well, you just know its your pulse.  but it felt exactly like being kicked by your baby while pregnant.  i dont remember the other time quite as well, but i remember the feeling it evoked.  for a few seconds it was like i was pregnant again and i felt that same elation that is felt when you feel your baby moving inside of you. 

what is UP with this?

the feeling is so strong, that i kind of have to remind myself that princess is sleeping in her cradle, not in my belly.  i dont remember having any of these feelings after giving birth to dude.....but maybe i was so sleep deprived that i didnt notice anything.  im pretty sure that by this point, im used to the whole "no sleep" thing. 

is this a weird form of post partum depression?  is this something akin to "ghost limbs"? you know, when a person loses a limb, but can still feel it itch sometimes.  is my body somehow mourning the baby that could have been?  of course dont get me wrong, i LOVE princess with all of my heart, just like i LOVE dude with all of my heart, but isnt it true that the mother always vaguely mourns the baby that she could have had?  as in, my dude COULD have been a girl, whose hair i could put in bows....and princess COULD have been another boy that i could have dressed in ridiculous amounts of camo....

when i say "post partum depression" dont get me wrong....i have had no feelings of depression whatsoever, im so happy with my family and my babies, but.....i dont know, these weird kicking feelings in my belly are making me think hardcore.  is it my body telling me to have another baby?  am i crazy to be thinking this already at this point? um. yes. yes i am. and i know it.  S. would say the same thing and he is very firm on the idea of having no more kids.....but i definately get baby fever with these twinge/kick feelings in my stomach at random times of the day. 

my pregnancy with princess wasnt exactly "hard" or "complicated" but i know for a fact that many people, including S. and my parents are glad that its over...i was known to be a hardcore bitch this time around....personally, i think they thought this because 1) S. wasnt around while i was preggo with dude (he was serving a second tour in iraq)  and 2) i think my parents choose to NOT remember what it was like while i was living with them while preggo with dude.  but regardless, i was known to be a bitch, and emotional, you know, those normal pregnancy things.  i had WICKed acid reflux, and my back was sore all the time, and i was ridiculously tired because of the 2 year old in my life.  so when i think of all of those things, i also wonder if i DO want any more children (ive been known to say that i want 3 or 4).  approximately one day after princess was born i thought to myself..."wait.  shit.  i forgot about going through the "teething" thing again."  and i got REALLY scared and nervous and thought for a split second of sending her back. 

but then i looked at her face and wanted a hundred more just like her...and dude too.

am i doomed to always be thinking of "ghost baby"? 

do i want more children?  do i want to deal with the tiredness? the freaking craziness that is my house already plus MORE?  the diapers? the baby poop? burp cloths?  spending money on little girl tights, and bows, and little boy baseball hats, and formula, and plastic cups in bright rainbow colors? 

um. yes.  because that first time that that baby smiles at you breaks your heart.  thats why.


sooooo, ghost baby....will we ever meet?

long one

im starting this blog off, with a blanket ALREADY on me and covering my feet LOL

i definately need more coffee though and should have thought to refill my cup before getting comfortable..and letting princess fall asleep on my chest LOL  shes such a cuddle bunny :D  S. and i love it  <3

it may not be a huge thing to some people, to some it may be a common occurance, but you know, S. and i dont go out to breakfast very often, its one of our ways of saving money, annnnd i have no problem whipping up pancakes or cinnamon rolls or eggs, etc on the weekends, i actually really enjoy it.....so when he looked at me on saturday morning, and said..."lets go out to breakfast..."  that was awesome :D  and we had a great breakfast too :)  we went to a local restaurant, and its funny because our old building managers wife works there, and she is absolutely in love with dude ( i mean really, who isnt?  except for k. and her mom LOL that will be explained laterrrr) so we spent a very pleasant morning laughing at dude flirting with her, and she cuddled princess for a while, then as we were leaving dude decided to tell everyone in the resteraunt "merry christmas"...  one at a time....as we were walking past their tables on our way out  lol  <3  its nice to hear "what a nice looking family"  from everyone <3

{{i started this blog monday morning, and i am just now finishing it, thats how crazy this week has been, so no, im not covered in a blanket anymore, but yes princess is cuddling on my chest because she just had lunch, and dude is watching "nightmare before christmas" :) }}

then S. and dude ran a bunch of errands including getting new tires put on the truck :)  i hung out with princess...it was a chill day .... then S. and i spent a while looking at pictures that night :)  we were laughing hysterically <3  we were up for a long time that night, for many reasons ;P

sunday princess was 3 weeks old!!!  ohhh how time flies :D  i did some grocery shopping, then cleaned the house like a whirlwind because . told me when i got home that "santa" would be making an appearance around 4 or so...yeah, you didnt know santa made appointments did you... LOL  and although dude isnt that fond of real santas...he apparently loves real santas that give him chocolate LOL offff couuuurse he does LOL  but he also got a very cool puzzle book and princess got a cute dress :)

ive been spending the week wrapping presents....theres a lot to wrap, and im thinking that the rest is going to be wrapped on christmas eve after dude goes to bed since he hasnt been taking naps..... *sigh* 

other things going on?

