How Now Brown Cow...

Living with my parent's again as an adult has been an experience. To say the least. It has been pretty amusing so far. But to be fair, it HAS only been a week. I expect tempers to possibly flare in about two to three weeks. You know, right about the time we all get really comfortable with each other.

Now please don't get me wrong. I love my parent's. Really. But they also make me nuttier than a fruitcake. I'm sure that I am not an easy person to be around 24/7 either. Unless you are my husband. Then you better damn well want and love being around my smiley self 24/7. But, I digress.

It is just surreal to be back here after all these years. The boys are L-O-V-I-N-G it. We may not ever be able to get them to leave. Really and truly! Want to go see the cats before breakfast? Check. Want a little coffee? Check. Want to watch Tom & Jerry whenever you want? Check. Want a cookie before dinner? Check. Are you sensing a pattern here?! It's okay though. I was worried their routine would be disrupted by our having to move back home. But they seem to be rolling with the ol' punches quite nicely.

Kids. Little milk suckers are quite resilient. Who knew?

The Bitch Is REALLY Back!!

So. I know I have said it before, but now it is really true. I am BACK! HA!

Due to some slightly weird circumstances completely beyond my control, I am now living with my parents.

Again.

Well, I should say "WE" are living with my parents. In my old bedroom. Swell times.

I promise to deliver a lengthy post tomorrow to explain it all.

In the meantime- I AM BACK!!!

As you were...

Still Watching Out For Cat Barp....

A few updates for mah peeps...


My friend M. is doing well. As well as to be expected. She has received a ton of wonderful things for her new home. She moves in on Tuesday. I am so happy for her. And still at the same time, I just ache for all that was lost. I will keep you all posted.

My hubby surprised me this weekend at work. He wasn't supposed to be coming home until possibly next weekend(he has been gone for almost a month!). I was so upset. I cried for two days. It was horrible. Then, on Friday while I am at work, I turn around and there he was. I burst into tears and ran towards him. This would be a perfect time for some cheesy music. So, mah weekend has been a little busy. ;)!

The whole cat barp thing? Yeah, that is from my youngest. The cat left a small horked-up present for me in front of my door last week. I was in a rush to get out the door and hurriedly told the boys to "watch out for cat barf" and it has been madness ever since. Every time we enter/leave our domicile he has to tell everyone to "watch out for cat barp, Mama" in his little boy voice. It is so damn cute. Truly.

And that about wraps it up. See you peeps on the flip side.

Give Me Strength...

Two cranky toddlers+two short naps= one frustrated Mama.

Lord, give me strength. I have about another hour until bedtime. I am not really sure I can make it without pounding on one of their little heads. Or maybe both. At the same time. Yeah, that's the ticket.

T-ball practice went fairly well. We have our first game on Saturday. We are however the only team who does NOT have our uniform. Seriously. We are supposed to be receiving them on Friday. Go Rockies!!

Anything new with y'all?

Our First Playdate, Update...

We had Aidan and Quinn's first official playdate today. One of the girls I work with has two daughters who are the same age as the boys. Aidan will be in the same pre-K class as H. So we thought it would be a good idea to let them meet first so they would each know someone before school started in the fall. And I would like to point out that that was an incredibly difficult sentence to type without sobbing like a schoolgirl. But that can be a whole different post!

Back to the topic at hand. They had the most marvelous time. Another girl that we work with came and brought her seven month old son, B. We all realize that he is still a bit young to be playing with the other kids, but he had fun too! Plus, it was nice for all of us to get out and do something outside of work. It was kinda crazy because we ran into the husband of yet another co-worker, who was there with his brother and their children. That was just too funny. I kept looking for his wife- my other BFF, but she had gone to the store with their new baby girl, Kazooie Jinx. Which is not her real name. But the name I gave her when she was still in the womb. I'll briefly explain. BFF already has three children. The girl's names are all KJ names. So one day at work we grabbed a baby name book and started tossing around KJ names. And Kazooie Jinx was the best one we came up with. Well, Karma Joy was a very close second. So now I call the baby that. I may really need to get out more.

The point is we all had fun. And we are definitely going to do it again soon. With our husbands even. And a picnic. Doesn't that sound like fun?

Spring Is In The Air...

Most people when they think of Spring, think of Robin's or Daffodil's...but not me. To me, the first sign of Spring is baseball. When my beloved Braves report to Spring Training.

Nothing beats turning on your radio and hearing Skip Caray's voice after a long winter minus our national pasttime. He is the epitome of baseball to me. I also enjoy listening to his son, Chip. When they are both calling a game it is like a little glimpse of heaven. I was fortunate to be able to hear three generations of Caray's call a game once. It was some years ago, and the Cubbies were in town. All three Caray's sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" for the seventh inning stretch. It was one of the coolest moments of my life.

