She went to bed pretty easily tonight, and I think I have the answer to all our nighttime problems.
Hubby has to put her to bed now.
EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.
Sssh. He doesn't know it yet. But he will.
SOON. VERY SOON.
It's either that or we have to have snow in NC more often, so I can ensure that she tires out more quickly. But I'll stick w. passing the buck onto hubby. That works SO much better for ME.
I have a crazy crush on Mike Rowe. You know him? The guy from Dirty Jobs? Don't worry, it's OK, it's not a secret, not anymore, anyway. I fessed up to my hubby last weekend. I told him I knew he'd be OK with it because he probably has a man-crush on the guy, anyway, although he (and likely most men we know) would never admit it.
And so, I present to you, Mike Rowe:
And as cute as he is, it isn't just that. It's his VOICE. I'm so serious. He does voiceovers for commercials, and I have no clue what the products are (trucks, I think ... Chevy, maybe?) but I do not care. His voice could melt butter.* I'm serious. It's just so nice. I came across like 900 pictures of him without his shirt on, and that's not even what I was looking for, though the man is H-O-T.** I just love his personality, his voice, his eyes, his voice, his smile, his voice. Did I mention his voice? A hottie who gets dirty, what more could a woman want?
Have I mentioned how serious I am? I almost subjected you all to the entire 2+ minute video I found of him w. the pig, but decided to save you the trouble, and save him for me.
**And as for his hotness ... I figured I'd prove that, as well.
So, are you with me? Jump on the bandwagon. But believe me, I'd fight for him. I would. I'd get down and dirty. ;)
Ever feel the urge to pick up a bottle of wine and throw it against the wall so it shatters?
No? So it's just me, then?
Well, of course I'd prefer it be an empty bottle, but I mean some fresh, shattering glass to get out your frustrations? Like when your child refuses to go to bed, AGAIN. And gets up crazy early, AGAIN. And is a really good girl all day, but at night is quite the opposite. And forces you to say something totally ridiculous like, 'If you don't go to bed RIGHT NOW you will not be allowed to play outside in the snow tomorrow!' (Yes, it's snowing here in NC. It's a Christmas miracle! Not really, but you get me -- right?)
Sigh. Seriously. That kind of night. So instead of throwing my bottle of vino, I'm about to crack it open. And if you've never heard of this brand before, I suggest you look into it [though their website leaves a little to be desired, but hey, it's good wine.] It's quite ah-proh-poh. (heh heh, sure, that's how you spell it!)
And since my loving husband neglected to pick up something sweet for me as he stopped at Walmart on the way home (Love you, hunny. Good thing you don't read this!) I got to dive into the baker's chocolate again tonight. Fun stuff. Hard as a rock, might break a tooth on it, but I want chocolate, d@mnnit. And if I don't get some I might have to double up on my happy pills. And I'm not sure that's a good idea. Or maybe it is ... sweet dreams, all!
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was an old woman who married a man, both of them bringing children into their marriage to one another. For the most part, the man was never to be seen, leaving this woman to look after her step-daughter.
What to do with her, she wondered?
Cindy never let her actually come up with any ideas, as she spent her days hiding from her new sisters, rarely leaving her room. When she was in hiding she would keep her nose into a book nearly all the time, leaving her step-mother at a loss.
"Girls," the old woman said to her own daughters, "Go and see if Cindy wants to go out tonight."
"Do we HAVE to?" they answered in unison.
"Yes, now GO!" The girls came back to their mother.
"Cindy won't open her door," one said.
"She's totally ignoring us," cried the other.
"Well, this is ridiculous. I'll go up and check on her."
As she walked up the stairs everything seemed exceptionally quiet. What is going on here, she thought to herself. Things just don't seem right. She tapped on Cindy's door. No answer. Listened against it, nothing. No music, no pages rustling, nothing. She opened the door a crack. "Cindy? Cindy - are you ..." and stopped in her tracks.
Cindy wasn't there. The window was open and so the woman looked out, at nothing. "What the ----?" Where on earth had Cindy gone? And why would she feel the need to sneak out of the house? Cindy's step-mother muttered to herself, extremely frustrated.
"I swear, when she comes home I'm going to make her clean this entire house from top to bottom."
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Should it be a given that your child is going to wake up at 6?
And, as usual, not want to lay in bed with you and hubby, but move around, barely give you a chance to fall back to sleep, and crank crank crank the whole time?
Yeah ... I thought so. Thanks.
