The latest edition of Mary-isms

(Mary on the potty. Kendra on the computer. Doug home from work early. Mary yells, "All done! Doug decides to help. I bet he wished he stayed at work a few minutes longer)

DOUG: "Mary? Did you go poo-poo? Hey! Is that poop on your potty seat? Why is there poop on your seat? Did you touch it? Let me see your hands. You didn't touch it? Are you sure? How'd it get there? Let me wipe you. KENDRA!!!"

KENDRA: (sigh) "Mary, how did you get poop on your potty seat?! Ahhhh! Don't touch your face! Get up. How did you do that? Let me get the lysol wipes. Now I have to clean your seat. Yes, it's disgusting. Yes, it drives me crazy. Yes, don't do it again. Gross! Flush the toilet and wash your hands. Don't touch your face! Eeeiikkk, don't touch me!"

Needless to say, she immediately went into the bathtub for some much needed soaking and scrubbing. (Sigh)


And just today...

I took a shower and was drying my hair with my towel when Mary walked up and said, "Mommy using towel?" Me: "yes, I'm drying my hair." Mary: "I put boogie on towel." Me: "Excuse me? You put a boogie on my towel?" Mary: "Yes." Me: (Groan) "Mary, gross." Mary: "don't do that again." Me: "yes, don't do that again." Mary: "that's disgusting." Yes it is.

Bubbles!!!!!

Thank goodness we have the awning. It has really saved us during these past few weeks of dreary, rainy days. Poor Mary is so stir crazy and I really don't want to take Adam out in this weather. The solution? Bubble blowing under the awning! It keeps us completely dry and yet, we're outside. A win-win situation for us all. Now, hopefully we'll have enough bubble solution to make it through this weather.

A nice afternoon

Today was a pretty day (finally). We've been rained out for much of the past week, so it was a nice change to get outside and play. Adam hung out in his car seat enjoying all the bubbles blowing his way and Mary's getting so much better at blowing them.

Look closely and you'll see the bubble over his right eye. It looks like he has a monocle. Funny. Hmmm, maybe a future Mr. Peanut mascot?

And now for my 2 favorite pictures ...

His eyes are a beautiful blue right now. We can't wait to see what color they will turn.

Crazy thoughts part 2

So last night, I pulled out a bunch of pre-pregnancy pants from the storage closet and proceeded to try them on. (I currently have 5 pair that I can wear and am looking to increase the wardrobe). First pair...BINGO! Yea, so happy they fit. Second pair, jeans, whoa just a bit tight...gasp! I get them snapped and zipped, squeak out, "they're just a bit snug", take a deep breath and then...deep squat. Doug yelled, "don't split your pants!!!!" Um, heellooo, I won't split them. I'm stretching them. That's how you stretch jeans, duh. Can you believe he had never heard of that? Never in his life has he ever had to stretch out a pair of jeans. I'm flabbergasted. I'm super jealous. Maybe it's a man thing, but hey, he grew up with 2 sisters. Didn't they do the obligatory squats and stretches? Heck, I remember having a fabulous pair of jeans in college that were so tight I couldn't even put them on standing up. I had to be flat on my back in order to zip them up and then I did deep lunges down the dormitory hallway just to get them perfectly right. (sigh) I loved those jeans. Someone else decided they loved them too when they were stolen from the communal laundry of the dorm. I just hope the girl feels some guilt over her thievery whenever she's doing her squats.

The crazy thoughts of a sleep deprived woman

Every once in a while in that tiny moment when Adam lets me crawl back into bed and before sleep overwhelms me, I find my mind wandering to some of the craziest thoughts. Last night, the topic was hair. Have you ever thought that hair is such a strange part of our body? We are ruled by our hair. We pluck it, cut it, shave it, laser it, wax it...whatever we can do to get rid of it. But then there are people who pay hundreds, if not more, to grow it or simulate natural growth. We color it, blow it with hot air, curl it, straighten it. We worry when we lose it or when it turns gray. We brush it, comb it, style it, put gobs of styling products in it, hide it under a hat. If you "have a bad hair day" it puts you in a bad funk all day. Heck, if Doug has a too short haircut and forgets his hair gel, he kinda resembles a tall fuzzy, slightly used Q-tip. (I don't have to make fun of my bad hair days since this is my post.) So this is what I think about in the wee hours of the night when all are asleep and I should be asleep and Doug is happily snoring next to me. I guess I can attribute this strange rambling on my new haircut. It had gotten way too long. Poor Adam either had it in his face at meal times or I just ended up pulling it up into a ponytail all the time. My hair hasn't been this short since the good ole Navy nurse days. Doug said I look like Mary only without the bangs. She's always looked like me, now it's my chance to look like her!