Sunday, September 30, 2007

more ramblings of a seven year old

This is what Drake exclaimed after tasting the new choconilla Rice Krispies:
D - Mom!
M- Yes, Drake.
D - This taste, like 40% better then the natural flavored kind! Want a bite? But only a little one.
M - No, that is ok. I will let you enjoy your 40% better cereal. (chuckle chuckle)
D - Maawwwm! Not funny.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

one stone at a time

This looming mound of stone was what awaited us at 7am this morning. An innocent looking two ton rock pile was about to make me her slave. This was, of course, one of John's "great" plans. We would remove all the mulch from the flower beds around our house and add rock. Sounded easy enough, till we got started. We spent last weekend raking out the mulch, trimming the bushes back and my favorite....weeding.Truth be told, I hate weeding. Weeds taunt me all summer long, because quite frankly, I usually ignore them. One summer when my BFF was visiting to help after Grady was born she took on the task of weeding my flower beds. This was, and still is something, for some reason only known to God, she likes to. Well, since my beds were very, very ignored, some weeds were rather large. She actually pulled her back when she tried to pull an extremely overgrowm weed out of the ground. Luckily a G&T quickly eased her pain. But back to my tormenting pile of rocks. The boys were very excited to help. They each grabbed their shovels and began moving rocks, one stone at a time. We made quite a dent today. Just a little to do tommorow and we should be close to done. Good thing there is a bottle of merlot waiting for me!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

my date with a short guy

Since I am once again single momming it this week I got to spend a quiet evening at home with my two year old. His older brother was at football practice so it was just he and I for two glorious hours. Yes, I did just right that, and yes, I do know it sounds shocking to most. We started our evening with some fine cuisine; Grady chose to eat cereal, yogurt and applesauce while I dined on Life. He then decided it would be great to pretend we were in a marching band. You can see the effort that went into to his selection of grand marshal attire. He was kind enough to share one of the maracas with me as he insisted I shake it and follow him as he circled our downstairs. (be sure to take note of the residual duct tape accent from the previous nights diaper) We made beautiful music together. On a side note, I apologize to all the neighbors that had to endure our noise since most of our windows and front door were open! He then proceeded to woo me on the dance floor with John Travolta like dance moves. I am also hoping the neighbors were not peeking in my windows during that portion of the evening. Especially since Grady is only three feet tall and the only person they would be able to see dancing was me! We finished our evening with a rousing game of Pop-up Pirate, highly recommended since most two year olds would prefer to lose and pop up the pirate. Then we read some books and he was off to bed. If only every night was that enjoyable!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

if a picture is worth a thousand words....

This should easily sum up my day.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

lubrication anyone?

Catchy title now isn’t it? Well pull your minds from the bowels of the sewer and feast your eyes on the demonic seed of my womb. You would think by now I would know better then to enjoy a few minutes of silence in my house of boys. But alas, I was enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment until the faint giggle of destruction was heard. I bellowed to my two year old but no response, just more giggles. Becoming quickly frightened by what may be evoking this sense of glee in my toddler, I jumped from my chair to find the culprit of naughtiness. As you can see, I found quite a mess. Some how my little monster got a hold of a brand new bottle of lotion. Obviously my walls were “dry” and in need of some moisturizing. And of course, he was more then willing to help out a wall in need! Sadly, it was hard to get mad when he flashed that bewitching grin my way and showed me the gooey mess on his hands. Sigh…. guess that is what I get for not keeping him underfoot. Maybe someday I will learn. But for now I guess I just have to enjoy the rubble he leaves in his wake.

Monday, September 24, 2007

girls rule

Have to take this time and give a little shout out to the US women's soccer team. They are, if I am still correct, ranked first and will be playing Brazil in the semi-finals. I would also like to give a word of "thanks" to my friend Beth for sharing her pictures from her friend Missy (are you keeping up?) who is over there with the women's team as we speak...brat! I offered to be her personal assistant but did not receive a response, buggar! Can't even fathom what it would be like to be there. Jealous, very very jealous.

