Ok - on the one hand I feel bad for this chic! Whatever she was trying to say didn't come out right and she has been ridiculed publicly to an incredulous amount!
But - on the other hand it is just so freaking hilarious!
It's a good thing for her that she's hot!
Ladies and gentlemen please welcome "such as"
MISS SOUTH CAROLINA
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Baby Blues
Sleep?
Such a foreign word.
Well, here it is, our first class in Beginners English for Babies.
Baby Poni, repeat after me "sleeeeeeep."
No no no...no screaming!
Pleeeeese no more screaming!
Let's take it slower. Ssssssssssssss...llllll...eeeeee...ppppp!
Good...good mouth movements!
Everyone does it. It's all the rage!
I promise you won't miss a thing.
Now, kissey kiss...nighty night and all those other cutesey bedtime words.
And sleeeeeeeeep!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
Such a foreign word.
Well, here it is, our first class in Beginners English for Babies.
Baby Poni, repeat after me "sleeeeeeep."
No no no...no screaming!
Pleeeeese no more screaming!
Let's take it slower. Ssssssssssssss...llllll...eeeeee...ppppp!
Good...good mouth movements!
Everyone does it. It's all the rage!
I promise you won't miss a thing.
Now, kissey kiss...nighty night and all those other cutesey bedtime words.
And sleeeeeeeeep!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Disturbing or Disturbed?
Maybe it's just me...I know I can be a little zainy sometimes.
But the sight of an infant sized Croc, no bigger than my palm...
in the middle of a 4 lane highway, really disturbs me.
But the sight of an infant sized Croc, no bigger than my palm...
in the middle of a 4 lane highway, really disturbs me.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Hat is to Head as Glove is to....
Remember these from our test taking days?
Verbal analogies...I always loved them cause I always got them right. My brother hated them.
My 3 year old made one today. Damn! Jellibean is smart.
She was having cereal for breakfast. I guess she was getting full since she declared "I'm not eating the cereal anymore, I'm tired of it!"
"That's fine, but can you at least drink the milk?"
"Oh yes..." followed by sluuurrrrrrrrppp...I guess that's what I get for buying them straw bowls.
Then Jellibean says she doesn't want the milk anymore either.
"Hmmm, maybe you don't like that cereal anymore?"
"I like it..." she answers. "I just don't want it."
Well...alrighty then.
Later on we are brushing her hair for school.
She has bangs.
Not on purpose, mind you. I want to kick myself in the head for not blogging about THAT fiasco. Long story short, her brother cut them for her! And we are still waiting for them to grow out.
Jellibean always reminds me that she wants them brushed to the side. I tried to tell her they look cute and even pointed out other girls who have bangs on purpose. But, nothing doing. She says, "I like them mommy, but I don't want them."
So, I am brushing her hair this morning and she reminds me to brush her bangs back. I know, I know...sheesh. Then she says...
"BANGS are like FOOD!"
In other words, she likes bang and she like food...but she just doesn't want either!
Verbal analogies...I always loved them cause I always got them right. My brother hated them.
My 3 year old made one today. Damn! Jellibean is smart.
She was having cereal for breakfast. I guess she was getting full since she declared "I'm not eating the cereal anymore, I'm tired of it!"
"That's fine, but can you at least drink the milk?"
"Oh yes..." followed by sluuurrrrrrrrppp...I guess that's what I get for buying them straw bowls.
Then Jellibean says she doesn't want the milk anymore either.
"Hmmm, maybe you don't like that cereal anymore?"
"I like it..." she answers. "I just don't want it."
Well...alrighty then.
Later on we are brushing her hair for school.
She has bangs.
Not on purpose, mind you. I want to kick myself in the head for not blogging about THAT fiasco. Long story short, her brother cut them for her! And we are still waiting for them to grow out.
Jellibean always reminds me that she wants them brushed to the side. I tried to tell her they look cute and even pointed out other girls who have bangs on purpose. But, nothing doing. She says, "I like them mommy, but I don't want them."
