Wanted to keep you up to date on some of the wonderful and wacky things spewing out of my little darling's mouth lately.
"Mommy, my elbows hurt. I think it's because I haven't pooped today."
Yelling at me from upstairs..."Mom, would you please mind coming up here?"
When we got a Clone Wars tattoo from McD's (the character was Cad Bane- whoever that is)...."Mommy, I assume this guy is bad because he has sharp teeth." I assume? What 3 year old says that?!
"When I get to be a grown up, I'll get to have a baby in my tummy."
"when I get to be a daddy, then I'll be the boss and I can eat sugar all the time."
"Mommy, I think I just wanted to start walking, that's why I got poop on the floor."
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Trip to the Q
Last week we were in ABQ to visit my mom for a few days and then Sheldon joined us and we visited his family for a few days.
The ride with Blake on the airplane was mostly uneventful. A few trips to the bathroom, a few cups of apple juice and lots and lots of pulling on the tray table. I had to keep reminding him that there was someone in that seat and that every time he pulled the table down, he was bothering her. Ok, I'll admit I was saying this mostly so she would hear me and realize I was trying to get him to stop.
Once at my mom's, I was put to work. Cleaning out the shed- ok, it was mostly my stuff that had been in storage for the last 20 years, but hey, I still had to clean it. She liquidated my brother's stuff a couple years ago and now it was my turn. I assumed there was no way I had as much stuff as Tim....he is a serious pack rat. Well, turns out I had a ton of boxes too. Stuffed animals, dolls, Barbie toys, t-shirts. Ooh, I did find all my old strawberry shortcake dolls though- even had the strawberry house/carrying case. Some of them even still smelled like they used to. With every box I unpacked, Blake found more and more junk he "had" to have. We came to ABQ with 2 carry on suitcases (yes, I packed us for a week in 2 carry-ons, thank you very much). Well as he's picking out stuffed animals and other random junk I just keep thinking "how are we going to get all this home?"
In the last box we opened, I found the infamous camp letters. For those of you who don't know this about me, when I was about 10 years old I was a girl scout. I sold and sold and sold cookies like crazy to get a campership to go to camp. Well, once I got there, it was a DISASTER!!!! Hands down one of the worst times of my life. Ok, so while other girls were spending their extra money on candy and film, I was going to the trading post everyday to buy paper and stamps to write letters home. I wrote a letter home EVERYDAY!!! After all these years, I can still remember writing them and knew exactly what was in those letters. The funniest one we found was one addressed "Dear Mom and Ivan," (Ivan was my pet gerbil). My mom saved all the letters all these years and even made copies for Tim- reason being is that while I was sending these letters home everyday, Tim was sending these page long ramblings about how "fantastic" his camp was. Ok, she will be mad at me at this point if I don't tell you all how she actually called the camp to see what she should do. They told her I would be fine and that it was no big deal. No big deal?!? Still will not camp to this day.
That was the shed experience. Blake was "not so good" (these are his words) while we were at grandma's house. I don't know why he acts out when we're there, but I think it's because he's not getting 100% of my attention 100% of the time. Once we got to Shane's house he was much better, because he was surrounded by his cousins who don't mind listening to him tell crazy stories over, and over and over and they will play, read, feed, bathe, etc him and he gets all their attention. Oh well, at least I got a break and was able to visit some friends.
The ride with Blake on the airplane was mostly uneventful. A few trips to the bathroom, a few cups of apple juice and lots and lots of pulling on the tray table. I had to keep reminding him that there was someone in that seat and that every time he pulled the table down, he was bothering her. Ok, I'll admit I was saying this mostly so she would hear me and realize I was trying to get him to stop.
Once at my mom's, I was put to work. Cleaning out the shed- ok, it was mostly my stuff that had been in storage for the last 20 years, but hey, I still had to clean it. She liquidated my brother's stuff a couple years ago and now it was my turn. I assumed there was no way I had as much stuff as Tim....he is a serious pack rat. Well, turns out I had a ton of boxes too. Stuffed animals, dolls, Barbie toys, t-shirts. Ooh, I did find all my old strawberry shortcake dolls though- even had the strawberry house/carrying case. Some of them even still smelled like they used to. With every box I unpacked, Blake found more and more junk he "had" to have. We came to ABQ with 2 carry on suitcases (yes, I packed us for a week in 2 carry-ons, thank you very much). Well as he's picking out stuffed animals and other random junk I just keep thinking "how are we going to get all this home?"
In the last box we opened, I found the infamous camp letters. For those of you who don't know this about me, when I was about 10 years old I was a girl scout. I sold and sold and sold cookies like crazy to get a campership to go to camp. Well, once I got there, it was a DISASTER!!!! Hands down one of the worst times of my life. Ok, so while other girls were spending their extra money on candy and film, I was going to the trading post everyday to buy paper and stamps to write letters home. I wrote a letter home EVERYDAY!!! After all these years, I can still remember writing them and knew exactly what was in those letters. The funniest one we found was one addressed "Dear Mom and Ivan," (Ivan was my pet gerbil). My mom saved all the letters all these years and even made copies for Tim- reason being is that while I was sending these letters home everyday, Tim was sending these page long ramblings about how "fantastic" his camp was. Ok, she will be mad at me at this point if I don't tell you all how she actually called the camp to see what she should do. They told her I would be fine and that it was no big deal. No big deal?!? Still will not camp to this day.
That was the shed experience. Blake was "not so good" (these are his words) while we were at grandma's house. I don't know why he acts out when we're there, but I think it's because he's not getting 100% of my attention 100% of the time. Once we got to Shane's house he was much better, because he was surrounded by his cousins who don't mind listening to him tell crazy stories over, and over and over and they will play, read, feed, bathe, etc him and he gets all their attention. Oh well, at least I got a break and was able to visit some friends.
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