On a sad and disgruntled side note, my soccer team tied yesterday even though we by far out played our opponents. We of course had the ref we are all not fond of who randomly insisted halfway through that we all tuck in our shirts, as it is "a rule". He was also a little foul happy as he would call anything remotely close to clean but would not call those plays close to, shall we say, not so clean. I guess I should not complain too much as he let my beautiful, yet illegal in our league, slide tackle go even when the opposing team was more then willing to point out my wrong doing and the fact I was smirking it was not called. I truly could not help smirking because, well, it was just so darn pretty and I don't get many of those these days. And I prevented a possible goal with my tactic so that boded well with me too. Thankfully I did not hurl on the field as I also insisted on playing under the weather…yes I know I have serious issues but a girl has to be faithful to her team! We are no match for team USA but fun, and at times amusing to watch none the less!

passport snafu

The scene: 10:30 pm last evening. I am almost lulled to sleep when my husband asks, “Do you know where you passport is?”
Me: Yes, it is in my file folder on the desk
Him: Good. Is it still good?
Me: I would think so…damn I don’t know.
Him: Are you getting up to check?
Me: Are you serious???
Him: Yeah. How do you plan to go on our trip? I will go without you by the way.
Me: Oh no you wouldn’t!
Him: Oh yes I would, now go check.
Me: cursing under my breath as I voyage down the stairs, stumbling over a matchbox car…ouch! More cursing directed at children who don’t put their toys away.....grumble, grumble….can’t believe he is making me check this…cursing…found it! “Oh shit!!!”
Him: What? Oh, let me guess, it has expired?
Me; Yes! And wipe that smirk off your face. You know I will be up all night worrying now. Thanks a lot!!!
Him: Anytime! You will need to take care if that tomorrow.
Me: Really?!? I had no idea.
Him: And don’t be cheap, you had better get that expedited as soon as you can!

Within minutes I hear him snoring loudly, satisfied he has caused me much angst and a sleepless night. All the while I lay there contemplating whether the US Government will process my passport in time for my trip, which is less then a month away and snarling at this deep breathing bear besides me. I hate when he is right!! Maybe if I send cookies or sweets in my envelope they will process it quicker. OR better yet, I will send an exasperated picture of me and the boys and they will instantly pity me and see I need a holiday away from the demonic duo. Please direct all happy mojo and thoughts towards Philadelphia where they will be processing my forms.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Flashback Sunday

I have been hit with two major flashbacks today. First of which is my beloved Dead Milkmen. I have heard this song twice in the past week so I am sharing it's high quality lyrics and animation with you. Besides, what is not to love about the Dead Milkmen?? The other flashback I had in church this morning. While I was sitting waiting for church to start I was suddenly overtaken by the smell of Love's Baby Soft. Now I know that totally ages me as everey girls reading this remembers this as her first perfume, or at least in my junior high. I think every girl in my sixth grade class wore this everyday to school. Our gym locker room had this hovering mist after every gym class. I don't think I have smelled it since the 80's and suddenly..... there it was. I was unable to located it's origin, but I recognized it just the same. I am hoping it was a young tween and not some grown woman trying to recapture her youth.

Friday, September 21, 2007

backward slide

Well, the past four mornings have been filled with tears, screams and tantrums. No not me, well actually, I guess a little bit of me, but Grady. I thought we had overcome the pre-school hurdle when he hopped into pre-school on Monday. But Tuesday morning was quickly met with tears and screaming which ultimately resulted in one of the teachers prying his kicking and writhing body off of mine. This pattern has continued every morning this week. It sickens me to hear his screams through the doors as I try and quickly exit. It is even worse when I can still hear them, only slightly muffled, by the closing of the glass door in the front of the building. My heart sinks and I feel like “the bad Mom”. His teacher assures me it does not last long, though it's effects stay with me throughout the day. I restrain from calling to check on him, even though I am sure they would think I was a complete whack job if I did that. AND it is a K-8 school. I am sure they are busy and have better things to do then listen to the ramblings of a neurotic mother having one of her emotion breakdown days. The daily crying is amplified by my feelings of morose I am sure. I know he is fine throughout the day though am a bit worried by the fact that every day this week he has eaten little of his lunch according to his daily note page. Not to worry! I am quickly snapped back into sanity as soon as he comes home and his “true” self emerges. Like last night when he began wildly hitting his brother with a plastic golf club…yes, then I am ready to send him back to school kicking and screaming all the way!! Or when he wanted his brother to be done water coloring so they could race cars…. I am sure you can imagine the carnage of water and paint. Yes, these moments instantaneously flick me in the head and have me counting down the time till I can drop him off back at school.