So, I am brushing her hair this morning and she reminds me to brush her bangs back. I know, I know...sheesh. Then she says...
"BANGS are like FOOD!"
In other words, she likes bang and she like food...but she just doesn't want either!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
what's for breakfast?
"You need to have SOMETHING to eat before you go to school! Especially since you don't eat anything at lunchtime!"
"Oh fine...I'll have one of those...American muffins!"
"American muffins?" I know what he wants cause he points, but my brain never works until sometime into the later morning hours! I laugh at him. "American muffin! HAHA!"
"Chinese muffin!" he says thinking to correct himself.
I struggle for a moment, forcing my brain to help him think of what these are called. I run through a few nationalities before remembering...
"ENGLISH MUFFINS!"
We both giggle and hail the English for such a brilliant invention!
ALL those buttery nooks and crannies! BRAVO!
"Oh fine...I'll have one of those...American muffins!"
"American muffins?" I know what he wants cause he points, but my brain never works until sometime into the later morning hours! I laugh at him. "American muffin! HAHA!"
"Chinese muffin!" he says thinking to correct himself.
I struggle for a moment, forcing my brain to help him think of what these are called. I run through a few nationalities before remembering...
"ENGLISH MUFFINS!"
We both giggle and hail the English for such a brilliant invention!
ALL those buttery nooks and crannies! BRAVO!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Arrrrrrggg...it's what a pirate says!
Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says "Arrr!"
You wear a spare part, a bandana and a scar,
and they know you're a pirate,
When they hear you say "Arrr!"
-The Backyardigans-
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Kindergarten Blues
Today was Bubblegum's third day at his new school. My little boy is in Kindergarten!
Ok...I admit it. I didn't cry. Not a single tear. But I did have a knot of aprehension in my tummy all day Monday and Tuesday. I am worried for him. We did not have a good "meet your teacher day."
I think I am a pretty good judge of character. My mother taught me.
She said you can always tell a good doctor. They are the ones who come into the room and immediately introduce themselves to you, putting you at ease by talking to you. And this is how I have found so many good doctors! Thanks mom.
So, when we walked in Bubblegum's classroom for the first time last Friday, the teacher was in the corner talking to some other parents. I thought I would stand nearby and wait a moment until she finished so she could introduce herself. Yes, because that IS what I expected of her. She didn't. And even worse she just mumbled a hello to me and Bubblegum. No conversation, no explanation, no excitement, no personality.
BLAH!
The next day Ben came home and said he had a headache. He had a low grade fever and felt nauseated. Heat exposure. You never doubt the signs living here in 100+ degrees Florida. A note home from the teacher said "Fell asleep this afternoon."
Bubblegum said he did fall asleep at rest time. But that he only had his eyes closed waiting for me to pick him up, because the sun was so bright. I was shocked!
That particular day I had waited in the car line for 25 minutes to pick up my kid. All that time I waited, bitching in the air conditioned van, my Bubblegum sat in the blazing sun until his name was called. And he did what all Bubblegum does...he melted! Needless to say I am now parking the car and walking up to the school to pick him up. Poor dude! What a way to start the next 22 years of his school years life!
Ok...I admit it. I didn't cry. Not a single tear. But I did have a knot of aprehension in my tummy all day Monday and Tuesday. I am worried for him. We did not have a good "meet your teacher day."
I think I am a pretty good judge of character. My mother taught me.
She said you can always tell a good doctor. They are the ones who come into the room and immediately introduce themselves to you, putting you at ease by talking to you. And this is how I have found so many good doctors! Thanks mom.
So, when we walked in Bubblegum's classroom for the first time last Friday, the teacher was in the corner talking to some other parents. I thought I would stand nearby and wait a moment until she finished so she could introduce herself. Yes, because that IS what I expected of her. She didn't. And even worse she just mumbled a hello to me and Bubblegum. No conversation, no explanation, no excitement, no personality.
BLAH!
The next day Ben came home and said he had a headache. He had a low grade fever and felt nauseated. Heat exposure. You never doubt the signs living here in 100+ degrees Florida. A note home from the teacher said "Fell asleep this afternoon."
