Thursday, May 31, 2007
So yesterday I noticed this strange smell when I was in the kitchen and I just thought I accidentally threw Justin's dirty diaper in the trash. The smell however got worse and when my husband and I got home from dinner last night it smelled god awful. This morning it smelled what can only be described as something crawled up somebodies ass and died but times 10! RIP stinky the mouse, you will not be missed and tell your other stinky friends to stay out from the cupboards, it's the point of no return for you and your little mouse friends.
Next week we are getting an AC unit so hopefully we'll be able to find their little entrance and plug it up!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
With that said happy birthday to my SoCalHusband! Love your SoCalWife!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
When I feed him he spits his food back at me and laughs, he'll even spit at me when I tell him not to do something. Evidently the purpose of food is not to nourish, but to see how far it can be thrown, to see how long it takes for mom to notice that noodle stuck to the wall behind the high chair, or to be used as face paint. The funniest thing is that after he eats he'll lay on the floor and pat his belly. I'm just waiting for the day he's sitting on the couch with the remote in hand and the other hand down his pants just like Al Bundy.
Not only is there the food but he learned from a very young age (in utero actually) what to do when he's bored, not bored or to kill a minute or two. That's right his teeny weenie is there for his entertainment. When I actually went for an ultrasound when I was about 5 months pregnant the ultrasound tech had a tough time trying to determine if he was a boy or a girl because he was busy playing with his teeny weenie. I had to roll onto my side while the tech pushed on the side of my stomach to get him to move his hand! And it hasn't stopped since, guess where his hand goes as soon as his diaper comes off and in the bath he'll play with the washrag with one hand while the other is otherwise occupied. Okay it's not really that bad, I exaggerate a little, but it does happen!
I guess it's time to take a deep breath and prepare myself for days full of mud, bugs and cooties.
Now I'm not complaining one bit about the Wiggles or the Doodlebops. Between you and me Disney Channel if I would have woken up one more time in the middle of the night saying that damn doodlebop pledge I think I would have run off to the looney bin.
Now PBS if we could do something about that crybaby called Caillou!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Me: "No Dylan I already washed your hands."
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I met Geni in 1999 when my uncle and her mom began dating. I loved her instantly she was so bubbly, happy and just beautiful person inside and out. When I was getting married I asked her to be one of my brides maids. She was surprised and told me "But I'm not really your cousin." I told her that was ridiculous: "Just because we are not related by blood doesn't mean you're not my family. You are my cousin in every sense of the word." My uncle and her mom got divorced before I got married so Geni told me that she felt she shouldn't be in the wedding because she didn't want it to be awkward. I tried to talk her into staying because she was still family to me and she would always be my cousin no matter what happened. She still felt it best to not be in the wedding.
When I learned on Sunday of her tragic death I was shocked and I still am. I just can't believe she's gone. We haven't talked for years, but for some reason on Saturday I started recalling times we spent together: horseback riding, the Del Mar Fair, the jokes and laughter we shared. It was almost as if my heart knew.
I love and will miss you so much Geni. So many people will miss your beautiful spirit. I will take comfort in knowing that the sky will be brighter tonight and every night because your star is shining so brightly.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Grandma: Dylan you need to listen to grandma.
Dylan: No, I listen mommy, I listen daddy, I no listen you!
G: Yes Dylan you need to listen to me (while trying not burst out in a fit of laughter I imagine).
D: No, I listen mommy, I listen daddy, I no listen you!
If this is any indication of the teenage attitude that's in store for me in the future, I think I'm in a lot of trouble.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Now my husband has a very large Italian family headed by Nana for whom the world needs to revolve around. Now I love Nana, she's a sweet lady, a little eccentric, but sweet. Last night was similar to all other Hometown experiences. Sometimes I feel like I'm Bill Murray in "Groundhogs Day" and I'm reliving Hometown every single day of my life. So here's how it all played out:
First there are at minimum 20 of us every time, and the first thing out of Aunt O's mouth is "I don't know why they don't take reservations! We have to wait at least 30 minutes and they won't let us call ahead to tell them that we're coming." While I'm thinking "Well why do we have to come here for every holiday? Of course we are going to have to wait it's 5:30 on MOTHER'S DAY!" Now there's no shock on the employees faces when we show up and say we want a table for 20+ because we always go to the same Hometown. They smile sweetly and usher us off to the side to wait. We either have to wait standing against the mirror by the salad bar, or down the hallway that leads to the restrooms. This is one of my favorite parts of the experience because we stand there watching other people get their food while they look at us like we're a family of circus side show freaks. Last night I watched a kid pick his nose and then grab some cherry tomatoes with the very same hand (mental note: no tomatoes on the salad tonight)! On one of the other previous outings when we were lined up down the hallway leading to the restrooms the kids were applauding as people exited the bathroom. Yeah, we're a classy bunch.
Now of course we have to wait a little longer because we have to wait for a table in the middle of the restaurant because we can't sit next to the door because Nana will get too cold. Even if it's 100 degrees outside, she'd get cold. She wears two pairs of long underwear, two pairs of sweat pants, three shirts and then a sweater on top of all that and she's still cold. I remember sweating bullets during my bridal shower (which was in June) because she was cold and wouldn't let my MIL open the doors for a breeze. Now Hometown is the only restaurant Nana will eat at because she will only eat chicken legs & baked potatoes (see I told you eccentric). Then of course they want one large table together, well I'm sorry but they don't make tables for 20+ unless of course you're a king.
Finally we get our tables and then begins the most confusing word problem of all: "When you have 20+ members of this Italian family and three tables where is everybody going to sit and who are they going to sit next to?" So we stand there next to our tables for another 10 minutes while we work out this unbelievably difficult word problem. While once more our fellow patrons are staring at us like we're a bunch of freaks. Finally it's time to eat and stuff ourselves silly while we make fun of other patrons and laugh like crazy. Then it's time to leave with hugs and kisses all around...until we meet again Hometown Buffet.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
The other night I went to the mall because I needed to get a dress for a banquet for my husbands work (I'll take any excuse to buy a new dress and a pair of shoes)! Shopping trips usually aren't too big of a fiasco...I mean she's your typical 2.5 year old, she's not out of control, just overly curious. She was pretty much asleep when we got to the mall so I figured she'd be especially good....WRONG!
The first store we were in she was running up and down a row of dresses with her arms outstretched hitting all the dresses as she ran past yelling "Beautiful dresses Mommy!" While the sales girl who has obviously never been around a rambunctious 2 year old before shot me dirty looks from her register. The next store wasn't much better. I was looking through a rack of dresses and looked down at my side to where Dylan should have been standing, but she wasn't there. I looked at my Mom and asked her where Dylan was and she pointed quietly at the rack of dresses where my daughter had managed to camouflage everything but one blue eye that was peeking out at me. Then I made the biggest mistake of them all...I brought her into the dressing room with me. Once in there she decided while I was in mid-zip to throw open the dressing room door (and of course I had the dressing room that was in clear view of the entire store). Now I've made this mistake before, so I was prepared and jumped behind the door just in time.
I was always such a good kid, never giving my Mom and kind of trouble (from what I can remember and in my humble opinion). My brother however used to do the same kinds of things to my Mom: hiding in stores, peeking under dressing room/bathroom stalls the whole bit. This is why I say the Karma Gods have clearly made a mistake and blessed me with a version of my baby brother...YIKES!