Today I was reminded of why I love being a Milo-mom. I was the special guest star at Milo's daycare today. All this week they had sign ups for parents to come in and read their kid's favorite stories to all the kids. It was my turn today. We took Knuffle Bunny Too, Olivia and the Missing Toy and If I Had A Robot. Milo is so funny when I come in to his class and spend time with the rest of the kids. He acts like he is so proud of me cuz I'm just the coolest mom in town.
Anyway, I spent an extra half hour there today, participating in afternoon snack and reading the stories to the kids, and it was loads of fun. The kids all asked me if I could come back tomorrow and read to them, so they must have enjoyed it too. Miss Kia told me that anytime I want to come in and read, I would be welcome. I wonder if all the parents get treated this way, or if it's just me, because I hang out there so much?
I just like talking to the kids. They crack me up with their "Ooh ooh Milo's mom...did you know I have a dog?" "Oh Milo's mom, Miss Lindsay says I'm not supposed to pick my nose." "Milo's mom...Milo's mom...sometimes my brother hits me when I take his toys." If I could record all of it and bring it home to share, I totally would. Today the kids did get a little scary when I was sitting on the floor getting ready to read to them. All 15 of them came up and tried to sit in my lap at once. Eek. First of all: EW. GERMS. and second of all, too many lil' critters at once. I told them to spread out, and Julia (who talks a LOT) said "But Milo's mom...we really like you!" I told her that I really like them too, but not so much in my lap.
Yesterday was also a special day at daycare: It was Parent Breakfast Day, when all the moms and dads could come in and eat breakfast in the classrooms. It was a really busy day for me at work, so I explained to Milo that we would go to Lakeview extra early so we could participate. Milo was really looking foward to me meeting the other moms and making friends with them, so then we could go visit those kids at their houses. (Seriously. That is what he said when I told him what we were going to do.) Milo was sorely disappointed when we went in the class and I was the only mom there at the time. The other kids all crawled all over me though, so that made him feel better. I also told Milo that made him extra special, since I was the only mom there. Milo actually ate the breakfast on offer too: A bagel with cream cheese and a banana. I had eaten earlier so I just hung out and talked to the kids. I'm hoping that other parents came and went before we got there, and that I wasn't the only one to show up.
This brings me to something that bothers me. Are most people seriously too busy to take an active role in what their kids are doing, whether at daycare or at school? At both Milo's preschool and at daycare, Corey and I and just a few other parents are actively involved in what's going on. How hard is it to spend 15 extra minutes or so to participate in something? Or maybe spend an hour at home doing homework to keep the kid interested in the topic of the week. It's not like we're uber-parents or anything, we just pitch in when the teachers ask us to. It's really disturbing that not more people get into what their kids are doing. No wonder this world is turning into such a scary place!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The light at the end of the tunnel
Some good news! After tomorrow, it's going to be sunny and warm for the rest of the week. Woo hoo!! Hopefully, the basement and the laundry will dry out in a timely manner.
Also, I called our propane company today and scheduled them to come out next Friday (May 1) to do the dryer conversion thing and hook it up. To the tune of $150, but still...at least we know now that it will be done sometime soon. What a load off my mind.
Also, I called our propane company today and scheduled them to come out next Friday (May 1) to do the dryer conversion thing and hook it up. To the tune of $150, but still...at least we know now that it will be done sometime soon. What a load off my mind.
Monday, April 20, 2009
What's worse than regular cat barf?
Pumpkin-colored cat barf!! Have you ever tried to clean bright orange cat puke out of a beige berber carpet? It's not happening. That stain is there to stay despite whatever desperate measures you take.
The vet suggested that I mix canned pumpkin in with Monet's food, to help her with her digestive issues. So I've been doing it, and she eats it with disdain, and then gets me back by yarging it up all over the carpet in the basement. O joy.
The pumpkin has lots of fiber in it, so the vet said that it would help move along anything that was blocking up Monet's butt, and maybe help the hairballs come up. It's not working, so far as I know, but I'm going to keep trying it. It's actually slightly easier to clean up barf than it is to shove laxatives down Monet's throat, which I've had to do in the past.
In the meantime, when we're not home, the bedroom doors are closed and locked (after the cat is chased out of there) to keep that lil' witch from barfing on the beds.
Do you see what I have to deal with? Is it any wonder I'm cranky 99% of the time?
The vet suggested that I mix canned pumpkin in with Monet's food, to help her with her digestive issues. So I've been doing it, and she eats it with disdain, and then gets me back by yarging it up all over the carpet in the basement. O joy.
The pumpkin has lots of fiber in it, so the vet said that it would help move along anything that was blocking up Monet's butt, and maybe help the hairballs come up. It's not working, so far as I know, but I'm going to keep trying it. It's actually slightly easier to clean up barf than it is to shove laxatives down Monet's throat, which I've had to do in the past.
In the meantime, when we're not home, the bedroom doors are closed and locked (after the cat is chased out of there) to keep that lil' witch from barfing on the beds.
Do you see what I have to deal with? Is it any wonder I'm cranky 99% of the time?
The drama continues
Oh man, this weekend was a doozy. I am just now starting to calm down from all that went on. Nothing terribly traumatic or anything, just more annoyances. I don't handle annoyance well at all, especially when said irritation continues on and on and on.....
So last week the drains backed up right before the new washer and dryer showed up. That was the beginning of the end for me. Saturday morning, the washer and dryer are delivered bright and early (8:15 or so). The guys take out the old washer and bring in the new one. Then they turn around and look at the old dryer and say to me: "That's propane. We can't touch that. We're not allowed to do anything with propane dryers."
After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked them why. There was no real answer except they're not supposed to. I couldn't believe it. So I suggested that they turn their backs and I would unscrew the damn gas hose from the back of the dryer (after turning the gas off of course) so they could cart the dryer away. The lead guy could tell I was ready to flip my lid, so he said "No, no, just make sure the gas is off. We'll take care of it."
They took the old dryer out and brought the new one in. They put it in the laundry room and then told me that they couldn't hook it up. I asked why. Because it turns out that all gas dryers are factory equipped to handle natural gas lines only, not propane. And of course, the dryer I bought did not have a conversion kit included with it. I asked them what to do. The guy told me to call Sears and ask them, he wasn't sure. Big help!! This experience wasn't going well at all.
