This week I was folding laundry. Surprised? Yeah, me too. Anyway, I was folding Addison’s sheets and came across this on his pillow case…
What the HECK?!? Oh, for the love of Pottery Barn. What in the world would posses an 8 year old to write the word poop on his pillow case with a Sharpie? What was he possibly thinking?! I’ll tell you what he was thinking…NOTHING. Coherent thought does not pass through their heads when they do dumb shit like this. The same lack of thought process was in play when this happened a few weeks back…
Yup, that’s a smily face. On the crotch of his pants. In marker. It won’t wash out. When confronted he had no excuse other than it was done in dry erase marker. This was his first lesson in dry erase physics in which the only surface that will actually wipe clean from one’s art work is a dry erase board.
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG. Boys. Why must it always be about poop?
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 19, 2013
Today’s list are things I’ve actually said out loud, with a straight face. More confirmation that living with a 3 year old is like living with a really happy drunk person. Also, I think you’ll notice a trend.
“Where are your shorts? You can’t eat breakfast without any clothes on.”
Me: ”No music instruments up your nose.”
Harry: “Only boogers in my nose?”
Me: ”Yes, boogers are the only thing that belongs in your nose.”
“Hands out of your pants please.”
“I need to help you or else you’re going to get pee all over the potty.”
Me: ”Why are you crying?”
Harry: ”Because of the letter Y.”
Me: ”The letter Y made you cry?”
“That little hole in your underwear is not a pocket for your penis to peek out of. Keep your penis in your underwear.”
“We’ve already watched Ponyo twice today. It’s time to switch it up.”
“Please take your underwear off your head.”
“Munchy munch kiss and hug, munchy munch kiss and hug!”
If you understand that last one then you too have watched Ponyo WAY too many times. Dang that Japanese anime, it’s sucked us in and we’re all hooked.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 10, 2013
It’s been a while since I’ve done a good ol’ fashioned weekend recap. These photo dumps are mostly for the benefit for my parents, in-laws, relatives and friends who like keeping up w/ our little adventures or those who have nothing better to do than scroll through. For whatever reason you’re here, bless you.
Last weekend Addison went on a little overnight trip with the grandparents and their friends to Lake Texoma doing stuff like this…
I know! Right?
They spent the night in the tree house with the other boy’s grandpa. As Opie Taylor likes to say…it was adventure sleepin’.
While Addison was off having adventures and finding fossils we took Harry to the annual Tough-a-Truck.
Tough-A-Truck recap: cold and loud. Man, I sound old.
The rest of the weekend was spent doing yard work. It was a potpourri of weekend chores; cleaning up sticks, planing flowers, admiring Harry’s new sandals, looking for lady bugs, being cute, planing a new rose bush, praying over the fig tree that it would survive the random cold snaps we’ve had this spring. The temperature dropped to 34 degrees 3 separate times since Easter. I’ll be amazed if the rose bush and the fig make it past May.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 5, 2013
Addison has discovered MineCraft. However he has run into a snag in his gaming adventures. Dear Husband and I won’t allow it on our phones. Their our phones and they would be monopolized by an 8 year old should we relent. We don’t own an iPad. Addison has sweet talked my mother-in-law into downloading the free version on hers but he doesn’t see her often enough to fill his MineCraft appetite. He has begged for the computer version but it is $26. I told him we could get it on the computer as long as he earned the $26 through chores and whatnot. He was gung-ho over this idea until it actually came to doing any work. Apparently he has a problem with bending over and picking up a toy with a purpose other than playing with it. Needless to say the play room is a pit and the legos are 3 inches deep on his bedroom floor.
This sudden aversion to chores has been going on for about 2 months. However, he has come up with an alternate plan. Sell stuff. He and his buddy were all set to set up shop out in the driveway regardless of the 40 degrees and wind. Unfortunately it was almost dinner time and his friend had to go home. We’ll see what retail adventures tomorrow brings.
Allow me to translate. STUFF! That your child would like. Giant Stuffed Bear: $5, Green Army Men .25, Wax Stick Man $2, Clock That Plays Lullabys $15, Minerals $1 (i.e. shiny rocks he found outside), Glass Model of Thomas $10
This cute boy: priceless.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 25, 2013
What in the world does one wear on Palm Sunday when it’s 35 degrees and windy? I can’t wrap my head around winter clothes when we’re one week out from Easter. Wearing wool sweaters in dark and muted tones with a suede skirt does not say Hosanna in the slightest. First world problems right here, people.
