Apparently cleaning the bathroom can wait

While I attempted to clean their bathroom this morning my four year old and two year old decided to spend their time doing this:

The fish tank was redecorated with a Bendums Bunny, two plastic dinosaurs, a plastic lion, a yellow construction man similar to the old green army men, a rusty truck from hubby’s childhood, a piece of play sea coral from some play set or another, and a plastic barb wire fence from an actual green army men set. When I found this masterpiece we had the following conversation:

Me: Oh, Jacob. Honey, what did you do?

Jake: I put them in the fish tank.

Me: No, Jake. You can’t do that.

Jake: I got wet.

Me: Yes, honey. I see that. But, Jake, you can’t put your toys in the fish tank. The fish could get sick.

Jake: They might die?

Me: Well, they could.

Jake: They go be with Jesus and I have to pee.

Mia: Mommy, when Jacob pees it look like a water fountain or something.

At that point I just left the room…

Like father, like daughter

Do you think they were watching a biography on The Kennedy Family? No.

Do you think they were engrossed in a show that explored the fascinating world of how instruments are made? Nope.

Do you think they were following current events on the evening news. Sadly, no.

This, my friends, is what happens when someone turned on Scooby Doo. I’m not quite sure which kid the toons were for…

Who needs plants and trees? A few reasons why the suburbs are overrated

This weekend suddenly became landscape weekend. What started as a couple plants has turned into much more. We live in a subdivision that is fairly young. Our house was new construction when we bought it back in 2005. We knew immediately upon living in the house through one season that the landscape was crap! I think the builders just threw down some green things over their piles of brick and rock and called it a day. I’m not even sure you can call what we have ‘grass.’
Anyway, in 2006 we my in-laws bought us a professional landscape plan. We’re talking blueprints, pages and pages of instructions, nursery and worker recommendations, etc. It was lovely…until it came time to do the work. That actually brings us to today.
I had three trees and some dirt delivered yesterday because hubby planned to get them in the ground today. That was done by 9:30 this morning. We have since weeded every flower bed around the house, redone the pine straw in all of them, bought and planted 35 lorapetilum, and purchased 21 of some other plant species. We even removed 5 juniper bushes. Don’t get me started on that! I will say, though, that hell for me would be spending eternity pulling out juniper bushes while listening to a teething baby. Enough said!
Hubby is still out working in the Georgia sun. I, sadly, ended up getting dizzy and needed to come in to the AC. It’s well known that I love yard work and think there is no better way to spend my weekend. And, if you didn’t catch my sarcasm, well, there’s no hope for you. So, I’ve showered and am now watching hubby out the front window do some manly work. I think I’ll be moving my butt to the recliner here soon, turning on some toons for the little ones, and engaging my brain in a new trashy romance novel.
Sometimes this suburban thing is really hard work.

You know you’re ready for the weekend when…

-Your son slams his head into the door frame and you must call hubby for his knowledge on signs of a concussion

-Your baby daughter develops an unbelievable case of ‘separation anxiety’ overnight and loudly declares her unhappiness every time you leave the room

-You anxiously wait for the guys to deliver your trees and dirt so that you may later leave and go pick out paint samples for an upcoming project

-All the good leftovers have already been eaten

-the children voice their desire to be with daddy…and only daddy

-You find yourself getting irritated that Ikea is down in Atlanta and you don’t drive on the interstate

I think I’m going to brew more coffee. Nothing says Friday afternoon like a weekend chore list and a cup ‘o coffee.

Incriminating evidence

My parents called last night. It was after dinner and right around the time we put the kids to bed. Our phone usually doesn’t ring that last so I assumed either they were calling to wish us a happy anniversary or that someone was dead. Both assumptions were wrong.

They asked me if I remembered an old song called ‘One More Night.’ I hummed a few bars to myself and told them that I did remember the song. They then asked me if I remembered who sang the song. I answered ‘Phil Collins.’ They then asked me if I remember the time I sang the song. I sat there racking my brain as I tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about. Then. It. Hit. Me.

Back when I was a young gal I had the brilliant idea of making my mother a present for an occasion that I do not remember. One of her favorite artists was Phil Collins. I decided, in my infinite young wisdom, to record myself singing one of his songs. Me, the girl with quite possible the most off key voice known to man, decided to enter a mall karaoke booth and record her puberty-changing voice singing a loved ballad that would forever remain on a cassette tape!