I love baseball. I am hopeful every year that this could be our year. I faithfully watch every game. I take my children to as many games as I can. To me, baseball is so much more than just a sport. It is a large part of who I am. My family has always loved baseball. My grandma bled Dodger Blue. So did we, for the longest time. Even after moving to Georgia. And then we found ourselves watching and rooting for the Braves. And a new tradition began.

I remember the first time my parent's took us to a Braves game. It was at Fulton County Stadium. It was amazing. Being there in person to see an actual game is just beyond compare. We ate a ton of junk food, drank a million cokes and had the time of our lives. I no longer remember who won that particular game, but knowing how we played back then it is doubtful it was the Braves! But that didn't matter, it was about being together. It was the first of many games for us as a family. And one of the first things I looked forward to after finding out I was pregnant for the first time.

And so it begins. A new tradition. My children love baseball, love going to The Ted, love eating Braves dogs. And that to me is worth more than just about anything in all the world.

So bring on the arrival of Spring. And all that it means.

Batter up!

The Flu Of Death...

Or maybe I should have titled it "Grim Reaper Take Me Now".

Seriously.

I felt fine allllll week.I woke up on Friday, excpecting to go about my day. And Blammo. The Flu of Death had struck. Not just me, but also my sweet bebe Aidan. Thank God Jimmy stayed home.

I won't lie. It was bad. I can't ever remember being that sick before. I had a fever for two days. I hallucinated monkeys. I am still a little shaky.

Aidan is fine. So is Quinn. Jimmy? Yeah, he is about a day behind me.

Pray none of you catches this.

S.O.S.

The really unfortunate thing about driving my husband to work every morning is that I am being forced to watch The Wiggles upon our return. Every. Morning. Up until then they had never even seen that show. Yet another reason to want to pound on my husband... As if being forced to wake up at six am wasn't already reason enough.

Is it me? I mean, I just honestly do NOT understand the fascination with that show. It's annoying. As hell. And do you really want your children to watch a program with four grown men being all perky and silly that early in the morning? Why don't you just force them to watch Richard Simmons and be done with it. And the singing, dear god make it stop. Whilst you are at it, someone please explain that dinosaur. The dino has got to go.

Wasn't there a fifth Wiggle? Maybe that's why he left. Maybe he said " It's the Dinosaur or me". And they chose the dino. Ever think of that?

Now see how crazy this gettin' up early crap has made me? I have made up this wacky Conspiracy Theory and mentioned Richard Simmons all in the same morning. I need to go back to bed.

Or possibly start in on the fudge.

Coolio...

I joined NaBloPoMo several weeks ago and have been kind of slacking in updating, or putting up mah widget.

But no longer! It stops today! HAH!

Too far?

I thought the concept was interesting. I have read several bloggers who have participated in years past and decided to join this year. Because I am all crazy-wild like that. So we'll see how it goes. I think I have been pretty good about posting every day. For the most part. I am sure I can come up with plenty of things to post about. I have tons of stuff already. I just am usually too lazy to dig them out.

Now it looks like I will have the opportunity to finally do so.

Wish me luck!


And as a side note- I am feeling much better. The germy beasts, er, the boys were feeling fine TWO DAYS AGO! TWO. DAYS. Whilst I suffered. Ingrates.

I swear I don't know where he gets this...

So, whilst (hee,hee!) I was out slaving away at work the boys were at my parents house. They help watch them when Jimmy and I can't. Or when they feel the need to steal 'em every once in a while. But, I digress.

Anyhoo, they are playing and havin' a grand old time when one of the toys stops working. Immediately, The Aidan notices it must be in need of a new battery. He proceeds to inform my dad that the battery needs to be replaced. My dad sends him off to the junk drawer where they keep batteries, and well, junk. Hence the name! Aidan comes back out after a minute and tells my dad there aren't any in there. Dad tells him it should be in there. Off Aidan goes back into the kitchen to check again. Comes back out and still no battery. My father says to Aidan that he doesn't know what to tell him. So Aidan tells my father- It must a grown legs and walked out of here. And then repeats himself two more times. So they go back and forth about how the battery has grown legs and walked off. Aidan'll say- well, it musta just walked off. And then my dad will say- yeah, that must be what happened. This happens for like, five minutes.

When my mother told me that I almost died. Cause I know EXACTLY where he has heard that particular phrase before.

And it aint from me!

Round here...

Most of the time I hardly ever think about my brother. We have had a falling out. Over what I have no idea. It no longer even matters. I have made numerous attempts to make amends, and nothing. The end.