Thursday, September 20, 2007


I stumbled across this picture of a painting the other day and was instantly taken by it. It encompasses how I have been feeling these past few weeks on so many levels (could also be blamed on the hormones). I find myself back at work and quickly in the sludge of things. Days blur into one another and weeks blend into months and still I feel lost. Lost in what my true purpose is and to what has become of the destiny I thought the world held for me. Yes I know this is starting to sound like a pity party for me, suck it up princess.... right? But sometimes it feels good to wallow in that which is negative, at least for a short while anyway. As the woman in this picture looks out into the vast emptiness of the world, it reminds me of how alone I often feel. Left naked to ponder, what I perceive, as life's injustices. Remnants of the past are scattered, but still there and visible, like constant reminders of removed affirmations. Soon she will rise, dress and walk away from it all. Jump back into the blur of life and silently pulling down the blind to cover the empty window.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

more ramblings of a seven year old

Since I am single mommin' it this week, I succumbed to the temptation, and fervent pleas, to go through the McDonald's drive through last night. Here is what transpired:
2 year old - Momma, fries pease.
Me: Ok, but be careful they are very hot. (I love when we get a fresh piping hot batch!)
2y/o: Hotty hot?
Me: Yep, hotty hot hot.
7 year old: But not hot like sexy hot right?
Me: No, not hot like....what did you just say?!?
7 y/o: Hot like sexy hot.
Me: How do you know what that is?
7 y/o: I hear things... you know... like conversations. (said so nonchalant and with a touch of know it all)
Me: Hmmmm. Well unlearn that ok?
7 y/o: (giggles) Oh kay Mom (said with an exasperated sigh like a teenager...geez I hate that!!)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

picture perfect, at least in this one

This is one of my latest pictures of the boys. When our photographer showed it to me I instantly fell in love and HAD to have it. I have yet to disclose to my husband how much it cost but he of course has not asked. Probably a very smart thing for him. It really captures each of them so well even if they don't always get along. It also serves as a reminder to me that even under their rough and tough exteriors (very, very far under some days) there dwells gentle and kind souls. I am also aware that I do not have much more time to do these "cutesy" pictures with both of them. Drake is running down the road of boyhood and Grady,..... well he is just plain running! I may be able to squeeze a few more of these out of them before my pleas will be met with rolling eyes and deep throated sighs. So for now I will bask in the simplicity of the boys in this picture, if there is such a thing.

Monday, September 17, 2007

what?! are you serious?

Why, as a grown adult, must I still endure the pain and agony of school pictures? Yes, I am fully aware I work in a school, but I did not see this stated anywhere in my contract as a necessary requirement. I don't even have a classroom!! By the way, the picture to the left is a preview of my "school" picture taken today. Don't I look smashing? It does not help matters that I forgot today was picture day. Who puts picture day on a Monday when you have all weekend to forget? Throw in the fact that I am inherently non-photogenic and this picture will be on my ID card the next year...bad just bad I tell you.

On a much happier note, the cool breezes of fall are upon us which means.... time for flannel sheets!! I know, it is the little things that bring me so much pleasure. It was divine to crawl into their softness last night. And even better, I get to enjoy them alone this week because John is in California! Now, if I could only get my toddler to sleep past 6am, now that would be truly glorious!

Sunday, September 16, 2007

alas, the truth has caught up with me...

You Are 12% Pure

You've been a very bad girl or boy...And you probably enjoyed every minute of it.

And to make things worse I also scored this:
Your Reputation Is: Maneater

You're the kind of girl all the chicks hate...And guys are both scared of you yet strangely drawn in.

Side note: I have become a bit addicted to the quizzes on Not that I put these quick and fun little time wasters on the pedestal of truth, but these two really hurt. Truly, I am a good person, though by these results you may begin to wonder. Guess that is where my mischievous side has been revealed. My BFF tried to convince me she was 56% pure…she totally lied on her quiz!! I know way too much to think she is that pure. At least I know who the honest one is on our relationship!

Friday, September 14, 2007

right now I am definitely the second

A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.

For example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire.

No further studies are expected.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

I think I noticed this on our front door this morning

Since I have been back at work there has been a significant decline in the state of our internal affairs. Typically, when I am trying to run out the door by 6:40am I tend to disregard (or completely ignore) the level of cleanliness of our humble abode. But as I was making the mad dash this morning I shuttered at the large glaring words on my wall calendar.... babysitter - 6:15pm. Oh crap!!! We have a sitter coming tonight?? A quick glance around the downstairs proved to be one of the scariest moments in my week. Four loads of laundry were piled on two of the three couches, one load is still in the dryer, Grady's pop-up train tent was in the middle of the kitchen (he had to stop and get gas), the toy room had a near fatal nuclear explosion with the ramifications spilling out into the dining room and entryway and I won't even begin to try and describe the condition of the kitchen table, let alone my desk (is it even still there??). I shared the troubling news with my husband and gave him a plea for mercy, “Could you please start picking up??” I think I may have even promised certain favors if I walked into a clean house after work, but I am not positive. I can always plead insanity when the collections are due. So all I can do now is try and not think about it, wish for the best and hope my hazmat suit comes in today. Thank goodness I look good in orange!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

something fun for hump day - you know you want to do it!

