FLy on the Wall APRIL 2015

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Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Baking In A Tornado
Spatulas on Parade
Follow me home
Menopausal Mother
Stacy Sews and Schools
Battered Hope
Just A Little Nutty
The Momisodes
Someone Else’s Genius
Disneyland in Kentucky
Searching for Sanity
Sanity Waiting to Happen
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
Juicebox Confession

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Watching Night at the Museum Battle of the Smithsonian, Dino insisted this was the first one. I tried to explain to him that it was the second one, giving examples of the first vs the second movie. Then explained that I would know this because I like the movies. Dino rolled his eyes at me and shook his hand like I was a fool. “No, Mommy. I know more than you Mommy. I know this movie and know this is the first one. You are wrong, Mommy.”

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Dino and I worked on creating double decker cars…I am so addicted to Legos. He wanted a picture of our cars. He looked at his daddy and said. “This is my masterpiece.”

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Dino was having trouble putting his undies on the right way. I am trying to tell him to let me show him which way they go and he can do it…of course he’s yelling at me.

He slams the undies down. “Fine, if you know so much about undies, you do it.”

Instead of getting mad at him, I make a silly face. “Well I do know a lot about undies.”

We both giggled.

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Dino struggling to put away all the toys he took out. He knows the rule, you take out what you want, but put it all away. He gets mad and screams. “Hey, I need help. I only have two hands.”

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We were meeting my friend and her daughter at Whole Foods then heading over to the mall. Dino was in one of his moods.

“I don’t want to go to Whole Foods, Mommy. Can we just meet them at the mall?”

“Cathy and Cathleen don’t know what breakfast to get. I told them you know the best foods there.”

He smugly smiles. “It’s true, Mommy. I know it all.” then walks always with a pompous head tilt.

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One morning as I’m getting ready for work…this is what I hear

“Daddy please put on Pokemon.”

Daddy, I’m waiting and Pokemon is still not on.”

“Well then if you’re in a rush you put it on.”

“No, Daddy, I’m all he way over here, you’re closer. I have important things to do.”

“Oh really?”

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Now that Dino has reading glasses, I keep repeating about taking good care of them, putting them in his case, backpack, and bringing them home.

Finally he growls. “I know already. Enough, Mommy.”

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We all went out to dinner on Saturday Night to celebrate our 14 wedding anniversary. Yes! 14 years of marriage…20 years together! Anyway, the place we went to has brown paper on the tables to let kids draw…Dino brought markers and crayons.

The waitress wrote her name on the table, “Hi, my name is Erin…in case you need to know.” As Tony and I were ordering, Dino wrote his name. “My name is Anthony.”He then pointed to it and said. “Just in case you need to know.”  This kid cracks me up!

Then we started playing a favorite game of Dino’s. We have to take turns trying to make each other laugh. I tried to make Tony laugh, but couldn’t do my normal routine as we were in the middle of a restaurant. Dino stood up on his chair and loudly said. “Don’t worry, Mommy, I can handle this.” Of course Tony and I were in hysterics…we love this kid.

We decided to have dessert, Dino wanted us to share gluten free chocolate cake…it was almost like a fudge brownie. Dino couldn’t even finish it, it was so rich, gooey, and thick. Tony asked how it was and I said, not bad, but you know it’s coming out the same way it’s going in. Yes, terrible bathroom humor in a restaurant…only in our family.

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Never Ending Garden

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 12 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

Baking In A Tornado
The Bergham’s Life Chronicles 

Spatulas on Parade 
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy 
The Momisodes 
More Than Cheese and Beer 
Southern Belle Charm 
Confessions of a part-time working mom 
The Lieber Family 
Someone Else’s Genius 
Climaxed
Stacy Sews and Schools 

Sparkly Poetic Weirdo 
Searching for Sanity 
Silence of the Mom 

My subject is  

Spring time and you planted seeds, but instead of flowers ____ is growing in your yard!