Any tips on how to get a toddler to STAY IN HER ROOM (short of locking her in) when she gets up too early, or at the very least wanting to go back to sleep in our bed for an hour or two (which would be totally cool with us at that point) please send them my way.
And again, thanks.
p.s. And no lectures on why I was up so late, I was actually working. I know, I know, WHAT-EVER. But I was. Did I have to do it til 1AM, no, probably not, but those are my better hours. Did I mention I'm not a morning person? Yeah, I think you got that by now.
Forgive me. I suck. I am so lame. I know that I have not found my way to all of your blogs yet, and possibly have not even thanked you for following me. How awful. How scummy. How not adhering to blogiquette! (?)
I plan to take some time this week/weekend to do just that. So if you haven't heard from me in a while, or EVER, please don't leave hate me! I'll be by soon, I promise.
Oy, it's the Jewish guilt, I tell ya. I just feel it ALL the time. Can't help myself. I can dish it out, too, though. If you don't leave me comments, why not? I mean ... please do. It helps remind me that you're out there. You know? I mean, how am I supposed to remember to find you if you don't remind me you're out there? [Totally kidding,not really.]
Forever grateful, and tired, and cranky, and just plain me ...
It was absolutely not me who submitted this post to my blog just now without any info in it, on accident. Whoops!
It has also not been me this morning who has let my child sit on the couch, eating waffle after waffle (literally THREE blueberry toasted waffles) while watching an hour-long Mickey Mouse movie, a mini-Handy Manny episode, and another MM episode! Nope. No way!
I am also not the mom who has let her sit in her pajama shirt this entire morning, since she didn't want to put her PJ-pants back on, OR change into the new shirt we got her at the hockey game last night. (Yes, that WAS me screaming for the Hurricanes as they went 5-1 against the Bruins, at least before we left ... it was not me leaving early because we weren't sure our not-quite-3-yo would make it through the third before totally crashing after an XL tub of popcorn!) It was also not me allowing said child to eat that much popcorn. No wonder she's starving this morning! Uhm, I mean, I'm totally shocked that she's so hungry today.
It was NEVER ME who was cool w. hubby driving around town trying to find her a 'Canes shirt, BEFORE the game, so we wouldn't have to spend 9 million AT the game, only to get there and find a 4T long-sleeved tee-shirt for only $15. Nope. Not me. Uhm, not us.
It is also not possibly me who watches Handy Manny with my daughter and thinks to myself, wow, THIS is Handy Manny ... I'd NEVER do that.
Oh, daughter, PLEASE just give me ONE SECOND of free time and PLAY BY YOURSELF.
I don't understand why it is so hard. The minute I walk away to do something, anything, pee, check my e-mail, clean up around the house a bit, did I mention pee? ... you find the need to start getting into anything and everything, BUT what we were playing with together.
Like today. Right now. I opened up some play foam (!?!) and we're having fun. I decided to clean for a minute or two, create a new cat from the shedded fur on our floor, and check my e-mail to see if someone is coming by to pick up non-perishables I am donating to be sent to Haiti. And you cannot sit still. WHY? Why not? Just asking for a few moments here. Not that much, ya know? Just SIT DOWN and play. Leave the dog alone. Close the (you pick one) pantry, fridge, back door. Stop climbing things, asking for snacks and hanging onto my every move. Please. PLEASE. Pretty please?
Signed with love, ** Mommy about to check herself into a psychiatric ward just for a few days of peace and quiet.
The movie I could watch over and over again is _______.
DIRTY DANCING.
I should change that sentence to say, the movie I HAVE WATCHED over and over again is Dirty Dancing! I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have seen it, but it's got to be closing in on (if not over by now) 100. My favorite line in the movie may be unexpected, but if you're a true fan, you'll know it:
"I carried a watermelon."
It's quite possibly the funniest line of the entire thing.
Never mind the fact that I love Patrick Swayze (may he rest in peace) so much, and have since then, and probably long before then, as well. And that Johnny Castle is every girl's dream man. Hot, bad boy, really a good boy, the guy you meet on your summer vacation and learn from. Did I mention how hot he is? I did? Oh, good. I thought you missed it.
Ah, Johnny. To have met a man like you when vacationing in the Catskills with my family. Although I would have been wayyyyy too young at the time, and it wouldn't have been as wonderful as it was for Baby. And you would have gone to jail, and, uh, well, let's just leave all of this in my dream world, shall we?
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That I'd never have to take my dog out in the rain again once we got a fenced in yard.