The guy asked me if I wanted him to hook up the washer. I said "Sure go ahead, you're not doing much else here today." They get the washer in place, and ta da!! The drain hose isn't long enough to reach the laundry sink. Jeeezus Christmas. I was about ready to pop a blood vessel at that point. The guy gets on the phone with his warehouse to see if I was supposed to have a hose extension. They gave me a song and dance about delivering it the next day (Sunday). I said okay and sent the guys on their way. Minus a tip, by the way, because NOTHING went the way it was supposed to, except that the old stuff got taken away and the new stuff got put in the basement.
Now it was 10AM-ish and I had $1100 in new laundry facilities, but they were completely useless to me, so I had to go to the freakin' laundromat to do all the wash that had piled up since the drain issue occurred. This means I had to spend another $10 to wash my clothes, plus gas to drive there and back, all because the Sears salesperson that I bought this stuff from is an IDIOT. First of all, he never mentioned any of this natural gas/propane conversion crap to me when I said I wanted a gas dryer. How was I supposed to know the setup is different? It doesn't even say anything about it on the Sears website!! Second, I specifically asked the doofus if the drain hose on the washer would be long enough to reach to a laundry sink, and he said "Oh yah, don't worry about it." OBVIOUSLY I SHOULD HAVE WORRIED!!
Milo and I came back home from the laundrymat and hung the clothes outside to dry, and then I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with Sears, trying to get some answers. It turns out that I have to order the conversion kit for the dryer from Sears, and then get our propane people to come out and install it, once I have the part in hand. That would have been really nice to know TWO WEEKS AGO when I ordered the dryer. Not only do I now have to wait for the parts, I will have to call Suburban Propane to do this for me, and that is going to cost even more money. Plus it means we won't have a functioning dryer for at least another week.
I tried to confirm delivery of the extension hose for the washer, and kept getting the runaround. After the third phone call, when the woman told me in her difficult to understand accent that "they will have to call me back, we just don't know" I knew that no extension hose was coming on Sunday. Yesterday Corey and I went to Lowe's and just bought one. It was probably a lot cheaper than ordering it through Sears, anyway.
To add insult to injury, the delivery guy left my washer manual lying on the basement floor on Saturday. I never even saw it there. Saturday night, the basement flooded again when the water softener ran (because the softener water goes into the same drain that is causing all these problems) so by Sunday morning, the manual was completely sopping wet. I happened to see it when I came downstairs to get something, and I just burst into tears. That was just too much for me to bear, what with all else that had gone on. Fortunately, it was warm enough outside yesterday that I was able to spread the manual out on the front porch, and it dried out pretty well. But still. It would be nice not to have had to do that.
Today I called Sears parts to order the conversion kit, and the guy that answered the phone was a complete drone. He didn't change his tone of voice at all during the entire conversation, not even when I told him how IRRITATED I am at the whole situation. There was no offer of maybe free shipping to make up for the inconvenience. Instead he said "Can I interest you in purchasing a dryer lint brush to go with that?" I could have reached through the phone and choked the guy. He also offered me 10% off on a home renovation package, like perhaps new windows. Yeah, as if I'll ever buy anything from Sears again!
We do finally have the washer up and running but the water situation is still an issue. I have to be careful about how much laundry we do, so as not to flood the basement again. It doesn't matter anyway, because I can only wash on dry days at this point, when I can hang the laundry outside. This week who knows when that will be!
You can bet that after this situation is completely resolved and the washer and dryer are both completely functioning, I am marching myself down to the Sears in Quakerbridge mall and demanding to speak to the appliance sales manager to give them a piece of my mind about their horrible training methods. I am also going to send a blistering letter to the corporate offices about all of this because it pretty much all could have been avoided with a simple "So, do you have a natural gas line or is it propane, lady?"
Corey and I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon checking the drains in the basement to see if they are clogged. They aren't; the water level is just so high that nothing is working like it should. I even went to our next door neighbor's to ask them if they were having water troubles, and they told me that the guy that lived in our house before us had all kinds of water problems in the basement. Aha! This made me feel marginally better. The neighbors also informed us that they have two sump pumps running in their basement because of all the problems that they've had in the past. That is definitely food for thought, especially if this non-draining nonsense continues.
And the final straw: This morning I was taking a shower, and a giant centipede fell on me. I needed that unwelcome visitor like a hole in the head!
Oh yes, I'm still sick with a cold, too, which made all the aggravation even more aggravating because I can barely breathe.
So last week the drains backed up right before the new washer and dryer showed up. That was the beginning of the end for me. Saturday morning, the washer and dryer are delivered bright and early (8:15 or so). The guys take out the old washer and bring in the new one. Then they turn around and look at the old dryer and say to me: "That's propane. We can't touch that. We're not allowed to do anything with propane dryers."
After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked them why. There was no real answer except they're not supposed to. I couldn't believe it. So I suggested that they turn their backs and I would unscrew the damn gas hose from the back of the dryer (after turning the gas off of course) so they could cart the dryer away. The lead guy could tell I was ready to flip my lid, so he said "No, no, just make sure the gas is off. We'll take care of it."
They took the old dryer out and brought the new one in. They put it in the laundry room and then told me that they couldn't hook it up. I asked why. Because it turns out that all gas dryers are factory equipped to handle natural gas lines only, not propane. And of course, the dryer I bought did not have a conversion kit included with it. I asked them what to do. The guy told me to call Sears and ask them, he wasn't sure. Big help!! This experience wasn't going well at all.
The guy asked me if I wanted him to hook up the washer. I said "Sure go ahead, you're not doing much else here today." They get the washer in place, and ta da!! The drain hose isn't long enough to reach the laundry sink. Jeeezus Christmas. I was about ready to pop a blood vessel at that point. The guy gets on the phone with his warehouse to see if I was supposed to have a hose extension. They gave me a song and dance about delivering it the next day (Sunday). I said okay and sent the guys on their way. Minus a tip, by the way, because NOTHING went the way it was supposed to, except that the old stuff got taken away and the new stuff got put in the basement.
Now it was 10AM-ish and I had $1100 in new laundry facilities, but they were completely useless to me, so I had to go to the freakin' laundromat to do all the wash that had piled up since the drain issue occurred. This means I had to spend another $10 to wash my clothes, plus gas to drive there and back, all because the Sears salesperson that I bought this stuff from is an IDIOT. First of all, he never mentioned any of this natural gas/propane conversion crap to me when I said I wanted a gas dryer. How was I supposed to know the setup is different? It doesn't even say anything about it on the Sears website!! Second, I specifically asked the doofus if the drain hose on the washer would be long enough to reach to a laundry sink, and he said "Oh yah, don't worry about it." OBVIOUSLY I SHOULD HAVE WORRIED!!
