Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Then rushed to the store and back home to fill his Easter goodies for tomorrows party.
Fed him dinner and wiped his butt after using the bathroom!
Threw him in the shower (a requirement after said bathroom usage)
He asked me to wash his body tonight which I like better than when he wants to do himself
Because #1 – I know it’s cleaned thoroughly
#2 – he’s in and out of the shower much faster
As I’m showering him, he looks at me and says so sweetly-
Mom, you’re the Bestest Mommy ever.
Awww, thank you Son. I reply.
Shortly thereafter, I tell The Boy he’s gotta go to bed
and he must stay in his own bed tonight.
We go into his room, tuck him in, and shut off the lights.
He looks at me with his little sad face, pouty lip, and says in a whiny tone of voice-
I said You were the Bestest Mommy ever, but you’re not anymore!
You said I have to sleep in my own bed and those are bad words!
We exchange a few words and I work on my computer across the room.
After a while I look over at him in his bed
and think about how warm that Spiderman blanket is looking
So I snuggle up next to him and lay my head on his pillow.
The Boy leans over to kiss me and whispers, I love you.
I think to myself, I must’ve won back my title
So I ask- Am I The Bestest Mommy Ever
He touches his little index finger to my nose and says
Yes, you are the Bestest Mommy…
Because you let me put my booger on your nose.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
That was very daring on Santa’s part,
considering how my previous camera drowned in an unfortunate event.
And it’s predecessor was killed while falling a few stories to the ground.
That Santa, what a giving creature he is.
I hadn’t had much luck with point and click cameras
And I was petrified of this fancy new DSLR.
I tried to read the manual…
All 472 pages of it
ISO sensitivity control
Active D Lighting
FX and DX
Let’s try the DVD…snore
I decide to sign up for the local photography class given by the city.
That in itself is a whole other story,
2 hours of an instructor tooting his own horn constantly
and not allowing anyone to get a word in edgewise…
However, we did take a day trip to the Fullerton Arboretum
(no I will not pronounce that word…I simply cannot)
With my little knowledge and my new toy
We took our cameras off of auto, played around with some setting
and I was able to snap a few cool shots...
A neat trick is to hold a piece of colored paper to reflect it’s color onto your subject.
You can see the orange paper in the corner below,
Teen 2 was actually my helper this day,
but refused to be the subject in any of my photos. This picture doesn't even begin to do this area any justice
My favorite pic of the day.
Good example of Depth of Field.The Arboretum is full of cactus and desert plants.
This bench is by their lake and running streams.
This truly is a beautiful haven in the middle of the city.
There are so many things to see and enjoy there.
Whoops, almost forgot this one...
Afterward we got this one in Dana Point.
Yes, my boy is freezing, and we did wake him up from his nap, but it is another cool cool pic.
ps- Thanks Santa Baby.
Monday, March 8, 2010
I despise milk, so I must get my calcium intake in other forms.
I normally go for the fruit flavored yogurt,
but after watching the commercials about these things,
(the one with the husband desperately looking in the fridge
after overhearing his wife talk about all the yummy desserts she’s been enjoying
the one where the lady is arguing with the dry cleaner
about taking her clothes in instead of out)
I’m gonna give it a try.
I picked up Boston Cream Pie, Pineapple Upside Down Cake, and Strawberry Shortcake.
Sounds delicious, doesn't it?!
This afternoon’s 3pm snack will be
Boston Cream Pie
110 calories = 2 weight watchers points
20% Daily Value of each – Vitamin D & Calcium
(I thought those were the same thing?!, go figure)
Plus 15% Phosphorus
(Not sure what that does, but it sounds important)
I open up the yogurt to find to *my surprise*, that it’s all cream colored
So I’m stirring from the bottom up for some chocolate…
Hoping that it's like those Fruit on the Bottom cups
Nope, None, Nothing
Even though the picture clearly displays chocolate shavings
and top layer of chocolate on the cake
Do you feel my disappointment people?
No chunks, that’s good.
Like a sweet cream
No chocolate smell either
Definitely a custard taste
Followed by a hint of chocolate
How do they do that? I wonder…
Then the Aspertame aftertaste kicks in.
I’d say that this is an enjoyable snack if you like custard.
Although it does leave me yearning for chocolate and an actual cake texture.
Then again for 110 calories, I can't expect much.
Yes, I scraped the container clean.
Not sure I’d buy it again.
But it is better than drinking a glass of milk!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Boy says to me as I pass by
“Mom, if you give me a girl scout cookie,
I’ll buy you a super cute present for your birthday”
“What did you say Son?”
“I’ll buy you a Suuuper Cute birthday present” he says shyly.
How could I resist.
Of course I had to make him eat lunch before his cookie.
So that was my trade off.
Eat your lunch first son and Mama will give you a cookie.
So he sits up in the chair with his plate of dinosaur chicken
and a side cup of ranch
We also share a bowl of Eddiemommie, as he calls them. (soybeans)
He begins to dip his Edamame in his ranch.
The Boy looks at me and says,
“Mommy you should try this”
“No thanks Son. Looks kinda gross.”
“Mom, I trust you. You should trust me.” He says to me in all seriousness
*Heart melting…how could I resist
Then he snickers and smiles..."It is kinda gross, huh?!"
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The Boy to the Dr. for physicals the other day.
The Boy needed 5 shots plus a finger prick.
He’s going to start Kindergarten this year
and he’s getting prepared.