That was just proven to NOT be the case. As said dog would not go outside and STAY out there without me putting on hubby's rain boots (I swear I wish I had bought myself a pair when I got him these) and my windbreaker/rain coat and actually heading out there with him.
But hey, he finally peed, so all is well.
Now don't you know way more about my dog's bathroom habits than you'd like?
**Why wouldn't they just start over? Write a story about a character who refuses to go back to square one.**
"Come ON, Dad," Annie sighed dramatically. "Why do you always have to do this? Why can't we just go back that way and ask for directions?"
"Annie, STOP IT! I'm trying to drive here."
"You can't dri-i-ive with a map in your hands." Her father practically puffed with anger. "Ugh. Seriously. Dad. Come on. Let's stop at that gas station over there."
"I'm figuring it out."
Annie sighed to herself. Why was her father so stubborn? Is it true that men never stop to ask for directions? Are they all that way? Or just her dad? Was that why her mother left him? She let herself pause. Them. Is that why she left them? It was so easy to blame it on her father, and his need to trudge through no matter how obvious it was that they were going the wrong way, no matter how awful the dinner wound up tasting, no matter ... well, just no matter at all.
Her father looked over at her. She looked just like Louise. Damn her. Louise, not Annie. Her face was all flushed from her frustration. Why couldn't he just get her there on time? What was WRONG with him? Why was he such a failure? As a husband, and now as a father. If he could just show her he knew how to get there, just prove to her that he could do it without stopping, without having to ask for help ... she'd have faith in him then. He'd become the father that he used to be, the one who could do no wrong. It'd been some time since she looked at him with those eyes. The ones that weren't doused with contempt. Did she blame him for her mother leaving? Surely. He blamed himself, after all. But he was here now. He stayed. He was taking her to karate, soccer, baby-sitting jobs, he'd turned into her own personal chauffeur. And yet she was so angry. With him. With her mother. With the world. What else could he do? Would it be that simple? Could he just pull over and ask for help, would that be enough for her? Doesn't she know that that would prove him to be a failure all over again?
Her father sighed loudly. "Fine, Annie. We'll just ..."
"Dad! Dad! That's it! Dad! That's Mr. Jonas' car over there! There's Lily. Her mom parked down that street. Look, she's waving at us! That's the field we're playing at today!" She started pulling her things together, tugging her hair back into a ponytail, and suddenly she was beaming.
Her father pulled over to the side of the road. "Thanks, Dad. I love you!" She leaned over and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind her.
"I'll be there soon. Right after I run ..." She turned and waved. She could barely hear him. "Knock 'em dead, Annie! I love you, too."
So, there it was. He had found it. He did it. No help required. Sometimes it made sense to trudge through. And make your little girl oh so proud. He looked up at the rear-view mirror. His eyes were wet. "Bah!" He wiped them with his sleeve. "Knock 'em dead, sweetheart." =========== Check out Mama Kat at the button below to find out about the other prompts for today, along with a really cool mama and a fun blog!
First off, we spent an ENTIRE day today without turning on the television. That's a true miracle in and of itself. I don't know that in my daughter's not-quite-three-years that this has happened at all until today. Now, true, we did have computer time, separately and together, but no TV. Yay, me!!!
Second, a cute kid story from tonight, while my daughter was 'kind of' falling asleep:
Her: Uncle L. is your little brother, Mommy. Me: That's right. Her: And Daddy, Uncle J. Me: Ah-ha. (Not sure if she understands that hubby is the younger sibling of the two, but not going to get into it when it was a rough enough bedtime as it was!) Her: Who is my little brother? Me: (UH ...) You don't have one ... yet? Her: I don't? Me: No. Her: For my birthday? Me: Uhm, it doesn't exactly work that way. Her: No? Me: Go to sleep, sweetheart.
From the mouths of babes, no? And it's likely because of television she asked this. As we have the Phineas and Ferb CD and there's a song in there that starts off "Little brothers," and then there is always Olivia, who talks about her little bother. It's all good, though. See why we survived a day without TV?
I know I had more to say, but I just totally lost track of my thoughts. I think the whole Little Brother thing threw me for a bit of a loop.
How 'bout you? If you have wee ones, did they say anything cute today?
I'd never wait til nearly midnight to post my Not Me Monday edition. Nope -- not I!
And I'd never allow my child to eat the following items all in one day (yesterday!) ...
* Breakfast = yogurt w. granola * Lunch = almost 2 Dora yogurts [didn't finish them all yesterday, but ate the rest today] * Lunch#2 = most of a chicken patty w. 1 monterey jack cheese stick * Dinner = veggie burger w. 1 slice of American Cheese on a hamburger bun * Snacks through the day = 2 fruit chew snacks, 1/2 sugar cookie, and that's all I can recall!