Milo and I came back home from the laundrymat and hung the clothes outside to dry, and then I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with Sears, trying to get some answers. It turns out that I have to order the conversion kit for the dryer from Sears, and then get our propane people to come out and install it, once I have the part in hand. That would have been really nice to know TWO WEEKS AGO when I ordered the dryer. Not only do I now have to wait for the parts, I will have to call Suburban Propane to do this for me, and that is going to cost even more money. Plus it means we won't have a functioning dryer for at least another week.
I tried to confirm delivery of the extension hose for the washer, and kept getting the runaround. After the third phone call, when the woman told me in her difficult to understand accent that "they will have to call me back, we just don't know" I knew that no extension hose was coming on Sunday. Yesterday Corey and I went to Lowe's and just bought one. It was probably a lot cheaper than ordering it through Sears, anyway.
To add insult to injury, the delivery guy left my washer manual lying on the basement floor on Saturday. I never even saw it there. Saturday night, the basement flooded again when the water softener ran (because the softener water goes into the same drain that is causing all these problems) so by Sunday morning, the manual was completely sopping wet. I happened to see it when I came downstairs to get something, and I just burst into tears. That was just too much for me to bear, what with all else that had gone on. Fortunately, it was warm enough outside yesterday that I was able to spread the manual out on the front porch, and it dried out pretty well. But still. It would be nice not to have had to do that.
Today I called Sears parts to order the conversion kit, and the guy that answered the phone was a complete drone. He didn't change his tone of voice at all during the entire conversation, not even when I told him how IRRITATED I am at the whole situation. There was no offer of maybe free shipping to make up for the inconvenience. Instead he said "Can I interest you in purchasing a dryer lint brush to go with that?" I could have reached through the phone and choked the guy. He also offered me 10% off on a home renovation package, like perhaps new windows. Yeah, as if I'll ever buy anything from Sears again!
We do finally have the washer up and running but the water situation is still an issue. I have to be careful about how much laundry we do, so as not to flood the basement again. It doesn't matter anyway, because I can only wash on dry days at this point, when I can hang the laundry outside. This week who knows when that will be!
You can bet that after this situation is completely resolved and the washer and dryer are both completely functioning, I am marching myself down to the Sears in Quakerbridge mall and demanding to speak to the appliance sales manager to give them a piece of my mind about their horrible training methods. I am also going to send a blistering letter to the corporate offices about all of this because it pretty much all could have been avoided with a simple "So, do you have a natural gas line or is it propane, lady?"
Corey and I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon checking the drains in the basement to see if they are clogged. They aren't; the water level is just so high that nothing is working like it should. I even went to our next door neighbor's to ask them if they were having water troubles, and they told me that the guy that lived in our house before us had all kinds of water problems in the basement. Aha! This made me feel marginally better. The neighbors also informed us that they have two sump pumps running in their basement because of all the problems that they've had in the past. That is definitely food for thought, especially if this non-draining nonsense continues.
And the final straw: This morning I was taking a shower, and a giant centipede fell on me. I needed that unwelcome visitor like a hole in the head!
Oh yes, I'm still sick with a cold, too, which made all the aggravation even more aggravating because I can barely breathe.
Friday, April 17, 2009
And now I am sick
Jeez, does my life keep getting better or what?? I will now spend the next few days coughing, hacking and sneezing all over everyone and everything.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Just a thought I had today
This is the kind of stuff I think about when I'm not busy ranting and raving about something.
This thought occurred to me as I was battling 295 traffic on the way to work this morning: If they made a live-action Jetsons movie, don't you think Bob Saget would be perfect to play George Jetson?
This thought occurred to me as I was battling 295 traffic on the way to work this morning: If they made a live-action Jetsons movie, don't you think Bob Saget would be perfect to play George Jetson?
Overwhelmed and underpaid
When I signed on for this whole "mom" gig, I didn't expect all the strings that are attached. For me, being a mom includes caring for our menagerie of fuzzy fiends, er, I mean, friends. Lately Monet has been a real pain in the neck with the barfing all over the place. She eats plants outside that she shouldn't and then goes around heaving up the aftermath for days on end. Yesterday we came home from work, and Milo announced that there was something gross in the hallway. Yep. Cat barf. It had been sitting there so long that it ate through the polyurethane on the wood floor and stained the floor. Hooray. She had also thrown up in our bedroom (not in our bed, thank God for small favors) and in several large areas in the basement. I don't know about you, but cleaning up that much animal vom is enough to make me exhausted just by thinking about it.
Before all of that even happened, yesterday morning I had to clean up a cubic ton of dog crap, thanks to Lily. Lily had to work out the parts and pieces to one of Milo's cars that she ate, so that meant when I went outside yesterday morning for poop patrol, I literally had to scrape crap from one end of the patio to the other. She even somehow managed to crap on the sump hose. DISGUSTING. I was somewhat thankful that it was warm enough outside to use the hose, because if I had to trek back and forth with my stoopid pitcher of warm water to rinse off the crud, it would have taken me all week. Again, all I had to do was take one look at that load of crap and I was promptly ready to go back to bed.
Not to mention that Milo pretty much pees all over the bathroom every morning because the kid's a firehose. I'm the only one that notices the pee lake, plus I'm the only one that smells it, so I get to be the one that cleans it up. Hooray for me!
We are having drainage problems due to all the rain. The sink is finally working in the kitchen, but now the french drains in the basement are all backed up. The sump is running nonstop again. I did ONE LOAD of laundry this afternoon, and went downstairs to discover wet floors near all the drain openings, and wherever there are cracks in the floor. Plus, the water backed up right where the laundry drains, so the laundry room rug is soaked. That burned my biscuits something awful. First of all, of course I have three more loads of laundry waiting to be done that I can't do, until the water situation clears up. The new washer and dryer are coming Saturday, and I won't even be able to use them. GAAAA. What's the freakin' point of having them, then? I know that eventually the drainage problem will get fixed, but right now I am having myself a good old fashioned freak out attack, because it seems like whenever I want to do anything nice for myself that I deserve, it backfires. Boooo freakin' HOOO! The basement is going to stink something awful because of all the moisture, no matter how much we run the dehumidifier. Not to mention the mold situation that is going to happen. UGH.
And Milo has a cold, and is wiping his boogers on everything and anything, including me.
Like I said, I'm a bit overwhelmed and underpaid right now. I don't often get in this much of a funk but this is just TOO MUCH AT ONCE. I need cheese and salty crunchy snacks, and I need them now!! In large quantities!