It was submitted by: http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com

I know I always say this, but I LOVE this prompt. So instead of flowers, I have a forever replenishing garden of fruits, vegetables, and herbs. Not to worry, a greenhouse will grow overnight, so even in the winter, my garden will grow. What you think I’m delusional? Well, the prompt never said I had to stick to reality.

So back to my special garden. Yup, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, strawberries, blueberries, apples, lemons, bananas, parsley, oregano, chives, leeks, onions, garlic, are all growing in my yard. They replenish on their own and there is always enough for us when we need it! The catch? Well we have to share. We have to share the seeds with other neighbors so they can grow amazing gardens too! We have to share the spoils with those who don’t have gardens or can’t always get fresh food. We trade and fruits, vegetables, and herbs with those who have an abundance of eggs and meat.

What would this do to the supermarkets? What would this do to the food industry? Well more and more stores are carrying organic and/or NON-GMO verified products. It’s been a long time coming, we need to go back to organic, we need to be self-sufficient, we need to take back control of our food. If we all started growing gardens on our lawns, if we all started teaching children what “natural” really means we would be healthier nations. Natural is NOT a label on a fake cheese product or GMO-filled frozen foods. natural means untouched by greedy corporations and scientists with the agenda of making more money.

My ‘garden’ last year was just a few potted plants which was pretty sad, but I rent so I am limited. Don’t worry, this year, I plan on buying this raised bed garden from Improvements Catalog…click on the pic to see all the details. Pretty cool, right?

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I have a homemade compost bin-it was pretty darn easy to make. Hubby helped me drill holes all around and on the bottom of the bin, we use bungees to keep the lid on top. There’s a huge layer of amazing soil on the bottom, that we often roll around to mix with new scraps. I’d show you what’s inside, but it’s pretty nasty, trust me soon it will all be amazing soil for my garden.

What can you put in a compost bin? Here’s a big list of things you REALLY can put in the compost.

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In our kitchen I throw scraps in a jar then put them in our compost every few hours. Of course I need a better container for our kitchen, so I can keep the scraps in there a few days instead of emptying every few hours. Are you looking what’s in there? I have coffee grinds, a tea bag, food container, box, and carrot peels.

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I know, I need to get off my soap box, but it’s annoying when we are the odd ones out because we don’t want the fake food or drinks. It’s annoying when I am made to feel like a bad mom because I don’t want my son eating what everyone else eats. I don’t want pesticides, antibiotics, and chemicals in his food. It’s annoying when real food costs more than the food created in a science lab. It’s annoying when wanting to eat real food is looked on as being weird, quirky, a fad, or annoying.

 

Fly on the Wall MARCH 2015

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Fly on the Wall

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

 

 

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 15 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://followmehome.shellybean.com Follow me home
http://www.menopausalmom.com/ Menopausal Mother
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Battered Hope
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just A Little Nutty
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com  The Sadder But Wiser Girl
http://dinoheromommy.com/  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://gndisney.wordpress.com Disneyland in Kentucky
http://www.juiceboxconfession.com Juicebox Confession
http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com Searching for Sanity
http://www.gomamao.com Go Mama O

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On a recent snow day, Anthony and Daddy were sitting on the couch.

“I’m hot. I want to take off my shirt.”

“Put on a t-shirt.”

“No Mommy said I can take off my shirt in the house if I want.”

“Okay, but it’s better to wear a t-shirt.”

“Daddy stop, all your talking is making me hotter.”

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We order lots of things from Amazon, while I was out Saturday morning, my order came in the mail. It’s all under my name, so Tony opened it, which is fine, we never know what package is whose. What he did wrong was seeing a package of play foam, opening it and giving it to Dino.

Dino took it and played with it all over our rug. I came home to see the little foams embedded in the rub. I was so mad. Not only did he give it to Anthony when I needed it for an activity with him, but he let him play with it in the living room.

His punishment was to pick up every peace from the rug. Of course Dino gave up and is relaxing watching TV.

