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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!

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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!

 

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It's a heartbreaker.

As an adult, when I think of a broken heart, I think of some lost love. Maybe even puppy love. I know there are lots of uses for the phrase "...breaking my heart."

Here are a couple of ways that the Notorious MRA has been using the phrase lately:

"Mama, I don't wanna eat that. Eating                breaks my heart."

"Mama, when we have to come inside, it breaks my heart. My heart just feels so so sad."

and,

"Mama, when you make me go to my room, it breaks my heart. It really breaks it, Mama." (To which I would like to respond, "Oh yeah? Well, it breaks my heart when you sucker punch your two year old brother because he walked by you. That breaks my heart, buddy."

On a positive note, although I am unsure where he picked up the phrase, I am glad he is applying it some what correctly.

Happy New Year!

My husband just unexpectedly became a guest blogger and provided the content for the first blog of 2014.

I just received the following email from him. I think this may give me high hopes of the year to come!

"MRA and ASA had their squabbles this AM as usual. Being that I’m still recovering from the sleep deprivation from the past week, I tell both of them to go to their rooms. They both do while I’m finishing getting ready. When I go up to get them, I open MRA’s door 1st, and not only is he playing quietly, but he’s also both gotten himself dressed and cleaned-up his room (which he quickly told me about). It was one of the more proud moments that I’ve had of him."

Wishing you all much hope in 2014!

Merry Christmas!

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas. Ours was wonderful and low key and fun with lots of quality time together. Yesterday we had a playdate with Chubalicious' best friend Colten. They had a blast.

 

MRA in notorious fashion, ran his car over our friends landscaping and spun his tires while stuck on a rock then he ran ovr my foot. He can't wait to go back. I can.

Not so Wordless Wendesday

and probably a little long if you are not related to these two whack-a-doodles by blood.

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"There is no truth. There is only perception."

So said Gustav Flaubert.

If you asked me to describe my husband, it would be quite different from the description the Notorious MRA gives in the video snippet. I am not sure if my husband is all that happy with the verbals, particularly the wrinkly skin part, but...  the picture part of it is rather nice.

Happy #4, Notorious MRA

Happy Birthday to my Notorious MRA,

Oh yes, MRA, you made four years old (which means your Daddy and I also have survived four  years of parenthood. (Don't think we didn't crack open a bottle of champagne over that little feat!)

You are definitely our child as you wanted to CELEBRATE! Probably for different reasons, though. In any event, celebrate we did - with a super-fun pirate themed birthday party.

 

 

 

The setting was perfect under the trees and on the beach. The weather was amazing! We did have to chase off a pack (seriously, a pack, like five or seven) of raccoons that were eyeing down our set up. But those raccoons were no match for our pirate crew.

 

 

It took some doing, but we got the place set up, and you were a perfect swashbuckelin' pirate - Captain Mad Dog MRA, they called you. Chubalicious, aka Rum Runner ASA, was a great sidekick... if not always the most attentive.



There was food and there was cake - you and your gangly crew couldn't keep your raggedy paws out of the cake (you get that from your father.)

 

 

You and your motley band of pirates were rather fearsome. I dare say that any ship full of popinjays sailing by our party who caught sight of you and your crew (or heard the screeching and wailing coming from shore) would nary a stepped foot on our little key.

 

 

 

Of course it helped to have some real pirates there to entertain you and your gang. They painted your faces, twisted balloons, provided magic and candy and treasure. You were so unbelievably happy.

 

 

 

And seeing you so happy made your Daddy and I unbelievably happy. Of course we were exceptionally happy when you and your brother went to bed at a reasonable hour that night, as well.

 

 

 

 

It was a very merry and happy day had by all. However, as fun as the pirates were, I would like you to consider perhaps taking five friends to a movie next year for your 5th birthday? Mama and Daddy will still have champagne! Yay or nay?

 



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Mondays

The weekend before last was so much fun. I started the week with an idea for a blog post. It was just a bunch of random bits of funny things I thought I would want to remember years from now, but things that are so small you tend to forget them quickly.

Well, the week got busy. I mean B.U.S.Y. BUSY! and as it kept getting busier, it also kept getting lousier. I would say the low point was when I ended up in the ER with ASA, because not only did he inherit his Daddy's looks but also is tremendously scary allergy to ants, (fire ants in particular) but no that was not the low point.

The picture was taken after the meds kicked in and doesn't really do the hives and swelling justice. Let me put it this way, the doctor said, "I am prescribing a couple of epi-pen jr.s. Keep one in you house and one in your purse, or glove compartment, or taped to his back."

No, the low point, I think, was a few days after the meds kicked in  (extreme moodiness, temper tantrums, an insatiable appetite and no desire to sleep) as this coincided with a full moon, and my husband being out of town - this just about sent me to the dark side.

So this morning, I am hoping that things slowly start to return to normal with the completion of the medicine and the waning of the moon. And I really want to go back and think of all those random cute things they did two weeks ago but, as I suspected, those moments are already gone.

I am left only these two thoughts:

The boys LOVE pumpkin egg nog (only if I leave out the egg in the name thus calling it pumpkin nog). The way MRA says NOG is so adorable - he sounds English.

If ASA tells you to coodabit, he wants you to move over. It took a while to decipher but literally he is saying Scoot A Bit.

Oh, and last night, MRA was watching a movie. I leaned in to give him a hug which he returned and then promptly told me to "Get out of the way." At least I got the hug, though.

Hope you have a great week!

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