Before all of that even happened, yesterday morning I had to clean up a cubic ton of dog crap, thanks to Lily. Lily had to work out the parts and pieces to one of Milo's cars that she ate, so that meant when I went outside yesterday morning for poop patrol, I literally had to scrape crap from one end of the patio to the other. She even somehow managed to crap on the sump hose. DISGUSTING. I was somewhat thankful that it was warm enough outside to use the hose, because if I had to trek back and forth with my stoopid pitcher of warm water to rinse off the crud, it would have taken me all week. Again, all I had to do was take one look at that load of crap and I was promptly ready to go back to bed.
Not to mention that Milo pretty much pees all over the bathroom every morning because the kid's a firehose. I'm the only one that notices the pee lake, plus I'm the only one that smells it, so I get to be the one that cleans it up. Hooray for me!
We are having drainage problems due to all the rain. The sink is finally working in the kitchen, but now the french drains in the basement are all backed up. The sump is running nonstop again. I did ONE LOAD of laundry this afternoon, and went downstairs to discover wet floors near all the drain openings, and wherever there are cracks in the floor. Plus, the water backed up right where the laundry drains, so the laundry room rug is soaked. That burned my biscuits something awful. First of all, of course I have three more loads of laundry waiting to be done that I can't do, until the water situation clears up. The new washer and dryer are coming Saturday, and I won't even be able to use them. GAAAA. What's the freakin' point of having them, then? I know that eventually the drainage problem will get fixed, but right now I am having myself a good old fashioned freak out attack, because it seems like whenever I want to do anything nice for myself that I deserve, it backfires. Boooo freakin' HOOO! The basement is going to stink something awful because of all the moisture, no matter how much we run the dehumidifier. Not to mention the mold situation that is going to happen. UGH.
And Milo has a cold, and is wiping his boogers on everything and anything, including me.
Like I said, I'm a bit overwhelmed and underpaid right now. I don't often get in this much of a funk but this is just TOO MUCH AT ONCE. I need cheese and salty crunchy snacks, and I need them now!! In large quantities!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Homework
Next week at daycare is something called "Week of the Young Child." We participate by filling out forms that say why our kid is special, and attending some events in the classrooms. The first project we have to finish for next week was homework for Milo this week. We had to make a paper doll of Milo, portraying him and the things he likes to do. Of course, I got a little carried away, but we had lots of fun putting it together.
The basic doll that was sent home with Milo. Just a plain ol' brown gingerbread man!
And this is what we ended up with, after an hour or two of fooling around with different photos. Milo can't wait to take it to school tomorrow and hang it up! He says he looks like a rock star, you know.
The basic doll that was sent home with Milo. Just a plain ol' brown gingerbread man!
And this is what we ended up with, after an hour or two of fooling around with different photos. Milo can't wait to take it to school tomorrow and hang it up! He says he looks like a rock star, you know.Monday, April 13, 2009
My day is filled with joy
Okay, so let me just tell you up front: I have the most creative reasons for being late to work EVER. The stuff that happens to me in the mornings is real, I swear. Surely there must be someone else in the world that endures the same bizarro drama as me on a daily basis.
This morning's reason why I was five minutes late: Monet barfed in Milo's sneakers. Literally, as I was walking toward the shoes, telling Milo to get his sneakers on, Monet ran up and threw up in them. It was 8:13AM and we have to leave the house by 8:15 for me to have enough time to drop Milo at Lakeview and get to work by 9. I was disgusted by the cat barf in my kid's sneaks, and I had to frantically search the house for Milo's other good pair of shoes. We cleaned the house last weekend, so now I don't know where anything is. It took me a few minutes, but I did find the other shoes, slapped them on Milo's feet and we left. I had to deal with the barf when we got home, which by that time, had more added to it. Monet also barfed all over the basement floor while we were gone.
When I got to work, my boss said, "Why are you late?" I told him, and he just stared at me with his mouth hanging open for a minute, and then he said "So I guess this is why you wanted to come back to work?" Uh, yep, pretty much, to escape the dark reality of my house! At home I am chief dishwasher and buttwiper, and not necessarily in that order. When I'm at work, at least I don't have to wipe anyone's butt! (or clean up their vomit)
Long story short: Anyone want to adopt an adorable tortishell 10-year-old kitty? I'm just kidding....sort of. Right now, after the vomit comet she unleashed today, I'd get rid of that cat in a second, if Corey would let me.
This morning's reason why I was five minutes late: Monet barfed in Milo's sneakers. Literally, as I was walking toward the shoes, telling Milo to get his sneakers on, Monet ran up and threw up in them. It was 8:13AM and we have to leave the house by 8:15 for me to have enough time to drop Milo at Lakeview and get to work by 9. I was disgusted by the cat barf in my kid's sneaks, and I had to frantically search the house for Milo's other good pair of shoes. We cleaned the house last weekend, so now I don't know where anything is. It took me a few minutes, but I did find the other shoes, slapped them on Milo's feet and we left. I had to deal with the barf when we got home, which by that time, had more added to it. Monet also barfed all over the basement floor while we were gone.
When I got to work, my boss said, "Why are you late?" I told him, and he just stared at me with his mouth hanging open for a minute, and then he said "So I guess this is why you wanted to come back to work?" Uh, yep, pretty much, to escape the dark reality of my house! At home I am chief dishwasher and buttwiper, and not necessarily in that order. When I'm at work, at least I don't have to wipe anyone's butt! (or clean up their vomit)
Long story short: Anyone want to adopt an adorable tortishell 10-year-old kitty? I'm just kidding....sort of. Right now, after the vomit comet she unleashed today, I'd get rid of that cat in a second, if Corey would let me.
There's a little black spot on the sun today....
Yep, Milo has another favorite band: the Police. We listened to "King of Pain" three or four times on the ride home from work this afternoon. Actually, he knows most of the words to most of the songs on the "best of" Police CD we've been listening to lately. Another Police song that he likes a lot is "Do Do Do Do Da Da Da Da." He goes around the house singing that one sometimes. Why the Police is not "girl music" I don't know! I do know that every time I think of Sting, I automatically think of Popeye. Something about Sting just really reminds of Popeye as portrayed by Robin Williams in the 1980s. Is it the hair? The giant muscle arms? Who knows?!
King of Pain: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMxilbDGelU
Doo Doo: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SojAZ0X1e0
King of Pain: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMxilbDGelU
Doo Doo: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SojAZ0X1e0
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter!
