Monday, September 22, 2008
Hi Ho! Hi Ho! Hi ho, hi ho, its off to work we go!
After our "vacation", Husband and I got to work on all of the house stuff that didn't get done last weekend, this weekend. Joy. We woke up on Saturday morning and worked all day long. Weeding, mowing, mopping, scrubbing, vacuuming, dusting...you get the idea. Mind you, it was beautiful outside, so I was oh so thrilled that I got to do the indoor chores. I was pretty happy, however, that Husband spared me the outdoor work this time when he fell into bed on Saturday night, exhausted and whining about his back. All of this work was of course interrupted by Lil's numerous "Elmo potty!" false alarms that resulted in another big old poop in her diaper.
On Sunday, we were awoken at the butt crack of dawn by little miss "Mama? Dada? Elmo? Abby? Bi-bir?". To my dismay, Husband drug himself out of bed and started to get ready for his mountain bike race. After a nice, but hardly relaxing, morning at the races, we went home and an exhausted Lily and Mommy took a nap while Daddy "organized" the garage. Unfortunately, my napping meant Husband's "organization" had no assistance from me, and I woke to an even messier garage.
We then dropped Lil at Papa's house for a bit and drove to IKEA, grandiose ideas of lovely home organization swimming in our heads. Two hours later, we left with $125.00 worth of stuff, and nothing that we had planned on getting. Such is life. Maybe next weekend will be better.
On Sunday, we were awoken at the butt crack of dawn by little miss "Mama? Dada? Elmo? Abby? Bi-bir?". To my dismay, Husband drug himself out of bed and started to get ready for his mountain bike race. After a nice, but hardly relaxing, morning at the races, we went home and an exhausted Lily and Mommy took a nap while Daddy "organized" the garage. Unfortunately, my napping meant Husband's "organization" had no assistance from me, and I woke to an even messier garage.
We then dropped Lil at Papa's house for a bit and drove to IKEA, grandiose ideas of lovely home organization swimming in our heads. Two hours later, we left with $125.00 worth of stuff, and nothing that we had planned on getting. Such is life. Maybe next weekend will be better.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Its Rain-ing its Pour-ing, Mommy is Cra-bby
So we just got back from my first "vacation" since May. We went to Chicago for the weekend, well, Evanston, actually. I was excited. I made big plans to take Lily to the beach, the park, the zoo, yada yada yada. I knew that rain was in the forecast for The Hills all weekend, but I was hoping that the Windy City would be somehow spared and we'd be able to spend a glorious weekend outside. No such luck. The rain started on our way over Friday night and did. not. stop. until we came back home Sunday night. It wasn't just rain, mind you, it was record rainfall. 7 inches on Saturday alone. Instead of going to the beach, husband and I took Lily to Home Depot to get sandbags for my poor in-laws who were dealing with a partially flooded basement.
After the flood was contained, being the perfect mother that I am, I googled indoor playplaces for us to take Lil on Saturday afternoon. After 5 hours in the car Friday night and a morning spent inside, the wild child needed to run and play. I chose Exploratorium in Skokie (husband didn't waaaant to drive to chicago, waaaah, waaaaah), which was voted best indoor place to play in 2002, apparently. The parking lot was flooded so we had to park across the river-like street, but I was relieved to see that Explorawhatever was open. We snapped Lily into her raincoat, busted out the umbrellas, ran across the river and burst through the door. "Are you here for the blah blah's birthday party?" an all-too-bubbly zit-faced boy asked. "Nope, we're here to play!" I exclaimed, smiling at Lily. "Oh, we closed at one to the public on Saturdays," zitty stated. "Would you like a magnet with our hours?" he asked. Hell no I don't want a magnet with your hours! I want to know what kind of "best indoor place to play, 2002" is closed to the f-ing public at 2:00pm on a Saturday?!? Lily's little face fell as we walked back into the monsoon. She teared up as we buckled her into her carseat and sped through the river.
We decided to go to the mall, so Lil could play at Pottery Barn Kids (and Mommy could do a little shopping). Unfortunately, the mall in Skokie is an outdoor mall. Who thought that an outdoor mall in the Windy City with a winter that lasts two thirds of the year was a good idea is beyond me, but whatever. So we marched our raincoated, umbrella-ed bottoms through the flooded mall "streets" to PBK. Lily made a beeline for the play kitchens and doll stroller while Mommy browsed and Daddy picked up toys in Lily's wake. I was in the midst of sticker shock ($115 for a Halloween costume?!?) when I heard Husband call out my name. "What?" I answered, annoyed. "Come here," he said. Sigh. I walked over, sure that he was bored after 5 minutes and selfishly wanted to leave. "Elmo potty," he said, knees slightly bent, face red and strained. I stared at him, confused, until Lily ran by pushing a shopping cart at break-neck speed. As I caught a whiff of poo poo, I knew that we indeed had to leave.
Today it was back in the car for the drive home. The further east we drove, the harder the rain fell. Nice "vacation". Mommy is crabby.
After the flood was contained, being the perfect mother that I am, I googled indoor playplaces for us to take Lil on Saturday afternoon. After 5 hours in the car Friday night and a morning spent inside, the wild child needed to run and play. I chose Exploratorium in Skokie (husband didn't waaaant to drive to chicago, waaaah, waaaaah), which was voted best indoor place to play in 2002, apparently. The parking lot was flooded so we had to park across the river-like street, but I was relieved to see that Explorawhatever was open. We snapped Lily into her raincoat, busted out the umbrellas, ran across the river and burst through the door. "Are you here for the blah blah's birthday party?" an all-too-bubbly zit-faced boy asked. "Nope, we're here to play!" I exclaimed, smiling at Lily. "Oh, we closed at one to the public on Saturdays," zitty stated. "Would you like a magnet with our hours?" he asked. Hell no I don't want a magnet with your hours! I want to know what kind of "best indoor place to play, 2002" is closed to the f-ing public at 2:00pm on a Saturday?!? Lily's little face fell as we walked back into the monsoon. She teared up as we buckled her into her carseat and sped through the river.
