Unbelievable

It amazes me what I will do sometimes. See this toy?

Tot has a tendency to move it around. He will also make sure it is always upright if it falls over. I watch him do it. Someone goes by it and knocks it over, he will walk over and put it upright.

I was walking by it the other day and it fell over. I was so surprised when I realized I had bent over to sit it upright. Thot boy is getting me trained.

Painting With Boys

Mammaw bought the boys a paint set a while back. They still love to use it:

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And who could resist this cute face (as with other pictures, click to enlarge):

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The only problem I have found is that they no longer make refills for it. I'll have to go to a hobby store and see what kind of paint I can use instead. It has to be 'dry' initially and I mix some water in it. Any painters out there? What do you suggest?

Gotta Love Family - Hmfph

I was surfing the blogs trying to spark my memory to come back. There has been a lot of blog fodder this week, but I didn't write anything down. Now I can't remember it. I was hoping that reading blogs would help stimulate my mind... until I read a comment at my own blog by my own sister!!!

In response to GuyK at Bou's, that is because they were all at VW's wedding and simply disappeared after that. I have a picture around here somewhere to proof it. That is, unless, of course, bug, wants to fork over some blackmail so I don't post it.

And so you don't have to go hunting for GuyK's quote on Bou's story about our kids eating breakfast together... here it is:

Good looking bunch and must be pretty good kids-I didn't see any policemen in the background nor a fire anywhere

Ok, Sis... what do you want? No fireman/policeman pictures over here. I would never live it down.

Boys and more Boys

Been a little busy and forgot to send you HERE. Yep, there are pictures of Bou's boys and my boys together. Her boys had a school holiday and we all went to breakfast. She got some great pictures.

ABC for Tot

Stealing this from Blue Tige...

A is for Adventurous
B is for Big
C is for Climb
D is for Details
E is for Eat
F is for Fish (my favorite word)
G is for Gas ("I farted" is my favorite phrase)
H is for Hair (I love to touch hair)
I is for Invincible (You can tell from the bruises)
J is for Jump
K is for Keeper (because I keep all sorts of things)
L is for Love (I love to hug and kiss)
M is for Monster
N is for Neat
O is for Opinions (which I have already)
P is for Picky
Q is for Quick
R is for Run (which is my favorite speed)
S is for Sleep (which I avoid at all costs too)
T is for Tot (what else?)
U is for Up (I love to be picked up)
V is for Verify (which I do for everything)
W is for Water
X is for Examine
Y is for Yipee
Z is for Zone (I am in mine own)

ABC for Tater

Stealing this from Blue Tige...

A is for Active
B is for Boy
C is for Climb
D is for Doorbell (which I will ring until told to stop)
E is for Eat
F is for Food
G is for Grab (which works well until caught)
H is for Hurry
I is for Irresistible
J is for Jump
K is for Kiss (which I love to do to get out of trouble)
L is for Limber
M is for Motherly (which I am around babies)
N is for Naughty
O is for Open (which I try to do to every drawer, door, and cabinet)
P is for Pushy
Q is for Quick
R is for Restless
S is for Sleep (which I avoid at all costs)
T is for Tater (of course)
U is for Understand? (which mom asks me a lot)
V is for Vision (and mine is fantastic)
W is for Water
X is for Fox (because that is Swiper)
Y is for Yell
Z is for Zipper (I love to unzip mom's purse)

Hats hats hats

Folks, it has been a little busy/stressful at the ol' homefront. Which means I'm just posting a picture today. It seems that Tot is into hats this week. Hence, another cute picture of him in a hat:

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Sister Mary, who worked for a home health agency was out making her rounds visiting homebound patients when she ran out of gas.

As luck would have it a gas station was just a block away. She walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas. The attendant told her that the only gas can he owned had been loaned out but she could wait until it was returned.

Since the nun was on the way to see a patient, she decided not to wait and walked back to her car. She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas and spotted the bedpan she was taking to the patient. Always resourceful, she carried the bedpan to the station, filled it with gas, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.

As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two men watched from across the street. One of them turned to the other and said, "If it starts, I'm turning Catholic."

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

HERE is a story that caught my eye.

Charity dinner for children mistakenly serves up naughty fortunes

Have to thank my Bro-in-law for THAT STORY.

And now for something else humorous:

My friend's husband always teases her about her lack of interest in household chores.

One day he came home with a gag gift, a refrigerator magnet that read: "Martha Stewart doesn't live here."

The next day he came home to find the magnet holding up a slip of paper.

The note read, "Neither does Bob Vila."

What Could This Be Called?

This was just one of those cute moments. But I didn't know how to caption it nor did I have any good stories to go with it. Any ideas?

Swimsuit Issue

Sports Illustrated (SI) has a Swimsuit issue. It made it to our house. My husband gets a SI subscription for his birthday present from his mom. I think it is the best gift until recently. Then it made me laugh so hard, I'm not sure I can handle another incident like this one....