dude totally blew up my spot the other day....at supper time, dude and i recount our days activites for daddy, ex: dude tells him what he had for meals, if anyone came to visit, what we watched on tv, why mama put him in time out (LOL) {ive been doing this to work on dudes memory...)  now, i totally let dude watch things he wants to during the day...super why, sesame street, how the grinch stole christmas, etc, but there comes a point when i cant deal anymore, and i tell dude "its mamas turn to watch what she wants"  and yes, sometimes we watch soap operas....so sue me.... well, the other night, S. asked dude what he watched that day....dude said, very clearly, "waaatch...genral hospal"  *sigh*  S. looked at me...i burst out laughing...then explained the situation....whatever....dude and S. will both have to deal with the fact that i watch soaps LOL

im tired of everyone having snow except for us....we got stupid ass freezing rain yesterday.  it sucked.  yes, i find snow annoying when its march or april and we get another foot, but i dont think its too much to ask for, to have a few inches of white stuff on christmas......i know i know, were just never satisfied, either we dont have enough snow, or we just want it gone.


did i make a turkey dinner yesterday? uh yeah.  why the hell not? LOL it was goooooood :D  and i made mashed potatoes with parsnips, oh man, that was a great decision on my part!  S. and dude loved them too!!


missing children make me really sad.  and now that the craziness has made its way here....i think its time to move further into the woods....

we lost power again the other day, i have NO idea why.  but i will tell you that im getting incredibly annoyed with the electric company.  i do not like having to try and start the generator at 8 am, when its friggen freezing cold outside...i mean, it was one of the coldest days that weve had so far this winter, and our power goes out?  apparently it was out all over the place.  then the other night S. and i woke up in the middle of the night to find the power had gone out again!!  the stove had turned off and the house was freezing!!  WTF!!  thank god the power had already come back on and we were able to start the stove up quickly.  all of those conversations that S. and i have had about owning our own house and getting a federal grant to install solar panels is looking more and more like an awesome idea.

i have an appointment to get my hair done tomorrow!!  soooo excited :D

although i love that dude loves his show "super why" and that its obvious that hes learning a lot from it (he loves singing the ABC's and knows at least half of his letters)  i DO NOT like having the theme song to "super why" stuck in my head for hours on end.  thats all i have to say about that.

whats up with the recent moustache craze?  i dont understand it at all. 

i saw the other day, that my blog has had lots of views from RUSSIA of all places....wtf? really?  whatever.  thats cool LOL  but if youre in russia, and reading my blog, send me a message, id be interested to find out what the deal with this is LOL

updates with k. and her mom? 

 

remember how k. got her tonsils out last month?  her mom tells S. a couple of weeks ago, that there was a tumor in her tonsils, and they tested it, and everything is ok, but the doctor told k.s mom that it was most likely caused by chemicals that S. brought home on his clothes from when he was working with bombs in the Marine Corps.  wow way to go trying to blame S. when he hasnt even seen k. in how long??  didnt your second husband, who was also in the Marine Corps, work with planes? and most likely other chemicals?  wasnt your next boyfriend in the Marine Corps also?  what was his job? when did her tonsils start getting enlarged and needing to be removed?  recently right? yeah.....   then she tells S. that shes telling him about this because she wants him to be careful because she dosnt know what kind of stuff he works with now, and he should be careful because of dude and princess....yeah ok.  how about my children are none of your concern? :)

she also says..."what are you getting k. for christmas?"  S. tells her hes all set with ideas from her, because we already got her some things....she says..."oh ok because i had a really good idea for something for you to get her...but i forgot..."   way to go making yourself look stupid and wasting our time on an absolutely pointless part of a conversation.

she asks what we got for k., because k. is in her custody and she, as the mom, has the last say on what k. gets to have...we tell her "dont worry about it"  she tells S. that shes going to open up the presents before k. sees them so that if theres anything in there that she, the mom, dosnt like, k. wont get it.  how awesome is that?  does she think we sent k. some deer meat or something?  what a bitch.

k. is now acting like a snot to dude as well as her father.  this past sunday she said to dude "why do you always want to talk to me?"  niiiice.  great manners.  be a snot to your little brother who is totally blameless in this situation, and who gets totally excited about talking to you.  im thinking ill stop asking dude if he wants to talk to k., theres no reason for it anyway, not until theyre older at least.

we got a package the other day from k. full of presents for S. and dude and princess.....my thoughts?  my kids wont be getting those presents, theyll be donated somewhere....theres no reason for them to have things that im sure k. didnt even pick out herself...they can exchange presents when they get older, if they want to, when they know the whole situation.....

thats it for now....maybe i should eat some lunch?  ehhhhh i guess so....hopefully S. actually gets to leave work early today!!  yeah for christmas vacation!!  :D  were so excited to see everyone, and have our tree with our kids!!  :D