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Sadie Golf

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Chocolate Peanutbutter Oreo

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name),

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple sheep

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Addington Youngstown

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Green Merlot

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Ervin William

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Very Sexy Chocolate

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Wentz Grady

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Ruman Raliegh

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Fall Tulip

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Banana Jeanie

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Coffee Oak

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”),
The Scrapping Blizzard Tour

I would love to hear what your are! What better way to waste ten minutes :)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

strategically placed motorcycle

As I ventured off to pre-school this morning with Grady I got behind a very slow moving motorcycle. Now, I am a girl who likes to drive on the faster end of the spectrum and no matter what time I leave in the morning I always feel rushed. So here I am, trudging along a country road, full of cornfields and maybe a handful of houses, at barely 40 mph. This is literally driving me to gouge my eyes out!!! I begin plotting my revenge on the cyclist before me and wonder how in tarnation he can drive so slow on a country road with no traffic or small children playing on the wayside. Most of this road is also doubled lined, damn the city, so passing is limited to a tiny stretch on a downhill. As we crested the hill I was full of glee that soon I would be able to pass this lackadaisical driver and leave him in my dust. This is when I noticed, in the distance, the glint of the morning sun bouncing off a car parked on the side of the road. Hmmm, odd place for a car. After a quick moment of contemplation I abandon passing the motorcycle. Whew! Because lo and behold, the glint was bouncing off a police car, damn the city again! How sneaky to put a car on a road full of temptation to speed! Needless to say I was sending my driving angel many prayers of thanks for deterring me from a ticket. Now I guess I will have to be a little more careful on that road, at least when I am cresting that hill!!

Monday, September 10, 2007

la la land

I have been procrastinating introducing Grady to sing along music for a long long time. I still have nightmares induced by the many sing along tapes Drake had as a toddler. And honestly, who wants to spend the day with a hum job from the Wiggles? I was ok with the Laurie Berkner songs G's sitter got him addicted too but was not willing to voyage too far past that. Until he was screaming incessantly the other morning and I was ready to fling him from my fast moving vehicle, car seat and all. I scrounged around in my glove box and found a Baby Genius CD from many years ago. The fact that it had been moved into my car from my last one still has me baffled. Needless to say Grady now chants "monkey song! monkey song!" as soon as we get in the car. His song of choice you query? Why it is none other then "Five Little Monkeys Jumping On the Bed". He particularly likes when the doctor yells at the monkeys to stop jumping on the bed and has the finger scold to go with it. Thankfully my drive is only ten minutes to preschool, which means I only have to listen to the song two times before we get there. Unlike when Drake was his age and drove the whole 35 minute commute with me, singing those songs over and over and over till I went mad I tell you! Mad!! I guess I can suck it up and handle ten minutes here and there and pray we don't have any road trips in our near future!

PS: Blogger is being pissy once again and won't let me upload my cute monkey picture.....Grrrrrr!!!
PSx2: Ok, after several attempts I finally got it to work, or Blogger's coffee finally set in, the choice is yours.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

belated wedding pictures

Here are some of the pictures from my brother's wedding last weekend. It was beautiful and the weather was perfect! I loved their non-traditional cake choice, as did all the kids. Melanie hired a balloon guy who made all the boys swords. It kept them entertained and gave the adults some time to chat. Grady ran back and forth attacking everyone in sight with his sword. We lost him for a brief moment and eventually found him under the table with a little girl his same age. Hmmmm, starting early. Guess he takes after his Dad on that!!

