Friday, March 26, 2010

"Mom, guess what? Kendall just changed her own diaper! And it had poop in it!"

Monday, March 22, 2010

...in March.

1. Begin the day by spilling a scentsy all over the wall and floor. For extra fun, make sure the wax is orange.

2. Have one of your children get so sick that they cry all. day. long.

3. Take sick child to the Saturday clinic. In a blizzard.

4. While at the clinic, make it enjoyable for everyone by having your child act as if an exorcism was being performed on her while the doctor tries to look in her ears. People in the waiting room will be scarred for life.

5. To capitalize on the enjoyment of having a child with a double ear infection, have the dr. prescribe Tylenol with codeine. This will ensure that while your child may feel better, they will vomit everywhere. (For extra good times, have the child vomit directly on you over and over again!)

And those are my tips for having an enjoyable day snowed in together as a family! Leave YOUR tips for good times during a snow storm in the comments section.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Remember this?

Well, check out this.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Cason: "There was something in my ear and I pulled it out and I didn't eat it."

I wish the same could be said for what he pulls out of his nose.

Friday, March 05, 2010



I've been sober two weeks. Two weeks without relying on my pacifier. The people around me knew I had a problem for a long time. I couldn't function in the morning unless I had my pacifier. I couldn't meet new people or be put in new situations unless I had my paci. I would go to bed with three of them. Finally one day, I hit rock bottom. I didn't realize how addicted I was. I was lining my pacifiers up and counting them and telling my brother what colors they were. My mom knew then. She knew I had a serious problem. So she staged an intervention and threw them away.

I won't lie. I hated her at the time. And I thought she hated me too. I can see now that she was just looking out for me. Withdrawals were tough. I could make it through the day ok. But the nights, oh the nights! There were lots of tears, lots of begging, PLEADING from my crib for someone to get me a fix. I just wanted a moment with my paci. We all knew it wouldn't be a moment though. It would turn into a full blown relapse.

And I did have one small relapse. I had a hidden stash. No one knew about it. And one evening, after slamming my fingers in a toy box, I needed a fix. So found my stash and started using again. My mom found me right away and trashed it. She was determined to not let me become a user again.

It hasn't been easy, but I'm glad to be sober. Never again will I become a slave to my pacifier.

Love to All,
Kendall

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

And it's going to be about poop, appropriately enough.

Cason is at the age where the word poop, and all forms there of, is hilarious. It's sophisticated comedy, I tell you. SOPHISTICATED.

A typical conversation:

"Mom, guess what? Poopyhead!" (hysterical laughing ensues) (on his part...not mine) (well, maybe mine...I'm pretty immature )

"You know, poop really isn't that funny."

"Yes it is. Mom poops in her pants!" (more hysterical laughing...only not at all on my part this time because NO I DON'T)

"That's not funny or nice to say."

"Daddy poops is HIS pants!"

"Daddy does not poop in his pants. Only babies should poop in their pants because everyone else should use the potty."

"Ok. Daddy TOOTS in his pants though."

"Well, I can't argue with you there."

Monday, March 01, 2010

Alternative title: Toys.

Alternative title 2: Things we have a lot of.

True story: When I quit my job to stay at home with Cason, I was worried he would never have enough clothes and toys. I honestly thought that we would have to spend a lot of time at other people's homes just for him to play with some toys...because there was NO WAY we would be able to afford to buy him a toy EVER.

I know. Laugh at me.

When he got a little older, and started collecting *a few* toy cars, etc. this is what I bought to keep them in:

I know. More laughter ensuing on your part.

So now that the kid is almost 4, he has a nice little collection going:


And this only includes what was within arm's reach. Trust me...he has many more. Including the crown jewel of his collection, the jeep that stays in the garage. And cars must have a track to drive on and trains must have a railroad to ride. I think we have enough track to pave the bridge to nowhere. I'll give bonus points to you if you can tell me how many Lightening McQueens are in the above picture.

Cason begged me to take a picture with his collection. I had to tell him to say poop to get him to smile.