A little commentary on snow...

It's cold.

The end

Quote of the day

I can do anything, I'm a mom!

So true.

Privacy Issues

Another thing they don't tell you when you become a mom...you have no privacy. Truly, all of that goes straight out the window.

I should have known better, afterall, I was a dog owner prior to having kids. And, my dogs dutifully follow me around the house making sure that my klutzy butt doesn't fall and injure myself. In fact, they are so good at being my bodyguards, often time they don't even move too far away (and I wind up tripping over them). Now that's dedication!

I digress...

Now that I have kids, all privacy is out the door from the moment I walk through the door. Anywhere I go, I'm stalked by tiny beady eyes following my every move.

Trips to the bathroom are accompanied by both kids and dogs. I call them my "Potty Posse". I'm unable to perform a single act of tinkle without the glaring eyes of three dogs and two children asking questions such as "what's that?" and "is that your peepee?"

Closing the door is out of the question. Usually if I even make it to the bathroom on time (thanks bladder control!) the door is out of the question. Everyone (including the little braciocephalic dogs who have no noses) know how to push the door open.

I've made peace that becoming a mom means becoming a celebrity in my household. Hollywood stars have nothing on me!

Another dinner saga...

Yesterday Me: what do you want for dinner? Eleanor: burga frea fry ABC: mac n cheese Me: no burgers and I'm out of mac n cheese ABC: I need a cold dinner Eleanor: burga frea fryyyyyy ABC: how about ice cream? Eleanor: FREA FRYYYYYYYYYY ABC: green ice cream. Dinner must be cold Me: How about green ice cream after you eat dinner? ABC: sounds like a good plan Me: so what do you want? Eleanor: BURRRRGAAAAHHHH FREA FRYYYYYYYYYYYYY ABC: hey! I know! How about hamburgers and french fries Eleanor: FREA FRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Me: How about hot dogs? ABC: OK, with green ice cream!

An interesting vacation

Vacationing as a parent is full of ups and downs.

Up: Excited child seeing Thomas the Train...
Down: 8 hr car ride to get to Thomas the Train

Up: Train Ride on the actual Thomas the Train
Down: 8 hr car ride to ride a 23 minute train? Are you freakin' kidding me?

Up: Seeing a fire engine up close and personal
Down: Having to call the fire department to examine child after choking on a pretzel

Up: Happy Children
Down: Tons of scrapped knees from dare devil stunts

Up: Garlic Festival
Down: Idiot at Garlic Festival
Up: Knowing G-ma's got my back

Up: Going home after a long weekend
Down: traffic coming home coming to a dead stop

All in all it was a memorable trip that my son is still talking about. Money well spent.

The secret to a happy marriage...

I had to laugh today when I read the article saying that the secret to a happy marriage is sleep (for women).

http://blogs.babble.com/strollerderby/2009/06/22/they-say-good-marriage-good-sleep-for-women/

Obviously, moms don't get sleep, esp. moms of small kids like me. I think the nurse cursed me after I had Alexander, and she insisted that I take a nap before holding my son. "It'll be the best nap you'll ever have..." And, sadly, she was right.

Boom Boom Boom...

I'm cleaning the house (shocking, I know), and I have the TV set to one of those radio hit's stations. A Black Eyed Peas song comes on the radio "Boom Boom Pow". Both kids completely STOP mid-play as in some sort of trance. They turn to the TV.

The girl starts to shake her little tushie frantically to the rhythm. She's captivated. She waves her hands in the air. A natural dancer.

The boy starts to sing Boom Boom Boom to the tune. He doesn't know the words, but he hears the rhythm.

Hmm...

So I load it up on YouTube. Both kids frantically clap and sing "boom boom boom". They want me to play it again, and again, and again, and...

After 6 times straight, I had enough and put the computer away.

Later that evening, the boy starts singing in his sleep "boom boom boom".

I'm thinking there's some sort of subliminal message there.