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We watched Narnia during one of our many snow days. The next day, he wanted Daddy to watch it. I reminded Anthony what was happening at the beginning of the movie. (Trying to avoid the million and one questions). Dino looks at me, rolls his eyes and raises his hands. “I know what is happening, I know everything.” He huffs and looks back at the TV.

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In an attempt to get Dino to do more chores. He used to clean up after himself while at daycare (they taught him this) now in kindergarten these skills are sliding away. I told him when he’s done with his snack to wash it, dry it, and put it away. He’s knows what to do, but looks at me. “I’m a kid. I don’t need to clean.”

I looked at him, trying not to yell or laugh. “Oh yes you do, or you can eat off dirty plates.” 

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Dino: “I got a story, Mommy and Daddy. One night there was an alien who killed people every night.”

Daddy: I can show you some aliens (think’s he’s being funny)

Dino: (Gets mad) Shakes finger in Daddy’s face. “I’ll kick you in the eye and make you bleed, then you’ll learn your lesson.” 

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One morning Dino was begging me to order a Disney show. We have ROKU so I would have to subscribe and pay for the Dinsey app. There is no way that is happening, between Netflix, Amazon, Hulu Plus, PBS kids, and Popcorn flix for Kids he has more choices that a boy could ask for. He kept asking and begging though and finally said, “You’re a mean witch.”

My reaction was pure instinct. I hunched over, clawed my hand, snarled my face and spoke like a witch. His face showed pure terror and I though he was either going to piss or poop his pants. He was beside himself in terror, now begging me to stop and be his mommy again.

I stopped and went back to “mommy mode” and told him not to call me names or I might become what he calls me.

When I picked him up later that day he kept looking at me scared sh*tless and asked, “You’re still my mommy, right?”

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Dino singing opera….turn down your volume and enjoy! 

 

Too Much Joy???

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com The Bergham’s Life Chronicles
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com  Spatulas on Parade
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com Climaxed
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://thelieberfamily.com The Lieber Family
http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm
http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com Searching for Sanity
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
http://www.smalltalkmama.com Small Talk Mama

 

My subject is In a world where emotions are considered drugs, your family has sat you down to talk about your addiction to joy. It was submitted by http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Here goes: 

I sit there, shocked out of my mind. Is this really happening? Am I the center of an intervention because of feeling too much joy? Am I enjoying too many things? Who the f&ck decided there should be a limit?

I look down at all the incidences of feeling too much joy. I want to rip it up into a million pieces and throw it in everyone’s faces. How about all the pure anger I’m feeling now? Will I be in trouble for all this anger and wanting to kill everyone in this room? Then I really read the items and I can’t stop the joy I feel.

 

Karen ###### you have felt high levels of joy when….

  • correctly guessing the ending of a book I am reading
  • being totally wrong about the ending of a book and pulled into a total mind f%ck
  • an audio book I placed on hold at the library become available
  • I start a new book
  • Dino says “I love you.”
  • Dino cleans up without being told
  • Dino hugs me
  • Dino reads one of his sight words
  • Dino spells one of his sight words
  • Dino goes to bed and I don’t fall asleep in his bed, then I can do some important things at night
  • Dino goes to bed and I fall asleep, because I’m so flipping tired
  • Dino sleeps till 6 am (few and far between)
  • Dino tells me I’m the “best mommy” for no reason other than to tell me
  • I fall asleep right away
  • I have a deep sleep and wake up rested (few and far between)
  • I came home to a clean home after hubby cleaned
  • I come home to a clean home after the cleaning ladies were there
  • food is placed in front of me at a restaurant
  • that first bite of food at a restaurant and it’s like pure heaven
  • one of my meals comes out awesome!
  • Dino and Tony love a dinner I made
  • getting all items I wanted on my shopping list
  • seeing a new product with the NON-GMO label…change is coming
  • learning about a new homeopathic way to prevent colds and keep healthy
  • chatting with others who are also organic and NON-GMO believers
  • informing someone on organic and NON-GMO and helping them to see the evils of Monsanto
  • slowly eating a piece of chocolate and savoring the taste and feel
  • eating a HUGE piece of chocolate and savoring the taste and feel
  • starting a new crochet project
  • finishing a crochet project
  • texting with friends I haven’t spoken to in a long time
  • hanging out with friends I haven’t seen in a long time and feeling like we haven’t been apart at all
  • someone else confesses their love of Twilight and knows every little detail and we can trade information
  • someone else loves Jackson Rathbone and we can share in his hotness
  • Jackson Rathbone tweets about a latest movie or shares a pic..swoons
  • a fellow mom shares that look “I’m with you, I love my kid(s) too, but really want them to shut up and leave me alone for five minutes”
  • getting me time