I was separating the mail and picked up the SI Swimsuit issue. Tater saw the front of it and asked who she was. I didn't know, but said it was a woman wearing a bathing suit. With the biggest, most innocent eyes and the softest voice... he asked "may I look at daddy's magazine?"

I handed it to him and walked out of the room before I exploded in laughter. That boy has definitely got the y chromosome in him.

Someone Has To Be Romantic

And it is not me. I even forgot to get Valentine Cards for Tater's preschool class. Sigh. Good thing the teacher and my hubby are more inclined to remember this stuff...

From Tater's class:

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Or this cool picture of an outline of Dad's hand (this was sent home a couple of weeks before Valentine's day) with Tater's inside of it.

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And from my hubby:

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Sigh. I need to be better at this next year.

Fishing on Land

Here is a picture of Tater throwing his 'line' in the water... notice the red fish that is already attached (and I caught it in mid flight).

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Here is Tater and Tot after they tangled their fish together (Tot has the green fish):

Tammi had a fish story, Bou had a fish story... I had to throw one out here too... Do you have any good fish stories?

Tater Talks

Amazing what you can find out when someone else takes your boy to the bathroom. Check out THIS POST that Bou has on Tater and his trip to the bathroom with her. Very Funny.

Is Envy a Sin

If it is, then I guess I just committed a sin. Sleeping in a sunny spot. Yep, I'm envious of our Happy Dog:

I love our new back porch... so does he. Ahhh the good life.

What's Next?

On the way to have Breakfast with Bou, Tater hollars from the back of the car "I have to Poop!". Lovely. (Notice the sarcasm in my voice). Tot is still a "momma's boy" and won't stay with Bou. Luckily Bou has 3 boys of her own and would know what to do. In fact, after we got there I asked if she would mind taking him and she said no.

She went with Tater straight to the bathroom and we went to the table. I got 2 coffees and 2 milks and waited. And waited. And waited. I was starting to get worried. Did he go in his pants and she was 'cleaning them'? Did they get lost? Strange thoughts go through your mind at times like this. Like the fact I have had only 12 hours sleep in 5 days. I really wish I had not calculated it out nor the calculation that if the average person gets 8 hours a night, then in 5 nights they would have gotten 40 hours. Which meant I got a quarter of the amount of sleep of an average person.

Back to the story... I'm easily sidetracked... Finally they arrived. We ordered, got our toast early, worked on coloring and talked. Eventually I had to ask... what happened in the bathroom. She said he sat down and they waited. She asked him if everything was ok, and he said “Sometimes we just have to wait for the poop”. Yaa, we both laughed.

And then she said he must have emptied his colon. The pot was full. I laughed. I swear that kid poops his weight some days.

It got better. After a very nice breakfast, we got the kids together and started to leave. While standing at the car, Bou mentioned she needed to leave and go to work. Tater responded with "only Boys go to work". I thought we both we would fall over. What???? Then again, every Mon-Fri when Dad leaves... it's "give Dad a kiss before he goes to work". Bou asked what Girls do. Brave woman. "Girls work at home". OMG! She was very sweet to Tater, kissed his forehead and told him that the work girls do at home is MUCH harder than the work away from home.

Yep... that's my boy. Now what? ;-)

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

"Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more.
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time."

"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. "In this country . we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives"

"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell "Mississippi'."

I'VE GOT $5.00 THAT SAYS YOU'RE GONNA READ THIS AGAIN

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

For those interested in Harry Potter... try THIS SITE.

And those who need some real humor:

Fred and Mary get married but can't afford a honeymoon, so they go back to Mom and Dads for the night.

In the morning, little Johnny gets up and has his breakfast. As he is going out of the door to go to school, he asks his Mom if Fred and Mary are up yet.

She replies, "No."

Johnny asks, "Do you know what I think?"

His Mom replies, "Never mind what you think! Just go to school."

Johnny comes home for lunch and asks his Mom, "Is Fred and Mary up yet?"

She replies, "No."

Johnny says, "Do you know what I think?"

His Mom replies, "Never mind what you think! Eat your lunch and go back to school."

After school, he comes home and asks, "Is Fred and Mary up yet?"

His Mom says, "No."

Johnny asks, "Do you know what I think?"

His Mom replies, "OK! What do you think?"

He says, "Well, last night Fred came in for the Vaseline and I think I gave him my airplane glue.

A Little Help Unpacking

Nothing like having a little help as you unpack and put stuff up in the cabinets. Here is Tot showing Mom the right way to do this job:

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Might as well get all the way into the job and make sure every spot is used:

Nothing like kids to keep you busy when you are moving into a place... and yes, he took stuff out, put stuff in, moved it around and generally kept me busier with his "assistance". But I just couldn't say no.

