I can only imagine that the person who invented those colorful strands of cellophane for Easter basket bottoms must be a man. Maybe it was a woman, but I'm going with a guy. My husband always tells me when I'm irked about something to write an angry letter. (This hot and humid weather really sucks. So write an angry letter!)
Mr. Inventor of plastic Easter grass, here's my letter:
I am not a fan. Sure, that plastic grass that cost only a buck looks nice at the bottom of my son's Easter basket. If only it would stay at the bottom of my son's Easter basket. No, I'm pretty sure it's breeding. Little plastic strands hiding under the sofa, disappearing into the patterns of the rugs and sticking to the undersides of stuffed animals. Your grass is so light that it wafts through the house with the greatest of ease. But the real insipidness of it is the material itself. The plastic clings to everything- almost like it's made out of cling wrap. You didn't make it out of cling wrap did you? Easter was a week ago and those clingy little strands of Easter refuse are still turning up like a bad penny. I'm not amused.
Sincerely,
Easter grass, my ass... it's Easter trash
Saturday, April 14, 2012
April 13, 2012 ~ Lucky Friday the 13th
I guess most people consider Friday the 13th to be an unlucky day. There's some historical context to the date, but not much to the superstition. How much bad has really happened to you on a Friday the 13th?
It's a lucky day for me.
Grandma was born on a Friday the 13th. That's lucky for me, because without her, there's no me.
I had my first date with my now husband on Friday the 13th and he proposed to me on a subsequent Friday the 13th... Foreboding? Well, we have a Billy and an upcoming anniversary. Definitely lucky days for me.
So today? Just a normal day. We played outside.
And Grandma dropped by and Daddy came home early. Those were certainly pleasant events- nothing unlucky there. We had a good day all around.
The funniest thing to happen today was that Billy pointed at Grandma, "Baba! Baba!" Then he ran over to her and tried to lift up her shirt. He wanted to see her belly button. (baba, or more usually bell-ba). Yep, Grandma's got one too.
So, Happy Friday the 13th. Hope it was a lucky one for you!
It's a lucky day for me.
Grandma was born on a Friday the 13th. That's lucky for me, because without her, there's no me.
I had my first date with my now husband on Friday the 13th and he proposed to me on a subsequent Friday the 13th... Foreboding? Well, we have a Billy and an upcoming anniversary. Definitely lucky days for me.
So today? Just a normal day. We played outside.
And Grandma dropped by and Daddy came home early. Those were certainly pleasant events- nothing unlucky there. We had a good day all around.
The funniest thing to happen today was that Billy pointed at Grandma, "Baba! Baba!" Then he ran over to her and tried to lift up her shirt. He wanted to see her belly button. (baba, or more usually bell-ba). Yep, Grandma's got one too.
So, Happy Friday the 13th. Hope it was a lucky one for you!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
April 12, 2012 ~ Budball: the newest, hottest game... Coooooool!
Billy and Buddy have invented a new game, sure to be a smash hit (to them)!
Requirements:
~ Two teams and one ref. One team is comprised of a toddler. The other team is of the canine persuasion.
~ Two tennis balls
~ An obstacle course, and if you don't have on in your house, then a room like an obstacle course, with say... a sofa and toys everywhere
How It Works:
The ref randomly throws both balls up into the air and out towards the obstacle course. The two teams chase after the balls. Once a team gets a ball, they may chase after the second ball. A team can steal an already caught ball from the other team. If one team doesn't have a ball and becomes sad about it, the other team must automatically give up a ball. Once the balls are caught and the chasing ends, the balls are returned to the ref to begin a new round. Sometimes, the ref needs to chase down one or both teams to retrieve the balls.
The result of this game is a hilarity of flying fur, bouncing balls and a giggling Billy.
Requirements:
~ Two teams and one ref. One team is comprised of a toddler. The other team is of the canine persuasion.
~ Two tennis balls
~ An obstacle course, and if you don't have on in your house, then a room like an obstacle course, with say... a sofa and toys everywhere
How It Works:
The ref randomly throws both balls up into the air and out towards the obstacle course. The two teams chase after the balls. Once a team gets a ball, they may chase after the second ball. A team can steal an already caught ball from the other team. If one team doesn't have a ball and becomes sad about it, the other team must automatically give up a ball. Once the balls are caught and the chasing ends, the balls are returned to the ref to begin a new round. Sometimes, the ref needs to chase down one or both teams to retrieve the balls.
