Conversation time

"Mr. Hippo, we need to talk. You see, I haven't been around babies that much and I'm not exactly sure what to think about you holding onto,...umm..you know. My boobs".

"oh. Is that what those are"?

"well, how about I grab this instead"?

"is that better? why are you moving so much Aunt Sibil"?

"well you are ripping my gums apart and it HURTS"!

"ow! you got my eye! It burns"!

"I'm sorry Auntie. Don't look like that"!

"She's ok Mom, you cut my nails so it couldn't have hurt as much as she said it did".

I don't have a quirky title...I'm sorry

Mr. Cat took off his son's training wheels on his bike this weekend. It was interesting. I have to say that movies make showing your child how to ride their bike so much easier than it actually is. It was not a magical moment where we held on for 10 feet, let go, and he was off to ride into the sunset with his new-found glory. It was more like holding on, the whole time, straining the bicep and panting while the child looked off to his left completely not paying attention. I told him he needed to feel his balance and not let the bike tip. So he say's "Mom, I feel it...I feel it". And when he got tired of trying to ride he said he was going to let his bike relax. Good idea dude. 

Our baby is trying to clap her hands. She raises them above her head and smiles, and I feel bad leaving her hanging so I humor her every time she does it and clap my own hands and then hers. She also has mimicked me rocking side to side on my chair while feeding her. I was singing a "yummy yummy yummy" song to her while doing it. You can purchase this song on itunes for $5.99. So now...when she is just hanging out she takes to rocking side to side while performing her own rendition of the "yummy" song. It has got to be the cutest thing I've seen in a long time. 

I had a conversation with Mr. Cat about how to turn women on. I really had no advice to give him except it's more psychological with women. He voiced his opinion by telling me that that took far too long. "I could be rubbing your back all night". lol...so I told him to google it. He did. And in a rather amusing attempt to get something going I could hear some sad romantic jazz music coming out of his iphone. LOL I cracked up instantly. When that song was over, and more sad renditions of jazz love music that sounded like elevator music came one, I told him he had to switch it. So the next choice was some late 80's early 90's love songs. Makes for an interesting night when you've got the soundtrack from Dirty Dancing trying to get you in the mood. 

till the next,

Meg

Penny for your____

Yesterday was interesting. To say the very least. We had a good day. I tried to find a double jogger/jogging trailer at Kid to kid. I had no such luck...no surprise since it is Spring and everyone wants to get out! After that short trip we went food shopping. I switched it up and went to a different Wal-mart Riveting I know. BUT...on my way our of town I saw our Winco on 12th looking good and almost ready to open!

look at it! :D

Anyway. Afternoon went as usual. Mr. Cat went to workout with his foreman from work...leaving me to tend to the kids:) I can't complain too much since he worked out:) OK. Kids in bed. Chris and I watching Beck. I hear my son, what I think is fooling around, in the other room. So I get up ready to yell and send him back to bed. He's in the bathroom...ok...no yelling. I ask him what he's doing. "I'm going to go poop", and he's got a hurt puppy dog look on his face. "are you ok buddy"? No answer. "B are you ok"? Still no answer. So I get a little huffy and tell him to go poop if he's going to go. So he sits his butt on the toilet and I go in and turn the light on for him. He's sitting there....

And then he says:

"a mviohg went down my froat". 

Me:"what"?

B:"a penj went down my froat".

At this point I chuckle because I think I heard him say a 'penny' went down his throat. 

Me: "say that one more time buddy".

B: "a penny went down my throat".

Yes...I heard him right. I had to stifle back my giggling because he clearly is very concerned about what he just did. So I say "so you swallowed a penny and now you're trying to poop it out"? B: "uh huh". 

Well, he certainly had the right idea. But I had to let him down slowly that it wasn't going to come right now and that he might have to go to the Dr's. lol. And then he got the lecture of the whole thing. I wasn't at all harsh and he started bawling. Poor kid. 

But all seems to be well in the world today. He even told me he couldn't go to the dentist because he swallowed a penny. Nice try!

Iphone

My wonderful husband decided a few weeks ago that he really "needed" an iphone. He has had this need since they came out but didn't take the plunge until his friends at work all got one and were playing on them constantly. Peer pressure:) I have to say that I was reluctant to get one because they really do alot of things that I didn't think I would need. Which...I certainly don't spend all day looking for new and awesome apps. There is one feature that has been quite handy I have found. It's the "note" app that comes standard. Beckham is forever doing funny things that I tell myself I need to write down so I don't forget...and by the end of the brain wave...I have forgotten. Go figure! SO I write down the gist of these funny situations, just enough to jog my memory of what happened. And I'm glad I have. I find myself thinking about my kids and how many awesome experiences I have on a day to day basis. So much that I wish I could set up a video recorder to record all day everyday so I don't forget anything. I really am a big sap. Or as a speaker at my Relief Society thing said "I'm such a boob"!

So to this "boob's" point...I want to write these things down on my blog to share and to also have a 90% full  account of the experience.

My son has a very good imagination. So much that he does this role playing with me or someone and for the next week...or month he wants to play this "game" again. We have the 'phone game' which is where he pretends to talk to his grandmother via sneakers and go places...Jo-anns has been the place of interest as of late...not sure why though;) But this new one he came up with is a "news channel guy". He pretends to tell us the news and any other random thoughts that pop up into his head. Well being the person and mother that I am...he was talking to the viewers about watching the video of the house burning down. Lol, so I was asking my news channel guy how the house,....noooo it was "destroyed". Ok..I was asking him how it got destroyed. He told me a gun did it. I said nooo a gun can't destroy a house. Lol...and he did his getting flustered thing and started demanding we watch the show. Somehow I told the news channel guy that he was a weirdo:) He turns to me...with his viewer(Grammy) watching and says "she's the weirdo"! It was pretty funny. Funny enough that I wanted to remember it:) But since I've written a book tonight, you'll have to wait for the next installment of "my life as a stay at home mom". :) But here are some pics for your viewing enjoyment! Till then, 

Meg

The story of a stone cold executioner



Yesterday, poor Woody committed a crime. According to sources he pushed Buzz out the window. In these parts, that's a crime. So local law enforcement, being the model citizen that he is, took it into his hands to punish Woody,....by hanging!



He was fairly pleased with his noose and choice of execution. But when it all came down to the nitty gritty....he couldn't bear to watch another second...


Until the fall....and then he was able to pull himself together and watch. Onlookers were shocked and appalled at the ferocity of the punishment. Luckily our beloved retired sheriff Woody survived.



The citizens pleaded and begged for the executioner not to try and hang Woody again. So it was decided, instead of another failed attempt at hanging, that he would just a stern talking to....



Watch yourself Woody...I'm not sure the citizens can save you again.....

Monday



dishes piled in the sink, waiting to be loaded in the dishwasher


my floor that desperately needs to be swept and mopped. but I don't feel like doing it today.



my poor plant that was a victim of the cold before we moved.....


my blue water bottle. I am never more than a few feet from it


my scriptures and sunday school manual. I really need to open them more often. my soul needs it.



clutter on my stairs. the house isn't "normal" without the stuff that will only take 2 seconds to put away, but somehow never makes it



train city



the city's giant conductor




hard at play. figuring out how to maneuver the rug in different contortions that meet his needs



looking out the window that is always covered. it lets in a lot of light during the day. gives a whole new feeling to the downstairs when it's open.



thanks for looking at my Monday with me

-Meg