So, Black Friday shopping…

I went this year and it was good.  I looked for a nursing bra, and couldn’t find a good one.  But I did see some of these: 

I seriously considered trying one on and/or purchasing one.  There’s just one problem…

I don’t want to be fake.

I don’t know what it is, but I have always had a problem presenting myself in any way other than the way I actually am.  For example, I have hazely-green eyes and when younger I sort of wished I had blue eyes.  I wore glasses, so I could have potentially gotten colored contacts when it came to that time, but I didn’t want to do it.  I didn’t want my face to be a lie.

Whenever I color my hair (I rarely do) a color other than the blonde I grew up with I feel like a faker (and I usually cry, oh what have I done to me?)

Is this weird?  I guess I just want to portray the truth.  I never wanted a boyfriend to "find out later" that I didn’t really have blue eyes.  It’s like when you buy a bra in a size bigger than you normally buy doesn’t change the actual size of your bosoms.  (Not that this is a problem at this stage in my life). 

But I just can’t do it.  People tell me all the time, "you look good" or "you don’t look like you just had a baby."  Of course I look like I just had a baby, because I did just have a baby. My usual response to these comments is, "well, but you haven’t seen me in the buff."  Wouldn’t it be so much easier to say, "well I am wearing a corset."

Because as much as I don’t want to be fake, it doesn’t change the fact that I would like to look a certain way in my jeans.  So maybe, I will be going back to try on one of those bodyslimmers. 

Overheard:

Engineer: Eeeewww!  Sugar, you just ate Rosie’s kitty treat!  That’s yucky, spit it out!

(Pause)

Engineer: (Screaming) Aaaaaaaahhhh!  You just ate another one!  That’s yuck.  You’re naughty. 

 
What do you do as a a parent when you overhear such things?  Laughter, friends, much laughter.

Now, picture in your mind a little child with her hands clasped in a reverent manner, close to her face as if in prayer.   Now picture this pose, except move sweet, praying child’s index fingers into her nose.  Yep, that’s how Sugar said morning prayers today.

Okay, well here’s a picture.  (We posed her of course, though this morning it was entirely spontaneous) 

Well, we had Thanksgiving at our house, folks.  It was wonderful.  I really enjoyed it, but would you believe there is not a Thanksgiving Decoration to be bought in November?  And should you try to purchase something Thanksgiving Day, FORGET IT!  Christmas has already come…

 as it has at our house.  This picture was taken Thanksgiving DAY, people.  I couldn’t even wait until the holiday was over.  I just had to put up the tree and at least do the lights.

The ornaments were on the tree the following day.  And I just want to say something about ornaments.  I love putting ornaments on the tree, though not  because trying to find the perfect decorating balance on such a conical object is enjoyable for me.  I love reminiscing about the ornaments.  Each ornament on my tree means something.  It tells a story.  It came from someone or someplace, and surprisingly I can pretty much tell you where and from whom.  For example, we have the dollar store ornaments that I bought when Charming and I had our first Christmas together and we were poor and had no money.  (The tree in the picture is our $20 Walmart fakey from the same Christmas). Or the glass sphere ornament from Holland that was given to us by a family in our first neighborhood that sort of adopted us.  Or there’s the personalized little house ornament my step-mom gave us one year.  I just love it.  I love the stories of the ornaments! 

And on an unrelated note, I have the most stick straight, pointing right at you, eyelashes of anyone I know.  I went to a Mary Kay makeover thing today and didn’t have my eyelash curler with me, and I will tell you I seriously almost cried when I put on the mascara.  I was EMOTIONAL.  So straight.  So horizontal.  So going to stab you with my butterfly kisses.  I had to fudge around with the applicator to get them curly and it was WORK and I ended up with much mascara and a little bit of curl.  I really did almost cry though.  I held it back because I didn’t want to smudge anything. 

I’m weird.  Any great ornament tales? 

Sugar ended up in the ER last night needing a good dose of stitches after she attempted to grab something from her brother and ended up landing on the edge of a coffee table.  Here is what she’s looking like these days:

She didn’t get a nap yesterday, and then at the ER they gave her a sedative, but it just made her loopier than ever.  (Kept singing Happy Birthday over and over.)  So a long day of no naps, and she didn’t really sleep in.  She’s a little cranky today, and quite the handful as we attempt to keep her from falling into something else and ripping open the stitches.  When Charming brought her to church (I had to go early) she was dressed like this:

Yes, she was wearing the cookie monster slippers (aka Elmo shoes).  I didn’t say anything, but I am assuming the wardrobe malfunction was simply an appeasement to the child who won’t be appeased.  Have you ever noticed that when injury-type stuff happens to your kids, you just feel so bad and you give in and let them have anything they want? 