I hope you had a great Easter, however you celebrate it. We were all up bright and early this morning, having an egg hunt in the house. This was Milo's fourth egg hunt in the last two weeks; by now he must have at least 50 plastic eggs. It was still very exciting, except that Milo quickly discovered that all the hunting eggs were "duds," meaning no candy inside. (The Easter Bunny wised up and remembered that Lily lives here.) It was still fun searching for eggs; despite their dudness. Then Milo had to hunt for his Easter basket, which was hidden on one of the bookshelves. Those eggs were not duds....and two even had Bakugan balls inside! Wooo hoooo!!
Milo promptly ate three or four candies, and took some cold medicine, (yep, he's sick again, just with a runny nose though) so most of the rest of the morning he was bouncing off the walls. Most of the time Milo was in his room playing, so I was still able to get the house picked up and vacuum and all the usual housework stuff I do on Sunday mornings.
This afternoon Milo and I took the dogs out for a much needed run, and played and played outside despite the bitterly cold wind. Corey came home from work sometime around then. We took a break while I got the ham in the oven, and then Milo and Corey played Bakugan while I puttered around in the basement, clearing a path for the washer and dryer guys. The new machines aren't coming until Saturday, but if I didn't get stuff moved around today, it wasn't going to happen, based on how busy we are during the week.
We enjoyed our ham dinner (Milo even ate some ham! After I told him it tastes like chicken nuggets though. He wasn't very convinced of that, but tried it anyway, and liked it. We are on a roll with the eating of normal food!!) and did our usual evening routine of bath, stories, bedtime. Now Milo is tucked into his sleeping bag, listening to his Led Zeppelin lullabies, Corey is stomping around upstairs getting ready for his bedtime, and I am finishing up my little bits of chores so I can get my beauty sleep for the Monday morning rush. All is right with the world, as it should be.
A note on Milo and his sleeping bag: He started sleeping in it in his bed a few nights ago. It cracks me up, because I did exactly the same thing when I was a kid, except I liked to sleep on the floor. I was telling Corey how funny it was that Milo digs his sleeping bag as much as I used to, and Corey started laughing: Apparently Corey also slept in his sleeping bag (in his bed) for a stretch of time when he was a little kid. He said it was just like camping out. I totally agree. I can definitely predict sleeping outside in the tent this summer......I did that every summer pretty much until we got married :)
Milo promptly ate three or four candies, and took some cold medicine, (yep, he's sick again, just with a runny nose though) so most of the rest of the morning he was bouncing off the walls. Most of the time Milo was in his room playing, so I was still able to get the house picked up and vacuum and all the usual housework stuff I do on Sunday mornings.
This afternoon Milo and I took the dogs out for a much needed run, and played and played outside despite the bitterly cold wind. Corey came home from work sometime around then. We took a break while I got the ham in the oven, and then Milo and Corey played Bakugan while I puttered around in the basement, clearing a path for the washer and dryer guys. The new machines aren't coming until Saturday, but if I didn't get stuff moved around today, it wasn't going to happen, based on how busy we are during the week.
We enjoyed our ham dinner (Milo even ate some ham! After I told him it tastes like chicken nuggets though. He wasn't very convinced of that, but tried it anyway, and liked it. We are on a roll with the eating of normal food!!) and did our usual evening routine of bath, stories, bedtime. Now Milo is tucked into his sleeping bag, listening to his Led Zeppelin lullabies, Corey is stomping around upstairs getting ready for his bedtime, and I am finishing up my little bits of chores so I can get my beauty sleep for the Monday morning rush. All is right with the world, as it should be.
A note on Milo and his sleeping bag: He started sleeping in it in his bed a few nights ago. It cracks me up, because I did exactly the same thing when I was a kid, except I liked to sleep on the floor. I was telling Corey how funny it was that Milo digs his sleeping bag as much as I used to, and Corey started laughing: Apparently Corey also slept in his sleeping bag (in his bed) for a stretch of time when he was a little kid. He said it was just like camping out. I totally agree. I can definitely predict sleeping outside in the tent this summer......I did that every summer pretty much until we got married :)
Friday, April 10, 2009
totally random thoughts
1. Did you know that at 3:30 PM on Good Friday, the party bus drops off the old people at the Shoprite in Bordentown? Old people are supposed to be back in their caves at 2pm, so they can get ready for their early bird dinners. That is the rule!! It was being blatantly broken this afternoon, much to my dismay. On the way home from work this afternoon, I stopped at Shoprite to do the weekly grocery shop, and was blocked in by old people every step of the way. Argh. It was very frustrating. I have serious issues with oldsters. I know I'm supposed to respect my elders and all, but it's difficult when there is one standing IN MY WAY in EVERY SINGLE AISLE in FRONT OF EVERY SINGLE THING I want to put in my own cart. I have to yell "EXCUSE ME. EXCUUUUUSEEEE MEEE!" at least three times, or if that doesn't sink in, I have to shove my way past them, which earns ME the dirty looks. I especially have issues when they're scooting around in those rental motorized cart things, and try to run me down because they're so desperate to get to the next sale item. ARGH!! In case you maybe didn't notice, patience is not one of my virtues :)
3. Did I mention that I have new work hours? I started working 9-3 Monday through Friday last week. It's working out great so far. Except that Milo has a love/hate relationship going on with getting picked up earlier from daycare. One day last week we stayed a little while and had afternoon snack with the other kids, and now Milo wants to do that every day. Before I had to talk him into going to school in the mornings; now I have to talk him into leaving school in the afternoons! Other than that, I love this schedule. It gives me time in the afternoons to do errands on the way home, and we're always home in plenty of time to make a decent supper.
4. Speaking of supper, you'll never guess what Milo had for dinner tonight: Our son ate salad, a hamburger and french fries. He actually asked for the salad himself. I know, Mr. I don't eat anything green!! Those kids at Lakeview are rubbing off on him; Milo ate a salad there last week and came home raving about how tasty it was, as long as there was no dressing on it. I bought a bag o' salad at Shoprite this afternoon, thinking "Here's $2.00 down the tubes" because I figured Milo wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole, and I would end up having to eat it for lunch or something. Lo and behold, the kid ate it, with gusto! And the hamburger too! Again because of Lakeview. They eat turkey burgers there, and he likes those, so we just told him it was a turkey burger, and Milo ate it right up. Cool beans!
