Friday Fragments

I missed last week but I'm back again to frag with Mrs. 4444.

*I'll start with the obvious.........Holy long week Batman! Having a day off in the middle has really made it a struggle these past two days!

*I have a date tomorrow night courtesy of my wonderful in-laws! Honestly, I can't tell you the last time me and Einstein have gone out.........alone. Yippy skippy!

*Last night Thomas Trouble said "Oooh Jesus!" "What the heck?" "Darn it!" and "Oh gosh!" all with in minutes of each other. And, he used them appropriately. The funny thing is, I only say one of those things so I don't know where he got the other 3! He's testing a lot of sayings these days. And believe me Internet, I know he could be saying a lot worse things!

*Along with testing the waters with some fresh sayings, TT has also said a lot of very very sweet things to me this week..........multiple times he's told me "Mamma, your the BEST!"

*One more about TT............I think I have a future band geek on my hands. And I'm totally cool with it. He loves hearing the high school band practice near our house. (You can hear it at night because they practice in the school parking lot.) And he LOVED seeing the marching band in the Veteran's Day Parade the other day. And when we got in the car to come home after the parade, he asked me to play "parade" music. He stumped me. Luckily I still have my free Sirius subscription and the Pops and the Symphony channels satisfied him. And he wanted it "Big Loud!"

*Tuesday at work was pretty cool because my office is located within the building of a MAJOR Defense contractor that we do business with and I got to go out on thier production floor and see their products. Vewy vewy intewesting! (yeah I like that stuff!) That's ALL I can say about THAT though.

*TT got a faux racoon skin hat from his Nana and Pop for his birthday. While he thinks it's pretty swell, Mr. Mean thinks it's SUPER swell. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, although, I will say............he turns into a bit of an animal while wearing it! Rawr!

*This guy is 6 this week, although he's not with us any more. Don't be sad, he didn't kick. He's just with another family. He was the bestest dog ever though...........er.......um......aside from eating my house. His name was Ripley and he would love, love, love our house now! And he certainly wouldn't have taken on an enormous German Shepherd like a genetically incorrect dog named Norman did this week! Nope, Ripley would never have done that!

*Heard this from a certain someone getting off the toilet this morning............"Big nuggets!" Have I told you lately that I feel really outnumbered in my house? Because I do.

Happy Friday Internet-ians!

Rainbows and Puppy Dogs........certainly not all the time!

Internet, Einstein mocked me last night. And it was because of my last little post here on MY little piece of the net.

Things were a little crazy last night in casa de Einstein and Murry. And it was during my so called "favorite time of the night." I'll admit, I was cranky, but you know what..........I didn't feel good and I am allowed to be cranky when I don't feel good! And our schedule was thrown off. WE DIDN'T DO TUBBY TIME LAST NIGHT. And when Einstein brings a baby to me holding him 2 feet away from his body saying ......."Murryyyyyyyyyy, your baby wants you!" And then sticks a horrendously stinky poop filled bum in my face, yeah, I can be a little cranky!

I refused to fold and I made him change that hot steamy mess! And then I reminded him that since HE cancelled tubby time, he might as well change him, lube him and put him in his pj's. So like a good little doobie, he changed his diaper and then told me he didn't know how to put his skin creams on him. Are you freakin kidding me? "I need you to show me how."

Move over Einstein. I'll do it! And with that he says "But oooooh, isn't this your favorite time of day?" Jerk.

So then I reminded him that under normal circumstances it is. But tonight it wasn't.

Yeah, hard to believe that not every day is all "rainbows and puppy dogs" in our house. In fact, my two most NOT favorite times of the day..........breakfast and supper. Yeah, I HATE those times. The whining and the tears...........OMG the whining goes RIGHT THROUGH ME! Why those two times? Simply stated: the food battles with a 3 year old.

And since Einstein hit a nerve, here goes.

One of my pet peeves..............

Can you guys see it? Look closely at Thomas Trouble's pajamas.

Einstein did this.

Some how, some way, he managed to open the pajama drawer (the pajama drawer where all tops are matched with all bottoms and stacked as such) and pulled out an Elmo top (that's way too small! Okay, I'll take the heat for having the wrong size in there. BUT I can guarantee that the bottoms were right underneath!) and Marvel Spider Man bottoms.

How does he do this?

Approx. 6:30pm

Internet-ians, that's my favorite part of the day with Mr. Mean. And it just so happens to be tubby time in our house. Yes, my boys get baths every single day. (Except Friday!) I think the NEED FOR ME TO BATHE THEM out weighs whether they REALLY NEED TO BE BATHED. Do they really get that dirty every day? Thomas Trouble, no. Mr. Mean, yes. Perhaps its my little bit of Mommy guilt for sending them into someone else's care every day. None the less, I do bath them every day.

And they love it.

And I love that they love it.

And I love that Mr. Mean's arms and legs go crazy the second I step foot in the bathroom because he knows what's about to happen.