Today? That is a different story. For the first time in a long time I thought about him without being angry. I was shopping with the boys and we were looking at toys. Quinn's birthday is next weekend. Aidan's is two weeks after Christmas! I found some really awesome toys that I cannot wait to buy for them. I kept picturing their faces when they opened their gifts from Santa on Christmas morning. I could just see the joy and excitement. I could hear their laughter. And it made me want to tell my bubba. And that made me so very sad. I miss him. The boys are getting to that age where they are just really aware. Not just of holidays,birthdays,etc. But of everything.

I just wish I could make him want to see that. He would be blown away by Aidan. His love of tools and books and that damn aquarium. He barely knows Quinn at all. How much he loves baseball and Buzz Lightyear. It sucks. For me, but most of all for them. I don't know what to do. There really isn't anything I can do. Except cry.

Because I really do miss him. And I wish he would miss me too.

Just AIDAN!

Me: Buddy, we really need to work on going potty.
Aidan: Mama. I will go potty tomorrow after I waked up from my nap if it is the last thing I eber,eber do.

The funny part? His voice is getting higher and screechier by the word. He ended up sounding like Jack from "Will & Grace". It was hysterical!

Sorry, that's all I gots for today. I am tired.

Here's a clue for ya!

Is it my imagination, or is Blue's Clues the lamest, possibly gay-est children's show evah? My children have taken to watching Nick Jr. in the morning now. You know, Dora, Diego, The Backyardigans... Personally, I also find Dora to be a bit annoying, but it beats watching frickin' Barney all to hell and back.Steve is just so condescending. It literally makes me want to stab myself in the eyeballs. With whatever I have handy. Repeatedly.

So here is my question. What happened to fun, but still educational t.v. shows like we used to watch when we were children? I am afraid to date myself, but I will use my favorite- Captain Kangaroo. I loved that show! I remember watching it constantly.

Hey, now that I think about it, my dad may have made some reference to it being a dumb show when I was bitching about having to watch Caillou. Grumbled something about it being "payback".

Hmmm. I'll get back to you.

Randomosity...

First of all, as soon as I can figure out how to upload/download this on to my computer, I will. Because it is sooo much funnier in person. And definitely cuter!

Rememeber that show called "Evening Shade"? We used to watch it religiously. They had some funny bit about the names southerner's give to people. You know, like Digger. My two personal favorites were Nub and Dub. But you have to say it a certain way. Real slow and pronounced. My father loves to say it. Seriously. He says it and then laughs. Every. Time.

When I became pregnant with Aidan my father was beside himself when he found out it was a boy. Care to take a guess what his nickname was? Yup, my beautiful baby boy, a.k.a. Nub. Freaks. Fast forward to a little over a year later. Pregnant again, it is another boy. Father ecstatic because now he finally has his Dub. My family has always been a little off center...

Now Aidan and Quinn are three and a half and almost two, they've been hearing about Nub and Dub for quite awhile. Last night we are in the living room watching the baseball game, trying to catch a glimpse of my parents. All of this sudden I hear someone saying "Nub and Dub" over and over again. I look over and it is MY SON. Aidan is walking around, muttering it to himself. Then Quinn starts in. Only he says "Nu and Du". I almost wet my pants laughing. I immediately called my mom's cell phone so she could hear him. While they were at the game. Then, I called their house so I could leave it on their answering machine. My father is deaf as a post and there was no way he would have been able to hear it over the phone. He is going to get it on video. You have to see it.I am half tempted to get in the car and drive to Michael's to buy t-shirts and iron on letters and whip 'em up a couple of Nub and Dub shirts. My father would DIE.

Not really my babies anymore...

I originally came up here to check my e-mail and ended up getting a little side-tracked by my favorite blogs. Ooops.

I left the boys watching Caillou, eating peanut butter and banana sandwhiches. They love Caillou. The sandwhiches? They jury seems to still be out on that one!

I took them to get a haircut yesterday. We go to a family owned barber shop here in town. They give awesome little boy haircuts. Plus, the boys have been going there since they turned a year old(Aidan a little sooner, because of all the hair!!). They look like little boys. It about broke my heart. Quinn's face has lost almost all of his baby-ness. He is starting to talk more and more. He even puts short sentences together. I love so much that they are growing up so big and strong. But? I feel like it is happening too fast for me. I want to tell them to slow down, that they will be grown ups soon enough. I guess I just want them to enjoy their childhood. It seems to me that so many children don't get to do that anymore. I just find that incredibly sad.

And now that I have been all the-glass-is-half-empty, I must get the maniacs,er boys, ready for going to their Grammy's house. Mama has to go to work.