5. And the biggest news of the week: After much deliberation and teeth gnashing, I finally went to Sears and ordered a new washing machine and dryer. Our set of used stuff is hovering on the verge of just giving up the ghost altogether, so Corey and I talked it over and decided it was time to spend the bucks. We've been talking about it for over a year, but I've been reluctant to take the steps to purchase them. Mainly because I'm the one that has to use the dang things day in and day out, and if I made the wrong choice and they don't perform as I need them to, I'll be kicking myself in the butt for the next 10 or 15 years. My original intention was to get the high-falutin' new style washing machine with no agitator, to fit tons of laundry inside, but they are too big to get through our doorways. So I opted for a mid level set, that is larger than what we currently have, but not ginormous. I also went for plain old rotary controls, so I don't have to be bothered with pushing buttons and choosing fancy cycles. I can just spin the dial to "wash" and walk away. I basically just bought the 2009 version of what we already have, now that I'm thinking about it. They will be here on the 18th. Woo hoo!! To get ready for their arrival, Corey and I have to move all kinds of crap out of the way in the basement, but it will be so totally worth the effort.
3. Did I mention that I have new work hours? I started working 9-3 Monday through Friday last week. It's working out great so far. Except that Milo has a love/hate relationship going on with getting picked up earlier from daycare. One day last week we stayed a little while and had afternoon snack with the other kids, and now Milo wants to do that every day. Before I had to talk him into going to school in the mornings; now I have to talk him into leaving school in the afternoons! Other than that, I love this schedule. It gives me time in the afternoons to do errands on the way home, and we're always home in plenty of time to make a decent supper.
4. Speaking of supper, you'll never guess what Milo had for dinner tonight: Our son ate salad, a hamburger and french fries. He actually asked for the salad himself. I know, Mr. I don't eat anything green!! Those kids at Lakeview are rubbing off on him; Milo ate a salad there last week and came home raving about how tasty it was, as long as there was no dressing on it. I bought a bag o' salad at Shoprite this afternoon, thinking "Here's $2.00 down the tubes" because I figured Milo wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole, and I would end up having to eat it for lunch or something. Lo and behold, the kid ate it, with gusto! And the hamburger too! Again because of Lakeview. They eat turkey burgers there, and he likes those, so we just told him it was a turkey burger, and Milo ate it right up. Cool beans!
5. And the biggest news of the week: After much deliberation and teeth gnashing, I finally went to Sears and ordered a new washing machine and dryer. Our set of used stuff is hovering on the verge of just giving up the ghost altogether, so Corey and I talked it over and decided it was time to spend the bucks. We've been talking about it for over a year, but I've been reluctant to take the steps to purchase them. Mainly because I'm the one that has to use the dang things day in and day out, and if I made the wrong choice and they don't perform as I need them to, I'll be kicking myself in the butt for the next 10 or 15 years. My original intention was to get the high-falutin' new style washing machine with no agitator, to fit tons of laundry inside, but they are too big to get through our doorways. So I opted for a mid level set, that is larger than what we currently have, but not ginormous. I also went for plain old rotary controls, so I don't have to be bothered with pushing buttons and choosing fancy cycles. I can just spin the dial to "wash" and walk away. I basically just bought the 2009 version of what we already have, now that I'm thinking about it. They will be here on the 18th. Woo hoo!! To get ready for their arrival, Corey and I have to move all kinds of crap out of the way in the basement, but it will be so totally worth the effort.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Milo's first official Easter egg hunt
Corey found out about the Easter egg hunt that's held in our local park yesterday when he picked Milo up from preschool. The hunt was this afternoon at 1pm. Milo and I go to the park all the time to play on the playground, and we've never seen so many kids there at once! Milo had a pretty good time, especially because he got to see his friend Christian from school. I was a pinch disappointed at how quickly it was all over. I think it took 20 seconds for the kids to find all the eggs. It took longer for us to collect Milo's prize, which was a small chocolate bunny with those scary yellow eyes.
The Easter egg hunting field. The eggs were scattered far and wide over the fields. The fields were divided by age group, which was really great. It kept too many kids from being in one place at the same time, and also kept them from fighting over the eggs.
Milo and Christian chatting it up before the big hunt.
The Easter Bunny came by to say hi. Milo was completely freaked out by the walking talking rabbit, until I told him that it was just a girl in a costume. Then he was cool and gave her a high five.
The Easter egg hunting field. The eggs were scattered far and wide over the fields. The fields were divided by age group, which was really great. It kept too many kids from being in one place at the same time, and also kept them from fighting over the eggs.
Milo and Christian chatting it up before the big hunt.
The Easter Bunny came by to say hi. Milo was completely freaked out by the walking talking rabbit, until I told him that it was just a girl in a costume. Then he was cool and gave her a high five.And they're off!
Milo looking all dejected because he only found six eggs. He perked up a bit when I told him there was candy in each one.
Milo looking all dejected because he only found six eggs. He perked up a bit when I told him there was candy in each one.The big prize! If I were Milo, I'd be more afraid of this rabbit. I do NOT understand why chocolate bunny makers insist on giving them those horrible boob-like eyes!!
The biggest surprise: A baby lamb came to visit! This little lamb is only three weeks old. The woman was walking her on a leash, along the outside edge of the park. I couldn't believe that the only kids that noticed the lamb were Milo and Christian. The lady was nice enough to let them bottle feed the lamb, and pet her a little bit. That is really cool, and a much better symbol of Easter than fluorescent colored plastic eggs. In my opinion, anyways.
The biggest surprise: A baby lamb came to visit! This little lamb is only three weeks old. The woman was walking her on a leash, along the outside edge of the park. I couldn't believe that the only kids that noticed the lamb were Milo and Christian. The lady was nice enough to let them bottle feed the lamb, and pet her a little bit. That is really cool, and a much better symbol of Easter than fluorescent colored plastic eggs. In my opinion, anyways.Stormy weather
Friday was a weirdly stormy day. A quick moving storm passed through right after I got home from work that afternoon. Between the angle of the sun, and the wind, the clouds were doing some pretty nifty things. I'm normally not into taking pictures of the clouds, but these were too interesting to resist.
Odd blue clouds! They were such a pretty color of blue; we've never seen anything like that before.
Creepy white cloud in the midst of black clouds. Talk about standing out in the crowd!
The tail end of the big storm cloud. All neat and roiled up looking!
I just like this picture because of the glow of the sun in the corner....it sort of looks like the sky is on fire.
Odd blue clouds! They were such a pretty color of blue; we've never seen anything like that before.
Creepy white cloud in the midst of black clouds. Talk about standing out in the crowd!
