Neva4getme has won my first (and maybe last) ever giveaway! Please contact me with your address so that my friend/secret agent can mail you Jen Singer's book You're a Good Mom from a location that is not here. The winner is due with her second baby any minute, so this can double as a new baby gift. Yes, I am cheap.
Things have finally quieted down here at the old blogstead, now that all the people Dawn and Sue sent over have finished checking me out (and, um, didn't come back). I'll admit it - it was exciting to feel so popular for a couple of days. Sort of like when the cool girls in high school let you sit at their lunch table for a bit, you know? For a few glorious days, you felt as if you were cool and beautiful and interesting to talk to... I mean, so what if they pretended you didn't exist the week after that?
Or was that just me that that sort of thing happened to?
Never mind. If you look at the sidebar to the left there, you'll see that yet another number has turned over. Yes, Susie is now 3 years old. I don't know how I am going to manage without a 2-year-old in the house. I mean, I'll no longer have an excuse for my sloppy housekeeping and half-hearted attempts at meal preparation. I might even be expected to keep up on laundry. The pressure! The pressure!
I got creative with Susie's birthday cake and added some mashed strawberries to the batter in lieu of some of the liquid. My friends, do not try this at home. I thought the strawberries would turn the cake pink; but instead it came out sort of brown, as if I had used whole wheat flour. The kids, of course, wolfed it down anyway, as it was covered in totally-bad-for-you lard-and-sugar frosting; but it wasn't one of my finest culinary moments.
We then made the kids walk a mile to David's Boy Scout troop's BBQ. They were having a pig roast. Rachel was rather disturbingly fascinated by the fact that she could see the pig's head. I expect to see our neighbors' pet rabbits lying on our grill doused in barbecue sauce any day now.
Larry and I figured out that we saved approximately 40 cents on gasoline by making the kids walk to the BBQ and back. Add to that the 40 cents I saved on Thursday by walking with the kids to their dental appointments, and...well...we've got 80 cents to put in the fund for the new shoes the kids are going to need if we keep making them walk everywhere.
Take that, global warming!
I know they are called the Terrible Two's, but I have always thought that three was worse. Three year olds are so opinionated and they want to do everything on there own. No matter how long it takes...and it takes forever!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mrs. Smith . . . three is much, much worse than the "terrible two's".
ReplyDeleteYou and Larry get the Good Citizen of the Week award for walking.
I ditto Mrs. Smith and bia.
ReplyDeleteTwo's bad...........Three's worse.
At least that's how it goes in our house.
At age three, they have a bigger vocabulary, and are much better at talking back.
And they're heavier and stronger which makes them harder to restrain.
You got to sit with the cool girls at lunch???
WOW!
Max turned 5 on Friday. I'm not bothered though, I'm more of a kid person than a baby person and it makes me happy to see him growing up.
ReplyDeleteI'm about to become really unpopular, my blog is moving to its own URL today. Going from a page rank of 4 to 0 makes me want to cry.
Three was far worse in our house. I say you have plenty of reason for not getting stuff done, especially since you've added protecting local pets from Rachel's rudimentary grilling skills to your list.
ReplyDeleteMaybe hold off touring that meat packing plant with her, eh?
80 cents, is 80 cents.I applaud your efforts. You'll have to come by my blog and check out my solution. Yes, that is a plug for more traffic. I am that shallow. Also I have always felt being 3 is much worse than 2. They still get into everything but tell you off while doing it. Don't give up on the excuses. You can still use them in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteI never got to sit with the cool girls at lunch so I wouldn't know what you mean. (Shamless plug again.)
It's funny that you put you Sue and Dawn thought like that because that's exactly how I feel when Sue eve COMES to my blog. I've never had occasion to write it down before but I honestly thought "wow, it's like having the cool girl come and sit with me for lunch." And that's just her, she didn't even link me. But then I feel the same way when you come over. Maybe I'm just really easy to please... Nah, you're just cool.
ReplyDeleteSorry I couldn't resist commenting again, the word verification is stpme. And they can't stop me!
ReplyDeletealison wonderland - Yes, I feel that way too when someone "famous" comments.
ReplyDeletebonnie - Yes, I saw the rickshaw idea. I'd make one of the kids pedal, however.
lisa - meat packing plant tour? Heh, heh...exhibit #1 for "When Homeschooling Moms Go Bad."
I know what you mean by popular girls. I have one popular girl who stops in now and then, so I really have to suck up to her when she does and give her my fries. hehe. I will keep that mashed strawberry thing in mind
ReplyDeleteYou just call me when you need reasons as to why you weren't able to keep up with the laundry. I have a book full.
ReplyDeleteHey look a popular girl commented just above me. It's Mrs. G--she's the bomb!
ReplyDeleteYeah, the threes were worse here, and the fours were worse than the threes and so on. Maybe my kid is just a brat.
ReplyDeleteI have to point out that I think you blew the carbon credit you got from making the kids walk, by mailing the book to the winner, with all of the planes & trains it takes to get the mail where it's going. Of course that could just be sour grapes cause I lost.
ReplyDeleteI am definitely a baby person. If it was just a matter of making and having babies I could do this forever. But they just keep getting older and harder and more opinionated and mouthier...I guess I'd better stop while I'm ahead. And age doesn't matter when it comes to laundry- it's quantity. And you've got that- you're totally off the hook.
ReplyDeleteI will still sit at your lunch table.
ReplyDeleteOK, the 80 cents thing...HYSTERICAL.
ReplyDeleteYou have many, many loyal fans..so, FOGETTA BOUT THEM FICKLE FOLK. You rock!
P.S. Don't let them scare you about 3. But, I hear 4 is a gem! For other people...
ReplyDeleteYou kicked global warming's ass.
ReplyDeleteIf it weren't so blooming hot here in the summer, I might consider making my kids walk places now that they're older. Not that I could use the exercise or anything.
Happy Birthday Susie!
Aw, give Susie a Happy Birthday hug from me!
ReplyDelete80 cents maybe, but don't forget you are building character!!
ReplyDeleteAnd 3 is worse than 2. You know this. You can't possibly have forgotten.
im laughing out loud about the "80-cents-in-the-new-shoe-fund" Thanks for that:)
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that those fair weather friends didn't come back. I'll underwhelm you and send you my readers :)
ReplyDeleteI can lead them to water but I can't make them drink.
ReplyDeleteI'm still reading your blog. I'm new to blogging, and all I read is Dawn's. It was nice to have a suggestion, but I'm too busy usually to comment, so I guess you might not know I'm here... I'm in a new-mommy haze right now, wondering if I'll ever come out. I don't know how you can do it with 6. Having 2 in 19 months has totally upended my whole world. Thankfully I usually find 5 minutes to read about how much worse it could be!!
ReplyDeletei just found your blog so I'm reading all the old entries. I guess I'm that person at parties who keeps talking about a subject after everyone else has moved on.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, the mashed strawberries make the cake taste good, but the secret is to add a packet of strawbeery jello along with the berries. Turns the cake a lovely shade of pink as well as boosting the berry flavor.