Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Weather Wimps

We're not cold weather people. Never have been. Its why we moved to Florida in the first place. In fact, I hit up E for a convenient discussion on a particularly cold February when we lived in Virginia right after he finished shoveling the sidewalk.

I said, "Hey, I've been thinking. Wanna move to Florida?"

E: No.

I said, "But its cold outside."

E: "OK."

Well. Maybe it didn't take that minimal amount of effort, but that basically wraps up our decision making pretty easily.

My children have inherited my dislike of the cold. Of course, since Ray moved here when she was one and Chay has never felt anything colder than 60 degrees since he was born, that's just a given.

It was 48 degrees when we rolled out of bed this morning. FORTY-EIGHT DEGREES. That's cold for Florida in October. I had no clothes warm enough for them. Ray's pants were about two two inches too short since I haven't bought her any new ones since last December. She also had to wear socks with sandals - seriously, I'm still horrified at the sight, high waters and socks with sandals. She's recovered, but I haven't. We're on new shoe and pant patrol, stat.

Chay threw an absolute fit at the thought of having to wear socks with lace up sneakers. Yes, we actually have sneakers for the boy, but Mr. Barefoot has always preferred his sandals. Up to this point in his two years in life, it hasn't been an issue. Now the poor boy gets to learn how his Northern friends live.

Please, feel sorry for me. Or, better yet, all of you that hate the cold - come visit me! We have plenty of space... Just wait until January. It'll be warm then, I promise.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

What is it about a Mama's Kiss?

What is it about a Mama’s kiss that makes that boo boo stop hurting? They can be screaming and in so much pain but when I kiss their sore spot, they stop crying and are instantly happy? Blood could be dripping down their leg and a little love can make it all better?

Daddy’s kisses are just as special, but they somehow lack that healing touch. Daddy’s kisses will suffice when Mama’s not around, but if I’m here, only my kisses will do. There’s just something special about a Mama’s kisses.

Chay just slammed his head into our headboard and, instead of crying, I heard, “Mama! Tiss it! Mama! Tiss it!” His poor little forehead was bright red from the fall. One little kiss was all it took for him to go running right back onto the bed to wrestle with his sister. (Which I’m sure, will lead to a few other necessary kisses here shortly).

I asked Ray tonight why my kisses can make her boo boos stop hurting and she told me, “Because I really, really love you.” This is baffling to me because I really wish a kiss from my husband would make all the bad stuff in our adult world disappear.

After all, I really, really love him too.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

He'll Be So Embarassed One Day

Ray and Chay had a halloween party at their school on Friday night. Chay was so excited about his new froggy costume - all day before the party he carried it around yelling "ribbit. ribbit." He even willingly wore the froggy hat. The eyes. are. cool.

See, I told you he wore it.

Before the party, I put Ray in her Belle costume first, while Chay was in the other room watching Backyardigans. This was a huge strategic mistake. Huge.

For a month he's been talking about being a frog for halloween. He's been adament. He's been loyal to his new frog costume. We couldn't tear him away from it.

Until he saw Ray in her Belle dress.

He yelled, "No froggy!" as I tried to put it on him, and he ran the other direction. Straight for Ray's room. And out he came.

Carrying a pink and purple princess dress. All while yelling, "No froggy. Dress!"

E was having none of that, and forced him into the frog costume. In defiance, Chay refused to wear the hat (with the cool eyes), the froggy hands (which he loved just the day before) and really fought the feet. There wasn't much he could do about the feet though, since they were attached to the costume.

Lesson learned. We'll be getting HIM dressed first on Friday.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Case in Point

Me this evening: Ray can you show me what you learned in dance class yesterday?

Ray: (Demonstrating her ballet positions.) You know what, Mommy? Daddy remembered my dance clothes and shoes. He's good at remembering stuff. You aren't good at remembering.

Me: You just aren't going to let it drop are you?

Ray: Nope. But do you know what you are good at? Driving fast. Daddy isn't so good at driving fast. He's slow. You're fast. But remembering stuff? You're not good at that.

Friday, October 17, 2008


I took Ray and Chay to the Pirate Playdate tonight (which was awesome, BTW. But I had to wear a pink apron since I was technically "working" and we all know how much I hate pink. Oh, some of you don't know me. So here's a piece of trivia. I hate pink). Ashley had a ton of cup cakes left over so I volunteered to take them to Ray's class as a special treat. Then I proceeded to forget the cupcakes and Aileen had to chase me down so that I could take them.