The tail end of the big storm cloud. All neat and roiled up looking!
I just like this picture because of the glow of the sun in the corner....it sort of looks like the sky is on fire.Awesome projects!
Milo's lesson this week at preschool was about recycling, and how you can use old stuff to make new stuff. When I got home from work on Thursday, SpongeBob RectanglePants was waiting for me on the kitchen table, along with this rocket. The high school kids all brought in assorted "junk" and Milo came up with these ideas on his own. I love how he named the rocket the Mighty Explorer. No, he didn't write that on there himself, one of the big kids did that for him. Pretty creative, huh?The Best Birthday Party EVER!
This year we made a monumental decision about Milo's birthday and decided to throw him his first all-friends party. We had it the weekend after his 4th birthday, and it was a total success. Good times were had by all: kids and moms and dads alike! We made our own party hats, had an egg hunt, had a "can you keep your egg on the spoon?" race, and a "who can roll their egg the farthest with a spoon?" race. We also played stick the s on Superman and of course, had cake and ice cream!
Milo and I spent the afternoon before his party decorating our hearts out. I used the air compressor to blow up the balloons. That was good fun for me, except I was a bit overzealous at first as to the amount of air I put in the balloons. I blew four balloons to smithereens before I figured out how to control the nozzle better. All in all, I think I blew up 30 balloons, and then we festooned the house with them. A little too much balloonage, in my opinion, but Milo loved it, and it was his party, after all. The theme was Wall-E, so we had the appropiate decorations for that, and the cake was a Wall-E cake. In the end, Milo said it was the best birthday party EVER. Yep, we thought so too!
Balloons and streamers everywhere!
The big Superman poster on the door was for pinning the S on Superman. That was a lot of fun!
Lots and lots of balloons and Wall-E danglers.
A bower of balloons over the kitchen table.
Jack putting on his DIY party hat.
Milo busily adding eggs to his egg hunt bag.
Milo pinning the S on the wall.
Autumn about to pin the S on Superman's chest.
Brody getting really close!
The Spongebob Squarepants style cake that Corey ordered up for me. 
Milo and I spent the afternoon before his party decorating our hearts out. I used the air compressor to blow up the balloons. That was good fun for me, except I was a bit overzealous at first as to the amount of air I put in the balloons. I blew four balloons to smithereens before I figured out how to control the nozzle better. All in all, I think I blew up 30 balloons, and then we festooned the house with them. A little too much balloonage, in my opinion, but Milo loved it, and it was his party, after all. The theme was Wall-E, so we had the appropiate decorations for that, and the cake was a Wall-E cake. In the end, Milo said it was the best birthday party EVER. Yep, we thought so too!
Balloons and streamers everywhere!
The big Superman poster on the door was for pinning the S on Superman. That was a lot of fun!
Lots and lots of balloons and Wall-E danglers.
A bower of balloons over the kitchen table.
Jack putting on his DIY party hat.
Milo busily adding eggs to his egg hunt bag.
Milo pinning the S on the wall.
Autumn about to pin the S on Superman's chest.
Brody getting really close!
The Spongebob Squarepants style cake that Corey ordered up for me. 
Milo's awesome Wall-E cake. Thanks Gina for making the cakes!
Milo and Brody bonking each other with the blowers.
Blowing out his candles.
Autumn, Milo and Jack, sporting their party hats and looking pretty darn tired from all the excitement.
Milo and Brody bonking each other with the blowers.
Blowing out his candles.
Autumn, Milo and Jack, sporting their party hats and looking pretty darn tired from all the excitement.Friday, March 27, 2009
Just for old time's sake
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P46bQNssQWQ
Just click on it, you know you want to. It will make you laugh, and then you'll think of me every time you hear it for the rest of your life.
Remember: I did the Batusi dance all by myself, in front of the whole world, at our wedding, and I loved every second of it.
Just click on it, you know you want to. It will make you laugh, and then you'll think of me every time you hear it for the rest of your life.
Remember: I did the Batusi dance all by myself, in front of the whole world, at our wedding, and I loved every second of it.
A new and improved way to torture Milo
Milo has declared that he hates "girl" songs, especially Don't Cry For Me Argentina. We discovered this quite by accident the other night, when Milo was whining about something, so I started singing to him "Don't cry for me Milo-tina, the truth is I'll always love you, all through your bad dreams and your butt explosions...I keep my promises so quit yer bitchin." (The real words are: Don't cry for me Argentina, The truth is I never left you, All through my wild days, My mad existence, I kept my promise, Don't keep your distance.)
Milo freaked out and started crying harder. Corey came in to find out what was going on, and so I sang my version again...which sent Milo further off into the deep end. We got him to calm down and asked Milo why that song upset him so much. Milo said "It's a girl song and my name is NOT TINA." Much stifled giggling ensued, on our part, all the while reassuring Milo that we would never be such awful parents again.
Then we remembered that we have a punky cover version of the forbidden song, so we sneaked it into the CD player a couple of days ago, and called Milo in to listen to some awesome music. As soon as Milo heard them say "Argentina" he started bawling again. So please, don't ever take Milo to see Evita on Broadway, because he has some serious deep-seated issues with that song!
Hear it for yourself, if you want: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Uv0c9kMcf0
Another song that Milo says is a girl song: Lollipop by the Chordettes. We are only allowed to listen to it while he is actually eating a lollipop. Too bad I pretty much ignore that rule: I like this song a lot! www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Oi79iS9jcE
Milo also seems to think that Harry Belafonte is a girl and can't stand Day-O or Jump In the Line, both songs that Corey and I love because they are from Beetlejuice, only one of the best Tim Burton movies ever made.
Day-O www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMTNT_BzkdA
Jump in the Line www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7zNlmzAo14
Meanwhile, on the list of music that Milo does like, AC/DC is his new favorite band. The kid was definitely born 30 years too late. We were on our way home last week, listening to 93.3 WMMR (Milo's favorite radio station, and here's why: "They play lots of GOOD rock n roll, Mom!") and Hell's Bells by AC/DC came on. Milo stopped short about whatever he was blabbering about and said "Mom, turn this up, it's awesome!" He proceeded to rock out to the duration of the song. Its over 5 minutes long, otherwise I would post it here for your enjoyment also. AC/DC has a new album out, and we happened to hear their new song on our way home from the doctor today, again on MMR. Milo made me crank up the radio this time too. He is a metalhead at four years old. Geez Louise, what are we in for??
