Friday, September 12, 2014

That with which I am unequiped

I wasn't going to blog this story but my friend Kim said it was too funny not to, so, it's her fault.

Jonathan's out of town (read: its just me wrestling the boys every night.) This never makes for a fun week, or day or really even an hour. I think our boys need at least two parents. Probably more would be better.

A couple of nights ago, as I was struggling to get Chubalicious out of the bath tub and MRA in to it (trust me, its easier than both in the bath at the same time, really), I look over to see MRA fondling his nether regions. To which I say:

Me: MRA, what are you doing?
MRA: Mama, see my big BOULDERS!
ME: What?
MRA: See my BIG boulders!
Me: Uh, those aren't boulders, buddy.
MRA: Oh, what are they then?
Me: Uum, well, (fumbling) those are called testicles (matter-of-factly.)
MRA: Oh, well, I think there's a BIIIG ball of chocolate in there.

Let me just tell you that there is absolutely no way of hearing that and keeping a straight face.

Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

And You Wonder Why I Don't Nap

Last Saturday I indulged in a very rare and long overdue treat. A nap. A nap with my husband.

Chubalicious was down and the Notorious MRA was having some quiet time, very quietly. So I fell asleep. It wasn't that kind of deep sleep where you wake up and feel refreshed. It was more that kind of sleep that while you are asleep you are still thinking and wondering if you really are, indeed, asleep.

I was thinking/dreaming I was having the carpets cleaned. And it was a good nice.

I heard MRA poke around downstairs a couple of times but he was really quiet so I did not get up and just kept on lying there wondering if I was asleep.

Once Chubalicious woke up, though, nap time was over and MRA wanted to show us what he'd been doing.

Jonathan quickly found 2 empty yogurt containers scattered around the living room so we knew he had been snacking, but what else???? After bouncing down the stairs with a stack of papers, MRA invited us to view his art.

MRA: Here are the tracks my toy dinosaur made across the paper.
Me thinking: Yep, looks like tracks, wait... shit, where did you get paint?

 
MRA: Oh, and look Mama at this one - these are my hands.
Me thinking (still sleepily) - Those ARE your hands - wait, did he put his hands in paint?


Then came...
Me: MRA? Are those your feet?
He was VERY proud.

 
Then the indisputable evidence. I asked him how he did it and he proudly confrmed that he painted his feet. 

 
I wish I had taken a photo of the carpet before I cleaned it up. I was thankful for washable paint but mostly really proud of his resourcefulness.
 
Sunday morning he painted all our feet! See if you can guess whose toes belong to who tomorrow!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Would-be Wordless Wednesday!

It is supposed to be wordless, I know. But since I am posting on time and that hasn't happened in a while, well... I just had to say something. Nothing profound or all that funny, but, I am on time!

And to celebrate, I offer TWO photos from last weekend in Orlando. Perhaps tomorrow I can actually find a few minutes to tell you about it!


 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Chubalicious

Somebody in our house is photogenic and it is definitely not me.

And as much as you want to squeeze him... well, he'll let you. Its awesome!

Friday, June 6, 2014

A gentle reminder

My husband reminded me today that I did not post a weekly photo.

Since it is not Wordless Wednesday, I would like to explain that the shower is THE perfect place to practice wearing goggles AND use a super soaker for the first time!



Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Happy 8th Anniversary To Us

Yesterday was our eigth wedding anniversary! We have made it eight years! We are taking a long weekend in a few weeks for our anniversary so I really wasn't expecting anything AND I was sick so the day wasn't as wonderful and romantic as one might think.

So on my way home I call Jonathan and I am complaining that we should have tried to mark the day better even though I was sick. I am going on and on about the fact that its important and I feel bad that all I did was send flowers and we really should try harder to mark the day with something special even though we are going away soon. And he is letting me go on and on.

And I get home to...

 
I decided to leave it all in place so the boys could see it and they would know that Daddy does nice things for Mama. Let me tell you, they were fascinated. The Notorious MRA mad it halfway through the garage (that's where the trail started) and, with hands on hops, questioned, "Who made this mess?"
 
Chubalicious, on the other hand, came in and immediately started picking up the petals. When he got to my room (where I was standing) he said, very sweetly, "Mama. rose petals made a mess on the floor."

That's when they discovered the food on the bed and the gift.
 
And proceeded to eat half of my chocolates and tear open the gift. The gift was a gift card to a spa that I have wanted to try out and something I am so thankful for.
 
