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!