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Egypt Smells, According to My Kid

Nathan and i were working on a puzzle today. It's one that has several famous landmarks on it. We were putting the pieces on and as we did each one i recited the name to him. When we got to The Sphynx, here's how the convo went:

Me: "Sphynx" (as i point to the puzzle piece)

N8: "Stinks!" (as he waves his hand in front of his nose)

Me: (hysterically laughing) "NOOOO!! NOT 'STINKS'....'SPHYNX'!!!"

N8: "STINKY!!"

Later on he finally did say "Sphynx" but he still continued to wave his hand in front of his nose. I think he thinks i am actually saying the name wrong.

It should be noted too that his favorite landmark on the puzzle is the Leaning Tower of "PIZZA"!

SCORE!

Yesterday while cleaning out some kitchen cabinets i came across an old wedding gift....it was a brand NEW set of kitchen knives with a wood block to store them!! It all of a sudden came to me that i recall telling myself i was going to store them in this cabinet (when we first moved into this house 3 years ago) and get to use them since i hadn't been able to use them in our townhome previously. Well, like usual, i forgot that i had put them there and i now have a brand new set of kitchen knives!! They're a Dillard's brand and retailed (according to the price tag on the bottom of the box) for $75!!!

Too bad i can't remember who we received them from. (i am sure i have it written down somewhere!) But if you're out there....thank you!! :)

Sick kid.

My poor little Nathan. He's had a fever almost all day starting earlier this afternoon. The kid slept for about 4 hours straight. I am not sure what's up with the fever as he has no other symptoms. Oh, except for that he threw up after he gagged on his Motrin tonight. Noodles went everywhere. It took every piece of mommy flesh within me to not burst out in tears to see my little baby vomiting. I just cupped my hand underneath his little mouth and calmly kept saying, "it's okay honey. are you alright? it's okay." Then he says, "ooh, i spit my noodles!"

I was shocked that he didn't actually cry seeing as how i ALWAYS cry when i vomit! (not that i've been sick lately) It's one of the worse feelings IN. THE. WORLD if you ask me! I guess i knew the day would come where i'd be cleaning up vomit off of my kitchen floors but i wasn't ready for it today -- emotionally.

For now, the fever's subsided....he finally was able to keep the Motrin down with the bribe that he could have a green popsicle afterwards. Worked like a charm.

Dare i say it?

I suppose it's time to officially announce that Nathan is about as close as any boy could be to being full-on potty trained. (now let's hope there's no jinx in me writing or assuming this!) But for the past week or so he has been out of diapers and has successfully made it to the potty to do #1 AND #2!!!

I marvel at the fact that he's picked it up so quickly since we really only diligently started about a month or so ago. I now have an almost full package of size 6 diapers that Will will i am sure use up in no time.

Anyhow, some of his favorite underoos (i.e., underwear, according to him) are the Madagascar, Nascar, and Thomas the Tank Engine tidy whities. My little dude has really impressed me! And, yes, he still gets a jellybean after each visit (well, almost) to the potty. He often reminds me, "mommy, you're so proud of me for going potty??!!" I affirm with a resounding, "YESS!!" of course.

I can only go out at night now.

My sunglasses broke. There, i've said it. It's one of those little life tragedies that you don't think about till it happens. Kind of like your hair dryer dying and you have just stepped out of the shower and don't have a backup dryer and your hair is thicker than J.Lo's butt and takes FOREVER to dry on any given day.

So, I ordered me these beauties from one of my fave online places, QVC.

Anyway, normally i am one that would prefer to try on sunglasses before i buy them but these were cute and right up my price range so i figured i'd order them and could always return them if i absolutely hate them.

How I Met My Hubby.

Nina suggested this topic might be an interesting one to post on so i said, what the heck....i'm game.

David and i met in 1993 in high school. We were both in a computer class together with Mrs. Palmer, who incidentally was also my mom's computer teacher when SHE was in high school! That was so freaky to find that out from my mom on back-to-school night. Anyway, david and i were in this class together. He was the shy, quiet guy that sat towards the front of the class..i was more towards the back and always overly-social...hmmm...imagine that! Our cirriculum in that class was WordPerfect (probably version 5.0 or something ancient like that)--- i just remember it was DOS based with the blue screen background and we had to use the function keys to do stuff....no mouse.

Anyway, i'd known OF david but just had never talked to him. I don't think he even knew i existed. I knew that he'd played football and thought he looked extremely strong and fit (he's still got the killer legs!) When i think back to how i remember him, i picture him always wearing a cap, jeans and like polo style shirts. Super Cas(ual) - my kinda clothes.

Being the upfront person that i am i remember telling one of his fellow football friends, Daniel, that i thought he was cute and that i "liked" him. (i know ...that's SO high schoolish!) Daniel's reaction was surprise i think because i believe he went and ratted me out to David. I eventually ended up writing david a note on pink lined paper (i know...once again, so high schoolish!) I am sure i still have the note in my "notes" box along with everything else i saved from high school. I am sure the note was full of random, meaningless conversation. I remember david writing me back and when he passed it to me in the halls of school, he simply handed it to me without saying a word!! We were at this point doing all of our communicating on paper rather than talking.

Needless to say, we eventually ended up talking and hanging out. The next school year we also found ourselves taking several classes together....i remember ALWAYS getting in trouble for talking in Mrs. Stockstill's Geometry class and in Coach Pittsford's Art class. (Coach actually gave david more of a hard time than me since he was the athlete).

We were inseperable from then on.

I should’ve never told him the real name for it.

I should've never taught N8 the "proper" name for his pee-pee. This morning at playgroup and then again just now after going potty, he says to me, "see that big penis? see?? see?.....I like the big penis."

5 Years Ago Today…..

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Japanese are full of excuses, too.

I guess the Japanese are too tired to have sex but yet they don't mind crankin' out those great autos?? I guess they're not the only ones that use that excuse. Check this out.

Sometimes I Just Wish….

I could do something more meaningful (monetarily) for my family. Now, i must preface this post with saying that i've disabled the "comments" feature because i don't want this to turn into a pity post. That's not why i am writing this. It's just that i've gotten to thinking lately about how my life has so quickly changed (NOT THAT I AM AT ALL COMPLAINING!) since having kids and being a housewife/stay-at-home Mom. Now, don't get me wrong, i am grateful that at the end of the day although i'm tired, that it's my wonderful kids who've tired me out and not some meaningless 9 to 5. But i've been thinking lately, i guess because i see how hard my wonderful husband works EVERY SINGLE DAY, how different life was when i was working too and felt like i had something to contribute. Now, i know what you all are thinking to yourselves, "but you DO contribute...you're raising the kids, etc." and while i DO understand that it's the most awesome and important job EVER known to mankind, at the same time (like many other SAHMs i'm sure), i can't help but feel like it's not an equal contribution. Maybe it's because being a mother is so natural for me that it doesn't "feel" like work. Nonetheless, i sometimes wish i could find something (a work-at-home job) that would

a) send me a paycheck in the mail every week, and
b) not require me to spend a waking moment away from my kids, and
c) would permit me to turn to my husband one day and say "hey, honey, put your feet up, relax, i'm going to retire us both with these fabulous paychecks!"

I know. It's a longshot. But i just needed to put this post out there. I hope you'll understand i am NOT flaming my SAHM role whatsoever. It's more about me feeling like although my "job" has it's cringing moments, that in comparison to jobs that bring home the bacon, it comes completely easy to me. It's just feels like i should be "doing more" at times.

God Bless all you breadwinners who give your wives or husbands the amazing gift of being able to stay home (most of the time) and raise your kids, including you, my dear, sweet David!