The next morning The Boy’s teacher called
to let me know that his arm was really red and warm to touch.
We iced his arm when we came home and
gave him some Tylenol for the pain.
I checked vaccination reactions online and
ran him by the local pharmacy just for safe checking.
Day 2- We iced and Tylenoled before school
however by 9:30 his teacher called to say that he
was still in pain and asking for more medicine.
His whole upper arm is red, swollen, and warm to touch.
We head back to the Dr. to make sure
it’s just a common reaction.
His Dr. looked at his arm and massaged it a little.
He says, well it could be 3 things.
#1- Just a local reaction.
Give him some Motrin and Benadryl for the inflammation.
He should be fine in a couple days.
#2- If his arm begins to swell more and he has difficulty breathing.
Highly unlikely, vary rare.
(ok, seriously?! Trying not to look like a hypochondriac overprotective Mother)
#3- Bacteria infection
If it becomes bright red and is very sore to touch.
Go the ER.
(hmm…ok well those are great odds,
1 of the 3 options is not life threatening)
I think it’s #1,
but you remember the other two options right
Or go to the ER
Ummm…yeah, thanks Doc.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
and acquiring my sweet new ride
we decided to take a day trip to one of our
favorite little spots
Old Town San Diego
It’s a quaint little town
Where you can watch torillas being made
and eat some of the best carnitas north of the border
View some great old style Mexican art
Crank the machine for your souvenir smashed penny
And the trip just wouldn’t be complete without a stop at the candy store
There are buckets, baskets, and bins full of every sugary confection your little heart desires
Which leads to tough decision making for the kiddies
And, well, with me being the
I want to help The Boy choose the right treat for the ride home
in Mama’s brand new car.
Shall we get the chocolate?
Or maybe the little candy dots that always sticks to the paper?
Oooh how bout this?
Lookey here at this candy snake!
It’s red, your favorite color Son.
And the packaging clearly reads:
“DON’T get your hands sticky!”
This, my boy, IS. THE. WINNER!
So we buy this sugary goodness
And I begin to unwrap the treat as we’re walking out the store
all while The Boy is jumping by my side in anticipation.
Have I been tricked?!
Are you kidding me?
This is one GIANT foot long red sucker?
I was under the clear impression that this was NOT supposed to get your hands dirty.
Well as I unwrapped what I thought would be a toy covered lollipop
Was actually the whole lollipop itself!
I read the packaging to say-
Hey Moms around the world, this is great because your kids will not get their hands dirty!
However everyone else in my family read it as-
(insert sarcastic tone here) Don’t get your hands dirty
So if you come across this sweet treat
And your reasoning for buying
Are those tricky little words…
You’ve been warned!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I’m leaving for Forever 21 in 10 minutes.
So if you wanna join me, you better be ready.
I did mention, it was already the afternoon – they should have already been ready!
So my 10 minute warning turns into an actual 15 minutes
Which prompts me to a yell out a 2 minute warning,
of course, this naturally means 10.
They know the routine.
We go through this every morning as I threaten to leave them!
We pull up to the mall parking lot after our 15 minute drive.
Teen 2 still needs to change into the extra outfit
that she grabbed as we ran out of the door
because what she was wearing apparently wasn’t “Mall Material”.
I run inside and tell them to meet me when they’re ready.
I meet up with my sister who’s looking for some new winter gear
then The Teenagers join us.
They already have a scowl on their faces and the slump in their back.
Don’t just stand next to me, I say, go look for something.
Well can we get anything? They ask.
Yes, you’ve got $15 ea. Go find something.
And we part ways.
I run into The Teenagers 5 more times while in this brand new two-story shopaholics dream/nightmare of a store while the music is blaring(am I getting old?!)
Each time I see them, the same scowl, the same slump.
What have they found?
NOTHING, they’ve found nothing.
I on the other hand have scored a deal,
so I pay for my cute new dress and we leave the store.
I give them another opportunity,
would you like to go somewhere else I ask as they text away.
I must’ve been in a giving patient mood.
So Teen 2 wants to go into Charlette Russe.
We circle the sale racks, try clothes on, I up my dollar amount and yet again-
I’ve found something,
they found - NOTHING!
Same scowl, same slump
Now I’m feeling torn.
Irritated that they’re not finding anything and still slumping.
But guilty that now I’ve got two shopping bags to their nothing.
Again I offer, another store?
(hey, I got a dress and a blazer for $10 ea, I’m on a roll)
We go to Parrallel- NOTHING
Foreign Exchange- NOTHING
Some shoe store - NOTHING
Styles for Less – Teen 2 breaks down and gets a scarf
We’re just about to leave the mall so I ask out of irritation,
All these stores and you guys can’t find one thing?
They look at each other with that sisterly smirk.
Well… they begin.
We like that skirt that Auntie had in Forever 21.
WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING WHEN WE WERE THERE?!
We were scared, they say as they giggle.
SCARED OF WHAT?
IT’S PROBABLY A $10 SKIRT, WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST ASK?!
Because….more giggling…we call you The Beast!
We’re scared to ask you anything.
We call you The Beast in a good way though Mom.
A good way? I’m perplexed.
However, I continue to rant for another 5 minutes about buying them the skirts,
and another 5minutes about them asking me to pick up their friend and drop them off at the mall 15 minutes before I have to drive 45 minutes for a surprise party the day before.
I get it.
So sometimes, I can be a Beast.
Hope I’m at least a big loveable Beast
These are the stories of our lives…