Can anyone say Dairy Overload? Nope. Not me! I'd also NEVER EVER find myself eating my meals on the couch in the living room and giving sharing them with to my daughter throughout the day. Nope, never. Not me. She'd never end up eating more than 1/2 her daily food in the living room, either on the couch stealing from sharing with mommy or at her little table in front of the TV.
Those are just a few random thoughts after the nice Monday we had today. She actually did pretty well. And I would certainly never tell her to just go outside and play and I'd be right there ... after I checked e-mail, all 900 inboxes that I have, and went to the bathroom. And I'd never scream her name SO loud that the entire neighborhood probably heard me when she left the back door open and ran out there. Leaving an open path for the kitties to run out and never return, should they dare. Nope. I'd never scream and sound like bloody murder to my not-yet-3-year-old. Not me!
How about you? Have you checked out MckMama's blog for more people not doing crazy sh!t like this today?
Today is the anniversary of one of the saddest days of my life.
Twice.
On January 17th, 1996 I came home from work, walked up to my parents' house and saw my brother on the porch, at the top of the stairs and I knew. My grandmother had passed away. So much changed for our family on that day, and my heart has never been the same since. I can still feel the walk home from the bus stop. I can still see my brother's face as I started up the stairs. On this day I remember it more than ever.
The anniversary of my grandmother's passing had always been difficult for me. For all of us. While I took time each year to think of her, hold her in my heart on that day, and miss her a little more than usual, I decided on the 4th Anniversary of her passing to take the day off from work. It was a Monday, and the Martin Luther King holiday, and I felt I deserved the day. Maybe it was a mental health day, maybe it was just something I needed. Maybe I knew?
So I spent much of the day in my room. I read a book (Bee Season, by Myla Goldberg) I ate crap, I probably watched some TV and hung out with my cat. I barely remember it. It was that irrelevant in so many ways.
I was cooking dinner, the pasta was in the pot on the stove in the tiniest kitchen ever. The phone rang and it was my brother. My cousin's husband had died unexpectedly that morning. It was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. Impossible. We were exactly the same age. Two weeks apart. He was kind of like a big brother to me. How could he be gone? I think I collapsed to the floor. I remember my husband (not married yet) coming to me as I screamed? Cried?
How is it possible that the universe took two very special people out of my life on the same exact *date* of the year? If there is rhyme or reason I just don't get it. It simply sucks. Maybe the world doesn't want me weepy an extra day, as I already have enough loss to remember? Maybe there was some sort of symbolism of the day? Date? Who knows?
I'd like to say that I have stopped asking, but I haven't. I still ask. I still remember. I still miss them. Both of them. Very, very much. One woman who knew me my entire life, and one young man who I knew for a short enough time to feel he was family.
So as the skies opened up outside my house today, I felt it was right. The tears fell from above, and that was enough for me to know ... I'm not sure what, exactly. I just know that the day was the way it was supposed to be.
* Eat breakfast * Get daughter dressed * Get socks and sneakers on [mine and HERS] * GO GET MASSAGE!!!! * Come home. * Go to 3-yo birthday party (yummy cookies will be there) * Come home again. * Smile, breathe, feel stress-free ... did I mention I was getting a massage today?
If I had to choose only one modern technology to have (i.e. television, phone, microwave, computer/Internet, etc), it would be _________.
Wow. Well, I think I'd have to say the Internet, because how on Earth would I get through my days? And what would I do without the bloggy world? And along with that, I met most of (well, maybe ALL) my NC friends via the Internet, and I maintain friendships with people I have never met through the Internet, as well. And we're talking long-term friendships here (you Divas know who you are!) Long-term that are turning into life-long.
We couldn't maintain those the way we do without the web. Via phone? Unlikely. How could we all talk at once? Oh, and we actually MET through the Internet, so there's the answer in a nutshell. It's the easiest way to stay connected with the world I don't live in daily, whether that is a world of family and friends back home (NY) or my community at large here (NC) or, well, pretty much anyone and everyone in my life of any importance.
The only person I can't e-mail is my Dad. He's not a computer person, but I do even get to see and talk to him through Skype. So there you have it. That works for me. Heck, when I told my parents I was pregnant it was through our webcam on Skype! I wanted to be able to see their faces and hear their voices, so it was the best way for hubby and I to do just that.
