Juliana made me do it :)

Juliana, my newest reader, from "a blond walks into a bar" said i have to do this. i always do what strangers tell me to. don't you? (if i was really savvy i would know how to put her name in those little linky jobs so you could click on her blog. but i don't know how. sorry!) anywho..

1. How many piercing's do you have? six. two in one ear, one in the other, tongue, beauty mark peircing, nose and *ahem* one "other".

2. I love the sound of.....? my baby laughing. miss esme just starting giggling this week. it will seriously melt your heart. even hitler would turn to a pile of mush at that sound.

3. Favorite city? i'm gonna go with seattle. or maybe chicago. i really love LA. oh heck, i love cities!

4. Colts, Saints, or could care less? um i don't even know w here either of those teams are from!

5. Frozen yogurt or ice cream? seriously? is there a choice? ice cream, for sure. preferably coffee flavored.


6. Favorite appetizer? any kind of hot, cheesy, seafood kind of dip. this is starting to make me hungry.

7. What item in your closet currently makes you the happiest? Well, considering i just had a baby and can't fit into much in my closet, i'm gonna have to go with shoes. but i could never pick just one pair. i have so many darling shoes. i really should become one of those housewives with a skirt and heels just to wear them all!


8.Favorite facial moisturizer? Um, I do not have one either. i've actually been looking for one. i need one for combination, still-gets-acne, starting to get wrinkles skin. any suggestions??

oh dear...

so the princess, being the big kindergartener she is, is doing sight words at school now. she brought home a list this week that she needs to practice. among the list are "it" words. so a few days ago, theMr walks into the bathroom to find zaza on the toilet while the princess brushes her teeth. he's showing her the sight words and quizzing her on them. he asks her to come up with her own sight word that rhymes with "it". she's stumped. he looks at her and says "what am i doing right now?". at this point theMr is about to experience cardiac arrest first hand! he say to zaza "what are you doing right now?!" to which the reply is "sitting". whoa, that was close! i'm breathing a little easier, although this week's list contains "uck" words. Lord help us...

p.s. when searching for an applicable pic on google for a post such as this, do not type in little boy on toilet. trust me. if you do, do not do it on your husband's laptop for his job at the county courthouse. that is probably monitored by some guy somewhere. who probably thinks very creepy things about me now. just sayin.

never too young to start blogging...

welcome to february in the midwest!

p.s. yes, i was taking these while driving. but in my defense, i had no kids with me and it was with my cell phone. don't judge me :)

the minivan nazis

ok, i have a serious rant coming so hold on! i frequently gripe to theMr about what i call "the minivan majority". these are your typical, stepford, minivan-driving moms. now, although i drive a minivan full of children, i tend to stand out of this crowd. i'm the mom at open house who has peircings and tattoos. i'm the one who doesn't dress like i just stepped out of a talbots catalog. there's nothing wrong with those moms, it's just not who i am. where i tend to have conflict is the expectation that i should not only conform to these standards of motherhood but that i should care what they think of me. *newflash* I DON'T! i'm ok with being the my-kids-wear-costumes-in-public, i-don't-believe-in-cell-phones-for-children, living-in-PJ-pants, having-piercings-in-places-only-my-husband-will-see kind of mom. so today, i get a call from my mom. she happens to be the school nurse at my kids' school. (on a side note: there is nothing more wonderful than having grandma for the school nurse!) anyway, apparently there is a grandparent who volunteers daily in my son's 1st grade class. it seems that this woman frequently comes to my mom's office to share her "concerns" about my children. today it was that their lunches are not healthy enough. she's pretty sure that's why zaza is so "energetic". first of all, that child has been full of energy since the moment he found his way out of my womb. it's who he is. it has nothing to do with his lunch. secondly, who the heck are you, stranger?? do i know you?? do i care what you think about my kid's lunches? nope. of course my first response is to defend what they eat. and then after a moment i realize i really don't give a crap what she thinks. i don't know her. i don't owe her any explanation! and furthermore, if she is so "concerned", then let her call me. i would be moooorrre than happy to discuss my parenting with her. bring it on, grandma!

streakers on the loose

i frequently encounter a disturbing part of parenthood that No one warned me about. the stress? no.
the large quantities of money needed? nope.
the horrific amount of excess skin i now possess? nada. (although that is disturbing, but on a different level!)

what i am finding is that in this house we seem to have somewhat of an obsession with peepees and whohaas. are you with me here? now in our house, we use the anatomically correct names for these parts. but i just can't bring myself to type them here. prude that i am... anyway, we have little boys in this house who love any reason at all to get out their little man parts. to pee off the front porch, to run around naked, to put it on the kitchen table while i'm cooking. yes, i said on the kitchen table. now my girls aren't quite so adventurous. they just like to be mostly naked, as much as possible. it's the middle of winter in the midwest. we live in a 110 year old house. it's cold ladies! put some clothes on! i buy them these cozy, warm PJ's for winter and they want to sleep in their underwear. i try to take it all in stride. you know, not make a big deal, lest i scar them for life like sybil. but i can only take so much. and how am i supposed to teach them to cover up when half the day they see me on the couch with my breast out?

the lovely miss esme