boring factoids and info

~ I had a wonderful time with Jenny last week. Since we hadn't seen each other since December of '03, there was a LOT to say. I feel that I've changed a lot (in how I view things, etc.) since we were 'singles' together, so it was fun getting to talk about some of that. And, as it always is with true friends, we picked up right where we left off. It's so nice to be completely comfortable with someone despite the long time span inbetween visits.

~ Lexi has become my little echo. It is especially cute when I say 'Good morning Pumpkin', and she says 'Goo' mornin' Puckin' back.

~ You know it's been a hot day when you step outside at ten p.m. and it feels like a sauna. blah for my car with no AC.

~ It's sad when you read the Child Training Book's list of goals for your children, and realize that you yourself still fall short of those goals on a regular basis.

ridiculousity

I actually considered washing my vitamins down with pop. Pibb xtra to be exact.

I'm not even pregnant, and yet I am having the weirdest cravings. strong cravings.

The food in the house is just asking to be eaten...screaming my name, and begging that I consume it.

The Reeses Cups especially seem to have a death wish.

I am all about granting wishes. abracadabra and all that.

XQZ me?!

Learning to speak the English language is a difficult task for a small child to undertake. And even if one knows the words, it is often rather hard to say them clearly at 22 months old.

This really hasn't been a problem for our family, as David and I get a kick out of listening to Alexis try to repeat everything we say. Most times it's pretty clear, other times it just sounds like gibberish. ("It's just gibberish folks. Gibberish from an insane person." name that movie)

And then at other times her words sound dangerously close to swear words, and foul language. That's when things start getting embarrassing.

It is quite unfortunate that her pronunciation of the word 'sit' comes out sounding like 's-h-i-t'. It is especially unfortunate when we have company over and she has a fixation on saying 'sit' multiple times in a loud voice.

Just picture an adorable little blonde haired girl with big blue eyes toddling past you. And then picture her shouting 'S-H-I-T' up at you.

Ya.

Being the good, pure-minded Christians we are, we all burst into laughter.

(and yes, I've been working with her to say 'sit' without the 'h'. It might be funny once or twice in our own home, but I would die of mortification if she shouted that out in church.)

rantage*

*rantage is the offspring of the 'rant' and 'rampage' union which took place this afternoon after I received my mangled Taco Bell order.

I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I try not to stereotype people. I tell myself 'Hey, just because they're working at a fast food restaurant doesn't tell me anything about them necessarily.' But my frequent stops at fast food joints lately have been making me doubt myself.

My first sweeping statement this afternoon was that just about every employee who works the drive-thru window is partially deaf. That would explain why I have to repeat myself 2-5 times when I'm placing my order.

Deaf drive-thru emplyee: May I take your order?
Moi: Yes, I'd like a soft taco and a nacho supreme with no tomatos or onions.
DDTE: A taco supreme, and nachos with no tomatos?
M: No. *repeats original order*
DDTE: A soft taco, and a nacho supreme with no tomatos?
M: And no onions either.
DDTE: Do you want hot sauce with that?
M: Yes please.

I pull forward. At the window I am asked two more times if I would like hot sauce with that. Each time I reply in the affirmative.

When I arrive home my next generalization is that lots of fast food workers are stupid and can't read**, because even though my order was repeated to me correctly before I pulled forward, I received a soft taco supreme, and my nachos have green onions on them. GAH.

**I am sure that these sweeping, generalizing statements are not applicable to every worker in the fast food industry. If you work in such a place, are not deaf or dumb, and can read the requested orders correctly, then I am not talking about you.

freakin' idiot!

This is what happens when:
1) you're bored at a store while waiting for an incredibly SLOW machine to upload pictures from a digital camera.
2) your 14 year old sis is at the store and bored as well.
3) your sis has a digital camera in her possession and an insatiable appetite for pictures...ok, so I admit that most of the weird/crazy/silly pictures we took were my idea.

After taking about 10 pictures we had some bossy old fossil inform us that in case we wanted to know (we didn't), picture taking was not allowed in the store. (If this policy is such an important one, then maybe there should be some sign letting young innocents like myself know.) As I thanked her (politely, though not without a hint of sarcasm) for her unsolicitated free information, I was tempted to snap a picture of her sour face for this blog post.

GOSH! *said in best Napoleon Dynamite voice* Just lighten up and have fun! And if you can't handle that, then stop trying to spoil other people's fun. Fortunately, her dour voice and crabby disposition did little to dampen Anna's and my fun night out. We just spent the rest of the time crabbing at each other about "no photos in the store!" and other rules that they probably made to ensure that you only walk in a stately and mature manner throughout their building.

pushing limits

Alexis walks into bathroom

Daddy tells her to come out

Daddy tells her not to go into the bathroom again

Alexis walks over to the silver strip separating the carpet in the study from the tile in the bathroom

Alexis slides her foot up to the strip

Alexis looks at Daddy and Mommy who are standing within a foot on either side, watching her

Alexis sticks her big toe over the strip and into the bathroom


It's not really funny, and Alexis getting a spanking is definitely not funny, but I had to turn away to hide my snicker because she is so much like her mother.

murphy's law...still working today

Treya Kathleen went a week and two days without ever spitting up. It's amazing how dressing her in a brand new dress on Sunday morning produced a healthy gush of spit-up all down the front of her dress.

Is it the smell of new clothes? Is the scent of freshly-washed laundry some kind of spit-up trigger? I bet if I dressed her in dirty clothes for the rest of her infant life she'd never spit up again (now there's a thought...the fringe benefit would be no more laundry...this idea is sounding better and better!).down with clean clothes!

little mooger

Within 2 minutes of getting changed and having a clean diaper put on, Treya will forcefully dirty the new one. every. time. without. fail.

When Alexis was born, my mother was able to drive down from Michigan to help out for a week. Due to financial issues and husband needing hip surgery, she was not planning on making it for the birth of our second daughter. I was greatly disappointed, but seeing as there was nothing I could do, I accepted the fact that I'd be mother-less this time around.

Last Wednesday morning I mentioned to David that I would really like to drive up there soon after Treya was born since I'd not seen everyone in FOREVER. He didn't really say much about it, and I felt that he wasn't really open to the idea. He was a little distracted, and soon left to get my anniversary surprise. Since we'd agreed on no gifts ($$ is tight) and only cards (our tradition is buying the other person 2 cards--one funny and one serious), I wasn't sure what he was doing. I assumed he'd decided to get flowers and was taking his time picking out the cards (anniversary cards seriously rot in this area...the only one I found with less writing than a short novel was pretty ugly).

When he finally got home, I'd tidied everything up, and was ready for my flowers and cards. He walked in with a box of krispy kreme donuts (mmmm), and when I went to give him a hug I realized that my mom was sitting on our couch!!!!!Being the emotionally stable, tower-of-power that I am, I burst into tears and hugged her as well as I could with a big tummy in the way.

I thought that was the sweetest, most romantic thing he could've done for this anniversary.

I love you baby, you're the absolute best!!

chocolate

Tonight I'm drowning my no-baby :-( blues in a thick river of Reeses Peanut Butter Cup minis. Mmmm...doesn't get much better than that with a glass of cold milk and a good mystery.