 

As they try to talk sense into me, I just think about each of these moments and relive each one. I see the anger rise on their faces and hear the curses fly from their mouths. I sit down and ask who will talk to them about their addiction to anger? Then my sweet Dino walks in, turns around and farts in direction. Slowly he turns around and says, “I parted.”

All I can do is laugh as the stench of his fart hits my nose, which causes others to laugh as well. I turn and look at them. “What were you saying about too much joy?”

What causes you “too much joy?”

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Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://BakingInATornado.com  Baking in a Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade

http://followmehome.shellybean.com Follow me home

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Battered Hope

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com  Someone Else’s Genius

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/ Eileen’s Perpetually Busy

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com Juicebox Confession

http://dinoheromommy.com/  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://www.menopausalmom.com/ Menopausal Mother

http://gndisney.wordpress.com  Disneyland in Kentucky

http://www.gomamao.com  Go Mama O

 

Dino and Mommy:

“I’m so cold and tired.” So he stands there, in a blanket brushing his teeth.

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He refuses to stand up and pee…instead he wants to sit down which causes leaks all over the place. Despite me talking to him about this, he refuses to listen.

“Mommy, I can’t help it. My penis is too big and long and that’s why I pee all over.”

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“Look, Mommy, I’m pretending to crochet like you.” Not sure if you can see the pencil he’s holding and moving around in his Hulk hand.

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Dino using his imagination during one of our snow days.

Dino and Daddy: 

Dino has been scared of going in his room by himself, so he was asking Daddy to go in and get a toy for him. I was leaving for work and couldn’t do it. Daddy was trying to get Dino to be brave.

“You’re a big boy now. You’re five.”

“No, Daddy, you’re older than me. You’re like 292 years old or like 11 or 12. You are older, you get it.”

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While playing with Daddy, he wanted him to move over. “Daddy, just scootch over a bit.”

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“Oh I dropped that, Daddy, my bad.

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“Take a picture of me with all my animals, Mommy.”

If I let him, he would sleep with every single one.

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All About The Money

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

 

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com The Bergham’s Life Chronicles Z
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com Spatulas on Parade
http://dinoheromommy.com/  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com  Climaxed
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm
http://thelieberfamily.com The Lieber Family
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com  Someone Else’s Genius
http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com Evil Joy Speaks
http://www.gndisney.wordpress.com Disneyland in Kentucky
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com  Juicebox Confession

My subject is “Do you think Valentines Day is a “Made Up” holiday?” It was submitted by http://www.southernbellecharm.com   Here goes: 

 

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Well, let me think about this.  If you really love me you’ll do at LEAST one of the following…  How else can you show your love to me? This is your one big chance, so choose wisely. 

  • buy me a diamond necklace or ring
  • buy me a box of chocolates or candies
  • buy me flowers that will eventually die
  • buy puppy or kitten
  • take me out to an expensive restaurant
  • give me an expensive gift card to my favorite clothing store

Am I forgetting anything? 

 

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It doesn’t matter if you do any of the following things throughout the year… The only thing that matters is how you treat me on the Valentine’s Day. I need to brag and show off what a great man I have. 

