Wild Card Wednesday

Ok I wanted this first picture last but me and blogger dont agree. This is my son and his best friend (seen in the pictures below) as they look now.

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the diva of Wisconsin, TKW.

I am calling this set of pictures, Some for Me, Some for you! (Sorry no W this week!) Here is my boy's best friend having his share of the fake baby bottle while playing legos.

And now we have the same friend feeding my little guy the nice, slobbery fake baby bottle. These are old pictures of course. The feeder is ready to start Kindergarten and the feedee is about to turn 4.

Wild Card Wednesday

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY.... A STORY OF TWO WADING POOLS The girl WADING pool. Look how sedate, look at those unhappy faces, just sitting there, comparing bathing suits, trying not to mess up the hair, probably comparing who has the best pedi or something. Girl WADING pool = NOT FUN (side note: thats my dd at age 3 in the middle there)
In contrast I give you the boy WADING pool. Look here, whats this? Splashing, jumping, laughing, moving, rolling around on the tummy!! OMG could it be? Yes the Boy Pool = FUN! I tell you take a look at just about any pool or beach and you will see the same. Girls lolling about looking bored and boys running wild having fun. Why is that? (side note: I am not responsible for any of those kids in the boy pool. But the one with his back turned is still my girl's best friend. She is almost 7 now and that kid is 8)

ONE YEAR

I have been blogging for a year... and I have a total of 28 posts!! How sad and pathetic is that???? I wish I hadnt even looked! Well I guess I will take ideas now for my 100 th post to be published in ummm 3 years or so!

Edited to Add: Well I was suppose to put this out on the 19th I think, but I didnt . That is the story of my life, suppose to...but didnt. Anyway here it is now... 1 year and some change.

A Mom's Social Life

So I have a mom's wardrobe (crap that doesnt need ironing and can hide the miscellanous garbage my kids rub on me) and I drive a mom ride (lovely minivan, complete with car seats and enough snacks to stock a 7-11) and now I have a mom's social life. In my previous life BK (before kids) I spent Saturdays sleeping in, going to brunch, shopping with the girls, going to lunch, meeting friends for drinks, taking in a movie. Now my social life consists of parties...no no no not PARTIES! but parties, birthday parties....not for my aquaintences but for my daughters. And today was a red letter day because I had two parties, back to back. So it was 3 hours in the blazing hot park, eating cheap pizza and grocery store cake and then it was 2 hours in my friends packed house, chasing my kids and talking about which age/stage is the best/worst. Ah the excititng life I lead. I know you all want to be me! Tommorrow I get to follow up this day of partaying with a day of housework....well it just doesnt get better than this!

Wild Card Wednesday (or yet another post to embarrass my son)

I give you: Wailing! My boy can throw a fit like no other. He was upset because we wouldnt let him play in the kitchen why we were laying the new floor. You can see how he postioned himself to ensure no more work got done!

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY

Presenting the special letter 'M' edition brought to you by she who makes more tutus than you can shake a stick at. This would be His Majesty, the princess. In his defense he was only 2.5 at the time and his sister was the one in charge of his wardrobe. Not to mention the crown and necklace had flashing lights and featured that hot babe, Sleeping Beauty.
His Majesty and his royal assistant, who is looking way to pleased with herself.

Wild Card Wednesday (or the sole reason I post on my blog)

This is my daughter when she was three (she is six now) exhibiting a little bit of sibling jealousy by trying to squeeze into my then newborn son's bassinet. This has absolutely nothing to do with W unless you count all the whining she did at that age.

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY

Wild Card Wednesday is brought to you by the multi-talented, hibiscus pillowcase sewing, TKW

WEAPONS! A favorite topic of my three year old. Here he is posing with his sword next to his Knightly friend. This knight actually stands at my dad's house. Its the boy's favorite part of visiting Grandpa. Until very recently he thought there was a real person in there. You should have seen his eyes when my dad took off the head.

I've been ebay jacked!

OMG someone idiot ass stole my ebay id. And then did they do something cool like post copious amounts of shit under my name and make me pay the fee? NOOOOO they used my name to send stupid ass spam to hundreds of ebay sellers. Who in turned sent me angry emails...which is good I guess because thats how I found out about this madness. And I will tell you what really sucked.... trying to find the million year old phone number I had listed on ebay account so the ebay security people could help me out!! Jeez what a freaking nightmare... which I believe now is nearly over. So the lesson here is if you steal an ebay account.... no wait thats not it... the lesson here is keep an eye on your ebay account even if you only use it twice a year.

Stupid Blogger Sucks

Hey do they remove your blog for titles like that? Seriously though, its been a bitch signing in, trying to post, trying to comment! I was visiting some early WCW and I cant even comment because stupid blogger just hangs in limbo! And this makes me want to curse! Actually I do curse, alot! Anyhow if any of you WCW players stumble through, please know I looked at your pics and of course was impressed.

Wild Card Wednesday!