Bubblegum said he did fall asleep at rest time. But that he only had his eyes closed waiting for me to pick him up, because the sun was so bright. I was shocked!
That particular day I had waited in the car line for 25 minutes to pick up my kid. All that time I waited, bitching in the air conditioned van, my Bubblegum sat in the blazing sun until his name was called. And he did what all Bubblegum does...he melted! Needless to say I am now parking the car and walking up to the school to pick him up. Poor dude! What a way to start the next 22 years of his school years life!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
How about a side of puss with that sore throat?
No takers?
Oh come on...don't be sissy! If I can get through it, you can too!
Thanks to my motherly duties such as rubbing a back while you puke, and helping get washed from said incident, and doing all the laundry and then staying up all night with a Poni, I have now contracted the virus I ran like mad to avoid.
I cannot talk let alone swallow and I know it's not strep. No, it couldn't be. Having strep would mean I could get an antibiotic and feel better tomorrow. No, it is viral I am sure since viral means you have to suffer it to the end.
May the end come soon.
On the bright side I should lose at least 5 pounds since all I can swallow are popsicles and tea!
Oh come on...don't be sissy! If I can get through it, you can too!
Thanks to my motherly duties such as rubbing a back while you puke, and helping get washed from said incident, and doing all the laundry and then staying up all night with a Poni, I have now contracted the virus I ran like mad to avoid.
I cannot talk let alone swallow and I know it's not strep. No, it couldn't be. Having strep would mean I could get an antibiotic and feel better tomorrow. No, it is viral I am sure since viral means you have to suffer it to the end.
May the end come soon.
On the bright side I should lose at least 5 pounds since all I can swallow are popsicles and tea!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Video Thursday
I think the cat is like Mikayla...and I guess I'm the little dog. Except the dog succeeds in the end.
I am still waiting for my sweet little kitty to
GET OUT OF MY BED!
I am still waiting for my sweet little kitty to
GET OUT OF MY BED!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Strep and puke
It is inevitable.
My little Bubblegum has reoccurring strep throat. I can tell before he even tells me his throat hurts. He has perfected the art of closing your nasal passage in such a way that protects it from hurting when you talk. So, as soon as I hear his goofy voice I know to ask about his throat.
It has been sore for two days now but not enough to keep him from eating.
Until today. He woke up by 9 and didn't move.
He laid STILL in bed for an hour. This kind of behavior will always mean something is VERY wrong with my boy. And something was.
He puked all over the bed.
I don't know how strep and stomach virus go together but I swear EVERY time he has a sore throat, he pukes!
That was an hour ago...now he's playing like not a thing in the world is wrong.
It's ok...the chamomile tea I gave him will kick in soon! Hehehehe
My little Bubblegum has reoccurring strep throat. I can tell before he even tells me his throat hurts. He has perfected the art of closing your nasal passage in such a way that protects it from hurting when you talk. So, as soon as I hear his goofy voice I know to ask about his throat.
It has been sore for two days now but not enough to keep him from eating.
Until today. He woke up by 9 and didn't move.
He laid STILL in bed for an hour. This kind of behavior will always mean something is VERY wrong with my boy. And something was.
He puked all over the bed.
I don't know how strep and stomach virus go together but I swear EVERY time he has a sore throat, he pukes!
That was an hour ago...now he's playing like not a thing in the world is wrong.
It's ok...the chamomile tea I gave him will kick in soon! Hehehehe
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Innocence - I hate to ruin it
We are coloring...again!
We're always coloring around here!
We go through coloring books and Crayola's like some people go through toilet paper!
This morning our masterpieces are from the Disney coloring book Aladdin.
Jasmine and her prince are flying away on a magic carpet. This encourages lots of questions about carpets and flying and magic.
Jellibean wants to know why they are called "caaaaaar-pets" if they are not cars or related to cars. 'Cause cars can not fly you know!
Bubblegum wants to know how magic makes a carpet fly. (Ouch, my brain!)
