Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thankful

I'm thankful for...
him


and them.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thursday, November 19, 2009

He's his father's child

Everyone, who is a mother to a toddler, knows that when there is "silence", there is trouble.

That's right people.
That's my kid. Digesting lotion.
He is his father's child.
Need I say more?
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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Just call me 'Grace'

If someone were to ask me if I considered myself to be a klutz, I would have to respond, "No. I manage to avoid most incidents that require physical ease and grace in my movements." (okay. I probably wouldn't answer exactly that way.)

I mean, I've never broken any bones. I never had to have stitches... until I gave birth for the first time. (Yowzaa!) I've never had a black eye. Or even a sprain, strain, or odd pain from the result of a trip, run-in, or fall. Yup. Pretty much, klutz free.

Until today.
It all came flooding back to me, as I stumbled onto the asphalt head first, with my child in tow. In front of many bystanders. In front of a busy store with people of all sorts.


SPLAT!

As I was picking up my baby, inspecting for damages, it was at that moment that I realized I had encountered this very same scenario at least 3 times before, with my oldest "fruit of my loins".
I blame it all on my bulky, substantial chest. I'm like a Weeble Wobble. Top heavy, with minuscule feet to carry the load.

(the resemblance is uncanny!)

Between carrying a child, shopping bags, purse, a beverage and walking...disaster was bound to happen.

But yet, I still did not learn the first time I fell 11 years ago.

My toddler is more than capable of holding my hand and walking along the side of me. Heck he'll even carry a light bag for me! But, ohhhh noooo! I needed to get things done quickly! I needed to do it myself!

Sometimes it takes a knock (literally) to my head to make me realize, that I can't do it ALL and I most definitely can not do it alone.

And that's okay. Cause I've got these three guys in my corner.


(Awwwwwww)


"The red coats are comin'! The red coats are comin'!"

This guy is ready to bare arms, anytime, anywhere, for me.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Thanksgiving Banner


I'm lovin' these cute banners! What more can a gal want?
Cute saying....check.
Loverly ribbons....check.
Fun scrapbook paper....check.
I'm also lovin' this cute Thanksgiving banner, because it was so easy to put together! My sister-in-law, Kate, puts these cute banner kits together and sells them.

Love the pumpkin detail!
And the ribbons and cute scrapbook paper? Well, you might as well stick a fork in me! I'm done! I love it!
Thanks again Kate!
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Thursday, November 5, 2009

Help me! (whimpering)

I'm fully aware that I voice my daily struggles with Homeboy. But I just gotta tell ya... his lil shenanigans shock me each and everyday!

My friends often tell me two things:

1. "But he's sooooo cuuuuute!"

(yeah, I know.)

2. "Someday you will look back and laugh about this!"

(when? when, I ask!?!?!)

I've come to discover that there is a pattern with Homeboy's destructive behavior. Every other day, his calamitous behavior peaks.

Yesterday he hosed me down with the garden hose, as I was cleaning out the garage. Yup. In the face. Soaking wet. Twice.

(it took me a while to learn to turn off the water)

One half hour later, he emptied all of the toothpicks into my purse, on to the counter top, on the stove (even inside of the burners), and all over the floor.

He then decided to add alot of salt, pepper, and paprika. Although, most of the paprika ended up on his face and mouth.

And to tell you the truth, the salt and pepper thing happens at least once a week. Sometimes two. We're pretty use to it, around here.

After taking Homeboy off of the counter, I told him that he needed a bath. He had a layer of dirt, mud, and paprika all over him.

Well, he decided to start without me monitoring him.

(see that red splotch on the left side of his mouth? that would be paprika. yum.)


There was water EVERYWHERE! At least an inch on the floor! The rug was soaked! The drawers were filled with water! (see the toothbrush floating!) Three toilet paper rolls were destroyed!

All I could do was laugh. And take pictures to use as blackmail when he begins dating.

"Naughty Conner!"


Okay, he is cute.
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