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the lovely TKW. Here we have the boy Working. It seems all my WCWs will be starring my son....so next week i will have to look doubly hard to find one of my daughter, who is very cute as well. Maybe I can take some pictures of her this week...I already know the w word.... whiney!

Help Ease My Mother Guilt

This is a picture of the wall in my son's room that I have spent the last three days painting. Pretty much none stop. The picture takes up most of the wall. I also had to primer and paint all the blue because prior to this three of the walls had a Peter Rabbit theme mural. So why the guilt you ask? Why arent I signing my self up for Martha and Mother of the year? Well let me tell you why, its because of the picture below:
Ah yes, this is the second wall. This should also have a lovely Cars theme mural, you cant see it but I actually have the bare bones sketched on to the wall. Now heres the problem. I am TIRED! My spring break is almost over, the kids will be home tommorrow, the room is in no condition to have a three year old in it, I need to sew the curtains and the blanket.... and I am tired of painting. So heres the thing...I am thinking of painting this wall solid blue, finding a couple of cars posters, framing them and hanging them. would that make me the worst mom ever? I feel like I am cheating my kid. But I just dont think I can get it done. And I need to decide before the kid comes home from his aunties tommorrow, because if he sees the sketch I will be painting but if I paint it blue he probably wont remember I had planned on doing two murals...my daughter will remember but I will bribe her with m&ms to keep quiet. Tell me its ok to paint it blue. I need to think I am not a selfish horrible person for not wanting to spend another week and a half on this room.

Wild Card Wednesday!

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the recently wounded TKW. This week's installment also features my boy, who is very wet eyed in this picture. This was taken shortly after he covered most of his body in black and green marker. When I started to yell (because lets face it I am not going to win mother of the year over my reactions to stress) he started to cry and began smearing marker all over himself. Finally I found my sense of humor and took some pictures. However I still cry over those 40$ stride rite shoes (they were a gift) that he had worn only an hour before covering the sides in green marker.

Is There Any Question About Who Rules This House?

My cat Frank. He found us one day. Shortly after we moved in. He arrived at the backdoor and stood there until we let him in. (We are weird that way, we let strange animals inside). Since that day 8 years ago Frank has ruled this place. He had destroyed my carpet, blinds, couches, various throw rugs, and favorite blanket. Yet here he lives in total comfort. Sure I curse him (alot!) but for some reason we love him. This is where you can find him on any given day. Yes, thats my bed. Yes, his head is on my pillow and he has managed to tuck himself in. I guess I should learn to make my bed and these things wouldnt happen.

Wild Card Wednesday

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the fabulously funny, TKW. This is my boy...looking up from under our sink while the hubs was trying to install a new garbage disposal. So there you have it my WIDE eyed son in our very WHITE sink!

LOTR SAM- Extreme Weapons Edition

My boy, he is 3, he loves weapons. Why? I dont know, I guess because he is a boy. Anyway he's got a zillion action figures and even more weapons. He wants nothing to do with an action figure that doesn't come with weapons. Today I tripped over this guy, that would be Sam from Lord of the Rings. (Which, btw, is a movie I have never watched and probably never will). Anyhow Sam came with just a frying pan, which my son decided was no kind of weapon, so he modified Sam. Now Sam has an arsenal...ready to do battle with anyone or anything.

Why Is It?

Why is it when kids vomit they can never get to the toilet? Or just lean over and hit just one spot on the carpet? No, they have to throw up on the bed covers, the sheets, the dust ruffle, and a crap load of stuffed animals. And then when you are summoned at 4 am, you need to do the laundry, and figure out how to launder stuffed animals, and move the mattress to somehow get the dust ruffle without spilling puke everywhere. Now if confronted with this problem at say, 4pm I might be able to figure it out. However at 4am I am just not in my zone and puke ends up everywhere, which of course means more cleaning. Somedays Mom is a pretty thankless job.

One Last Wildlife Shot

I was looking at that other photo and I noticed Tiny looked kind of evil. See he is ever so much cuter here.

Suburban Wildlife

Look at this adorable little thing we found in our backyard! Dontcha want one? We were alerted to its presence by my son who was standing at the sliding glass door screaming, RAT! MAMA! RAT! I fully expected to see a huge rat...but we saw this little guy instead. (It's a baby possum) My cats really wanted to have it for lunch so I made the hubs pick it up and move it to a safer location. But apparently possums are extremly stupid because "Tiny" here decided to go back to the patio and sit in the cat's food dish. We moved "Tiny" again because my children wouldnt stop screaming. He came back to the patio. By this time my husband was getting sick of being hissed at and nearly chomped by Tiny. However we convinced him to relocate Tiny one more time. Last I saw Tiny he had several cats stalking him but he wouldnt stay hidden. I told the children Tiny's mom came back and got him....but I am not entirely certain thats what happened...however no remains have been recovered.

Sometimes Life Sucks

So I found out yesterday my aunt has rapid spreading small cell lung cancer. wow. sometimes life just plain sucks. The prognosis doesnt look good so far. I am hoping for the best but it seems its probably going to go the other way.