The result of this game is a hilarity of flying fur, bouncing balls and a giggling Billy.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
April 10, 2012 ~ Watching the News
Today Billy wanted to color so he was sitting at the coffee table with his crayons (crow-yos). On the news they were talking about the issues in Syria and Turkey. Images of tanks on dusty terrain came up. He jumped up and ran over to the tv, "beepbeep! beepbeep!" But then they suddenly showed images of men shooting off guns.
"No. No. Billy. Uh, oh. No. No." I said to him.
He came over and sat down at the coffee table and watched intently. It seemed he realized the gravity of what he was watching. "No, no," he whispered to himself.
Then they showed a photo of the leader of Syria and began talking about his negative points regarding the ongoing strife in the region.
"That is a naughty man. No, no. Ok?"
"Mommy. No, no."
Then there were more war images and he continued to rant, "no, no!"
(Score 1 for the mom team. We're working on the violence=bad thing. It's a little to hard to explain to a toddler the economic, social and political motivations to war. But at least he now believes violence is a real "no, no!")
Next the news started talking about the East Coast wild fires.
"Oooh.... hot!" he yelled at the tv.
"Uh, oh. Hot! No, no." I said.
"Hot! No, no, " he repeated.
Then he got really emphatic with each new image of the fires. "Mommy, no, no!" his voice cracking a little.
"Ooooh! Beepbeep!" Yeah ok, on to the pictures of fire trucks. All things with wheels are beepbeeps, and all beepbeeps are cool.
Then a commercial came on.
"Mommy, hot!"
"No. Not hot." I don't remember what it was for. Could have been denture paste or toilet bowl cleaner. Something mundane, anyway.
"Mommy, hot! Coooooooooooooooooool." He said it with swagger.
Look out folks. We're in trouble now.
"No. No. Billy. Uh, oh. No. No." I said to him.
He came over and sat down at the coffee table and watched intently. It seemed he realized the gravity of what he was watching. "No, no," he whispered to himself.
Then they showed a photo of the leader of Syria and began talking about his negative points regarding the ongoing strife in the region.
"That is a naughty man. No, no. Ok?"
"Mommy. No, no."
Then there were more war images and he continued to rant, "no, no!"
(Score 1 for the mom team. We're working on the violence=bad thing. It's a little to hard to explain to a toddler the economic, social and political motivations to war. But at least he now believes violence is a real "no, no!")
Next the news started talking about the East Coast wild fires.
"Oooh.... hot!" he yelled at the tv.
"Uh, oh. Hot! No, no." I said.
"Hot! No, no, " he repeated.
Then he got really emphatic with each new image of the fires. "Mommy, no, no!" his voice cracking a little.
"Ooooh! Beepbeep!" Yeah ok, on to the pictures of fire trucks. All things with wheels are beepbeeps, and all beepbeeps are cool.
Then a commercial came on.
"Mommy, hot!"
"No. Not hot." I don't remember what it was for. Could have been denture paste or toilet bowl cleaner. Something mundane, anyway.
"Mommy, hot! Coooooooooooooooooool." He said it with swagger.
Look out folks. We're in trouble now.
Monday, April 9, 2012
April 9, 2012 ~ A Misery of Hives
I hate being sick and I've caught the daycare plague yet again. The lack of breathing I can handle. What I can't tolerate is the part that's not the daycare plague. Hives. A lot of hives. A misery of hives. If hives had a group name like cows in herds or gaggles of geese, it would definitely be a misery of hives.
I have no idea what I'm reacting to. Trees? Maybe. The new sheets? Maybe. A food? I dunno. All I know is that the hives vanished at work and returned within an hour of being home. I'm turning into one giant hive. So, I'm going to keep this short and go tend to my misery.
Besides, super tired baby meant super whiny baby. He'll be more fun tomorrow.
I have no idea what I'm reacting to. Trees? Maybe. The new sheets? Maybe. A food? I dunno. All I know is that the hives vanished at work and returned within an hour of being home. I'm turning into one giant hive. So, I'm going to keep this short and go tend to my misery.
Besides, super tired baby meant super whiny baby. He'll be more fun tomorrow.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Easter in Photos 2012
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| What did the Easter Bunny leave? |
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| What's this? |
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| My men in their Easter finery |
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| I found an egg! |
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| Let's hunt for more eggs! |
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| Is there an egg under here? |
Happy Easter, Have a Good Passover, Hello Spring!
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