Int. My Home, early evening
Milo (walking in from the bathroom): Mom, can I play on Cartoon Network dot com, just for a minute?
Me: No, I'm using the computer right now. Ew, your breath smells like poo.
Milo: I FARTED. Can I play on the pleter now?
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Shoes. And humor, I hope.
Um, and Doc Martens has SNEAKERS NOW WHERE HAVE I BEEN?
Here's a LINK because Macys website wouldn't let me steal anymore pics
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Conversations With Milo
Int. My Home. Mid-afternoon on a cloudy day.
Me: "Let's pick out a movie to watch."
Milo picks out BATMAN meets SCOOBY-DOO. I have seen this movie about eight thousand times.
Me: " Let's agree on something. I don't want to watch that. No Scooby-Doo or Batman."
Milo: "Mom, you always pick fings I don like, and I not gonna like what you pick."
Me: "Well, lets find something we can agree on. Bedtime Stories?"
Milo(flatly): "No"
Me: "How about scary Simpsons?"
Milo: "No, because that freak me out sometimes."
Me: "Okay, how about Bob's Burgers?"
Milo: "WELL. Someping gonna change my mind it gonna be ice cream.(although in Milo-ese it is pronounced eye freem)My mind finking I wanna watch Scooby-Dooby but if I have some eye freem it mean I gonna be finking what YOU want mama."
Me: "You are an evil genius. I'll get you some ice cream in a second."
(scene)
Me: "Let's pick out a movie to watch."
Milo picks out BATMAN meets SCOOBY-DOO. I have seen this movie about eight thousand times.
Me: " Let's agree on something. I don't want to watch that. No Scooby-Doo or Batman."
Milo: "Mom, you always pick fings I don like, and I not gonna like what you pick."
Me: "Well, lets find something we can agree on. Bedtime Stories?"
Milo(flatly): "No"
Me: "How about scary Simpsons?"
Milo: "No, because that freak me out sometimes."
Me: "Okay, how about Bob's Burgers?"
Milo: "WELL. Someping gonna change my mind it gonna be ice cream.(although in Milo-ese it is pronounced eye freem)My mind finking I wanna watch Scooby-Dooby but if I have some eye freem it mean I gonna be finking what YOU want mama."
Me: "You are an evil genius. I'll get you some ice cream in a second."
(scene)
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Just a Little
I've not entirely abandoned this space...
Two small children and a husband and a home to care for ...it takes up a lot of my time.
Silas has been teething nonstop for months now and does not sleep. He is crawling like a madman and will walk soon. He pulls up to standing.
Milo has begun learning his numbers and letters. We got him registered for all-day kindergarten at the school I can see from my front porch.
My husband is leaving for an extended work weekend in Boston on Sunday and will not return until Wednesday.
If my sister weren't coming to stay with me for a couple nights, I would be very fearful.
Being in a big house alone after the kids are asleep is a little spooky.
I just found the baby gleefully unrolling all the toilet paper in the powder room.
I am sure this is quite obvious, but I am exhausted. My mental and emotional state has manifested itself physically.
The End.
Two small children and a husband and a home to care for ...it takes up a lot of my time.
Silas has been teething nonstop for months now and does not sleep. He is crawling like a madman and will walk soon. He pulls up to standing.
Milo has begun learning his numbers and letters. We got him registered for all-day kindergarten at the school I can see from my front porch.
My husband is leaving for an extended work weekend in Boston on Sunday and will not return until Wednesday.
If my sister weren't coming to stay with me for a couple nights, I would be very fearful.
Being in a big house alone after the kids are asleep is a little spooky.
I just found the baby gleefully unrolling all the toilet paper in the powder room.
I am sure this is quite obvious, but I am exhausted. My mental and emotional state has manifested itself physically.
The End.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Conversations With Milo
(Overheard) "FETCH, boy!"
Me: Milo, your brother is not a dog.
Milo: I know. I tryna train him like a dog.
Me: Milo, your brother is not a dog.
Milo: I know. I tryna train him like a dog.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Motherhood-ITS NOT THAT BAD
Ordinarily when I see something online that irritates me, I just quietly un-follow, block or whatever.
But today I saw something that offended and insulted me; and I felt compelled to write about it. I won't link to the website or the tweet only because I don't want to give this idiot any more attention than she already gets.
I know some women choose not to have kids. Years ago, I thought I was one of them.
Childbirth is scary, and it jacks up your body. In unimaginable ways. It is painful, emotional and terrifying.
BUT
It is also empowering, liberating, and beautiful.
When some skinny bitch on Twitter reads a joke article about the 10 scary things no one tells you about childbirth and then says she wishes she hadn't clicked because THE HORROR...I get offended and insulted.
I know I piss and moan a lot about my place in life right now. It isn't what I anticipated or expected for my life. But I get to raise my children the way my husband I and see fit. I am BLESSED to have my kids.
I am BLESSED to have stretch marks and an acceptance of my body that I would NOT have gained had I not carried two children to term.
Hard milk-filled boobs and messed up girly bits are TEMPORARY. Post-partum depression can be treated. Wanting to kill your husband is...well...normal sometimes. The love and the future I create with and for my kids is FOREVER.
So, GFY, you childless moron. I won't be following you or reading your stupid blog anymore.
But today I saw something that offended and insulted me; and I felt compelled to write about it. I won't link to the website or the tweet only because I don't want to give this idiot any more attention than she already gets.
I know some women choose not to have kids. Years ago, I thought I was one of them.
Childbirth is scary, and it jacks up your body. In unimaginable ways. It is painful, emotional and terrifying.
BUT
It is also empowering, liberating, and beautiful.