And, apparentally I forgot that today is Friday and Ray doesn't have school tomorrow. Somehow I don't think that the 50 cupcakes I lugged home will last until Monday, whether they get eaten or thrown away due to staleness. I'm thinking Ray needs to have a bake sale tomorrow.

Ray has picked up on the fact that I've lost my mind. On the way to the car after being chased down by a cupcake toting Aileen, Ray said, "Mommy, you forget things a lot. Like really a lot."

I guess she's still hurting from all those times that I forgot her blanket and sleeping friends for naptime at school. Or, the past two Mondays where I've forgotten to take her dance clothes and ballet slippers for dance class. I could go on but I'm beginning to get a complex.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Quick - Someone Make Me Laugh!

'Cause I'm feeling pretty beaten up right now. E lost his job today after only being there three weeks. He worked his hiney off trying to get them squared away and caught up. And they repayed him by saying "Dude, I've got to let you go."

If they had just come out and said its a temp job, that would have been fine, he still would have taken the job while continuing to look for another. Instead, he worked himself right out of a job into nothing.

Well, dear Anonymous Cabinetry, your loss. E is smart, a fast learner, and a hard worker. You just lost a prize employee.

Now we just need to find someone who will appreciate him like we do.

Monday, October 13, 2008


It sucks. I've been dealing with walking pneumonia for a week now, and I'm miserable, which is why I haven't posted much lately.


Please check out Sarah's Relay for Life page. She's Melodie's daughter and is raising money for Cancer research. To put it in Sarah's words here in my comments section:

"Come on guys!Let's not let Paige Andringa pass me up..She's at $185.00here I'm only at $115.00How are we falling so behind??Please help raise money for the fight against cancer and pass it on!!!"

I'm posting this in honor of my mom (breast cancer), my grandpa (lung cancer), my Bo (lung cancer, etc.), my Grammy (lung cancer, etc.), E's dad (throat cancer), Jeanmarie's mom (breast cancer), TJ Law (not sure what kind but it was in his nasal passages), and the many other people in our lives and in the future who deal with this nightmare disease.

Thanks, Sarah, for workin' it. Rock on.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Something Only She Would Do

Only my daughter would use her stuffed horse as a pillow and cuddle with her pillow like a sleeping friend.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My First MeMe

I was tagged for a meme by Melodie! I've never done one and I'm sick and tired and way too mentally challenged at the moment to create a post of my own (see, I even my grammar is bad!) so here you go...

The rules are these: answer the following questions with one word answers, then pass the award on to seven others.

1. Where is your cell phone? Idon'tknow

2. Where is your significant other? Lazytown

3. Your hair color? Golden

4. Your mother? Spitfire

5. Your father? Supportive

6. Your favorite thing? Kitkatclock

7. Your dream last night? Crazy

8. Your dream/goal? Undebtedness

9. The room you're in? Living

10. Your hobby? Writing

11. Your fear? Bikes

12. Where do you want to be in six years? Virginia

13. Where were you last night? Florida

14. What you’re not? Patient

15. One of your wish list items? Vacation

16. Where you grew up? Indiana

17. The last thing you did? KidsBath

18. What are you wearing? IndianaShirt

19. Your TV? HD

20. Your pet? Huge

21. Your computer? Destroyed

22. Your mood? Fine

23. Missing someone? Kevin

24. Your car? Filthy

25. Something you’re not wearing? Bra

26. Favorite store? BananaRepublic

27. Your summer? Humid!

28. Love someone? Wholeheartedly

29. Your favorite color? HOOSIERRED!

30. When is the last time you laughed? Minutes

31. Last time you cried? Months

Now for my tags -- I only read a couple of blogs so I can't make seven. I fail on that one, sorry.

Melodie stole AFRO from me, Ashley will just ignore it, and, maybe, Lipstick will play.

I'm off to bed to recover from my sickness. Goodnight!

Saturday, October 4, 2008

He's a Hoosier Fan

He picked out and put on the hat all by himself. He also picked out the cup. I had nothing to do with it, I swear!