Wordless Wednesday

Laughter Lives in Our House

This post is part of "Laughter Lives! Tuesday" on the Riggs Family Blog. Check out their blog to read everyone else's "Laughter Lives!" posts.

This week's variation on the theme of funny things that come out of our kids' mouths is the things they say that embarrass us.

One of my favorites happened when our son, Connor, now age four, was nearly three. Connor, having been nursed until just before his second birthday, is a little “breast obsessed”. He still remembers what it was like to nurse and periodically asks Mommy why he can no longer nurse. I typically answer that nursing is for babies, and Connor is a big boy now, and also tell him that there isn’t any milk left in my breasts. Shortly after he was weaned, he used to talk about refilling my breasts with milk and would try to use his sippie cup or a water bottle to refill them so that he could nurse again. I would tell him that it wouldn’t work, that God is the one who fills mommies’ breasts with milk for their babies to drink.

We were over at our friend’s house shortly after she had a new baby, and Connor noticed that she was nursing her infant. He exclaimed, “Look Mama! God filled Shell’s breasts up with milk! Isn’t that great?” I tried to ignore him, which only made him repeat it louder and louder until I acknowledged that it was, indeed wonderful that God had filled Michelle’s breasts with milk.

Out of the mouths of babes, right?

Not Me Monday--My First Attempt!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to my charming kids to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.



Thanks to the utterly fabulous MckMama for all the laughs and the freedom to just be ourselves to celebrate the start of a new week.

I did NOT restart my blog on a Monday after nearly 2 years of bloggity silence JUST so I would be able to participate in this therapeutic Not Me Monday after a few weeks of jealously sitting on the sidelines. Nope—Not Me!

I certainly did NOT wait until just 4 days before my son’s birthday party to actually invite any of our friends after having scheduled the storyteller a full 11 months earlier, and our son’s favorite restaurant over a month ago. No, NOT me! And it was certainly not a desperate emailed invitation after finally giving up on the hand-stamped pirate invitations I had planned. I certainly did NOT buy the still unused, adorable pirate stamp set at least 2 years ago for the purpose of making the invitations that never materialized. Oh, and this was most definitely NOT the second year in a row that I sent such a desperate, last-minute, emailed invitation for my only child’s birthday party. NOT me! I, being such a wonderful, caring Mama would never, ever do that!

I absolutely did NOT experience an actual blog-reading injury while lying in bed this last week when the laptop slid from the breast shelf, on which it was perched (before I decided to raise my legs to stretch my back) to crash into my bottom lip causing swelling and pain on said lip that did NOT last a day. Oh, and this injury that didn’t happen did NOT cause me to immediately vow to start blogging again on the following Monday (today) just so I could post about how it didn’t happen.

I did NOT forget and miss the day I was assigned to make dinner and take it over to a friend who just had her 4th child in 5 years, leaving them to wonder if dinner would ever appear, and eventually scrounge something up on their own. I am certainly too conscientious of a friend to do that!

Finally, I most certainly did NOT type this post still in my red snowflake pajamas at 1:44 in the afternoon, while having a lunch of stale coffee that has been by my bedside for 5 hours, and the remnants of the Frito bag, which I certainly did NOT just tip and pour into my mouth! Oops...my son did NOT just find the empty bag and call me out on finishing it! Good thing he didn't witness the method that I would NOT want him to imitate!

Hanging with the Hubby

We are trying to kick back and recover this evening from the non-stop weekend we've had. Each of the events we chose to participate in was worthwhile, there were just too darned many of them in too short of a time period for us to enjoy the weekend as a whole. We've vowed to reserve much more downtime in the coming weekends.

Just this evening I started coming down with my fourth respiratory infection in three months--I thought I had broken the cycle, but I guess I caught the virus from my drippy-nosed son. He's very sweet, but a bastion of germs, to be sure. I guess I've been shortchanging my already overtaxed immune system by denying myself adequate rest.

