What good is it to have a blog if you don't post totally embarrassing information about your children?
Yesterday, Van went to pee pee on the potty for the first time. His reaction? "It's working!!" He was so proud that we had to call his grandparents. Yes, this was monumental.
As for Van, in the past week he has turned from a toddler with a fine vocabulary to a kid with a vivid imagination and a non-stop mouth. He will talk your ear off! What's new? The addition of "why?" in response to all commands. He will also tell you all about "his" house, a fort on our couch that has two imaginary TVs that only show Dinosaur; his friends, which vary from cars to actual people; his favorite things, cookies, pizza, and dinosaurs; what he wants for dinner, corndogs and hamburgers; how to care for a baby dinosaur, a routine of wrapping a stuffed dinosaur up in a blanket and rocking it; his girlfriend, always Reagan; and lastly, what he did that day, usually hanging outside and going down the slide.
He has also taken interest in his baby friends, Anna and Colt. Up till now, his interaction with them has been, "they are babies and they are boring." But this past week, he has taken to making Anna laugh – a combination of funny faces and dance moves – and teaching Colt to crawl, which somewhat worked to get the Coltster on his belly and scooting in a circle.
"Beating Your Head Against the Wall" and "I Would Rather Have Poked My Eyes Out With Splintered Chopsticks" are the two blog headlines I had in my Google Reader this morning.
Motherhood is definitely not easy.
Oh, this house. It just keeps giving... giving backbreaking work while sucking every penny out of us. Don't ever get a quote to replace your roof; it's just depressing.
This weekend, we worked on the backyard. Despite my oh-so-positive attitude, Van was a pretty good sport and "helped" us.
Four years after moving in, I'm proud to announce that our master bathroom renovation is complete. What once housed crumbling peach tile, cabinets that opened into lights, four layers of half-painted wallpaper, rusted out pipes, a cramped bathroom stall... is now, well I think, beautiful! Mad props to my husband, who did all the heavy lifting and hard work.
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Me: I think I've been a bit hormonal lately
Derek: No response. I can tell he is trying to think of something to say while showing no physical reaction to the statement. In the meantime, dead silence.
Derek & Me: Hysterical laughing.
To my poor husband, thanks for putting up with me and for always having the ability to laugh it off.
I ran across this site while reading one of my literary blogs. It apparently is promoting an upcoming book release - I'm curious to see the final result of the book.
So here's my site of the week: http://thisiswhyyourefat.com
Make sure you scroll through the pages, these "culinary" concoctions are simply amazing and artery clogging. Some of my faves are the bacon infused waffles, Pattie LeBurger and Spamcicles.
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