Anyway, that's my thought on the matter. Can you tell how addicted to being online I am? No -- well, ask anyone who knows me. They'll fill you in.
If you have not yet seen the incredible list of blogs on Money Saving Mom who are working to raise money for disaster relief for Haiti, please check HERE as soon as possible.
All you have to do is link up your blog posts about helping support the relief efforts, or make a few comments and these bloggers will be contributing varying amounts per link/comment they receive towards many different causes.
It's absolutely worth taking the time to do this, and think of how quickly you'll be able to link up and help raise extra money without having to donate more yourself. We know these times are rough, so help them help others. I know I'm in the middle of the list right now, and am truly impressed by their efforts!
So go ahead. I challenge you to post your link on EACH blog listed. GO FOR IT. You'll feel incredible if you do.
I can't help myself, when I hear of an opportunity to win toilet paper for an entire month, I think to myself ... why the heck not? 24 rolls. Not the most exciting sounding prize, right? BUT, I really am curious about the great debate. So, tell me, are you an over or under TP person?
I've heard this debate before. I've also been asked in a poll once whether I'm a folder or a 'buncher,' sounds weird, doesn't it? So, which are you? (You don't have to answer this one if you don't want. I truly don't care THAT much. No offense.)
But if you do leave me a comment on this post, you'll be entered in a drawing to win a Cottonelle gift basket (they're giving away 10, so it's worth a shot!) that they're pulling on January 29th. And if not, no sweat, I still get my prize ... I think!
So, here's the Cottonelle Roll Poll that I found out about on Mom Bloggers Club. MBC (my own abbreviation, not necessarily theirs) is a great community for mom bloggers. I've enjoyed it for the brief time I've been a part of it, and look forward to making more connections through the group.
So, there you have it. Over or under? Folder or buncher? Or do you use a bidet? [See here for the funniest possible post about bidets, EVER. It's over at The Mother Load, Erin's blog, and her brother is the guest blogger. You'll pee. I PROMISE. Pun intended.]
For those looking to help with disaster relief in Haiti, a quick way to do so is to text "HAITI" to "90999" and a donation of $10 will be given automatically to the Red Cross to help with relief efforts.
I passed through earlier and saw that I had 100 followers (Thanks, Sandy!) and I couldn't wait to come by and thank everyone. And then I handed my laptop (semi-literally) over to my daughter so she could play Nick Jr. online for ages, and tah-dah, 102! Holy cr@p!!!
Thank you to everyone who follows me. And supports me. And listens to me. And all that other stuff. I promise to come by with a really worthy post, because there are a lot more important things happening in the world then my getting 3 more followers today, but hey, a girl can have her moment, right? However fleeting it may be?
Last night I headed to bed early. And I really do mean early. Like went upstairs by 10PM. For me that's unheard of.
And on my way up the stairs, 1/2-eaten granola bar in hand, I stepped in it.
See, I leave the light off, as my daughter's bedroom is right at the top of the stairs. Her door is closed, and she has a nightlight that is bright enough to light up the friggin sky, so I don't know why I think she'd actually *see* the hall light go on or anything, but it's a force of habit, I guess.
And so, I stepped in it.
And my nice, loud reaction was "ARUGH!!!!" (She didn't wake up, thank G-d.)
Cat puke. And not just your normal hairball, or your normal spot of puke, but enough that I went toe deep in it. And nearly vomited.
Hubby basically said, 'Talk to me. What do you need?' What do you THINK I NEED????? He brought me a roll of paper towels. I cleaned up as best I could, after grabbing a baby wipe to clean off my foot (who says all that crap I have hanging off of the banister is a bad thing?) and went up to bed.
It's nasty. It's gross. And the only thing worse, well, I'm just glad it wasn't worse!
And good morning to you. I hope you've had your breakfast already. If not, I am truly sorry.
You don't obsess over your followers? I know some of you have WAY more than I could ever imagine I'd have, so you can answer this question.
But I lost one overnight. :[ Wonder what happened? I was *thisclose* to having 100, and one of you fell away. Was it someone I recently de-followed? Un-followed? I guess I feel like I'm invisible to some people and they never respond to my comments or post on my site, so I dropped them from my following list. I think it's an interesting world, this bloggy-land, and so I like to have people I communicate with, ya know?
But I also know I can't reach everyone. With my words, or my time. I try to check out all the blogs. I think I need to turn on comment moderation so this way I get the e-mailed comments to me. Is that how it works on Blogger? If you turn that on you get them e-mailed and can directly respond? Yes? No? I donno.
