Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Weakness.
I'm not one who likes a whole lot of candy.
But, EVERY year around this time?
The evil orange-white-and-yellow ones tempt me.
I usually fight the urge and know better than to buy a bag, but with them being our 'drive item' at work this week - I just couldn't fight it anymore.
They've practically been IN.MY.FACE the last 2 days - while I have to ask EVERY single customer: 'would you like to purchase a bag of candy corn today?'
So yeah, I caved.
[It's not like I had a chance.]
After my shift - I bought them, and after I got home - I ate them.
ALL.OF.THEM.
Gawwww!!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
He doesn't 'do' mornings.
Only 3 weeks into the school year, and it's obvious.
Layton is NOT a morning person.
It takes him 20 (extra) minutes to 'wake up', then he drags butt during breakfast, while getting dressed, and while brushing his teeth.
[This might have something to do with the fact, that he's never had to be up early on a regular basis. Ever.]
He's known to be super cranky, extra moody, and definitely not my 'favorite little man' at 7 in the morning.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Who needs school pictures?
They usually turn out looking crappy anyway.
With the standard 'sit-up straight - tilt your head slightly - and give me a fake smile' pose.
Last year I vowed that never again would I throw away my money on pictures that I always ended up hating.
Instead? I'd take them myself.
So, today - we did just that.
The kids and I ventured out and (luckily) got a few good ones.
[And, I must say - my kids totally ROCK when it comes to cooperating.]
I think that they actually understand just how important it is to me to capture these moments of them.
I also think that they kind of like being the center of attention.
Hmmm - go figure.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The crock-pot: a busy mom's BEST FRIEND.
With this crazy schedule we have been trying so hard to keep up with lately - Lee and I discoverd something while doing the budget last week.
We have been spending a FORTUNE on fast-food.
With no time, and hungry kids after a late practice or game - it's just been way easier to swing by a window on the way home.
We both find it CRAZY at how quickly it adds up.
So, after a mini-panic attack and some brainstorming - we both came to the same conclusion: this has to stop.
I sat down the next day and made a dinner menu for the week.
Now, I have been teasing Becca for years about her menu on the side of her fridge - and WHY? I have no clue.
It really IS genius.
I am such a planned out, and structured person anyway - I really don't understand why it took me so long to do it.
Makes it SO.MUCH.EASIER. Really
The plan is: FOUR crock-pot meals a week - on the days we have practices, games, or any other planned activity.
I got on-line and printed off recipes and the ones we have had so far?
AMAZINGLY delish.
They're quick, super easy, and it gives us variety.
[PLUS: I don't get an instant headache everytime I look at the bank account.]
It's just what I needed to make this 'crazy thing that we call life' here lately- a little more simple, and a lot less stressful.
We have been spending a FORTUNE on fast-food.
With no time, and hungry kids after a late practice or game - it's just been way easier to swing by a window on the way home.
We both find it CRAZY at how quickly it adds up.
So, after a mini-panic attack and some brainstorming - we both came to the same conclusion: this has to stop.
I sat down the next day and made a dinner menu for the week.
Now, I have been teasing Becca for years about her menu on the side of her fridge - and WHY? I have no clue.
It really IS genius.
I am such a planned out, and structured person anyway - I really don't understand why it took me so long to do it.
Makes it SO.MUCH.EASIER. Really
The plan is: FOUR crock-pot meals a week - on the days we have practices, games, or any other planned activity.
I got on-line and printed off recipes and the ones we have had so far?
AMAZINGLY delish.
They're quick, super easy, and it gives us variety.
[PLUS: I don't get an instant headache everytime I look at the bank account.]
It's just what I needed to make this 'crazy thing that we call life' here lately- a little more simple, and a lot less stressful.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
This kid CRACKS me up. Once again.
I had the FUSE music channel on this evening - listening to random videos.
One came on that I didn't recognize, and after seeing the first 3 seconds of an annoying girl dancing in a hideous and 'barely there' bikini - I (sarcastically) said out loud: Yeah, I think someone forgot to put her pants on.
I then walked into the kitchen to put a glass in the sink - when I heard Layton call out [in a very concerned voice] - Uh-oh... mommy? I think all those girls forgot to put their pants on.
One came on that I didn't recognize, and after seeing the first 3 seconds of an annoying girl dancing in a hideous and 'barely there' bikini - I (sarcastically) said out loud: Yeah, I think someone forgot to put her pants on.
I then walked into the kitchen to put a glass in the sink - when I heard Layton call out [in a very concerned voice] - Uh-oh... mommy? I think all those girls forgot to put their pants on.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Today.
We had the honor of watching little miss Essie [our favorite 3 year old] for a couple of hours.
We played 'doll house' - FOREVER, read books, and watched a show called imagination movers.
[Ok. I HAVE to stop for a sec, and just say something: Essie (of course) LOVED it... but me? Um, by the end of it - I kind of wanted to shoot myself.]
I enjoyed watching her play with Bentlee and even more - our many conversations.
Listening to her explain something has to be the most commical thing. Ever.
Her energy level makes me feel old and her spunky little personality makes me smile.
This girl is one AWESOME kid.
Yeah, we [heart] her.
We played 'doll house' - FOREVER, read books, and watched a show called imagination movers.
[Ok. I HAVE to stop for a sec, and just say something: Essie (of course) LOVED it... but me? Um, by the end of it - I kind of wanted to shoot myself.]
I enjoyed watching her play with Bentlee and even more - our many conversations.
Listening to her explain something has to be the most commical thing. Ever.
Her energy level makes me feel old and her spunky little personality makes me smile.
This girl is one AWESOME kid.
Yeah, we [heart] her.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
If this dog could talk.
Based on the MANY expressions that we see on his face daily, I imagine that he could tell us a few things.
I'm guessing that he would tell me just how ridiculous I sound when I talk to him.
He'd probably explain why he likes Lee more than me. (Which I would still have a hard time understanding).
He'd most likely have a few choice words for the cat, and I am sure she'd have a response for him that he's pretty used to - which is usually a loud hiss, and a swat to the face.
He'd explain why the t.v. remote tastes better than his toys, and why he prefers to sit in the car while I wash it in the driveway.
He'd tell me why he doesn't like sleeping at the foot of the bed on the nights that Lee works, and why he prefers camping out in Laytons room instead.
He'd probably tell me that I clean too much, and how much he misses us when we leave him home alone.
He'd tell us why he likes to sit on our faces [literally] when we are lying on the floor.
[However, I am guessing that this is only because it's absolutely HILARIOUS.]
He'd say that he hates his bath, and that he loves playing fetch in the house.
He'd explain why he likes to drink from the toilet even when he has fresh water in his bowl.
He'd translate his 'chubaka talk' and tell us that he LOVES playing hide-and-seek with his dad.
He'd tell us why it is impossible for him to sit still when we pet him, and how much he dis-likes the fence that shocks the crap out of him.
He'd tell us why he likes the taste of aluminum cans, and why he prefers to wait until we are sound asleep before he crawls onto our bed just to lick himself.
He'd explain why he likes to hang his head out the window when we drive down the road, and we would probably find out once and for all where he hides all of his dog bones.
Yeah, If this dog could talk - I'm guessing he'd for sure have a lot to say.
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