Snot Hair

This is not about trimming nose hairs. This is about two overly active children tormenting one another. And on one car trip, Tot was trying to fall asleep and Tater kept touching him. I warned Tater I would stop the car and put him in a time out if he didn't stop. He stopped. My first moment of disbelief.

About 10 minutes later, I hear Tot fussing again. I look in the rearview mirror and see Tater touching the top of Tot's head. Again I tell him to stop. Then for some odd reason, I ask "what are you doing?". Tater tells me that he is putting boogers in Tot's hair. In a rather reasonable voice, I again emphasize that he should stop touching his brother. Not a word about the boogers. Mainly because there is a disbelief that he was picking his nose and doing this.

Mom was wrong. As I go to get Tot out of the car seat when we get home... much to my surprise... there were t.w.o. LARGE boogers in Tot's hair. Absolutely gross. I will not doubt Tater when he tells me what he is doing again. And poor Tot will never want his hair washed again by Mom. GRIN

BellSouth Is Not My Friend

Usually I post most of my entries for the week on Sunday night. Not last night. I was on the phone with Tech Support forever. Ok, not forever but it felt like it. I finally got a call back from 'The Supervisor' after they fixed what I ASKED them to fix at the beginning of the call. By then, I didn't want to stay up and write posts.

I am uploading a really cute picture this morning and I hope to get the stories written tonight.

In the meantime, I getting Tater ready for his Valentine Breakfast with Dad this morning. Something the school puts together for the kids. I love it.

Enjoy your day. Hope it didn't start like mine.

Ohhh... did I mention some jerk called this morning? He yelled at me about calling his number. Uhhhh. Norman, I didn't call you this morning. No one called you from my number. I had both phones charging and they were in the same position as I had left them at 10pm last night. Away from my little kids hands. Though, I now have your number on my CID. Don't pull that stunt again or I'll put you in for harassment. GRIN.

100s and 100s

The internet is alive at my house once more. I guess next time I won't leave Happy Dog to guard but one of Michelle's Firemen. GRIN.

There are stories to be told... like snot hair... but right now my time on the computer will be limited. There are boxes to be unpacked, the old house to be painted and cleaned, kids to take care of and address changes to deal with, along with a ton of other things.

Like reading over 300 posts that happened while I was away... and you don't want to know how much email I received.

Thank you to everyone that stopped by and left a message. Give me a couple of days and I'll get it all in gear again.

Trust me, I need to post... I am sure there are stories that happened that have come and gone out of my memory from the move that would have been great. No, I did not even turn the computer on during all of this time. Scary huh?

Back online is a wonderful feeling.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow...

It would appear that VW's ISP is giving her a hard time and she is not scheduled for service until tomorrow. Trust me, she is very ready for internet connection!

The kids are adjusted to the home and Happy Dog seems to love it too. It would appear that their furniture is all in and now what is left is the unpacking.

Her sweet boys are keeping her hopping. Her sweet boys... People stop us when we have breakfast. Her boys are so beautiful.

It's funny when we walk in with all five boys, ages 10-2, there is a look of horror on patron's faces, as if the carnival has just come to town.

But my boys love her boys, like little brothers, and her boys love my boys, like big brothers, and they watch out for each other and keep each entertained and their behaviour is always exemplary and it never fails that as VW and I are wrapping up to take the circus home that someone stops by our table and compliments us on all our boys and how well behaved they are.

It's been too hectic for us to do breakfast this week, but next week... it would appear we have a breakfast with all five again. It's always entertaining!

VW Update

I spoke to VW today and she is still without internet access.

They are in their new home, slept there for the first time two nights ago, and are still moving. She has phone as of 3:00, but no internet.

She sounds as sane as one can sound while moving... with two little boys... and a big dog the size of a pony.

Hopefully she will be back tomorrow. If not, I'll try to post on how smoochie her little men really are since I actually know them. They are all she says and a bag of chips!

On Guard

While I'm out of internet service, I have asked my Happy Dog to stand guard for me. This was his response:

Be careful, he might actually get up and lick you. ;-) See you again on Tuesday.

It's Green

I put up the tartan. I also made it green. blhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now I just need a quote from Harvey... all the ones I have made up just come out sounding vulgar. And I can't use real comments ... like the one he made here: "mmmm... bug extract :-)"

Any ideas?

Basil Voucher

Here is another voucher for Basil at Basil's blog. His reason for becoming a member just shocks me. But I'll vouch for him anyway.

F.I.V.E. Days

I am going to be depressed soon. I will be without internet access for 5 days. Yes, you read that right, 5 days. They are taking down our phone/dsl on Friday and it won't be back til Tuesday.

Will be busy over the next day, so not sure if I'll get some posts out for you or not. Any volunteers to post for me?