Saturday, September 08, 2007

totally bragging this time

The first football game of the season was finally upon us. Drake was so excited that he could not stop talking about it all morning long. He was dressed well before his game so we took some pre-game shots. Doesn't he look fierce? I opted for no goggles for the pictures since they make his eyes look buggy. Hey, a Mom's gotta do what a Mom's gotta do to get the shot :)
We had to be at the game an hour before start time only to find out that the games were running an hour behind schedule. Great!! Nothing like trying to keep Grady entertained and contained in a wide open area. By the way, we spent a painful four and a half hours at the field, not what I was planning on for my Saturday afternoon. Drake did well calling all the plays and used this crazy deep gutteral voice. We will be trying to correct that before he gets vocal cord nodules!
I must take this moment to brag as any good Mom would. Drake scored the first touchdown on a quarterback sneak. It was so great! He got toatlly smooshed as both teams piled on him but how exciting to watch!! The tackles even jostled his goggles. Kudos to John for getting me a new lens for my camera so I could catch all the action up close and personal. By the way, for those of you who were curious, the Falcon's won their first game 26-6! Bring on the next game!!

Friday, September 07, 2007

delicious boy

This is the picture I just received of my BFF's son, my unofficial nephew. Isn't he a muffin? I just want to nibble on him! He just got his first big boy hair cut and is in the midst of teething. What a ginormous drool monster! I particularly love his shirt "Mommy's little monster" and am wondering why she never got one of those for my son. Hmmm.... I'll have to question her on that one. He hasn't made an appearance on my blog in a while. I think the last time was when she dressed him up as Yoda. BFF has been seriously lacking in providing me adequate pictures. The nerve! You would think she was busy or something! I will have to become more vocal in my demands. I mean, who would not want pictures of this scrumptious boy??

sticky situation

What do you get when you combine a brand new bottle of aerosol hairspray with an inquisitive and fast-footed two-year-old boy? Stickiness and LOTs of it. All I can say is this boy moves fast. I had him in my sights while trying to distribute the never-ending piles of clean laundry, (and I will admit I was talking on the phone), when I heard intense giggles and saw the cats running for their lives. In quick pursuit was my two year old wielding a new can of aerosol hairspray. He was having the time of his life doing the cats fur, much against their will mind you. " I spray cats Mommy!!" "Oh no you don't!" I quickly took the can away and placed it back under my sink. Not even two minutes later I hear "Andsome hair. Gady has pretty hair." And then it happened. He sprayed the hairspray directly into his ear. Not just once mind you, three times! He was laughing initially but as the hairspray began to dry he did not like the feeling. "OUT MOMMY! SPRAY OUT!!!" With my quick and speedy super Mom capabilities I tried to wipe up the residue with a wet Q-tip. This did not appease the young hair designer as the water began to drip down his ear canal. Screams and tears ensued as I tried to do more damage control. I have no idea the effects of hairspray on the ear canal and ear drum. Guess it will be another reason he doesn't hear, or should I say listen, to me. All I can hope foe is that he learned his lesson. But somehow I highly doubt it.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

brave yet stupid girl

I have just, for the first time in my life, purchased a string bikini. I still cannot believe I did it, but was running out of options for our upcoming trip. My husband feels I should be like the locals and go topless. Has he SEEN what nursing two kids has done to my girls? They are in sad and pathetic shape. I even feel embarrassed at my annual exam and she sees them all day! From being flat chested my entire life, then ballooning out to a C+/ D and then shrinking again.....well you can imagine the destruction. He also said I could not wear any of my "mommy" suits on our trip. Well, that leaves me nothing but a bikini I had pre-babies that does not cover my redistributed butt and hips. So while shopping on my lunch break I came across the swimsuit clearance section. I justified the purchase on many levels. First, it was 75% off (can you believe someone would pay $80 for a string bikini???) Second, I don't need to listen to my husband complain and gripe about MY swim wear choices. Third, it will definitively make him happy. Fourth, I don't need to go topless with the natives (VERY important) Fifth, I can add it to the list of things I thought I would never do in my life. Don't worry, I will not be posting a picture of me in this swimsuit nor will I allow any pictures to even be taken. At least I can guarantee that no one in the Dominican Republic will know me and gossip about how I look in this suit. For now I will just use it as motivation to eat healthy and stay on my work out regimen and pray I have the courage to walk on the beach in it!!