I know, I know, it’s not about the clothes, but I couldn’t help lament my wardrobe this morning. I settled on a cream cable knit sweater, a long orange/red skirt with butterfly stitching and cream tights. I just can’t wear dark brown or black on Palm Sunday. Can’t do it. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 24, 2013
Previously on…Creating Harry – Part 3
The day of embryo transfer had arrived. After the egg retrieval we started with 37 eggs. Of those 37, 15 were able to go on a first date with a single sperm. Those 15 were left alone for 5 days to see if they would indeed begin to split, form cells and begin the process of becoming an embryo. By day 5 we had 7 embryos of good quality. Imagine that; 15 eggs fertilized and yet no one was pregnant.
Now the big decision had to be made…do we put in one or two embryos? If we put in two our chance of getting pregnant is much better but we also have a higher chance of getting twins. It was a very difficult decision. With one embryo the chance of implantation is 40% (for women under 35), two embryos and the chances go up to 60%. However, the chance of both embryos implanting and possibly having fraternal twins is 30%. We decided to play the better odds and take our chances with creating twins.
The procedure of transferring embryos to my uterus was surprisingly easy. It was very similar to a pap smear exam the only difference being that my bladder needed to be full. The uterus and bladder are positioned so that if the bladder is full it is pushing the uterus down into a position so that it lines up with the vagina thereby making it easier for the Dr to access it. I drank water on the way to the office and again when I got there. When I was doing the pee-pee dance they knew I was ready. In the next room was the embryologist who is in charge of preparing the embryos for transfer. I like to think of him as the gate keeper. He puts two embryos into a catheter about the size of an angel hair pasta. The embryos are microscopic so he also has to put a bubble next to each embryo or else the Dr. doing the transfer wouldn’t be able to see them on the ultrasound. So there I was on the exam table, feet in stirrups, needing to go to the bathroom, covering myself with one of those horrible blue paper gowns they give to protect your modesty, the nurse pressing on my bladder with the ultrasound wand and in walks the embryologist with the precious cargo. The Dr. inserts the catheter vaginally into the uterus and deposits the embryos. At this point I have to go to the bathroom so bad I can actually see my bladder filling up on the ultrasound. It all took just a few minutes but they want you to lie there for 10 more minutes just to let everything settle down. 10 more minutes?! I was about to pee myself and even asked the nurse if anyone had ever had an accident while lying on this exam table. After 5 minutes I couldn’t take it any more and waddled to the bathroom across the hall.
Our instructions were to go home and rest. The embryos were in my uterus but had not implanted yet and wouldn’t decide to do so for a few more days. In 10 days I would go back for a pregnancy test. It would be too soon to take a home pregnancy test so we would have to draw blood to check my hormone levels.
Stay tuned for the pregnancy test.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 5, 2013
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Color Me Rad is back!
How fun was that last year? Running a 5k where you ended up looking like the Lucky Charms leprechaun threw up all over you…5k’s will never be the same.
The OKC run is May 11 this year. Thank you Color Me Rad gods for switching the hotter-than-hell states race dates to the spring. Last year it was about 3000 degrees and I suspect that they got some feedback about the time of year the race was held.
Here’s the skinny on the promo code and giveaway
The awesome folks at CMR have given me 5 FREE entries to give away to you, my dear running readers. These free entries are for OKC ONLY. The giveaway will start today (January 31st) and will be open for the next 5 days. One entry per person, please. The winner will be announced on February 6th. I only have two simple steps for you to enter to win.
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Do you love dressing up in a crazy costume? You can’t wait for the blast of color at the finish line? Let’s hear it.
2) Hop on over to my Facebook page and “like” it (if you haven’t already done so).
3) This one isn’t required but it sure would be swell if you told a friend how fabulous this blog is and that they should become a regular reader.
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Good luck and see you at the starting line!