  • tell me you love me every day
  • bring my car for an oil change
  • buy me bumper stickers that support my hatred of Monsanto 
  • pick up food when we run low
  • warm up my car on cold mornings
  • give me kisses
  • make me lunch when I’m home sick
  • call to say hello
  • wash and put away dishes
  • clean up the mess I was too tired to put away
  • tell me I’m beautiful
  • watch the movie I want
  • go out to the store at night because I’m too tired

I KNOW I’m forgetting something.

 

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Okay…obviously I’m being sarcastic. Yes, I do believe Valentine’s Day is a made up holiday. It’s just pure silliness. Why is it so important  to have a date on Valentine’s Day? Why is it important to go out and prove to the world that your significant took you out on Valentine’s Day.

I understand it’s about the romance, but I prefer romance every day. I prefer my husband to be kind, caring, loving, thoughtful every day instead of just one day a year. I don’t need jewelry, flowers, or clothes to know my husband loves me. I don’t need an animal or nasty chocolate (that is filled with GMOs) to know he loves me. I just need him to show it to me everyday.  So when Valentines’ Day arrives and he hands me a card, I will happily return the favor and be glad he is still my husband. He hasn’t strayed or left in all my craziness.

Now that is love and commitment. 

 

 

Fly on the Wall JAN 2015

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Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

 Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://followmehome.shellybean.com  Follow me home
http://www.menopausalmom.com/ Menopausal Mother
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com Juicebox Confession
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Battered Hope
http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/ Eileen’s Perpetually Busy
http://www.gomamao.com Go Mama O
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com The Sadder But Wiser Girl
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/  Just A Little Nutty
http://themomisodes.com   The Momisodes

DINO:

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Overheard Dino playing with his toys, “You got monkeys, that’s not fair. Prepare to be punished.”

I thought it was cute and responded, “Oh no, hope he’s okay.”

Dino did not like me interrupting his play time. “Stop, Mommy. I’m playing and you are bothering me.”

Don’t you just love the mess that one child can create?  

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Blows loud breath as he cuts paper for art work. “Boy, this is hard work.”

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Showing me how his cars change into dinosaurs. “I know these things.”

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We were trading stories in the car…it was Dino’s turn and he started

“Once upon a time there lived a girl who had two dads, they all lived on a farm…” It started out sweet, then ended with zombies, eating of flesh, and ghosts…

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Dino and Daddy boxing…Dino loves it. With his sensory issues it’s a great way to burn energy and give him that physical feedback he needs.

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Daddy and Dino were watching Star Wars episodes 4, 5, and 6 one day. After explaining yet another attack/death scene, Dino said “There’s a lot of dying in these movies, Daddy.”

Well he sure said the truth!

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MOMMY:

So I get an email Monday one morning from our lovely, Secret Subject Swap leader, Karen. She wanted to let me know that my SSS post for January was posted just a few moments ago. I freaked out and checked. Low and behold there it was. That wasn’t the worst part-it was NOT written and had the title and picture was from months ago…I schedule a few posts ahead of time with the template of the post. I obviously scheduled it for the wrong date. Oooooops.

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As I was getting ready to head out to work, Dino wanted juice. I quickly grabbed the bottle and must have unscrewed it without realizing it, then shook it. There was mango-orange juice everywhere. EVERYWHERE!!!! Thankfully I was wasn’t dressed yet, bust in my morning clothes. The picture would have been awesome, but I just was in too much of a rush.

 

Epic Fail OR Epic Win

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Whenever I hear the term “Epic Fail,” I think of the time…

I failed at organizing.

I tried to create an organizing blog hop. I tried to clean and organize. I tried to do it all, but I FAILED.

It’s okay that I failed. Who says we should it all? What is doing it all really mean? Why is it a goal for moms?  I rather fail at “doing it all” than fail at being a mom that my son thinks is awesome…like the Lego Movie which I LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Since I work full-time and commute an hour each way I have little time as it is. I decided to hire a cleaning lady to come every other week-that’s all I could afford right now. It makes a HUGE difference. I love coming home to a clean home. I love knowing that I only have to do touch-up cleaning in between… By having a cleaning lady I now have more time to prepare real-food meals, spend time with my son, and go to the gym.

