I’LL GET AN UNINTERRUPTED SHOWER SOMEDAY
Yesterday afternoon, after my son and I had been out-and-about all day long,
I was hot, and sweaty, and dirty.
He was content playing in our office/playroom (every room in our house has become some sort of playroom) just off the kitchen. This room was originally designed to be a spare bedroom (I think) so it has a full bathroom attached to it.
So I did what any good mother would do and told my son while he was playing with his Leapfrog reader and other cool games, that I was going to take a quick shower.
‘This is perfect,’ I thought. I’ll be able to hear him if he needs anything. I won’t be upstairs in the shower. I’ll be right in the attched bathroom.
So I get undressed upstairs quickly, put on a robe and come back down; my son is still playing contently.
I get in the shower;
bathing- done,
shaving my legs- done.
I put a ton of shampoo/conditioner in my hair (the 2-in-1 kind because, after all, us mothers have to be quick taking care of ourselves), no sooner did i do this, that I hear the pitter-patter of little feat into the bathroom…
I heard the toilet seat go up.
“Are you going pee-pee?” I asked.
“No, BM” My son said.
I worked through the stuff on my head at a turbo speed. Okay, I’m rinsing, I have tons of suds in my eyes.
“Mommy, you need to get out of the shower!”
“Why honey?” (I’m stalling while furiously trying to rinse my hair)
“I need you to wipe my bottom”
“Okay, hold on.”
“Mommy, I need you.”
I jumped out of the shower, still a little sudsy, and simultaneously put on my robe, got a Kando wipe, wiped his bottom and helped him pull up his underwear.
“Thanks Mommy.”
“No problem, sweetheart.”
“Mommy, I still see bubbles in your hair. You tell me that I have to rinse off well when I take a bath. I think you better get back in the shower and rinse off better.”
“Thanks… I will.”
And he trots out of the bathroom back to his games; it never occurs to him that I interrupted my shower to wipe BM from his bottom.
ahhhhhhhhhh
Maybe this weekend I’ll get an uninterrupted shower; I can dream can’t I?
CARTOONS DON’T MAKE SENSE!
It’s summer and most of the time my little guy and I are outside, at the pool, or at the park. But running around outside all day is fairly exhausting to me, so my 4-year-old usually needs some down time in the late afternoon.
The other day we turned on WordWorld, a wonderful show that teaches children how to read, plus it’s pretty clever and cute.
So we’re watching it, leaning back on our couch and it occurred to me that the dog on WordWorld is the only animal that can’t talk; the duck can talk, the bear, even the frog and the ant can talk.
An insect can talk but not the poor dog?
And then I thought, “Dogs can never talk on cartoons, they are everybody’s, even other animals’ pets…
Why is that?”
Oswald the Octopus has a pet dog that can’t talk… His friend Daisy can talk and she’s a PLANT!
And I’m not even acknowledging the fact that Oswald lives on land and not in the sea.
Pluto is another dog that can’t talk… and his owner is a mouse,
granted, a very famous mouse, but still, just a mouse.
Poor Pluto, he is also the only cartoon dog to be subjected to being in the same cartoon with
the only dog in cartoon land that can talk and wears clothes– GOOFY!
How must Pluto feel? Why isn’t Goofy a pet?
The inconsistencies in cartoons are maddening;
Maybe not maddening, but definitely annoying.
Seriously, Dora and Diego’s parents let them run all over the place on adventures with monkeys and baby jaguars.
And speaking of parents, where are Max and Ruby’s parents? No wonder Ruby gets so annoyed with Max, she’s basically raising him by herself… and I think she’s supposed to be about 8!
And while we are on the subject, Madam Butterfly (on Oswald the Octopus) is the only main character on that show that has a job,
AND SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER. She’s always in a good mood too. She has a kind word for anybody and everybody…
Maybe cartoons are more accurate than I first thought.
Or maybe I need a hobby.
Or maybe I need to pick up a book and read it, instead of watching cartoons for 4-year-olds.
After all, I remember thinking when I was a kid how wonderful it would be if I could find the ‘real’ Sesame Street… monsters and all.
‘Come and play, everything’s A, Okay. On my way to where the air… is… clean.
Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?’
An abbreviated version of this ‘rant’ can be read over at DC Metro Moms.
VERY COOL KARMA
On our way home from a delightful trip to Hershey Park, we stopped at one of the few Roy Rogers I’ve seen.