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 31, 2013
At our last parent/teacher meeting, Addison’s teacher had lots of good things to say (I could gush here but I won’t b/c it makes me a little crazy when I hear other parents go on and on about how their child is the next Bill Gates when all I can think is “are we talking about the same kid?” Blegh, I won’t do that to you). Then Ms. 2nd Grade got that concerned look in her eyes. None of her concerns were surprising to us but his teacher is concerned that next year (the “state testing year”) may be a struggle when he has to finish timed tests that result in a reflection in our school’s performance on a state level. State regulations have to be met, and children who don’t test well are at a disadvantage. Thanks a lot “no child left behind” for boxing our teachers into teaching to the test.
Anyhoo – we talked about Sensory Processing Disorder and agreed that we would talk to our Pediatrician and Occupational Therapist. A visit to the Pediatrician was interesting…a healthy check up but still the concerned look on her face. While we don’t think he as ADD or ADHD the Pediatrician would like to explore that avenue (okay, I’ll go with the “rule it out” school of thought) so we came home with a lengthy questionnaire to fill out. A couple of the questions left us scratching our heads. The rating scale was 0=Not true at all, 1= Just a little true, 2= Pretty much true, 3= Very much true
Is your child perfect in every way?
Does your child behave like an angel?
We honestly didn’t know how to answer these two questions. Is there a child anywhere in the world that is perfect in every way? What child acts like an angle all the time? If I answer “not true at all” then it makes it seem like my child is a brat but if I answer anything other than “not true” it makes me seem a little delusional regarding my child’s behavior. Just a little perfect? That doesn’t seem to make much sense either. I mean, seriously, if any parent thinks that their child acts like an angel or is perfect in every way then the parents have a problem, not the kid. Parents who think their child can do no wrong are the parents who have no idea that their kid is the one running around the playground bonking all the smaller kids on the head, pulling the cat’s tail and acting like a maniac but can cry at the drop of a hat when their mom comes around the corner. Oh, please. I can not think of one single kid that is a perfect angel. Can you? Sure, Harry is pretty dern cute and a sweetie but he’s still a 3 year old and can act like one when he wants to.
Are there parents out there who would answer “yes” to either of these questions? Are there kids out there who are perfect or angels? Am I missing something? Dear Husband and I came to the conclusion that the questions were put there to test the parents to see how in touch or out of touch they were with their child. It must be a trick question so we left it blank. However, I must admit that I included a separate sheet with an explanation as to why we left 4 (there were two other questions that didn’t make any sense to us) of the questions blank. Something in my personality won’t let me turn this in without an explanation of my answers. Which is interesting because I can remember taking standardized tests in high school and filling in ACDC as the answers for the heck of it. Funny how parenthood can alter your sense of responsibility. Something about this questionnaire made me feel like we as parents were being graded just as much as our child. I also must admit that part of my written explanation to the Dr. was “this is a strange question“.
Is it presumptuous of me to question the questions? Probably, but seriously, perfect in every way?! Only Mary Poppins get’s that character trait. Come on people, work with me here.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 21, 2013
How in the world has three years passed so quickly? It seems like last week I was still pregnant. Just yesterday he was a chubby little baby who had stolen all of our hearts. Now he is 3. This year for Christmas he gave me the best Christmas gift I could have received…he is potty trained. Hallelujah! And today we move into the big boy bed. How bittersweet it is to watch your children grow. Sweet…because this boy is precious. He charms everyone he meets and has us all wrapped around his little finger. Bitter…I can see the time slipping through my fingers. I try to stop and relish it, really I do. But I can’t freeze time. They must grow and learn and become independent and fly. But for now I’m still “Mommy” and for that I’m so grateful. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 2, 2013
On the eve of Advent our elf made his annual appearance. But not before I nearly broke my neck and cursed his name trying to get him out of his year long hiding spot. We have some pretty high shelves in our bedroom closet and I was certain he was hiding somewhere up there. It was late and I was in my jammies so I was determined to do this without getting the big ladder out of the garage. There I am, perched on the shelves, hanging on to the clothing rack for dear life with one hand while the other hand frantically searches on a shelf (that is still over my head) among hidden presents, dust and Halloween costume hats. Just as I slip on a dry cleaning bag I find him, fling him to the ground and call him a SOB and question what in the hell I’m doing this for. Meanwhile the evil creators of Elf on the Shelf are laughing all the way to the bank. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on December 3, 2012