My parents found the tape as they were going through my mother’s old cassettes looking for songs to put on her IPod. Of course when they found it they felt the need to play the darn thing. And, that explains the uncontrollable laughter that kept appearing in the background. I begged her to throw it away as I realized that I was genuinely embarrassed for myself.
“Oh, honey. I could never throw away this lovely gift you made for me.”
“No, mother. You can just laugh hysterically at its contents!”
“I think I might pee myself”

Yes, my singing abilities were so awful that my mother lost all sense of bladder control. Thank God I got rid of the other tape where I felt the need to record one of the popular Elvis hits.

I wonder if its a parental responsibility to hang on to this crap for future use. I certainly hope someday that I have some of the same incriminating evidence for my own children. My hubby swears that Jacob will never be president due to all the naked pictures I have taken. It’s not my fault the child can’t keep his clothes on! Truthfully I feel the need to dig up dirt on my parents for a bit of revenge. No, I’m a good daughter. I’ll just plot my revenge for one more night…

six years, three kids, and a partridge in a pear tree

Happy Anniversary, Hubby. It has been a good day.

Ode to 15!

Gotta love a tag, especially from such a fun-loving blogger

The rules are: Think back on the last 15 years of your life. What would you tell someone that you hadn’t seen or talked to for 15 years? How would you sum up your life? You get 10 bullet points. A list of 10 things to summarize you.

The year was 1993…

  • I was about to start my freshman year of high school in a town we had just moved to because of a job transfer. I was miserable, had no friends, and completely in love with Keanu Reeves
  • I graduated high school and moved on to college to study English Education. I was actually one of the few weirdos that entered college knowing exactly what to study!
  • I met a Southern boy and transferred to a southern university after my sophomore year. He and I moved to Georgia together thinking we would end up married.
  • Southern boy and I broke up a couple weeks after moving to Georgia when I met the guy who would later become my hubby.
  • Graduated college and began teaching high school; future hubby got a pacemaker.
  • Married hubby in 2002 (six years tomorrow, actually). Somewhere in here I got my Master’s degree, bought a house, got a couple dogs, and cut my hair off.
  • Had a baby girl in 2004 and decided to quit working to be a woman of leisure…ha!
  • Had a baby boy in 2005 and bought another house
  • Had a baby girl in 2007
  • Lived mostly happily ever after…

Here’s to the next 15…

Ode to 15!

Gotta love a tag, especially from such a fun-loving blogger

The rules are: Think back on the last 15 years of your life. What would you tell someone that you hadn’t seen or talked to for 15 years? How would you sum up your life? You get 10 bullet points. A list of 10 things to summarize you.

The year was 1993…

  • I was about to start my freshman year of high school in a town we had just moved to because of a job transfer. I was miserable, had no friends, and completely in love with Keanu Reeves
  • I graduated high school and moved on to college to study English Education. I was actually one of the few weirdos that entered college knowing exactly what to study!
  • I met a Southern boy and transferred to a southern university after my sophomore year. He and I moved to Georgia together thinking we would end up married.
  • Southern boy and I broke up a couple weeks after moving to Georgia when I met the guy who would later become my hubby.
  • Graduated college and began teaching high school; future hubby got a pacemaker.
  • Married hubby in 2002 (six years tomorrow, actually). Somewhere in here I got my Master’s degree, bought a house, got a couple dogs, and cut my hair off.
  • Had a baby girl in 2004 and decided to quit working to be a woman of leisure…ha!
  • Had a baby boy in 2005 and bought another house
  • Had a baby girl in 2007
  • Lived mostly happily ever after…

Here’s to the next 15…

Sex and the City – Trailer

Yes, I finally ran away from motherhood for just over two hours to see Sex and the City. I have been dying to see this movie, not only because I was a fan of the show, but also because it’s the ultimate chick flick. I got to go with two of my girlfriends (who also escaped babies and husbands)
I’m not going to review the film because that is just subjective. It’s up to you to see the film. I’m a sucker for this crap so ya know I liked it!

Sex and the City – Trailer

Yes, I finally ran away from motherhood for just over two hours to see Sex and the City. I have been dying to see this movie, not only because I was a fan of the show, but also because it’s the ultimate chick flick. I got to go with two of my girlfriends (who also escaped babies and husbands)
I’m not going to review the film because that is just subjective. It’s up to you to see the film. I’m a sucker for this crap so ya know I liked it!