For some reason I'm obsessed with getting my barely-talking-coherently toddler to talk like a pirate.
He'll say: "fun!" and I'll yell "ARRRRRGH!" back at him. He'll giggle, run off, and then come back a few minutes later: "....fun?" and again I'll "ARGGGGGH!" at him.
I even made him walk around tonight with one hand over his eye.
"R?" he asked me.
"ARGGGGH!" I responded, lovingly.
Next Week: Scottish Brogue! :)~
Friday, July 6, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Shiny Happy People -Getting Decked
When will my husband learn that the best way to wake me up in the morning is NOT by sticking his big, goofy face an inch away from mine and grinning like a brainless monkey on banana-crack?
He about lost an eye this morning.
I'm thinking about getting revenge tomorrow.
I'll perch upon his chest at about three AM and then, in all my morning-breath glory, I'll creepily whisper "Riiiiiiise and shiiiiiine" while "accidentally" giving him a wet willy.
Game ON, Daddy-O. Game FREAKIN ON.
:)
He about lost an eye this morning.
I'm thinking about getting revenge tomorrow.
I'll perch upon his chest at about three AM and then, in all my morning-breath glory, I'll creepily whisper "Riiiiiiise and shiiiiiine" while "accidentally" giving him a wet willy.
Game ON, Daddy-O. Game FREAKIN ON.
:)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Mommy Secret #7,345
Sometimes I give the kid the iPad to play with so that I can catnap. Or clean. Or ---blog. :)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Super Bossypants!
Sometimes- I craft.
It's an awful habit made worse by that "I'm-so-much-more-creative-than-you" site -Pinterest. I've also been trying to come up with a snarky nickname for that time-suck site but, ironically, have been too busy pinning away to actually tame the snarkbeast into submission. So instead I do things like haunt craft stores, flee flea markets, and repurpose toilet rolls and used up egg crates.
When my husband is home he likes to join me in my crafty-loos. And by "join" I mean "take the fuck over."
I had an idea to glue magnets to the bottom of Hot Wheels to make them wall art - but I was "doing it wrong." he immediately grabbed my glue gun, scooted my kitchen chair over and tsk-tsk'd over my choice of mixing body styles.
As I sat down tonight, armed with old comic books, a discounted shadow box, Avenger mini figures, and a deep impending feeling of doom, I just knew my loving better half would intervene.
I hurriedly cut, arranged, and glued feverishly until I felt his blue eyes boring into my (sweaty) back.
Thirty minutes of him hacking away at a poor, defenseless "Cloak and Dagger" comic later and him saying things like "Oh you HAVE to put this in there!" and "They don't even DO this anymore!" and "Let me stop and let you, the Craftress, work!" - okay, fine, I made up that last one - and we finally had a perfect storm of a Superhero Shadowbox.
And I resisted the urge to hot glue his forehead to his testicles.
Which still would've counted as a "craft" that I sooo could've pinned on Pinterest. :)
It's an awful habit made worse by that "I'm-so-much-more-creative-than-you" site -Pinterest. I've also been trying to come up with a snarky nickname for that time-suck site but, ironically, have been too busy pinning away to actually tame the snarkbeast into submission. So instead I do things like haunt craft stores, flee flea markets, and repurpose toilet rolls and used up egg crates.
When my husband is home he likes to join me in my crafty-loos. And by "join" I mean "take the fuck over."
I had an idea to glue magnets to the bottom of Hot Wheels to make them wall art - but I was "doing it wrong." he immediately grabbed my glue gun, scooted my kitchen chair over and tsk-tsk'd over my choice of mixing body styles.
As I sat down tonight, armed with old comic books, a discounted shadow box, Avenger mini figures, and a deep impending feeling of doom, I just knew my loving better half would intervene.
I hurriedly cut, arranged, and glued feverishly until I felt his blue eyes boring into my (sweaty) back.
Thirty minutes of him hacking away at a poor, defenseless "Cloak and Dagger" comic later and him saying things like "Oh you HAVE to put this in there!" and "They don't even DO this anymore!" and "Let me stop and let you, the Craftress, work!" - okay, fine, I made up that last one - and we finally had a perfect storm of a Superhero Shadowbox.
And I resisted the urge to hot glue his forehead to his testicles.
Which still would've counted as a "craft" that I sooo could've pinned on Pinterest. :)
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Summer Bummer
"This sucks!" my sister said as she huffed and puffed and tried to jam her petite white foot into a red espadrille in Target's shoe section. "Ugh! My foot is always swollen now! It's so hard to find shoes!"
I just stated at her.
She stare at me.
I walked away and she hobbled after me laughing in what I hoped was an apologetic way.
If not, well, maybe she'll at least run over her other foot so they'll be evenly swollen.
:)
I just stated at her.
She stare at me.
I walked away and she hobbled after me laughing in what I hoped was an apologetic way.
If not, well, maybe she'll at least run over her other foot so they'll be evenly swollen.
:)
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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