Ummm...because it's magic!
Then Jellibean asks incredulously "Why does Jasmine have her belly button showing?"
Yes, around here, if it's not a bathing suit, it doesn't show your belly! And if it's going to say "JUICY," it's not going to be plastered across your backside! In fact, by the time she was 2, Jellibean was able to answer our question "What do you do if a boy wants to see your belly button?" with "NO WAY YUCKY BOY!"
I pondered how to answer the question about Jasmine in language a 3 year old will understand.
"Maybe her mom never told her she shouldn't show her belly to those boys!"
Jellibean considered this answer, but wasn't fully satisfied.
"Maybe she's hot,mom. Cause when I'm hot I can show my belly button."
"Only if we're at home. Then that's ok."
Luckily she agreed with me.
A few seconds later Jellibean explodes with what MUST be the only reason a princess would show her belly.
"I know" she shouts! "Her clothes are getting too small for her wear anymore!"
We're always coloring around here!
We go through coloring books and Crayola's like some people go through toilet paper!
This morning our masterpieces are from the Disney coloring book Aladdin.
Jasmine and her prince are flying away on a magic carpet. This encourages lots of questions about carpets and flying and magic.
Jellibean wants to know why they are called "caaaaaar-pets" if they are not cars or related to cars. 'Cause cars can not fly you know!
Bubblegum wants to know how magic makes a carpet fly. (Ouch, my brain!)
Ummm...because it's magic!
Then Jellibean asks incredulously "Why does Jasmine have her belly button showing?"
Yes, around here, if it's not a bathing suit, it doesn't show your belly! And if it's going to say "JUICY," it's not going to be plastered across your backside! In fact, by the time she was 2, Jellibean was able to answer our question "What do you do if a boy wants to see your belly button?" with "NO WAY YUCKY BOY!"
I pondered how to answer the question about Jasmine in language a 3 year old will understand.
"Maybe her mom never told her she shouldn't show her belly to those boys!"
Jellibean considered this answer, but wasn't fully satisfied.
"Maybe she's hot,mom. Cause when I'm hot I can show my belly button."
"Only if we're at home. Then that's ok."
Luckily she agreed with me.
A few seconds later Jellibean explodes with what MUST be the only reason a princess would show her belly.
"I know" she shouts! "Her clothes are getting too small for her wear anymore!"
Saturday, August 4, 2007
There should always be ice cream
So, even though the In-laws don't like me, they love their grand kids!
I suppose I have that to be thankful for, but I MADE those cute little ankle-biters! Do I get no credit for their cuteness and their intuitiveness? For their wit, their biting back talk and smarty-pants remarks? They get all that from me anyway...
Jellibean is as smart as a whip and as heartfelt as they come. She is me in every way and that make me like myself more and more every day!
There is a little fair coming in a few weeks, in a little town called Mt. Dora. The I-L's want to take the kids. Yeah, what fun! Jellibean is excited!
"Will there be ice-cream?" She asks. "And a playground?"
Ahhhh...the staples of childhood!
"Yes and Yes!" Grandma confirms.
A while later Jellibean needs reassurance.
"They have ice cream?" she checks. "At Dora mountain."
This put us in a fit of giggles since we all know my little Jellibean has a passion for Dora and her never ending climbs up talking mountains and over crocodile infested waters!
But what's really neat is that there really is a Dora mountain and a Dora Lake.
I'd take a trip there any day! But do they have ice cream?
I suppose I have that to be thankful for, but I MADE those cute little ankle-biters! Do I get no credit for their cuteness and their intuitiveness? For their wit, their biting back talk and smarty-pants remarks? They get all that from me anyway...
Jellibean is as smart as a whip and as heartfelt as they come. She is me in every way and that make me like myself more and more every day!
There is a little fair coming in a few weeks, in a little town called Mt. Dora. The I-L's want to take the kids. Yeah, what fun! Jellibean is excited!
"Will there be ice-cream?" She asks. "And a playground?"
Ahhhh...the staples of childhood!