Anyway, sorry to have lost one. Looking forward to -- and can't believe that I am possibly this close -- hitting 100. I think I will keel over if I see that number hit three digits. And I am thankful to those of you who come by daily, say hi, and shoot the sh!t a little bit. I hope I am repaying you in kind. And if not, kick my butt some before you leave me. Tell me to get my a$$ on over to your neck of the woods. I promise I will. I've just been slack on catching up on my google reader/following list. But I'll make it over eventually. I'll even bring you whatever you'd like to drink, and maybe, just maybe, bake some cookies or somethin'.
As you can imagine, I have a ton of books on my list for 2010. Here's just a small sampling of what I look forward to reading:
* The Help, by Katherine Stockett * Love Walked In, by Marisa de los Santos * Belong to Me, by Marisa de los Santos * The White Queen, by Philippa Gregory * Best Friends Forever, by Jennifer Weiner * Day After Night, by Anita Diamant * Knit Two, by Kate Jacobs * Home Safe, by Elizabeth Berg * True Colors, by Kristin Hannah * Handle With Care, by Jodi Picoult * The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, by Marie Ann Shaffer, Annie Barrows * Everyone is Beautiful, by Katherine Center * Get Lucky, by Katherine Center * The Girl Who Chased the Moon, by Sarah Addison Allen * The Castaways, by Elin Hildebrand
I also got an e-mail today from Oprah (don't make fun, we're great friends) with her top ten suggested reads for January 2010. Oh, you got it, too? Whatever. I knew her first.
And here's what was on it: * STAR: How Warren Beatty Seduced America, by Peter Biskind [eh, pretty sure I'm not interested] * Unfinished Desires, by Gail Goodwin [eh, same here] * The Happiness Project, by Gretchen Rubin [sure, I'll bite ...] * Day Out of Days, by Sam Shepard [like the actor, but a book? eh.] * Talking about Detective Fiction, by P. D. James [nah] * Nanny Returns [This is the sequel to the Nanny Diaries, which I've never read, but think I have a copy of. I can live w.o them both, I'm sure. But we'll see!] * U is for Undertow, by Sue Grafton [no thanks] * Stones in Schools, by Greg Mortenson [another nope for me] * Footnotes in Gaza, by Joe Sacco [uh-uh] * Cleaving, by Julie Powell [uhm, it's a no]
So, all of that being said, I should clarify that my friend O defined these as the 10 Books to Watch Out for in January 2010. So they're not necessarily her faves, and so I don't feel bad because I only have interest in ONE of them. Oops.
Either way, whatever you choose to read, avoid or whatever else you do w. your books. Happy reading!
Any moms out there maintain their pregnancy aversions postpartum? And I mean almost THREE YEARS postpartum? Well, if you haven't, I'm here to tell you (and anyone else reading) that it happens. I'm a perfect example. Hee hee. Nice to be perfect once in a while, isn't it?
So, my story is that when I was pregnant oh-so-many-moons-ago, I became totally grossed out by bananas. Ick-O. I have yet to get back into the banana groove, and it's pretty difficult, because any person who has ever been with a young child for a few hours will likely know that kids seemingly LOVE bananas. I mean, seriously. At least my kid definitely does.
She could eat a handful of them daily, but I have ensured that she never goes over two. Blech.
Normally it's not been a problem. When she was little I kind of held my nose as I peeled and cut them up for her. As an "I Can Do It Myself" toddler, I don't have to worry about that at all. Until lately. Seems that she learned from her older cousins that the *black* parts are not good. I tried to convince her, and it seems to have worked some, that they're just a little mushy (ie: bruised) from too much squeezing. Because really, I'm in no mood first thing in the mornings to be breaking bananas to get the squishy part off. Have I said Blech yet?
Another thing I no longer partake in, and yet my daughter loves, is eggs. Yes, I bake with them, cook with them if I need to, maybe even once in a rare while feel like having a fake egg sandwich [read = Dunkin' Donuts,] but for the most part, total no-go.
It figures my kid loves the very things she caused me to hate, doesn't it? She did help me start loving sour cream, though, which is yummy for taste but not for my waist. Ha! As if I have had one of those for ages!
Anyway, that's my mini-mom-rant for the morning, hope you enjoyed.
I stay home with my daughter (she is 4 going on 14!) My husband and I relocated to NC from NYC in May of 2006 and I am still a non-driving, pizza-and-bagel missing, native Brooklyn-born New Yorker at heart ... with a taste for sweet tea and hush puppies!
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