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

counting down to paradise

I have officially begun to countdown for a trip I am taking in October. I know it sounds a bit childish, but it is the first time my husband and I have been away without the kids in seven years. Sad, I know. How we have survived and stayed married this long is still up for grabs with that extensive length of time without a break from the kids. So after a lot of begging, pleading and assuring her that her golf and ski schedule would not be compromised AND offering to buy my mother's plane ticket, she agreed to come. I also threw in the fact that both boys would be in school so there wasn't really THAT much for her to do. A little lie to get what you want never hurt anyone! (at least that is my story and I am sticking to it) So the grandmother is coming to watch the brood for 6 days. During those six days I will be planting my white butt in the sands of Punta Cana. We opted for the all-inclusive deal so the beverages will be flowing. Hey, I am Irish and it is noon somewhere, right?! I am also fantasizing about the opportunity to sleep past 6am for five days in a row, napping every afternoon and going out every night. I am also wondering if, in my older age, I will be able to keep up with my lifestyle of days past. On the flip side I have also already begun to worry about the boys, the dog, will they actually make it to school, will she traumatize them the way she traumatized me, will Grady not like her, will she complain every time I call to check in, the possibilities are endless. My husband says we leave, actually run, and hope for the best. My thought is that I should start praying now.

et tu brute?

Yes, even you Brutus! Finally today I could upload my picture of Brutus Buckeye celebrating a victory. Hopefully we will see him do this many times this season. Otherwise I will be a crabby girl.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

looking for advice

Any ideas on how to get gogurt out of a floor heating vent and the tracks of a sliding glass door? Oh yes, this is my life. Guess we learned to finger paint at pre-school today. And to think, I am paying for him to go there!

school glorious school

Yeah! The glorious day has finally arrived! School! Drake was so excited this morning he was incessantly watching the clock. It got to be a little much when he would announce the time every minute. I started having him do chores to pass the time but that quickly brought on complaining...shocking. So I whipped out my handy dandy camera and did the traditional "back to school" photos. Every year since he has been in school I have taken his picture in front of a bush in the front of the house. When I tried this morning, we were both assaulted by a menacing swarm of killer mosquitoes. I kid you not, they were out for blood. We stepped of our front step and were immediately surrounded and overtaken. We were both lucky to get out of there alive! So I had to settle for him sitting on the steps inside. Guess I will have to take pictures in the front at a later date and pretend they were the first day of school. Who will know?
It was also Grady's first day at pre-school. He was initially excited when he woke up. He told me he was going to "big boy school". This facade quickly faded when he realized he had to wear clothes to big boy school. This led to a 20-minute tantrum/ wrestling match to get him dressed and ready. It is sad to think that two grown adults cannot get a two year old dressed. I almost opted to send him in just a diaper, but since it was his first day I wanted to make somewhat of a good impression on his teacher. He also refused to eat breakfast, put his shoes on and get in the car seat. The only thing he agreed to was carrying his backpack and then he didn't want to take it off! As you can see, there are no pictures of his first day. I can't say I particularly want to scrapbook a page of him screaming bloody murder as he was ripped from my leg. Guess I will have to fake his first day too. What is the world of motherhood coming too???

Monday, September 03, 2007

yeah buckeyes!

It was the first weekend of college football and I had to miss Ohio States opening game. They won - YEAH - even though they only played Youngstown State. So I guess technically I did not miss out on too much. I am so geared up for this season! hee hee I am also hoping that my brother come through for me on my birthday weekend so we can road trip to the Michigan game. Feel the pressure brother of mine!!

I have this great picture of Brutus the buckeye running with the OSU flag but my stupid blogger is having issues uploading. Damn blogger!! Someone must not be a buckeyes fan....maybe my husband cursed it. For some reason he is a Wisconsin fan. I know it is sad, but I love him anyway!

On another note, it is the start of school tomorrow for the boys. Grady has learned a new trick, not sure where, but it is oh so delightful. When he is asked to do something he particularly does not want to do he covers his ears and say "I no hear you Momma!! I no hear you!" Yeah, it was a long weekend in St Louis. I am sure his new pre-school teacher will just love the "I don't hear you" line. Now I just need to sit and wait for the phone call. Unfortunately I am sure it will come sooner then I think. Guess I had better start picking out a REALLY nice Christmas present for his teacher...

Saturday, September 01, 2007

road trip!

I am blogging off for the long weekend. We are taking a road trip to St. Louis for my brother's wedding reception. Should be lots of fun, as long as the kids cooperate. All of us in one hotel room could be very bad. Last time we did that Grady would not sleep in his pack and play and had to fall asleep on one of our chests. Not fun. Hopefully he will be exhausted by the days activities that he will just crash. Ok, who am I kidding?! Guess I had a bit to much crack in the pipe today. He is going to be soo amped and off schedule....I can see it all now, and it is going to be bad. A two year old on their second or third wind is very hard to bring down. I will be sure to catch all those glorious moments on my camera so you can all laugh at my expense on Tuesday. Enjoy your long weekend!!