Such a treat coming home to clean place. So did I really fail or win? 

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Since I’m in a sharing mood, I also failed with Dino’s lunches. You know I am all about real food. I can’t stand Monsanto treating us like science experiments. I can’t stand that the FDA has their pockets lined with companies and doesn’t really care about what’s healthy.

I used to pack Dino lunches to take to school, most of the time they were sandwiches, but at least they were organic bread, meats, cheeses, snacks, fruits, and veggies. All of a sudden he started coming home with his lunch box full and ordering lunch at school. Yes I put money on his lunch account. Why? I didn’t want him to be without food just in case of an emergency.

Now he only gets lunch from school…though it’s not really lunch. As far as I am concerned it’s all experiments created in a lab, frozen and shipped long distances. The “food” doesn’t spoil because it’s not really food. He wants to eat it, because everyone else is eating it. Sure they serve veggies and fruits…but they are canned, jarred, and sugary..not real or fresh.

But what can I do? I can’t force him. At least he eats real food at home….just check out all our real food meals HERE.

The only positive in this is that I don’t have to make his lunch the night before…which is sweet. I offer to give him leftovers in a Thermos, but he wants none of it. I do pack his snacks with a juice and water. Perhaps one day he will change his mind and opt for real food lunches.

What was your epic fail? Was it really an fail or a win? 

Plans Change and Life Goes On

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/  Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com  Juicebox Confession

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius

http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes

http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com Climaxed

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/  Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

http://www.clutteredgenius.com Cluttered Genius

http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com Evil Joy Speaks

 

My subject is…It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the time that _________. It was submitted by http://www.clutteredgenius.com Here goes: 

It was the time that I forgot that plans change and but life goes on… 

Here we were Christmas Eve, which was already bitter sweet with my sister and BIL celebrating in their new home in Texas. Yes, they relocated from NY to Texas. It all happened pretty fast and while I am happy for them, I miss my sister. Life goes on though, right? I know we will get to seem them during holidays and I plan to visit them over the summer with Dino. It’s just weird knowing that she is not a hour away anymore, but across the country. Changes happen and we must keep moving forward making new memories.

This Christmas instead of celebrating with them in their condo, like we normally do, my parents were coming up to our apartment to celebrate with us. Since my apartment is pretty small, we were all going out for a Hibachi Dinner. I am glad I didn’t cook. Why? You’ll see as you read on.

It was a fairly quiet Christmas Eve morning with Dino unusually quiet and not eating much. He said a few times he didn’t feel good, but he was still playing and rolling around like he does. I didn’t think much of it though, eventually Dino and myself get ready. He looked so handsome in a red and black plaid shirt and gray pants. Once he’s dressed he starts complaining even more that he’s sick. This is not new, for the past few weeks Dino kept saying how sick he was feeling. Soon we realized he was only sick for a short time and started milking it to stay home and hopefully have my dad come up to watch him.  One morning, I reached my limit…after complaining he was sick again I explained that Daddy and I had to go to work, Pop Pop had doctor appointments, and if he was really sick I would have to drop him off at the hospital and pick him up after work. Suddenly he was better.

Therefore when Dino kept moaning about being sick Christmas Eve morning, I thought nothing of it. I truly thought he was pretending. Then all of a sudden he got pale and started moving around like he WAS sick. I knew something was up, but before I could act he was in the bathroom throwing up all over the toilet…not much going in the toilet.  His Christmas outfit was done, the bathroom was a mess. I took care of our sick boy while Hubby cleaned up the bathroom. I called my parents to let them know the change. Sadly Dino did visit the sick bucket two times. We ordered Chinese food and I ate sparingly feeling queasy myself. It could have been in my head, but the after Christmas I was sick. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was stress, maybe it was something Dino passed on to me. I do know that I continued to feel not 100% percent better the rest of vacation.

So is life with kids during the holidays. We make plans and I forgot that nothing is set in stone.