The Notorious MRA, saw the picture of the spa on the brochure that was included and declared it a magical room (yes, I hope so, buddy.) He also declared that he wants to go with me (not a snowball's chance in hell, buddy).
 
Thank you, LB for the wonderful surprise. You always seem to know just when I need it the most. I love you!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Pre-Easter Yummy Treats

Courtesy of the Sugar Shack - you know who you are ;)!

No, its not the best photo. The light was coming in the wrong way. But rest assured, these two turned into little scavaging racoons, tearing into that big box and finding ways to cut right through plastic packaging. They did enjoy the bunny ears and toys but nothing compares to sugar when you are little. And as far as Chubalicious is concerned, no one can compete with a marshmallow. Happy early Easter!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

It's The Landing That Counts

I took this short video clip the other night. ASA has the funniest little run. We keep trying to capture it before it changes too much.




Everytime I watch it, though, all I can think of is this "West Wing" episode where
Toby talks about President Bartlet's favorite movie and both of them quote sections.
"By God, I'm 50, alive, and the King all at the same time," quotes Bartlet at the mention of his favorite movie.
"I turned it on." Toby tells the President, "just as they got to the scene when Richard, Geoffrey and John were locked in the dungeon and Henry was coming down to execute them. Richard tells his brothers not to cower but to take it like men and Geoffrey says, 'You fool! As if it matters how a man falls down.' And Richard says, 'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.'"

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Advice From Chubalicious

This has happened twice recently and again this morning as I was leaving the house:


Me: Bye Buddy. I love you!
Chubalicious: Wait. One more kiss.
Me: Ok, hurry up. (lots of smooches)
Me: Have a good day at school today.
Chubalicious: Ok, Mama. Don't bite your friends.


A good thing to remember when working with the public, right?

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Monday, February 24, 2014

The Annual Visit

All right friends, the following is a screen shot from my visit to the OB/GYN last week. Their forms are all on-line. After what seemed like more questions than were ever on the old paper forms, I get to this screen.

Please see lines one and two.

Maybe it is apparent to you but, after number one, number two kinda threw me. Do they mean was I an accident? Was I in an accident? Did I cause an accident? After asking if I was adopted I rather sort of think, well, hell, I dunno. 

If you know how to answer this, please let me know.

Happy Monday!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014

And I Ran, I Ran So Far Awaaayy

I ran a half marathon last weekend. All 13.1 ridiculous miles. My first. Likely not my last. It's my sister-in-laws fault. She had signed up to walk it with some friends and caught me during my post Life's A Beach Triathlon (the Triathlon for Slackers) high.

The half marathon was in Charleston and they advertised shrimp and grits and beer at the end. How could I refuse the opportunity to be back in my city, see some family, and have a great excuse to eat food I love somewhat guilt free?

So I committed. The persuaded Jonathan to commit. And then, my brother committed. I must admit that looking at the 13.1 mile route on the map was daunting but we all began training.

Last Saturday was the big day. The Notorious MRA and ASA both had the flu and the forecast for the event was a sunny 37 degrees. But we persisted. And I bought some "cold gear" to run in.

On the drive up, MRA vomited all over Chik-fil-A and the forecast changed to include WIND! We decided if it rained we were throwing in the towel and sleeping in. We finally made it to South Carolina, dropped the boys off with my parents and were relieved to finally be in a car without incessant hacking coming from the back seat.

My runner friends all insisted that 37 degrees was PERFECT marathon weather but if you know me, I am a cold weather wimp. I turn mean and angry and I say things to people I love that are rude and ugly. I hate to be cold.

Long story short, I did it! We all did it. Chad clocked the winds at 19 mph around mile 10 which is about were my knee gave out (and my headphones died) but we finished. And we finished within our goals. Jonathan was super fast (although he doesn't think so) and my brother and I finished in stride, crossing the finish line together. Robin also finished with a great time.


I could not have crawled another mile.

My mother-in-law asked if I was going to get one of those 13.1 stickers for my car and all I could say was, "NO! I am more proud of 37*F. I'll take one of those stickers.

I loved finishing with my brother and hopefully we will all do it again next year and I learned that I can run in the cold but I can absolutely do without the wind.

And next year I need to add a little Flock of Seagulls (I Ran) to my play list.

And here are the stats so I don't forget them: Charleston Half Marathon Stats