heart meltiness

AND THEN DAD COMES HOME AND THE WHOLE WORLD IS RIGHT AGAIN AND MY HEART MELTS RIGHT OUT OF MY CHEST AND I RETRACT ALL PREVIOUS HEAD IN SAND WOE IS ME COMMENTS






P.S. No one tell my husband I posted pictures of him in nothing but his work thermals. Tee hee bad wifey!!!! Shhhhhhhhh

You spin me right round Brandon right round

yeah this is my kid spinning himself in circles until he falls and cracks his head on the table letting out a noise I'm not entirely sure he has made before.

Mushy mush

STRONGLY CONSIDERING CHANGING TITLE OF BLOG TO

TALES OF AN INSANO MOM ON THE VERGE OF LOSING WHAT IS LEFT OF HER MUSH BRAIN WISHING SHE COULD BURY HER HEAD IN THE SAND AND HIDE FROM THE CHILD.

JUMPING OUT OF MY SKIN

Brandon has learned to jump off things. The pictures are slightly blurry because I had it set in continuous so I could catch him.
First he climbs up one side of the couch and jumps onto it.




After this he runs to the other side of the couch and psyches himself up to jump off.





Then he jumps off and starts over.

Please notice the Incredible's on the TV in the background.

Stringing me along

This is what happens when the Incredibles end and I'm covered in chicken so I can't rush over and restart the movie.










To help you get it I have a bar that separates my kitchen and living room. This is what the string is wrapped around. I could have sworn I only had one cat but apparently my son is half Super hero half kitty cat.
Oh and to anyone who wants to comment on my stained carpet you have three choices;
1: You can remember that I have a one year old who delights in sucking chocolate milk up his straw and then watching it run out onto the carpet.
2: Send someone to clean my carpet.
3: Pay to have hardwood installed.
If you don't want to do any of these then keep your dirty carpet comments to yourself.

INCREDIBLY FUCKING SICK OF THE INCREDIBLES

Serious people. How many times can one child watch a movie. Emery I know you said Ezra was obsessed with Buzz Lightyear (I was affraid to type if for fear the he would magically be able to read the words and force you to turn on the movie.) But seriously I had no idea what you meant. This is my third freaking time today to watch this movie and probably the 28th time this week we have seen it. Brandon will not even resemble a well adjusted nice kid unless the Incredibles are on somewhere. So we Tivoed it in the living room and now it is on pretty much 24/7 unless he is asleep. Today at the store I made the rookie mistake of deciding to buy the actual movie while my son was in the cart with me. He immediately started screaming and shaking the box trying to pry it open and looking at me like he wanted me to pop the DVD in my mouth and make the movie play on my face. We rushed right home to the precious Tivo and turned on his beloved movie and all sanity was restored again. I'm not sure though how long I can stay sane watching this movie. I should just thank the Lord he is at least over Teletubbies. Because if I had to hear Uh oh Po, HI Tinky winky and tubby tustard one more time I think I would have blown up PBS. Oh the horror. I now fear having a girl and getting stuck watching some terrible movie such as the Little Mermaid (barf barf) all day.

Boredom strikes and mom gets clean

I had the day off yesterday. I work every day so having a day off I was in shock. I didn't know what to do with myself. First I sat on the couch and enjoyed a cup of yummy Hawaiian white chocolate coffee and watched the Incredibles with Brandon. Then I thought why not organize the Christmas decorations? Ooooops I forgot that those were stuffed inside the guest room closet. I opened the closet and things came spilling out on me. This is the closet now (sorry I'm not smart like Emery it didn't occur to me to take before pictures).

I figured while I was in this room it couldn't hurt to make the bed and actually clean off the desk. Whoah I can actually see desk. How odd.


When I was done in the office/guest room I watched Incredibles with Brandon. Next came my closet. Now this may not look like much to you but earlier the floor was covered in all of my clothes, the shelves had clothes hanging in all directions and the shoes were .....well the shoes were just plain bad.


As if that wasn't bad enough I figured maybe I should clean out my kitchen drawers. While dong this I watched the Incredibles with Brandon. Look how organized I am. It took Brandon five mintues to sniff out the clean and destroy it.



I sure dont' know what I would do if I was a stay at home mom. I think I would run out of things to clean. How boring. I got so bored I even went to work for an hour. Then I came home and I watched the Incredibles with Brandon. After that we went to the park and then we came home and watched the Incredibles. Finally daddy came home so we watched the Incredibles.