I'm pretty sure this is the song we heard today, called Rock n Roll Train www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX2xbqWtyJU
PS: What's not to like about AC/DC? You can't go wrong when the lead guitarist's name is Angus! That name is almost as cool as Milo's. :)
Milo freaked out and started crying harder. Corey came in to find out what was going on, and so I sang my version again...which sent Milo further off into the deep end. We got him to calm down and asked Milo why that song upset him so much. Milo said "It's a girl song and my name is NOT TINA." Much stifled giggling ensued, on our part, all the while reassuring Milo that we would never be such awful parents again.
Then we remembered that we have a punky cover version of the forbidden song, so we sneaked it into the CD player a couple of days ago, and called Milo in to listen to some awesome music. As soon as Milo heard them say "Argentina" he started bawling again. So please, don't ever take Milo to see Evita on Broadway, because he has some serious deep-seated issues with that song!
Hear it for yourself, if you want: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Uv0c9kMcf0
Another song that Milo says is a girl song: Lollipop by the Chordettes. We are only allowed to listen to it while he is actually eating a lollipop. Too bad I pretty much ignore that rule: I like this song a lot! www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Oi79iS9jcE
Milo also seems to think that Harry Belafonte is a girl and can't stand Day-O or Jump In the Line, both songs that Corey and I love because they are from Beetlejuice, only one of the best Tim Burton movies ever made.
Day-O www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMTNT_BzkdA
Jump in the Line www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7zNlmzAo14
Meanwhile, on the list of music that Milo does like, AC/DC is his new favorite band. The kid was definitely born 30 years too late. We were on our way home last week, listening to 93.3 WMMR (Milo's favorite radio station, and here's why: "They play lots of GOOD rock n roll, Mom!") and Hell's Bells by AC/DC came on. Milo stopped short about whatever he was blabbering about and said "Mom, turn this up, it's awesome!" He proceeded to rock out to the duration of the song. Its over 5 minutes long, otherwise I would post it here for your enjoyment also. AC/DC has a new album out, and we happened to hear their new song on our way home from the doctor today, again on MMR. Milo made me crank up the radio this time too. He is a metalhead at four years old. Geez Louise, what are we in for??
I'm pretty sure this is the song we heard today, called Rock n Roll Train www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX2xbqWtyJU
PS: What's not to like about AC/DC? You can't go wrong when the lead guitarist's name is Angus! That name is almost as cool as Milo's. :)
Monday, March 23, 2009
Fava beans, anyone?
I think we've finally found the solution to Quinn's aggression and anxiety issues: a muzzle! When I took him to the vet last week, I had to muzzle Quinnie to get him out of the truck, and I was telling the vet about how nutsy Quinn is whenever anyone unfamiliar comes to the house, and that he will bite first and ask questions later. Just ask Jordan, he got nipped the other day because I wasn't fast enough in grabbing Quinn's collar. Anyway, the vet suggested a basket muzzle, which I never heard of before. I came home, looked them up online, sized Quinn up, and ordered one. It came today, and I already started training Quinn to accept it. It keeps him from biting, but Quinn can still pant and drink water, and eat a treat if its shoved through the cage bars. This way, he can be loose in the house when people are here so he can do his job of protecting me and Milo, without injuring anyone else in the process. Plus it makes Quinn look extra tough!
Aw Mom, can you think of anything more embarrassing to do to me? I look like Hannibal Lector!
Lily, get your damn man-hands off my face-cage. Gaaa!
Gee Quinn, why you wearing that stupid thing? Ha ha, I can bite you and you can't bite me back! Don't whap me with it, it hurts!
Aw Mom, can you think of anything more embarrassing to do to me? I look like Hannibal Lector!Lily, get your damn man-hands off my face-cage. Gaaa!
Gee Quinn, why you wearing that stupid thing? Ha ha, I can bite you and you can't bite me back! Don't whap me with it, it hurts!(As soon as I put the muzzle on Quinn this afternoon, he and Lily got into a fight. He quickly realized that he couldn't snap at Lily, but he figured out how to bonk her with the muzzle instead. I wish I had had the video camera running, it would have been the winner!)
Happy Birthday to us!
On Sunday afternoon, Milo and I went to visit Cranmom and Cranpop and Aunt Heather at my parents house. (Yes, I spelled those right, my parents have become cran-berries for some reason, in Milo-speak.) We had good fun, and Milo was wound up tighter than a spring because of cake overload. Aunt Heather gave Milo some very nice helium balloons that were the highlight of his day, along with some other gifts. She asked Milo as he was opening his presents, if he liked to get clothes as presents. Milo said "No way." So then I leaned over and told him that if he gets something he really doesn't like, it's polite to pretend that he does like it, and then just put that thing away for later. Lo and behold, Milo opened a box of new clothes. He said in his best high excitement voice "Oh wow, Aunt Heather, these are the best clothes I ever saw! THANK YOU." and promptly pulled out the tissue paper and played with it instead. The kid should be in show biz :)
Behold the power of cheese! There's American, provolone, cheddar, swiss, muenster, some kind of pepper jack....all the kinds of cheese I like the best!
Today we had to go to work and to Lakeview. Milo was NOT enthused about going to daycare on his birthday, even though he knew they would be doing something special for him. He spent the first 45 minutes of his morning being upset about it, until I reminded him that his friends would be at school also, and that we were bringing pudding to share so it would be an extra special day. Milo cheered up after that, and managed to earn his Monday sticker after all. We had to bring pudding because that's what comes in a factory sealed package and doesn't have any nuts or wheat in it, so nobody would have an allergic reaction, and it's not a choking hazard. Milo said that they did sing happy birthday to him, but they didn't give him any candles to blow out because candles just don't stand up in pudding very well, but he had fun anyway.
Then we came home and had pizza for dinner and Milo opened his gifts from us. Corey and I had pizza for dinner, actually, Milo didn't eat until later and when he did eat, he had one french fry and two bananas. Milo's favorite present was something called a Bakugan ball, which is a tiny ball that transforms into a robot when you place it on a magnetic card. It is a pretty cool toy, and apparently they're all the rage these days, like Pokemon used to be.
As far as my birthday went, it was great: I got cheese!! My sistah gave me two packages of specialty cheese, and my hubby gave me lots and lots of different yummy cheeses. If I were to say I love cheese, that's a tiny bit of an understatement. What a perfect way to turn 35! (at least, according to me.)
Behold the power of cheese! There's American, provolone, cheddar, swiss, muenster, some kind of pepper jack....all the kinds of cheese I like the best!
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