When some skinny bitch on Twitter reads a joke article about the 10 scary things no one tells you about childbirth and then says she wishes she hadn't clicked because THE HORROR...I get offended and insulted.
I know I piss and moan a lot about my place in life right now. It isn't what I anticipated or expected for my life. But I get to raise my children the way my husband I and see fit. I am BLESSED to have my kids.
I am BLESSED to have stretch marks and an acceptance of my body that I would NOT have gained had I not carried two children to term.
Hard milk-filled boobs and messed up girly bits are TEMPORARY. Post-partum depression can be treated. Wanting to kill your husband is...well...normal sometimes. The love and the future I create with and for my kids is FOREVER.
So, GFY, you childless moron. I won't be following you or reading your stupid blog anymore.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Conversations WIth Milo
Int.
My house.
Midmorning.
Milo is in the powder room, dropping a deuce. I am on the computer.
He exits said bathroom.
Me: "Milo, where are you?"
Milo: "In da bafroom mommeee."
Me: "What are you DOING?"
Milo(grunting): "I POOPIN"
Milo comes downstairs, sans pants.
Milo: "I pooped EVERYWHERE."
Me (fearful): "What do you mean?!"
Milo: "I pooped in ALL da bafrooms."
Me: "Even mine?WHY???"
Milo: "Ahcause....I just...fink it was...I hadda get ALLLLL da poop out. And I flush ALL the potties."
Me: "Well, honey, you know...when you go poop on the potty you stay on the same one until all the poop comes out."
Milo: "oh. okay."
SCENE
My house.
Midmorning.
Milo is in the powder room, dropping a deuce. I am on the computer.
He exits said bathroom.
Me: "Milo, where are you?"
Milo: "In da bafroom mommeee."
Me: "What are you DOING?"
Milo(grunting): "I POOPIN"
Milo comes downstairs, sans pants.
Milo: "I pooped EVERYWHERE."
Me (fearful): "What do you mean?!"
Milo: "I pooped in ALL da bafrooms."
Me: "Even mine?WHY???"
Milo: "Ahcause....I just...fink it was...I hadda get ALLLLL da poop out. And I flush ALL the potties."
Me: "Well, honey, you know...when you go poop on the potty you stay on the same one until all the poop comes out."
Milo: "oh. okay."
SCENE
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Conversations With Milo
Int. My kitchen. Day.
Me: "WHATDOYOUTHINKYOUREDOING?" (an attempt to startle my son, who is opening and closing the freezer door)
Milo: " I tryin to freeze them."
Me: "Who? Trying to freeze who?"
Milo: " My guys. My Star Wars guys. "
(these guys are made of plastic)
Me: " That...doesn't make a whole lot of sense."
Me: "WHATDOYOUTHINKYOUREDOING?" (an attempt to startle my son, who is opening and closing the freezer door)
Milo: " I tryin to freeze them."
Me: "Who? Trying to freeze who?"
Milo: " My guys. My Star Wars guys. "
(these guys are made of plastic)
Me: " That...doesn't make a whole lot of sense."
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Morning Conversation With Milo
Me: Hey , you know...you snore.
Milo: Yeah, that's how I talk when I'm dreaming.
Milo: Yeah, that's how I talk when I'm dreaming.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Conversations With Milo at 6 am
Milo: I saw something spooky in my room ,so I wanted to come be with you.
Me: What did you see that was spooky?
Milo: A green light, and I heard a voice
Me (trying to unconvince myself that my house is haunted): What did the voice say? Did you see anyone:
Milo (trembling and snuggling still further into my arms): well, I don't remember, but it was spooky. It was a man. (getting less freaked out) In CARBONITE! It was Han Solo. Him was in carbonite in my room by the door.
Me: oh yeah? Well sometimes in the dark things are spooky but in the daytime they are not really spooky.
Milo: Mommy, can we keep him? Han Solo in carbonite?
Me: yes, Milo. If Han Solo is frozen in carbonite in your room; yes, we can keep him.
Milo goes upstairs. Returns disappointed.
Me: What did you see that was spooky?
Milo: A green light, and I heard a voice
Me (trying to unconvince myself that my house is haunted): What did the voice say? Did you see anyone:
Milo (trembling and snuggling still further into my arms): well, I don't remember, but it was spooky. It was a man. (getting less freaked out) In CARBONITE! It was Han Solo. Him was in carbonite in my room by the door.
Me: oh yeah? Well sometimes in the dark things are spooky but in the daytime they are not really spooky.
Milo: Mommy, can we keep him? Han Solo in carbonite?
Me: yes, Milo. If Han Solo is frozen in carbonite in your room; yes, we can keep him.
Milo goes upstairs. Returns disappointed.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fire and Ice
There was some crazy ass fire in Chicago this week. Like...yesterday I think.
Plus it was hella cold. Check it out:
These photos are incredible. Beautiful.
Plus it was hella cold. Check it out:
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Heyhey
Yes, the dinner leftovers are not put away. The dishes are still sitting in the sink.
BUT
The baby is asleep in his crib (for now...yeesh), and the DH and the big kid are playing LOTR for xBox.
So I am having a vodka drink (my first since Saturday) and messing around online.
I'm on Twitter now.
@mrsalthea
That's about the depth and breadth of my commitment to my online presence at the moment.
Tweets.
Help me.
BUT
The baby is asleep in his crib (for now...yeesh), and the DH and the big kid are playing LOTR for xBox.
So I am having a vodka drink (my first since Saturday) and messing around online.
I'm on Twitter now.
@mrsalthea
That's about the depth and breadth of my commitment to my online presence at the moment.
Tweets.
Help me.
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