We decided to go to the mall, so Lil could play at Pottery Barn Kids (and Mommy could do a little shopping). Unfortunately, the mall in Skokie is an outdoor mall. Who thought that an outdoor mall in the Windy City with a winter that lasts two thirds of the year was a good idea is beyond me, but whatever. So we marched our raincoated, umbrella-ed bottoms through the flooded mall "streets" to PBK. Lily made a beeline for the play kitchens and doll stroller while Mommy browsed and Daddy picked up toys in Lily's wake. I was in the midst of sticker shock ($115 for a Halloween costume?!?) when I heard Husband call out my name. "What?" I answered, annoyed. "Come here," he said. Sigh. I walked over, sure that he was bored after 5 minutes and selfishly wanted to leave. "Elmo potty," he said, knees slightly bent, face red and strained. I stared at him, confused, until Lily ran by pushing a shopping cart at break-neck speed. As I caught a whiff of poo poo, I knew that we indeed had to leave.
Today it was back in the car for the drive home. The further east we drove, the harder the rain fell. Nice "vacation". Mommy is crabby.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Hope
After listening to Biden and Obama's speeches the past couple of nights, I'm actually filled with hope for this country for the first time in a very long time.
GOBAMA!!!!
GOBAMA!!!!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Alert! First Catwoman sighting in the Hills
Today was my first day back to work after a long, leisure filled summer vacation (yeah, right, if you can call packing, moving, and unpacking leisurely). During my 15 minute, new and improved commute, I stopped at my corner Starbucks for a non-fat venti iced chai to make my day-long inservice about the new social studies curriculum a bit easier to swallow. I was standing in line when the woman in front of me turned around. I glanced up from my wallet and had my first face to face encounter with a bonafied Catwoman. You know, a woman who feels compelled to say to her plastic surgeon "Please, make me look like this!" as she points excitedly to a box of Meow Mix. This phenomenon is deserving of a WTF? WTFingF? "Go ahead," she purred, rubbing her head against my leg (okay, I made that last part up).
Apparently, this is some sort of plastic surgery reserved only for the very rich, older woman who thinks that having her face sculpted into feline form (save the whiskers) will make her look young and beautiful. I IMHO believe that it makes them look freakish, Michael Jackson-like, and like they are about to bolt off after a mouse at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, I'm sure that this sighting is only the first of many in the new 'hood. Next thing I know, I'll be greeted by a chorus of "Memory" in the milk aisle at the local Krogo, or be hissed at for taking too long in the litter box, I mean, bathroom stall at Neiman's.
Apparently, this is some sort of plastic surgery reserved only for the very rich, older woman who thinks that having her face sculpted into feline form (save the whiskers) will make her look young and beautiful. I IMHO believe that it makes them look freakish, Michael Jackson-like, and like they are about to bolt off after a mouse at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, I'm sure that this sighting is only the first of many in the new 'hood. Next thing I know, I'll be greeted by a chorus of "Memory" in the milk aisle at the local Krogo, or be hissed at for taking too long in the litter box, I mean, bathroom stall at Neiman's.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Lily Poo Poo!
Lily's at the age where she's starting to announce to anyone within earshot that she's about to poo poo. "Lily poo poo!" she exclaims, just before her face turns beet red in fierce concentration as she poops in her diaper. She also brings us various baby dolls numerous times daily saying "baby poo poo" and wants us to change their diapers. She talks about Mommy's poo poo and Daddy's poo poo (lovely). Being the outstanding mother that I am, as soon as this behavior started I immediately ran out to Tarjay and purchased the following items, convinced that my smart-as-a-whip daughter would certainly be potty trained in no time:
1)An Elmo potty seat
2)An Elmo book all about using the potty complete with uber-annoying sound buttons of Elmo screaming "Elmo can use the potty!", "Horray!", and toilets flushing.
Unfortunately, they did not sell compliant 19 month olds who can poo poo on command while sitting on said potty seat while reading said uber-annoying potty book. Lily of course is obsessed with her potty seat and potty book (no doubt because of her Sesa addiction) and wants to sit on the potty and press those little sound buttons hundreds of times each day, but has yet to poo poo anywhere but in her diaper. Of course, I'll keep all of my loyal readers updated on the Lily Poo Poo situation, as I'm sure you're all on the edge of your (toilet) seats waiting with baited breath for that first milestone poo poo in the potty.
1)An Elmo potty seat
2)An Elmo book all about using the potty complete with uber-annoying sound buttons of Elmo screaming "Elmo can use the potty!", "Horray!", and toilets flushing.
Unfortunately, they did not sell compliant 19 month olds who can poo poo on command while sitting on said potty seat while reading said uber-annoying potty book. Lily of course is obsessed with her potty seat and potty book (no doubt because of her Sesa addiction) and wants to sit on the potty and press those little sound buttons hundreds of times each day, but has yet to poo poo anywhere but in her diaper. Of course, I'll keep all of my loyal readers updated on the Lily Poo Poo situation, as I'm sure you're all on the edge of your (toilet) seats waiting with baited breath for that first milestone poo poo in the potty.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
We're Heeeeere!
Alright, so now we officially live in The Hills. We've been unpacking since Friday with no end in sight. Gotta love it. I'll post pics after the plethora of cardboard has disappeared.
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