Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Things Ollie Says

Me: What are you doing?
Ollie: You know, I'm doing something all kids love to do.
Me: What is that?
Ollie: Tie theirselves up!

Ollie: Hey Everett...I have a present for you in my pants! [(It was, thankfully, a car.)]

Ollie: I know a game! Pull out your penis! [Potty training sure brings interesting conversations.]

While putting on church clothes...
Ollie: I'm about to be handsome. I don't want to be handsome.

Ollie: When I'm a grown up, I'm supposed to go running, but I'll choose not to go running.

Ollie: Pizza, you're so good that you earned a present. And that present is me eating you.

His latest phase is that he wants to trick us...constantly. No fewer than 20 times a day we have to pretend that he didn't do what we asked. Then we have to get pretend mad. Then we have to be pretend elated at the surprise of him really doing this thing. These are things like pretending he didn't feed Bruno (but he really did), pretending he didn't put his dishes away (but he really did), pretending he didn't get dressed (but he really did)...It's always something with kids.

Oh, a late-breaking entry. This from last night:
Ollie: What do I look like?
Me: I don't know. What?
Ollie: A dead fish out of water.

If only you could this see in action. It was a LOT funnier.

And just another cute pic.

Monday, January 26, 2015

That's the WORST

Walking kids to school in the rain.

Forgetting to restart my running watch so it says I only did 2.33 miles.

People putting dirty utensils in dirty pots that are full of dirty water.

Your three year old putting your dinner into your drink.

Getting your hopes up for Ikea's smaland to give you some alone time, just to be crushed as they could only take one of your children.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Vote For Our Floor

Chuck and I are considering redoing our kitchen floor. We really like this product named Marmoleum, and it's laid out in tiles or planks. Here is the one pattern we like the most, shown going in opposite directions. What do you think? Which direction do you think is better? (Note: We're not doing these colors. Don't worry.) UPDATE! During nap time I put together a third option. Re-vote if you feel inclined.

Pattern 1:


Pattern 2:


Pattern 3:


Vote now! Exercise your democratic rights!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Still Thinking about the Deliciousness

Sunday morning I had the best breakfast ever: a pancake taco. Take a pancake, layer on some vanilla yogurt and sliced strawberries, fold up like a taco. Eat. Melt into the floor because it tastes so doggone good. Don't share any with your kids. Repeat Tuesday morning.

Huh. Looks like there are versions already out there on this. Can't wait to try them. One and Two. Although I think my version crushes both of them.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Questions of Great Import

Last week I made some banana bread for someone. When I heard how it was eaten, I was shocked. WHO DOES THAT?! So of course my question is: How do you eat your banana bread? (I don't want to bias the results, so I won't tell you until later how I eat it or how the blasphemer eats it.)

Also, at what time of day do you put on pajamas?

P.S. Know what I missed from Friday's list? The blow dryer! Ah, drying under my clothes.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Surprising Oases

It's been pretty cold here. I know, I know. It could be worse; I could live in Wisconsin or Illinois or Michigan. But for here, it's cold. And remember, it's a wet cold.

Anyway, I've been surprised by the warmth you can find in unexpected places. Here they are:
The vents. Duh.
The oven. Just bake something and then leave the door open. Ahhhh....
The sink when doing dishes.
The shower when you turn on the weird heater switch. (Don't have one? Sorry.)
The toaster. I feel like it's a little fire and I love warming my hands over it.
Also, vacuuming warms me up.
The best: my bed. That new heated mattress pad has been heavenly.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

My Kids Dress for Success

Lately Ollie has been changing into pajamas as soon as he can. On Monday this meant 11:00 a.m. If I know we're not going out, I'm not sure I should even bother asking him to change into "day clothes," right? He's always loved being in "soft pants" but he's finally learned that ALL pajamas are soft pants.

And then there's his brother. Rhett has never been afraid of wearing nice, or even dressy, clothes. However, he has NEVER been the type to do a pajama day at school. (I fear for Ollie that everyday will be pajama day.) But whadda know? Yesterday his class took a field trip to an 1800s replica working farm (or something). This explains why Monday night Rhett asked what boys wore in the olden times. "Did they wear suits? Tuxedos?" Um no. They wore jeans and plaid shirts (or something...like I know). Also, they wore suspenders.

So wouldn't you know this is how he left the house Tuesday morning:


I thought the bare feet really added to the effect.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Sometimes it's amazing (creepy?) how much Facebook really knows about me.





Friday, January 9, 2015

Why I Don't Want To Get Out of Bed

Chuck and I recently celebrated our 10th anniversary. The day itself was okay. We sent the boys to the babysitter, saw a horribly depressing movie (Unbroken, and yes, I read the book, but no, I was not prepared for the visual impression it would make), ate an okay lunch (they got Chuck's meat wrong and charged me for a bottled water), went shopping for new floors for the kitchen, picked up the boys from the babysitter, and then went to dinner at a friend's house. Fine.

But as we already had two adult-only trips to mark the occasion, it was totally fine that it wasn't a hugely amazing day. It was also fine that neither of us got each other a gift, because you know, enough money had already been spent.

However, winter has finally arrived. And even though our bed is now sheeted in flannel (last year's attempt at warming our bed in the winter), it's just not cutting it. So I bought us a heated mattress pad. And there you have it: the extra-long version of the story, "Why I Don't Want To Get Out of Bed."

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Thrift Store Gems

This may be the best thing I've ever found at the thrift store:


Well, that and this:


(I may be kidding about the latter, but I am definitely not kidding about the former.)

Monday, January 5, 2015

2014 Christmas Cards

Here's our 2014 Christmas card (which may have gone out after Christmas). The idea and the card came together in 24 hours, I'm proud to say. If you didn't get one, it's probably because you live close enough for me to see you often, or you didn't send me one. Sorry. I'm rude like that.



P.S. You know what I loved most about this? I didn't have to do my hair or coordinate outfits. Genius. Should you like to steal the idea for next year's card (or even this year's late card), let me know. I kept the props.

Friday, January 2, 2015

E! True Holiday Story

Don't let the pictures fool you: it was NOT an easy holiday season. Let's start with Ollie. Here's pretty much every conversation we have with him these days:

Me: Ollie what do you want for lunch?
Ollie: Meat, cheese, cracker!
I deliver it.
Ollie: NOOOOOO! Not like this!
He completely melts down. After calming down, I try to get the lunch as he wants it. He has another fit and redoes it himself...just like the way I initially served him. Sigh.

As you can imagine, dealing with this multiple times a day has been kinda rough. So December has been kind of rough. I didn't do all the things I'd like to have done with the boys because I was just too tired. Oh well. They'll get over it. And next year, if I can pull it together, they'll be that much happier.

More on Ollie, the kid was nearly impossible on Christmas day. He didn't want any of his presents and almost tried ripping apart this tent I made. I mean, really.


I'm learning that something that I need daily is a break from my kids. And when school is out and it's a holiday, I just don't get those breaks. We didn't nap Ollie hardly at all last week, and bedtimes were later and later. So by the time the boys went down and all our tasks were completed, there was almost no downtime. (With early-rising children, early adult bedtimes must be kept.) Turns out I don't do well with this. Let's just say I was a teeny bit happy to go back to work on Monday.

Anyway, my brain is fried, hence the scattered post. Sorry. I have hopes of sanity in the new year.

P.S. I really loved eating tacos, beans, and rice on Christmas Day. New tradition, maybe?! Feliz Navidad, maybe?

P.P.S. Nothing like the word "refinance" to make you feel like an adult. Blech.

P.P.P.S. And no, that's not a skinny Bruno with a dye job. We're dog sitting.