Ahhhh Boys

This is what happens when my son gets bored. He starts looking for ways to freak me out. These are pictures of Brandon trying to somersault off the couch.

Sick sick sick sick sick

After specifically telling a certain family member to please not read my blog and even setting it to private for a while I just found out that not only has he continued to read it today he has emailed a person that I wrote something about and told her what I said. It was my personal feelings and he told her. I don't know how to feel about this. Not only that but he emailed the link to my mother. I tried setting this blog to private but I noticed that a lot of people didn't like having to register or sign in to read my blog. I have so many friends who read this daily sometimes logging on a few times a day to see what I have to say. I am at such a crossroads here. Do I completly delete this blog that means so much to me or what. I took it out of private thinking this person understood that this was personal and for him to now start telling people the things I said makes me sick to my stomach. I feel like vomiting right now. The worst part is that the person he told hasn't even read the email yet so now I just have to sit here and wait for her to read it and call me screaming. I am so so so devastated about this whole matter. Please weigh in and advise me.

A look into just how odd I am

* I would much rather talk on yahoo messenger or email then talk on the phone. I don't know why I just don't like it. I feel very uncomfortable and weird when people call me so 90% of the time I just won't answer your call and later at work I will email to see what you wanted. There is only one person I truly enjoy talking on the phone with and that is my cousin Lisa. We can talk on the phone for hours and hours and not actually say anything. So if your not her don't call me.

* I can not stand voice mail. I don't like checking them I don't like seeing them on my phone and I don't see the point of them. 99.999999% of the time I will not check my voice mail for at least 12 days after you have left me the message. This also applies to home answering machines I hate having messages there also. The other day I had 9 messages and the first one was over a month old. I really don't understand the point of leaving someone a message that says "Hi its me call me". Because that is what they all say. Guess what people I have caller ID on my home and cell phone. I know you called I don't need a friendly reminder from you.

*I don't eat meat, I am very against hunting, I don't believe in cruelty to animals but you couldn't pry my leather Coach purse from my hands if you tried. I don't know why I find it acceptable to carry my fancy purses but I do so don't bug me about it.

*I don't believe in hitting, spanking, smacking, slapping or any sort of hurting children. This includes a smack on the hand. I don't think its fine. I don't think it teaches them better. I don't understand why anyone would purposely hurt someone they love. I don't understand why most men who won't hit their wives will hit their kids. WHY!!!! If you hit your kids and I see you or I know you do it I'm probably going to judge you. Sorry. It's the truth. I will think you are horrible and I will feel sorry for your kids. I probably won't say anything to you but now you know.

*I'm not so good with the whole coming to your house and hanging out thing. I feel safe in my house. Its my little bubble. I love having people come over but chances are I will probably never visit your house. I don't know why I just suck at it. I really don't feel comfortable in other peoples house. I feel strange bringing my son over to peoples houses since I know he will destroy their things. Basically if you want to see me just come on over. Please don't ask me over unless it is for a big event (i.e. birthdays, bbq's and holidays) because I hate coming up with excuses for why I can't come sit on your couch and twitch uncomfortably.

*I can't stand hugging. No let me clarify I don't like being touched. DON'T TOUCH ME. I hate being hugged by anyone but my husband or my son. In my whole life I have had 3 people I have felt okay with hugging me. One is this guy Roy Carson in high school. He gave great hugs and I would go to him when I felt like I needed one. The second person is my husband. It took me a while to warm up to the idea but now I love his hugs and I actually prefer them to kisses. The third person is my son. He can hug me all day and make my whole heart stop. So please if you are hanging out with me please don't hug me good bye. Don't hug me hello, don't hug me unless I make the move to hug you first. I know I seem mean but hugging me makes me want to vomit. I don't like people touching me at all. I don't mind a good poke in the arm from Ginger here and there but that is my limit. If you do hug me or touch me you should know that for the next 20 minutes I'm only going to be concentrates on the part of my body you just touched. Also if you do hug me I will take that as an open invitation to puke on you so you can then be just as uncomfortable as me.

So there now you have stepped into my twisted mean little mind and you now know a little bit about me. Sorry if I see like a complete ass. I don't mean to be its just how I am. So take it or leave it.