Bonus! Two Part Edition

Part one:

As if crawling wasn't enough this weekend, someone thought it would be fun to kill two birds with one stone. Woot!
"I don't want to nap! I want to pull up on things and be a big girl!"

Oh My God! When did she turn into a big girl? Wasn't I just in labor?

I guess not. At least she's cute.

Part Two:

Mason on the other hand is in love with his helmet. Go ahead, you can laugh. Yes, my son likes to wear a helmet. In public even. On the way to my parents house for dinner, check. To Target, check.

I am kind of relieved though. This way he can protect his brain and forever say awesome things.

This was our conversation this morning as we went to get Harper as she was waking up from her nap.

Me: Mason, don't get in her crib. Mason get out of her crib!

Him: mmmmmm, she smells good.

Me: What does she smell like?

Him: like punkins.

Me: Oh, like pumpkins. That's cause she's a girl and girls smell good. What do boys smell like?

(without hesitation)

Him: like grilled cheese.

Awesome. Just Awesome.

Why everyone should come out to dinner with my family. Just once.

We are a pretty open family. Very open in fact. I may or may not have asked Pedro if I was getting hemorrhoids during my last pregnancy. He may or may not have agreed to check. And we all jumped for joy when he informed me that "No! No Hemorrhoids for Ann!" I mean we maybe jumped for joy, errr something.

We have no issues talking about farts or pooping. In fact those two are probably two of our very favorite topics. We try to be responsible though too (chuckle, chuckle). We are trying to teach Mason the appropriate times to talk about said topics. We are getting an F+, the + for the effort. We are failing miserably.

Tonight we ate at a local greasy spoon and were seated in a booth closest to the bathroom. We were just about finished when a older man walked by us to use the restroom. Mason blurted out in his three-year-old voice which only works on LOUD, "Is that man going to go POOP?" As if once wasn't enough for the entire restaurant to hear, he repeated himself until I finally answered him.

Awesome. So who's up for taking us out tomorrow night?

7 Things

I was tagged forever ago to do this by these two ladies. One thing about me...when I promise to do something, I do it. Quite possibly tardy, but I always do it. Also, I have tried to post it two other times, so hopefully 3 is a charm?

1. If I could have a second home anywhere it would be someplace tropical, on the beach, feet from the water. It would be small, just big enough to be comfortable for us but small enough to clean up the sand with one Swiffer wipe.

2. Figure this one out...My two favorite junk foods: Good & Plenty candies and White cheddar Cheez-its. But...I can't stand black licorice and I'll always pass on the regular cheez-its.

3. A big pet peeve of mine is the overuse of all the Internet geek-isms. LOL, ROFLMAO, you know them. You will never see me use them. Sometimes they are fine because you really are laughing out loud but COME ON! Are you really rolling on the floor? A little dramatic, don't you think?

**edited: I am a total hypocrite! I totally use OMG all. the. time. And probably a WTF now and then too.

4. I secretly want to be just like Martha. Minus the jail time. Really she's the craftiest, classiest woman ever and you can't deny the woman has got fantastic taste!

5. I recently noticed that I am strangely drawn to all things striped and hooded.

6. I am not a cat person at all. I once had a Siamese cat Dusty, who was a boy. He died of breast cancer. I will never have another cat.

7. If I could choose my daily schedule. I'd go to bed very early and get up very early. Unfortunately my bosses don't allow that. They have different ideas about ideal waking hours.

I am going to leave it up to whoever is interested to do this; just let me know so I can check out your geek-isms, I mean answers. Holla!

Everyone needs a little sugar now and then.

Pedro is gone again, in New York. Mason has been a monster. I am not sure if I can chalk it up to him missing his Dad or me being on edge, or what. But it has been rough.

Yesterday I was just about to cry after the 634th naughty thing Mason did. I think he could tell I was at the end of my rope. He walked right up to me as I was sitting on the floor, got inches from my face and asked, "Do you need some sugar?"

I started laughing hysterically, he started laughing hysterically and all was good in the world again.

Happy Happy Joy Joy!

