Dinner With Dora

On the way home from daycare, the question that is asked every time I picked them up piped up from the back seat.

"Is Daddy at home?"

Why do my kids love their father more then me, I sadly ask myself?? Oh yeah, that's right - because I make them mind!

Since the kids returned from their summer vacation, our little family has fallen right back into our old routine. It's nice how it works out like that huh? The kids chatted happily in the car as we headed home. For the first time in a long time, there was no screaming, poking, or pulling back there. I was shocked and wondered who's kids these were.

I was running through my head what I could make for dinner for my perfect angels. After eating their Grandy and Grammy's cooking for practically a whole month - I worried they would ask for something like fried chicken or apple pie. You know, that good 'ole Southern home cookin. And as you probably all remember, this southern girl does NOT cook like that - or really cook at all.

Claire: Who's cooking, daddy or you?

Me: I am honey

Claire: Raviolis then please (you know Chef Boyardee in a can - momma's kinda meal)

Me: Great! And you Taylor?

Taylor: Soup peese! (Ramen Noodle)

Me: You guys rock!!

After dinner, where I hovered like a vulture to make sure there was nothing dropped on my new table - I quickly shoved them out of their chairs so I could tidy up. The rest of our evening was awesome, them watching 3 or 4 Dora the Explorer episodes and me reading a good book.

Before bed we all sat on the couch and I read 2 of the cutest books that they had chose from the library this past weekend. I loved every minute of it.

Who Said In-Laws Suck??

I did actually. Bryan's parents and I have had a rocky relationship from the very beginning. I still remember at the tender age of 19 his mother calling me a Jezebel. She had no idea how wrong she really was until much later on. Back then I was practically an angel - I did not curse, smoke, drink - hell, my idea of fun was going with a group of friends and hanging out at the playground after dark. In the past couple of years, Bryan's mom has started to come around but there is still that awkwardness for me when I am around her.

So needless to say, I was not jumping up and down on Saturday when their flight arrived from GA. Well technically I was because they were returning my babies but not so much for the in laws. Claire and Taylor have been visiting Bryan's family since the 4th of July so it was very nice to wrap my arms around those two again!! By the end of the weekend I was ready to ship them off again though. ;)

Saturday night we all went to dinner at The Texas Roadhouse and I giggled to myself as Claire pronounced very loudly how this place was nasty because of all the peanuts on the floor. The kids had a great time and loved the cute lil' balloon animals. Claire's popped on the home so all she was left with was a kitten head. She did not fail to disappoint me either by burping loudly 3 times.

Sunday afternoon we went and had Chinese and that's when it happened. That is when I went from tolerating the in laws to friggin loving 'em! MIL brought up the condition of our washer and dryer. She said Bryan had told her it had started making some noises that did not sound good at all and the fact that it was a tiny stackable unit we had brought with us from the apartment. Basically you could fit 6 shirts, a pair of jeans, and like like 5 socks in there - made laundry life for me hell. Next thing I know, MIL is telling me they have picked out a brand spankin' new washer & dryer if we would like to go with them to pick it up!! Then, while were at Lowes she goes on to tell me how they had stopped by Big Lots and they had found a very nice dining table set they would like to get us!!

Holy shit, I have died and gone to heaven!!!!

*Pictures to come*

Today, We're Cleaning House!!

Ready-Set-Bumbo II

So cute - I had to share!

I Am Reminded Why I Only Poop At Home......

Today we had Chipotle for lunch. Let me just say that I love me some Chipotle, but it does not love me. The sad thing is I know what it does to me but I still continue to eat there. Not near as much as I used to but yes still, I am just glutton for punishment.

So a few hours after my very tasty lunch my stomach started giving me hell. I knew it wouldn't be long before I would have to use the restroom. After putting it off for as long as I possibly could, I hauled my trembling ass in there.

I flew into the largest stall and quickly turned the little lock on the door. I ripped my pants down and threw myself on the toilet seat. Just as relief began again I hear a cough and this.....

"Let me shut this door for you."

OH MY FREAKING GOD!!

I had not closed the stall door entirely and it had opened and a very nice co worker stood there looking at me and closing the door. I am afraid I will have to look for a new job now. The horror.

Questions Better Left Unsaid?

I don't know about you guys, but I do not have a huge surplus of friends. I could probably name them using one hand and even less then that for ones I could talk to about just anything. I am pretty bad about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or worse, trying to talk about something that really shouldn't be discussed, out loud. But you know, sometimes it would be nice to get a little confirmation from other gals that I am not a total wierdo.

So I have decided to use my blogging friends as my new bestest buds that you know, I could just to about anything. Everything from the big O to ass hair.

Here is what I want to throw out there. How do y'all feel about landscaping? I have heard or read so many different reasons why some women maintain the hair down there.

I remember the first time a boyfriend asked me to go all shiny and I thought, what the hell is wrong with him?!?! Did I do it? No. Not until many years later did I start to "trim" and then trim turned into wax on-wax all the way off. Minus the wax though, just me and a razor.

The past couple of months I have been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax. I have heard it is much easier to keep up with then the constant need to shave or my cookie ends up looking like it has a 5 o'clock shadow. But you see, I get my eyebrows waxed and that hurts enough to make my damn eyes water. What would having my pubes ripped off my va jay-jay do to me??

So any if my readers out there ever had one?? Suggestions?? Opinions??

I'm all ears......

Phone Conversation With Taylor

So Bryan and I are enjoying are adult time and the bonus part is the kids are having a GREAT time in Georgia with Bryan's folks. We both talk to the kids every day, Bryan usually in the morning and I call when I get home from work.

Here is my conversation last night with my son.

Me: Hey baby, how are you?

Taylor: Good. How are you Mommy? I miss you.

Me: I am doing good too - I miss you too.

Taylor: How is Gracie (the puppy that no longer lives with us but he doesn't know this yet), is she still tearing up stuff?

Me: Probably (Not a total lie, she has probably ate the old lady that adopted her by now)

Taylor: What are you doing?

Me: Watching a movie.

Taylor: Is it Family Guy?

Me: Uhh no, its a movie.

Taylor: Is it a scary movie? (He loves watching scary movies with me)

Me: Nope, its like a comedy - a funny movie.

Taylor: Ohhh! (he laughs like I have told him a joke)

Taylor: Momma, what are you doing?

Me: I told you Taylor, I'm talking to you.

Taylor: Momma, are you poopin'?

Me: *Thinking* WTH? I cannot believe he is asking me this right in front of Bryan's mother who once called me a Jezebel. I choose to ignore him

Me: So did you have fun today making puppets?

Taylor: Yup. Momma, are you poopin'??

Me: No Taylor and Momma has to go now.

Taylor: Bye Momma! I love you.

Me: I love you too baby, even though I want to crawl under the damn couch and hide.