It was in Thurmont, MD. If you think about going to Hershey Park…Go! It has lots of rides for all age groups and the drive from DC is EASY !!!!!
So we went into Roy Rogers and I ordered for our family as ‘my guys’ sat down. I noticed the teenager who was taking my order was named Nicole.
“My name is Nicole too,” I said.
We both smiled and she asked me if I spell it with an ‘h'; I told her no,
“That’s cool, I hate when people spell it with an ‘h’.”
“Me too.” I laughed.
Then she got out a little milk carton to accompany my son’s kids meal…
I looked at it and said,
“You’re not going to believe this but my last name is CROWLEY.” Just like the milk.
I’m interpreting this as VERY COOL KARMA…
or at least a very cool coincidence…
No, I’m going with the VERY COOL KARMA thing,
Happy Monday!
A POST FOR NEW AND EXPECTANT MOMS…
LOOK OVER HERE at New Mom Central. I’m the guest blogger right now and have written this post entitled,
Listen To Your Baby.
Hope it helps or at least is a good reminder to you about motherhood.
Happy Summer !
It will be up until Friday.
THINK ABOUT IT
“20 YEARS FROM NOW,
you will be more disappointed by the things you DIDN’T DO
than by the ones you did do.”
– Mark Twain
WHAT I LEARNED AT THE BEACH FROM 6 BOYS
We had a beautiful July 4th weekend down at the beach.
Friends of ours invited us down to their Bethany Beach house. They have 5 boys… the last two are ages 2 and 3. Our son is 4. Needless to say, there was always something going on and I was reminded of how important schedules are.
Yes, the mom of these 5 boys is a super woman… and she’s running a half-marathon soon (like she doesn’t every day). I could talk for hours about that,
but I want to share with you what I learned at the beach this past weekend…
from our friends’ 5 sons and our own.
1. When little boys run around the beach all day,
they go to sleep with no problems and sleep very soundly.
2. It’s really nice to share.
3. All boys love chocolate milk… and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
4. No matter the age of the boy, he understands more than you may think.
5. When you pay attention to someone (younger than yourself) for even just a moment and listen to them-
Everyone is happier and
Everyone is the better for it.
And lastly, I learned the amount of orange juice you go through is incredible.
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!
Happy Independence Day!
May you enjoy great barbecues,
Have fun trips to the pool,
And great weather this weekend…
We’re off to the beach!
MY LITTLE GREEN EFFORT
In my home office/playroom I have 2 stacks of paper…
one is brand new paper,
the other is paper that I’ve already used on 1 side.
When I’m printing stuff out just for me,
directions or drafts,
recipes or reference numbers-
I use the ‘already used’ paper.
This doesn’t seem huge at first, but the amount of paper and money I’ve saved is pretty incredible!
With all due respect to Kermit the Frog- It is easy being green.
FOR SANITY… DO MATH
Being around little ones all day has a lot of benefits…
But there are some downsides, like getting a silly song stuck in your head. Many, many times I’ve found myself cooking dinner or folding laundry just to realize that I’m singing in my head,
“Laurie’s got a pig on her head” or
“F is for Fun, F is for Fun… “ (I don’t mind that one, I love that song!).
I bring you an answer! My husband read recently that a tried and true way to get a song out of your head is to…
DO MATH!
Next time your have some song in your head that’s annoying, just start doing math:
1+1 = 2,
2+2 = 4,
1,826 + 3,677 = 5,503 (okay, I used a calculator for that one),
8+8 = 16.
It just takes a minute and your mind will be clear…
Ahhh, Sanity 
BABY STEPS INTO THE 21ST CENTURY OF BLOGGING
You may notice, if you glance to your left, that I am a contributor to DC Metro Moms. It’s a great site and worth clicking over to.
Previously, you couldn’t click over to DC Metro Moms from the button to your left,
BUT YOU CAN NOW!
In fact, now when you click on the DC Metro Mom icon on my page (you know, to your left),
you will go to my archives and be able to read every blog post I’ve ever written for them
(lucky you).
Please also do just one more click,
once you’re over there,
to their home page,
where depending on who is posting that day, you can also read about-
potty training,
losing baby weight,
choosing a preschool,
doing a date night with your spouse,
and a million other things.
Check it out!
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I Was In The 2012 Show !
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Nicole’s Book
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