Thursday, May 26, 2011

And Now...A Letter

Dear Utahns,

I know you've been having a lot of rain and bad weather lately, and I'm sorry about that. Who am I kidding, I am not one bit sorry. I've noticed a little something about Utahns, and that is: you complain about the weather--A LOT. Every Spring there is the obligatory "What's with this SNOW Utah?! Don't you know its the end of March?!" Dude, the weather does this EVERY year, when are you going to get used to it? I remember one year it snowed in flippin' JUNE, and I remember saying those same things then too. But now that I'm not in the middle of the Utah world, I've noticed that Facebook status's from Utah constantly say the same thing (see above quote). Now for ME, I can complain about the weather all I want because I live in Washington, which really does have horrible weather. At least Utah actually gets a great summer, so boo. Just thought I'd let you know.

Someone who's a little bitter about the weather and maybe slightly hypocritical,

Monday, May 23, 2011

Sip of the Crazy Life

My three year old just had a melt down over juice.

He said "Mommy, can I have apple juice in a cup pwease?"

So I got him some apple juice in a cup.

Simple enough right?


He wanted apple juice in a SIPPY cup. So he sat there and stomped and cried and I said sorry, but I already got you juice, drink it or don't.

Then he laid on the floor and very pathetically moaned, "I want my daddy." over and over. He even turned to his sister to make sure he made his point, "Maddie...I want my daaaaddy! waaah!"

It was ridiculous.


Of course now he's playing toys and laughing his head off, but who knows where we'll be in another five minutes. I live with a flipping' crazy person.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Peach Fuzz

All the boys in my house got haircuts last night. Yes, all three boys did, which means my one year old got his first haircut last night.

I cried.

I have never cried cutting my kids hair before. But do you know why I cried?

Not because he had beautiful sweet baby curls and now they were gone. Not because he looks ugly. Not because I miss his longer hair (it wasn't really long in the first place).

I cried because I didn't put a guard on at all. So after that first swipe, I saw that I had pretty much shaved him bald. Completely BALD.

I couldn't take it back after the first go, so then I cried for a minute and kept on shaving. He sort of looks like a little cancer patient. You can see all the veins on his head, the little dent where his soft spot is, everything. Basically he looks like a giant peach.

Its growing on me now, because heck its just hair and it will grow back. But that "what have I done?!?!" feeling last night, was not nice.

I should probably care more about my three year old's hair since he can NOT hold still and he has long pieces all over his head, but no, who cares about that?

Hey, Handy Manny right now is talking about haircuts! Weird. Do you ever think your electronics are spying on you? No...yeah, me neither...

Friday, May 13, 2011

Weird or Just Plain Funny?

I had a meeting last night and when I got home--waaay past bedtime mind you--my husband had given our one year old some fruit snack. Yes, fruit snacks. The baby was such a ridiculous sticky mess, he honest to goodness couldn't get his fingers unstuck from each other. I wiped him up as good as I could and kept looking at his face, something was off a little. His bottom lip looked swollen! I asked my husband if he had gotten bonked in the mouth or something? No, he hadn't. So what was wrong? On closer inspection, his face was so sticky that his bottom lip was stuck to the skin underneath it. Kind of like Bubba Gump. For real. His lip was stuck to his chin. It threw me for a loop for the rest of the night, it was just so weird/gross/icky/odd.

I think its hilarious today.

I've been trying to stop nursing for like a month now. Its going...okay. I have definitely cut back, and he is taking a bottle better; but he REALLY wants to nurse still. Anyway, last night was a hard night for the boy and I think I ended up nursing him on one side three times. And NO times on the other side. One of my boobs is seriously huge and rock hard. The other is tiny and deflated. It is the weirdest thing I've seen since...well last night with the lip thing.

Its sort of hilarious to me as well.

Hope you guys have a funny weekend and not as weird a one as mine is starting out as! :)

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Some Seriously Deep Crap

I was watching America's Next Top Model the other day and one of the girls won a challenge about being a good role model and another one of the girls was really upset because she felt that girl didn't deserve it. She felt like the girl was fake, and pretty much she was getting away with a lie. She felt justified in saying something--almost like she had to say something--because she was TELLING THE TRUTH and that person WAS LYING.

Tyra (O Wise Crazy One) said something along the lines of, you have to be professional, and its one of the hardest things to keep your mouth shut when you feel like you should say something about someone's character because you need to tell the truth.

Its really is so frustrating. We're taught our whole lives to stand up for whats right, to do the right thing even when its hard, to tell the truth and be honest; and yet, we get to be adults and thats not really what people want you to do. They want you to look past their faults, they want you to get over yourself, they want you to mind your own business, they want you to keep your mouth shut. Nobody likes a tattle tale. And yet we train our kids their whole lives to BE a tattle tale. To let us know whats going on, to not keep secrets.

What would you do if you knew some personal information about someone, and they were telling your best friend complete and total lies, then your friend came to you and was talking about it to you? Do you keep your mouth shut? Do you set your friend straight? Do you share, do you keep quiet?

There's so many different sides to this. The person who you know is lying, now says you're judgmental. Doesn't matter that what they did was horrible, you're judging them so that means YOU'RE bad. Somehow when you "tattle" on someone, no matter how true it is, you get made to be the bad person. You're a gossiper, you're intolerant, you're mean.

Maybe you're not trying to judge someone, maybe you're just trying to be honest. Maybe you were raised by a mother who despised lying, and its hard for you to take any of it. I know I was. I HATE when people lie. Hate it. So its hard not to want to stand up and say "THAT ISN'T TRUE!!" But is it my place? Is it right?

Why is it so hard to sit back and watch someone "get away" with something? Its not my place to inflict justice on someone, but it sure is hard not to want to sometimes! Do you struggle with this? Do you wish people would stop lying and just take responsibility for their actions? Or does it not bug you, let people live their lives and thats that?

What do you think?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Parlez Vous?

When I was in 6th grade, we had to learn some Spanish basics. We learned colors and simple phrases and...I don't know, whatever means "the basics." Obviously, I didn't learn much because the only phrase I remember at all is:

Donde esta el bano? (And even that I didn't learn well because I spelled "bano" as "banyo" and had to google it to get it right. Doh.)

Which means:

Where is the bathroom?

At some point in the school year, I thought it would be funny during Spanish Time to go up to the teacher and say "Donde esta el bano?" and give him a good little chuckle. You know because when you're twelve, anything to do with the bathroom is hilarious. Heck, it still is most of the least to my husband. Who I wonder about his maturity sometimes...which is probably about the level of a twelve year old..

Anyway, I went up to him and with a big goofy grin on my face delivered the words in espanol.

He glanced at me and told me to go ahead and go to the bathroom.

Not a crack of a smile. Nothin'...

As I trudged down the hallway I realized two things:

a. Not everyone gets my sense of humor.


b. I really didn't have to go to the bathroom.

Friday, May 6, 2011

I think its Called Writers Block, You know, if You're a Professional

I'm trying to come up with a blog post. I'm watching 'America's Next Top Model' instead.

Believe me. I love blogging, it was like blog at first sight. But something is just missing lately.

I have no desire to blog.

I'll check blogs a little, I'll try and comment and sometimes thats even hard to do. Then I think about blogging and I'm just like...blaaahhhhg.

So sorry everyone, this is my very sad attempt at getting back into it. Maybe I'll have something better next week? :>