"Yes and Yes!" Grandma confirms.
A while later Jellibean needs reassurance.
"They have ice cream?" she checks. "At Dora mountain."
This put us in a fit of giggles since we all know my little Jellibean has a passion for Dora and her never ending climbs up talking mountains and over crocodile infested waters!
But what's really neat is that there really is a Dora mountain and a Dora Lake.
I'd take a trip there any day! But do they have ice cream?
Friday, August 3, 2007
Uber cuteness!
A bath in the sink! Such fun...Poni loves water!
Such a mess! You can see my camera and I were in the splash zone!
Victoria Beckham can have a combover...
why not Baby Poni? Stylin!
Such a mess! You can see my camera and I were in the splash zone!
Victoria Beckham can have a combover...
why not Baby Poni? Stylin!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Where the helleck?
Where have I been you say?
I know I should blog every day...I know.
To those three people out there who actually read what I type, I am sorry.
I haven't stopped to even check my e-mail in about 5 days now. Again, to those that write me, I am sorry.
I am having the summer of my mommy life!
I thought having three nippers would slow me down. I thought I would be so overwhelmed that staying home every day would feel like a chore!
How wrong I was. For the first 4 months I did stay home...a lot! And then I got bored and realized it wasn't fair to myself or to my other two. So I packed my bags and headed out. A few easy trips at first; the mall, Chick-a-lay or conveniently crashing other people's houses. It was hard at first, rallying the troops and all their paraphernalia is quite an undertaking.
But I have found my rhythm.
Now we are out on the town every day! Grocery stores, clothing stores, any stores... water parks, city pools, lakes, playgrounds, theme parks, baby clubs, bible schools!
Granted, there are days when I wish I could take a mallet to my head for thinking I could accomplish a trip to the store!
For instance, last week at Target when my hooligans were being...well...hooligans. Hooting and hollering and racing up and down the aisles! I growled at them more than once before I finally got down on the floor to lock eyes! They got the point...but only for 5 minutes. The next thing I know they have turned the shopping cart into a jungle jim and bring the whole thing and all our purchases crashing to the floor ON TOP of Jellibean! Thank God Baby Poni had just tired of riding and had begged a place on my hip. I had to have other Target customers come to my rescue to right the basket and get all my stuff off the floor. I think that was a new shade of red for me!
But there are other days that I feel so happy with my job and all my little chicks that trips like that are soon forgotten.
Well almost...
I know I should blog every day...I know.
To those three people out there who actually read what I type, I am sorry.
I haven't stopped to even check my e-mail in about 5 days now. Again, to those that write me, I am sorry.
I am having the summer of my mommy life!
I thought having three nippers would slow me down. I thought I would be so overwhelmed that staying home every day would feel like a chore!
How wrong I was. For the first 4 months I did stay home...a lot! And then I got bored and realized it wasn't fair to myself or to my other two. So I packed my bags and headed out. A few easy trips at first; the mall, Chick-a-lay or conveniently crashing other people's houses. It was hard at first, rallying the troops and all their paraphernalia is quite an undertaking.
But I have found my rhythm.
Now we are out on the town every day! Grocery stores, clothing stores, any stores... water parks, city pools, lakes, playgrounds, theme parks, baby clubs, bible schools!
Granted, there are days when I wish I could take a mallet to my head for thinking I could accomplish a trip to the store!
For instance, last week at Target when my hooligans were being...well...hooligans. Hooting and hollering and racing up and down the aisles! I growled at them more than once before I finally got down on the floor to lock eyes! They got the point...but only for 5 minutes. The next thing I know they have turned the shopping cart into a jungle jim and bring the whole thing and all our purchases crashing to the floor ON TOP of Jellibean! Thank God Baby Poni had just tired of riding and had begged a place on my hip. I had to have other Target customers come to my rescue to right the basket and get all my stuff off the floor. I think that was a new shade of red for me!
But there are other days that I feel so happy with my job and all my little chicks that trips like that are soon forgotten.
Well almost...
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