What I love most, is the approximately 5 minutes I have with Mr. Mean after that 'tubby'. It's the 5 minutes of his day that he is absolutely sparkling clean and smelling DEE-LICIOUS! Because just after I get him all lathered up in his potions and lotions with clean jammies and a clean bib, and sniff him and kiss him, I plop him on the floor and..............

barf.

And it's all over until the next night.

(I think I'm gong to start referring to them as Bert and Ernie. What do you think?)

Today - 3 years 1 week and 8 months

Not sure where he comes up with this stuff Internet, but all weekend Thomas Trouble has been saying "Oh darn it!"

And last night, he tells me........."Mama, I don't want a 'T' in my name any more. I just don't want it. Mama, what's your name?" So I tell him my name and he says, "you don't have a 'T' either. And Daddy doesn't have one too." So then I tricked him because I wanted to see if I had an alphabet genius on my hand and said "Thomas, does the name "Teddy" have a 'T' in it?" And he said "No."

It was a fluke.

One little round meatball meanness started eating Cheerios this weekend! He wasn't sure what to make of them at first but by Sunday afternoon he was getting them in his mouth by himself. It's such hard work you know, eating Cheerios that is!

He's also becoming a little mobile. He's sneaky though! You don't notice him moving right away. But like 2 minutes later he'll be turned around or about 2 feet from where he was the last time you looked. He's scooting..........on his bum. Not crawling yet, just scooting. The trouble is........he's going after TT's toys already. And he knows the difference because he lights up with a huge smile when he gets all of TT's obsessions, I mean possessions, like his Little Einstein stuff. there was a little beef over that book this morning. Thomas Trouble pulled it out of Mr. Mean's hands and man oh man did he scream! And it's only just beginning! Poor TT, you have no clue what you are in for!

Mornings

So um, yeah, we're still playing musical beds every night Internet. (Zip it! I don't want to hear your opinions, thankyouverymuch! Trust me, I know it's not good but it's called SURVIVAL.)

There have been some improvements, like that fact that Thomas Trouble does not come in our bed any more. Instead, I go in his. I usually don't go in until around 3:00am though. I'm okay with this right now. What I'm not okay with is this..................

Mr. Mean has been waking up every freakin night/morning anywhere between 3:00-5:00am. Today it was 4:00am. (Thanks daylight savings!) And since I'm in TT's bed, Einstein brings MM into our bed. And that little meatball roundness snuggles right in and goes back to sleep. Can you say one step forward, two steps back? Um, yeah. So not cool.

Mornings in our house are crazy. As I'm sure they are in any household with little kids. They are loud, chaotic and in our house, funny. Because, just as much as I yell, I laugh. I laugh because I love hearing Einstein sing along to all of the Nick Jr. shows, especially Kai-Lan. There is nothing funnier than hearing Einstein at the top of his lungs, saying "Ni Hao!!!" And I'm sure, that never in a million years did he ever think he'd know the words to Kai-Lan or Wonder Pets, or Blues Clues, etc. etc. And I love the giggles that come out of bombarding Einstein in bed.

And can you say holy round head Mr. Mean! All I see when looking at this picture, is one big round circle. A cute circle at that!

Internet, I don't want to ever forget our mornings. Even though some days they seem like pure hell, they bring out a lot of smiles from me and Einstein :)

Making a Mama Crazy

Internet, I'm not going to say exactly which one was trying to make me crazy last night. Nope. I'm not going to tell you which one woke up at 9:30pm and decided it was play time until midnight. Nope, I won't tell you. And I'm not going to tell you which one then woke up at around 3:00am screaming bloody murder. It wouldn't be nice to talk about someone for two days in a row now, would it? Funny, that the same someone that was off his rocker last night, woke up this morning like nothing ever happened. Meanwhile his Mama feels hungover!

Fresh Air

Internet, I think Einstein found his future auto crossing buddy.

You see these pictures..............these pictures capture the only time Mr. Mean was quiet the entire weekend! And that is not an exaggeration! (Okay, so maybe he was quiet while he had a bottle in his mouth and mabye he was quiet when he had complete undivided attention from his Grandparents!)

I was about to run away this weekend because this baby was making me loony! To the point I thought maybe he had an ear infection. Although I ruled that out because he was sleeping just fine. If I'm in his sight, he wants me on the floor with him. Then if I get on the floor with him, he wants to stand. The thing is, he's not strong enough or coordinated enough to stand yet. So we do it for a little while and then I sit him down. And then it starts. The continuous vicious cycle of him verbally abusing me! I tell him "Baby David, stop yelling at me!"

Saturday afternoon I was getting NOTHING accomplished so I finally said to Einstein "Take this baby out of here!" I did. I really told him that. And you know what, he did what I said. He took him outside and he plopped that little meatball roundness into the coupe and guess what..........SILENCE.

Mr. Mean liked it. And I breathed a sigh of relief.

So on Sunday, when I started getting verbally abused by my almost eight month old again, I looked at Einstein and said "Go put him in the car!" And he did. And again we had SILENCE.

So you know what I'm doing this weekend Internet? I'm cleaning that bad boy off and it's coming inside!