I intended to work out this evening, but the headache, sore throat, fever, fatigue are getting the best of me tonight. We climbed in bed to watch "Lost" on the DVR, hubby brought me a mug of raspberry tea and a Reese's peanut butter egg. Mmmm.

Now I'm listening to my weekly conference call for work --I'm a part-time financial coach (and a part-time stay at home mom--hey--I could use a weekly motivational conference call for that job too)--while making this entry, so I'm multi-tasking, and who doesn't these days? In fact our bible study topic tonight was ironically called "Routine Panic." It was about living our lives at too hectic of a pace, which certainly characterized this weekend, if not the last ten days in our household!

The conference call is a good one tonight, but if it doesn't end soon, hubby may sleep instead of resuming "Lost" with me. OK--it's over now. TV time. That's it for tonight.

Overscheduled in Suburbia

This is one crazy weekend--we are going from one activity to the next with barely enough time to drive from place to place--exactly what we try to avoid when we plan our weekends. It just seems that a lot of events that we couldn't control--Preschool Parents Group Easter party, a friend's baby shower, church music ministry potluck, hosting our bible study group etc.--were scheduled tightly together. Add that to a haircut (I felt bold and freed myself of four inches--thank you Patty and Deanine for the suggestion), a visit from my parents who took us to dinner at Chili's (hooray for gluten free, Weight Watchers-friendly yummy Margarita Grilled Chicken), a car repair, and this is the first time I feel like I can relax. Whew!

My husband, Tom, and I made two huge pans of gluten free lasagna tonight before coming up to bed--one for the music ministry potluck, and the other for bible study. We'll end up eating it for two meals tomorrow, but we love it. No one else but the three of us will be attending both events, so it just seemed to make sense to save time by making twice as much of the same entree instead of making two separate meals. The sauce is semi-homemade instead of completely from scratch because I didn't get home from the grocery store until 10:20 or so. We finished around midnight, though, which is pretty impressive--what a fabulous culinary team we make!

I wish I had found time to go to the gym today, but I need to sleep. I have to teach a class at church tomorrow morning for the first time. I just finished the preparations now and allowed myself the indulgence of making an entry here. I'm going to try to do one daily, if I can.

I scrapbooked last night at Cord Camera and brought a lot of friends--we had a group of 13 registered and 10 showed up. Many of them will be coming to church to scrap again on Tuesday. Most of us didn't get much done last night, but we had fun, and that's what counts the most. We measure our productivity and output in so many other areas of life that I don't want to taint my hobby time by imposing those kinds of expectations. I did that in the beginning and I promptly insisted that I cease and desist. I've been quite compliant and much happier ever since I got strict with myself about this. I preach it to others, too, when they try to get down on themselves for talking and not making enough progress. If we enjoy ourselves and get out of the house without any kids in tow, we should consider it a huge success!

Well, Tom is snoring loudly in bed next to me, and the alarm goes off in less than six hours. Time to call it a night.

A Deep Breath

My family is now out the door--I think the door just closed for the last time after several trips back in for forgotten cereal and coffee and misc. items. We have an overscheduled weekend coming up all the way from tonight through Sunday night, but I think I"m going to allow myself the luxury of a prolonged, proverbial deep breath or two before diving into making a pre-weekend To Do List. Ahhhh.

Today is a rare toddler-free Friday. I usually have Connor in day care Monday and Thursday, but our 7 year old niece, Lindsey, was visiting for three nights this week during her spring break, so I kept Connor home on Monday and sent him today instead. I'll miss him having him gone two days in a row, but I can use the break and need to get some stuff done after having Lindsey here much of the week and before the hectic weekend on the horizon.

Ahhhh.

Begginner's Bloggings

Inspiration has struck in the way of a 24 year old actress in NYC. I happened upon her blog and decided to start my own--thank you, and Happy Birthday, Laura !

Oops--I just heard the garage door open and I have no idea what I am making for dinner--better go for now, but a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step (horribly cliche', I know, but appropriate here).