Hopefully the eye feels better soon and she stops looking like Quasimodo.

…carefully transporting chocolate milk soaked artwork from the living room to the kitchen while one of your exposed bosoms freestyles it, because you were nursing the baby at time of milk spilling accident.

Engineer announced that he had to use the toilet, and when I turned around this is all that he had left:

Just a pair of lonely, standing up, pants. 

Sometimes we feel bad for Rosie…

…but come on.  I wish my biggest challenge was trying to avoid  little people who just want to love me (and pinch me and pull my tail) and that the rest of the time I could just lie around and sleep on blankets in the warm sun.

Charming said that this might not be very fulfilling to which I replied, "I don’t see Rosie complaining."

Today has been one of those days that I like to call "Damage Control" days.  On damage control days you pretty much have to throw your own agenda out the window, because you are going to be spending a lot of time trying to control the chaos…

It all started when Sugar dumped out an entire box of puzzle pieces on the floor.  Or was it the raisins first?  After the puzzle pieces it was the box of play-doh things.  Then Engineer got out Scrabble.  Then it was markers, Engineer decided to draw all over Sugar’s face (much to her delight and approval) with green marker. (I am so glad I went with the washable kind).  Sugar then decided to clean herself by sitting in the sink and letting the water run all over her feet, (not the green part of her.)  And let’s just say I spent a lot of time today cleaning up play-doh.  Off the table, off the floor, off the carpet, off my socks…

The outfit Sugar chose to change into, after she drenched her second set of clothes for the day, was pajamas, and so Engineer decided he needed pajamas too.  At 4:00 we got in the car (kids in pajamas) and drove about twenty minutes to meet with my upline, and Sugar slept. 

And on another note, what would you do if your two year old dropped a drinking cup and straw into the toilet?  Keep in mind that this is a special Disney cup and there was no pee (or poo) in the toilet at the time of said amusing experiment.  Throw the cup away?  Keep it, but sanitize it well?  What would you do?  You tell me, and then I’ll tell you what I did.

Yeah, so Halloween was over a week ago, and I have yet to get around to posting pics of the kiddies.  So here we go.   A few comparisons must be made.

Do you think they look like the things they were meant to portray?

And check out the stash of candy the grownups got after we de-peanuted all of Engineer and Sugar’s stash:

As annoying as peanut allergy can be, sometimes it is very beneficial for me personally. Hey, always look on the bright side of life, right?

Sugar has been a terror today.

ATERROR.

One minute I was with her, and the next minute she had thread from a bobbin cutting off circulation in her wrist.  She got herself scratched on the face by the cat because she squeezed Rosie do tight that she couldn’t breathe.  And when she wasn’t being totally irrational… oh wait, she was totally irrational all day long.

"I want a cookie."  

"No, you can’t have a cookie."

"WAAAAAHHHH. COOKIE!!! I WANT A COOKIE!!!!!!"

I have really been having a hard time with her lately.  Maybe it’s because she’s two?  She just doesn’t mind, whenever I ask her to do anything she does the opposite, and when I go to punish her (time out) she just has a tantrum.  But today was BAD.  First she wanted Charming to hold her, but he was holding Spider, so Sugar just had a cow.  When I was holding Spider she wanted me to hold her, so I passed the baby off to Charming and guess who she wanted to hold her?  Yep.  Daddy.

Then she wanted to get her own socks.  I picked some out and she fell to pieces.  So I put them back and told her she could get them.  Did she do so?  No.  She just continued to scream and kick on the floor. 

We did have one good moment together just before bed.  We took a bath together.  I don’t usually take baths with the kids because they crawl all over me and laugh at my squishy anatomy.   When I rolled on my back, Sugar noticed my non-head hair and said, "oh, what do you got, Mom?"  That was pretty funny.  Of course it was also funny when I was relaxing on my stomach and she licked my toosh to get my attention.

Too much information, I know.  I know.

I need sleep.