I took for granted that my sister would always live close by…now she is too far away. I wish I had done more with her. Sadly life gets in the way and we forget what truly matters. Life goes on and I now have to save money since Dino and I do plan on visiting them in Texas for a few days over the summer.

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Love that my BIL Phil is always looking down at Anthony…too cute.

Fly on the Wall

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Fly on the Wall

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just A Little Nutty
http://themomisodes.com  The Momisodes
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com  The Sadder But Wiser Girl
http://followmehome.shellybean.com  Follow me home
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://www.menopausalmom.com/  Menopausal Mother
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com  Battered Hope
http://dinoheromommy.com/  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com Juicebox Confession
http://www.risanye.com Risa Nye
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com The Bergham’s Life Chronicles
http://www.clutteredgenius.com  Cluttered Genius

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Hubby got called to work in the morning and we had to get Dino out early for daycare. He didn’t mind but really wanted to go…there was a dusting of snow on the ground and he wanted to play. Tony was not moving fast enough for him.

“Daddy you are ruining this day.” This is something he says quite a bit…so dramatic.

THEN…I made him wait to go out to the car. He turned to look at me with anger on his face and his shoulders lifting up and down to emphasize his words. “Mommy, I’m a big boy and can do it myself.”

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My dad and hubby were talking while Dino was trying to watch a show. He started yelling, “I can’t hear.” Then he pointed to each of them. “You stop talking and you stop talking and let me watch my show.”

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My sister and BIL were getting rid of one of their couches and chest. We brought it into our house. Dino had an epic and horrific meltdown. He was screaming, sobbing, crying so hard he could barely breathe. This lasted for about ten minutes when we switched couches and twenty minutes when we switched and ottoman for the chest. Dino gets so attached to things and is quite emotional.

“I don’t like changes.”

“You are changing everything and I don’t like it.”

“You keep taking all my things.”

“I’m going to call somebody, but I don’t know who.”

I had to take a pictures of him with the ottoman before we threw it out, it didn’t matter that it was broken, he wanted to keep it forever. Of course he now LOVES the toy chest. 

please note that a few weeks later, he has forgotten abou the ottoman…so much drama over something he can’t remember.

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In reference to the toy chest, Dino came up to me while I was in the kitchen.

Dino: “I’m glad I don’t have a brother or sister because they would lock me in the chest.”

Mommy: “Yes, that’s right. An older brother or sister might sit on the chest, but it doesn’t lock. A younger brother or sister would want to climb in there with you and you would have to share the space.”

A while back he asked why we can’t have more kids so he can have a baby. I explained that our family is the three of us and we are happy. We talked about the good and bad things about having brothers and sisters. Dino said he’s happy he doesn’t have to share his toys, food, treats, and his Mommy and Daddy.

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Dino LOVES LOVES LOVES going to karate and is so proud of his black uniform and purple belt. When Sensei decides to have sparring, well Dino jumps up and down with joy. Sensei said that Dino would be a natural at sparring, not only does he know the protective stances he can take a hit and loves the contact.

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“Mommy, stop. Don’t take a picture of me watching Scooby Dooby Doo. This is my private time.”

Wonder when I get MY private time?

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Watching Ghost busters and the lead characters kiss. “Eeeeew, they are kissing. They are not married, why are they kissing?”

Daddy calmly asks him why he said that.

Dino gives Daddy a weird look, “When I watched a penguin show, he kissed her on the hand. He should have done that instead..”

I jumped in, “Yes, when you first meet someone you shouldn’t kiss on the lips. They really like each other, are adults, and want to get married, so they can kiss on the lips.”

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Dino loved putting our tree up and telling us where to put the ornaments. I don’t have the heart to change it, he worked so hard…I love our tree.

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I got Dino a new organizer for his Legos, he loves the organizers. All you could hear was grunts, growls, scream, explosions, and threats of destruction as he built and destroyed.

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Dino was NOT in the mood to have his picture taken, it’s rare, but it happens. “Oh come on, Mom. Fine you get an angry face, no smiles.”

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What would a fly on the wall hear in your home?