Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Somebody's Watching Me

MRA is about to turn three. We went away for the weekend, came home, and he seemed to mature over night. He is like me little BIG boy now.

Since his birthday is the day after Halloween, we decided to have celebrate it on Sunday when both sets of grandparents could be there. He was so excited. And the gifts were spot on this year. Mickey Mouse, a pile of books, a saxophone, a fireman's hose, pajamas, and matchbox cars! There was also the little singing owl.The kiddo is heaven.

The next morning he tried his best to carry it all to school with him.



And he just loves his little sax. I gotta get this child into some music lessons.



Thursday, October 18, 2012

When Its Over, Its Really Over

Sometimes it feels like we have been potty training MRA FOREVER. He has the pee thing down fairly well but the poop thing is still hit or miss. There are days at a time where he uses the potty followed by what seems like weeks at a time of cleaning out poopy underwear.

The other day, though, we had a successful potty experience and decided to reward MRA with a trip to Chick-Fil-A after school. Sadly, one there, the playground was closed and Chubalicious wasn't cooperating.

Jonathan decided to take Chubalicious home leaving me with the Notorious MRA. I tried to make it fun. I told him we were on a date. This is how it went:

Me: Its like a date. An MRA and Mama date!

MRA: A date?!

Me: Yes, a date. When we leave, you are going to have to open the door for me.

MRA: I can open the door.

ME: You should open the car door too. That's what gentleman do on dates.

MRA takes two bites of his sandwich and crawls under the table and out of the booth and begins goofing off in the aisle.

ME: What are you doing?

MRA: Dates over!

I guess I pushed it too far with the car door?

Monday, October 15, 2012

BOO!

Yes, Chubalicious. If you put a blanket over your head and walk around, Daddy and I will HAVE NO IDEA where you are.

Love this baby and just in time for Halloween. Maybe I need to rethink his costume???

Friday, October 12, 2012

Let's talk About Sex

Actually, let's talk about with whom its appropriate to talk about sex. In my opinion, the list includes my husband, my girlfriends, my sister, my sister-in-law, and I am sure I am leaving some one out but... who?

More importantly, maybe, is the list of people with whom it is NOT appropriate to discuss sex. This list includes parents, and aunts and uncles when the topic involves your own parents. Same goes for my parent's friends.

Sorry, I don't want to hear it. Quite frankly, my mom is the most asexual person I know. If you had been listening in on the our "Birds and Bees" conversation, you would understand. I am not sure there could have been a more clinical explanation. And at the time, it sounded gross. Love and passion were not even a possiblity. It was something a man and a woman did to have a baby (which I am not denying is true, but, clinical nonetheless).

As a result, I am sure the only times my parents have had sex resulted in pregnancies with the exception of the time I walked in on them, when I was, like, five - which also, convieniently, explains why there was no resulting pregnancy.

Now, you can imagine my shock and disgust to read responses to several emails my mom sent to... well, almost everyone she knows regarding how romantic the city of Venice, Italy is and how much she and my father are enjoying themselves.

First, from one of her best friends (a woman who I adore), an email inquiring if we should be expecting an addition to the family as a result of this trip.

This comment took me by such surprise that it took me a few minutes to realize that she was referring to my parents. At first I thought it was me and then I thought that surely she knows I had my tubes tied. Maybe she thinks my sister is pregnant but she is not on a trip. Then, finally, came the eeew eeew eeew revelation that she was talking about my 70 year old parental unit.

That is when my eyes started burning a bit.

THEN, my Uncle chimes in with this, "…..so let’s test your  hypothesis, since your arrival in the “Most Romantic City” two days ago,   how many times have you accomplished the deed?"

Whhaaaattt? That is when I think I went blind for a few minutes and emailed everyone with a cease and desist request.

Of course my 70 year old mother tries a witty comeback and responds with, "wouldn't you like the real story....sorry....classified." Except, she sends it to me instead of my Uncle (insert major hand slap to my forehead here).

Yeah, she couldn't possibly be "accomplishing the deed" when she can't figure out who to reply to, right? Never mind I don't want to think about it.

I am so thankful I married a man with a normal family. They are coming to visit next week. And, they bring me yummy coffee drinks and I am sure we won't talk about them having sex.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Thursday, October 4, 2012

That's the Deal!

It has come to my attention that when speaking to MRA, my husband uses the phrase, "That's the deal," quite a bit. He says things like, "No, you can't watch Mickey Mouse because you did not stay in your room until your clock turned green. Remember? That's the deal."

MRA, however, does not quite understand that a deal, by definition, is an agreement entered into by two or more parties for their mutual benefit. In his world of one, a deal simply means, he can do whatever he desires.

So this how deals work with MRA:

Me: "MRA, why are you pulling Cooper's tail?"

MRA: "Because, Mama, that's the deal."

I need to reassess my negotiating skills.