I'd like to think of myself as a positive person. Don't get me wrong, I definitely have down points in my life, but for the most part I don't think I accentuate the negative. I have a few friends that are lucky enough to be "my venting ears" (thanks and I'm sorry, Heidi and Jill and neighbor Megan) but I don't think that my existance runs on negativity. I think it is toxic to be so "poor me".

Be glad you aren't watching me talk in real life right now because I'd probably drive you crazy with the amount of times I'd simulate "air" "quotes".

The thing I've been pondering lately is what are those poor me'ers looking for when they cannot say enough about how wronged they've been their entire life. Do they want sympathy or a medal of honor or a freaking tissue. Would it be unkind for me to say "get over it already"! I really am an empathic person but my god, Debby Downer is bringing me down, people! Seriously the negativity is so strong it has the potency to taint my entire day and that is not cool.

Now, I must go. The self-consciousness has taken over and I 'm nervious that I am "one of them".


**Promise**

minimal if any use of quotations on next post.

Too Legit to Quit, hey hey!

What? Am I the only one who was cool enough to see MC Hammer in concert? I know, you are all totally jealous now. Let's all just pretend I never said anything about it m'kay?

And moving on...

Mason is totally into his Dad lately. He needs to do everything he does. Pedro works on one of his 36 Saabs and Mason jacks his Wiggles car up on a scrap piece of wood and crawls underneath. The cuteness kills me!

Then, there is the lawn mowing, take a look...

Pretty cute huh? The funny thing is that he stayed right in line with Pedro. First this way, and then...

this way.

And then there is Miss Harper.
She is a beauty...

But I swear by next week she'll be full blown crawling!

Nooooooo!

Have a great weekend everyone! Happy Mother's Day to all you Mamas out there! And for those of you who aren't, give your Mama an extra tight hug and let her know how much you love her!

Margaritas and Guacamole for everyone!

Well. Hello there. Guess what today is? Go on guess... That's right, today I've been a blogger for two years! Two years of glorious therapy. I still love this little webite. I love the fact that I don't have to write for days if I dont feel like it. I love how I can air my dirty laundry without really airing it. But, most of all I love all the cool people I've "met" . I hope to really meet a bunch of you in real life. You are all welcome over any day for a margarita or if you don't drink, how about some limeade ( that is what I give Mason so he doesn't feel left out when I have a colorful glass with a lime wedge)? Thanks for two wonderful years girls! (and guys?)

Top Secret

Wanna make me feel horrible?

Insult my parenting. . . Works Every. Single. Time.

OMG! Like Totally!

I am sorry I've been so absent lately. Usually I at least try to say Hi! to new people that come over to this site. I've been so busy I don't know which end is up. So... Hi everyone. Thanks for stopping over, Welcome! I am not usually such a bad host...I don't think? And I will be doing the meme that two of you tagged me for, soon. I promise.

Remember last week? Pedro was gone in New York? And I was trying to stay alive? Riiiight. And then we planned on going with him to Chicago on Sunday? Well all that went down the pipes. On Sunday we discovered we had major plumbing issues. We had water behind the wall of our shower/tub upstairs running down the wall of our basement. Not good. However, a master plumber (on a Sunday afternoon), a torn down wall and a new wall in place, and 2 days later, we are up and running again. We did not however make it to The Windy City.

Such is life. I am still waiting for my little break to catch my breath. I am also convinced that said breath won't be caught for a good 17 years.

Thursday

I woke up today feeling refreshed, strangely enough. I realized that Pedro would be home tomorrow and I had not done anything to "enjoy" my kids. I spent the entire first part of the week in crisis mode, planning everything and just going through the motions to make it through the day. As much work as it is to care for my babes without so much as a 5 minute break, there is really nothing I'd rather do. So today I was determined to enjoy them and be grateful that I'm able to be home with them.

Harper took a decent nap this morning and I was able to get the house picked up just enough to not drive me crazy. The rest of the time I built houses and garages for Mason's cars.

Once Harper woke up we went outside and chalked up the drive way.


Lunch time came and Mason** insisted he be rewarded with a spicy chicken crunch wrap supreme from T-bell. I wanted to be the best Mama I could be so I obliged.

Now it is nap time and I am happy with the Mama I've been today!

**or maybe his Mama?