What is the definition of cute?
Your little one crawling into your lap to have a snuggle.
What is the definition of pain?
It’s when your little one uses your nipple as a hand hold to crawl into your lap for that snuggle.
OUCH!
Boo-Boo, the only reason I take care of you is because the law requires me to.
Silly goose!
Hey! How’s it going? I know, I know. It’s been a while. I’m not avoiding you. It’s just that I’ve been busy…
Oh, you know, same old, same old. I’ve been busy with work and stuff. Boo-Boo is getting to be quite the handful now. He’s climbing on top of EVERYTHING. Literally. I’m thinking of getting rid of our furniture. But, that would put my goal of not being a helicopter parent to shame. He’s gotta learn, right?
Oh, Boo-Boo is also getting HUGE! He’s up to my hip already! Give him another few years and he’ll be carrying me around.
Have I been watching “So You Think You Can Dance”? You bet! I love Legacy. Yeah, he’s my boy. I guess you could say that we have a thing. I love that bboy swagger and Latino spiciness of his. But, he kinda sounds like Daniel from “The Karate Kid”. Weird.
Say, whatever happened to “Balloon Boy”? Are they going to arrest the parents or what? I hope so. That sad excuse for a father is just plain dangerous and deranged. I don’t know how I feel about the mother. On one hand, I’m frustrated that she let it happen. But, on the other hand, she may not have had any other choice. Whatever the outcome, I hope the kids are taken care of. No, I’m not blaming reality television. I don’t believe it has turned normal, everyday folk into attention-seeking whores. If anything, it has revealed that there are many, many crazy people in the world who should not be allowed to breed. What happened to natural selection? If we were a herd of zebras, those yahoos would have been picked off by lions a long time ago.
Whew! Sorry. I didn’t mean to vent to you. But, you know how I can get sometimes. Enough about me though. How are you doing? Still getting lots of hits? Not really? Don’t worry, it’ll get better.
Anyhoo, gotta go. It’s been good seeing you again. We must get together soon.
Ciao, bella.
Mmmm...that 8-pack of his could sure use my tongue
I feel like giving up.
I simply cannot keep up with my son’s nails. They grow like weeds. I am literally clipping them every couple of days. WTF? I should synthesize the ingredient that’s stimulating this insane nail growth and bottle it up for Sally Hansen. I’d make millions.
Just when I think that I’ve got the overgrown buggers, he wakes up the next day with a little scratch on his nose. Somehow it always seems to be on a day that we have to go to my mom’s place too. Then I have to deal with the accusations that I’m somehow lacking maternally because I can’t do something as simple as cutting my son’s nails.
FML
He’s discovered climbing too. Why do kids have no hesitation when it comes to putting themselves in potentially hazardous situations? He will climb onto a chair and then onto the table. He’s fallen a couple of times. But, he climbs back up again as if gravity will somehow not kick in.
I’ve had to put my kitchen chairs in the laundry room.
In our next house, we will have no furniture. Just pillows.
Usually when we go grocery shopping, my hubby takes Boo-Boo in the stroller and I man the shopping cart.
Well, it just occurred to me that Boo-Boo may just be big enough to sit in the cart now. Hmmm….
(Now, I’m well aware that I could have put him in a regular shopping cart a long time ago. Like I said, it just occurred to me to try..)
So, we decided to find out on our most recent excursion to the Wal-Mart Supercentre. Btw, I actually LOVE the Wal-Mart Supercentre. Everything is under one roof including McDonald’s (I know it’s bad! I feel guilty enough as it is but “Monopoly” is going on now.), and Wine Rack (A boozy Mama is a happy Mama!).
So, after wiping down the cart thoroughly, I plunked my offspring in and clicked the straps together.
The look on his face was PRICELESS. All of a sudden, he was up at my eye level and he could see over everything. The vibration of the cart going over the sidewalk brought on fits of giggles. I wish I thought of recording that precious sound with my Crackberry.
While my Boo-Boo clearly enjoyed the new experience, it just reminded me that he was growing up exponentially. Soon, he’ll be walking beside me, pulling things off the shelves, complaining that it isn’t fair that I’m getting the “Great Value” waffles and not the “Eggo” waffles….
Sigh…
Image courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons
Don’t know about you, but fall is my favourite season. Some people hate it because it means that winter is just around the corner. But, I love it because it signifies change for me. Don’t know why. I guess falling leaves remind me of shedding layers of oneself. But, that really doesn’t make much sense since you have to pile on layers of clothes to keep warm. Go figure.
I suppose I like fall because I prefer to be cool than hot and sticky like in the summer. He, he. Also, the colours are sooo much nicer. Rich, vibrant tones of pumpkin, paprika, and ochre. Loves it.
There’s nothing better than to pad around the house in sweats, sipping hot tea when it’s cold and nippy outside. The shopping mall is quieter too since the kids are back in school. Score!
Fall also means hockey. Hello? We’re Canadian! We would love to have our son play eventually. But, hockey is ridiculously expensive. We might as well give the league our blood. It really should be free as it is our national sport. Well, it’s actually one of the them. Lacrosse is the other. That’s right. We have two official pastimes. Apparently, we can’t make up our minds on anything.
Anyhoo, I think that’s enough of me rambling. I would now like to share this little snippet of conversation from our Thanksgiving luncheon that took place this past Sunday.
My sister – Mmmmm! This is really good! Is this pumpkin?
My aunt – Yes.
My sister – You have to tell how you did it! You roasted it?
My aunt - Yes. You take butternut squash and roast it in the oven. You add salt, pepper, and balsamic vinegar.
My sister – Wait a minute. I thought that you said this was pumpkin. It’s butternut squash?
My aunt – It’s like pumpkin because it’s orange.
WTF?
Don’t you just love family get-togethers?
Sometimes when you’re perusing other blogs you run into things where you think, “I REALLY didn’t want to know that!”.
Reading about this made me wonder about the sanity of some people. Just how cheap and readily available is crack these days?
I warn you now. If you click onto the link, you just may hurl. I nearly did.
Anyhoo, here’s some TCFW (Too Cute For Words) to add some needed levity.
Our screensaver is picture of Boo-Boo. Now when the computer is turned on, he runs over and waits for his image to come up. When it does, he points and excitedly says, “Who’s that? Who’s that?”
Awwww…..
This just made my day.
I’m a little sad that Ryan won’t be part of this season’s Top 20 on “So You Think You Can Dance”. But, I think he’s a great talent. He’s destined for bigger and better things.