Another Voucher

EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeek. I forgot CalTechGirl. Here's a voucher from me!!!

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

You might be a true Pensacolian if you:

~ Know that a Blue Angel is a pilot, not a heavenly being.

~ Don't even give a screaming roadside preacher a second glance.

~ Accept that you are the only people in the country who toss mullet AND eat them.

~ Support Frank Patti unconditionally.*

~ Know which bathroom to go into at McGuire's Irish Pub.

~ Pour your Bushwhacker out on the boardwalk, to avoid Pensacola Christian College students.

~ Know that, when traveling on I-110 and you get static over the radio, the "Hot Doughnuts Now" light is on at Krispy Kreme.

~ Know these street names in order and know they are actually the same road:

Saufley Field Road, Michigan Avenue, Beverly Parkway, Brent Lane, Bayou Boulevard, and Perry Avenue, and, don't forget Mobile Highway, Cervantes Street, Scenic Highway, Highway 90.

Added bonus if you can explain it to a visitor or tourist!

~ Eat fried mullet.

~ Cried when you learned that J's bakery was closing and you celebrated upon its reopening.

~ Think a graffiti covered bridge is actually a local landmark, instead of a vandalized eyesore.

~ Kissed the moose.

~ Know the Oyster Bar is closed on Tuesdays.

~ Start most of your directions by saying "turn left at Jerry's Drive-In."

~ Know not to wear a tie to Mesquite Charlie?s.

~ Must drive on at least three roads undergoing construction wherever you go.

~ Call a drive to Nine Mile Road a ?road trip.?

~ Still call a certain intersection "The Circle."

~ Still call the corner of Garden and Alcaniz "The Sheraton."

~ Know that you had better pull over for funeral processions.

~ Know that, when arriving in Gulf Breeze from the 3-Mile Bridge, you immediately do the posted 35-mph speed limit and honor that speed limit through Gulf Breeze proper.

~ Have gotten a speeding ticket in Gulf Breeze.

~ Go to the beach over the Navarre bridge instead of the Gulf Breeze bridge, to save a buck in tolls.

~ Prefer county commission or school board meetings to WWF Smackdown, because there's more action.

~ Subscribe to the News Journal only to keep up with the latest on the Escambia County School Board.

~ Explain to visitors that it is not the harbor they smell, but the Main Street sewage treatment plant.

~ Would never drive to the beach to the Blue Angels show, preferring to go by boat instead.

~ Arrange your social calendar around Blue Angels weekends.

~ Think the four seasons are "almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas."

~ Know Roy Jones has a chicken house.

~ Call Scenic Highway "The Bluffs."

~ Moved back to Pensacola more than three times.

~ Have been asked to join every world religion while enjoying an evening in Seville Square.

~ Attend Thursday night summer concerts in the park, enduring blazing heat and 98% humidity.

~ Know the correct pronunciation of Texar Drive, Reus, Bobe, and Brainerd Streets.

~ Still call Perdido Beach "Gulf Beach."

~ Have waited in line for over an hour when a new chain restaurant comes to town.

~ Know at least 3 people involved in the Sandshaker scandal.

~Have witnessed at least 5 cars running a red light at any given intersection.

~You own a generator and have a year?s supply of water and gas stockpiled for next year's hurricane season.

~ Remember when Pensacola Beach didn't resemble Beirut.

~Continue to rebuild after every hurricane because why would you live anywhere else?

Live simply...laugh often...love deeply.

Conversations

First I guess I ought to introduce myself..... Tink here. I know VW has mentioned me a couple of times. The mother of NavyNuke, MarineScamp and the Bombshell Beauty; grandmother to Princess Z, Indiana B and Ballerina and married to VW's best friend, Pan. Z & B, you know, the rest, well give VW time. But onto the story here.

VW calls me this afternoon in a pure rage. I didn't know she knew such words. NavyNuke is a sailor and I don't think he knows such words, lol. But I digress... After ten minutes or so she calms down and we are discussing some juicy gossip when out of the blue (or pink as the case may be), she screams in my ear....

"Tater did you pee in this pot?" "Tater! Tater! DID YOU PEE IN THIS POT?" "Do you see these plants?" "These plants DO NOT LIKE your PEE....."

By this time, I'm rolling on the floor, wondering what the neighbors must be thinking..... Fortunately (or unfortunately), I'll never know as Tater picked that time to slam a door on Tot's fingers wherein the screaming commenced. Think maybe the neighbors showed up to see if the screaming was because she was rubbing his nose in the pot?

I Vouch For More BE Members

Forgot to put this post up yesterday. Still sick, still not thinking straight. But I missed being able to vouch for Richmond and Pamibe... I'm not going to screw this one up... well not much...

Here you go LW. I vouch for you to join the BE Scottish like clan.

And for Ogre because I can't tell if he has 3 or not.