Merry Christmas

Actually, I'm two days late.

But  I hope your Christmas was lovely.

We get to spend the next week of a much-needed vacation with family.

All our love,

Once Upon A Bathroom Stall

Now is the time of the day when I sit down, unwind and write.

The house is quiet, but my mind is still reeling.

My brain is thinking of all the things I need to do and didn't get to today, and my body is telling me that it is going to bed.

So, Instead of being a responsible adult...

I will tell you a story.

***Warning, this may be a TMI story for some of you. But I'm tired and I really don't care***

What do you get when you combine the following:

last-minute Christmas shopping in the early A.M. (just us and all the 70-somethings)

a very silly and tired 15 month old

a tired mama.

menstruating mama (yes...this would be the TMI part)

target bathroom (full bathroom)

?????????

First of all, let me tell you that lil J bird is fascinated with the whole poop thing.

He gets very excited when someone is using the restroom because he want to help flush the toilet.

I, in an effort to be a good mama and not make poop yucky or scary, encourage, or at least, do not discourage such things.

He is also fascinated by diapers.

moving on.

Whilst in the stall of the overcrowded bathroom of said store, my son sees that I am about to sit down on the toilet.

"Poo-pooooo.....MAMA...MAMMMMAAA....POO-POO?"

Yep J bird, poo-poo

(mind you, all bathroom activities are called "poo-poo")

"Oh WOW!  wowow! mama.....

...mama...

....MAAMMAAAA....

MOMMMMMM!!"

"Yes, darling?"

"Poo-poo?"

"yep"

I am not embarrassed, not in the least.  I find my sons frankness quite hilarious.

about this time I hear snickers from beyond the stall door.

Okay...here come that TMI part again.

Whilst dealing with certain feminine hygiene issues, my son realized what I am doing.

"Mama..."

"Yes?"

"DIETER???" (diaper)

"*chuckle* yep, mama's diaper"

"UH-OH..."

(by this time J bird is yelling)

"UH-OH.....UH-OH....

Mama poo-poo....

mama DIETERRRRR!"

"yep, uh-oh"

"UH OH. Mama?"

"yes, JJ?"

"UH-OH Pooooo-poooooo....

dieter bye-bye?"

"yep, all gone"

*clap, clap, clap*

uproar of laughter from fellow bathroomers.

yay, mama did it.

and until my son knows better, he will think his mama has issues.

No humor better than a child's innocence, aye?

As for J bird, well, he's the talk of Target today!

Just ask your grandma!

Life Is A Verb, And Sometimes A Four Letter Word

So, I have been MIA, I know, but its been on purpose and I will not apologize for it.

As I've said before, I am one of those people who like to swamp myself with to-do lists around the holidays and then wonder why I'm feeling so stressed out all the time.  Its true, I do that.

So, this year, as it was taking both a physical and emotional toll on me, I decided to exclude a bunch of things from my life so it wouldn't be as hectic this last week.

And yes, so I could get some stuff done.

whoooose.

well.

a lot of those things still aren't finished (not for lack of trying), but I feel much better about not finishing them, if thats what happens.

SO...I can't really believe that its going to be Christmas soon....like....REALLY soon. wow.

It doesn't really feel like Christmas.

I take that back..

It doesn't feel like Christmas used to.  I guess all those years of the same Christmas traditions and such.  Going to the same house, eating the same food, doing the same things year after year ingrain in you more that you think.  Now I'm married and have a son and, I'll be honest, I'm still not used to the "New Christmas".

Its not bad.

Its good.

Just different.

I've only been doing this for four years....I'll get used to it someday:P

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BREAK:  child screaming because of absolute abhorrence of nap time.

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Someday he'll nap I suppose.

So anyway.

post in a nutshell:

I'm feeling better, thanks for asking!

Christmas is in 4 days so GET ON THE BALL ALREADY!

and mommy now needs a nap from trying to put the kiddo down for his nap.

the end.

Not So Technologic

(name that song)
Okay, so first off, it wasn't my fault I missed yesterday.
MY STUPID COMPUTER DIED.
I am, at this very moment, using the room sized lap top that usually sits in the back of the closet. It is less than glamorous...
Still.
Here I am.
(you should really, REALLY appreciate this post, really. It took 12 minutes to start the stupid thing!)
So right now I'm freaking out because I have a LOT of pictures on my computer that, I fear, may be lost forever.
This includes Mr. Little's first Birthday pictures.
I am holding my breath, crossing my figures, saying lots and lots of prayers and throwing salt over my shoulder!
But, alas, I fear the worst.
So let this be a lesson to you, my dears.
Always, I repeat, ALWAYS back up your pictures.
hmph.
My father-in-law and my Hubby are trying to work magic right now.
(pllleaaassseee)

Bad Elf

So.

I am contemplating moving back to my still existing blogger blog.

Don't get me wrong, I do like wordpress better,

But.

I am an artsy fartsy person who likes even things like her blog to look awesome.

I am not willing/able to spend money on a self hosted site right now and/or an upgrade.

Therefore, I'm screwed.

I would keep my wordpress though...so someday when I'm rich and ambitious I can come back.

Anyway, thinking about that.

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On a different note:

wanna know about my life right now?

Under this giant pile is what I remember to be my table.

It holds about 6 different to-be Christmas gifts.

I have three weeks till Christmas and so far EVERTHING has gotten in the way of me working on any of them!

Thinks like cleaning,

cooking,

sleeping,

cleaning some more,

eating some more,

playing with blocks (WITH my son, thank you!)

sweeping pine needles

(actually they are fir needles, but that sounds weird)

and...blogging I guess.

So if I don't write much.

(I admit it, I am being a HORRIBLE Noblopomo December contender)

Blame it on the table...

or...

er....

whats on top.

peace.

O Christmas Tree

facts:
1. Today we put up our Christmas tree
2. We barely made it to the farm before it closed
3. We were the only ones cutting down a six foot tree in the dark.
4. They were practically kicking us out.
5. Christmas trees like to make themselves difficult
6. Our house is small, our tree is big
7. Mr. little wonders why there is a shrubbery in his house.
8. Mr. little will not touch said shrubbery
9. My home smells fantastic
10. its almost 11:30, and I am not in bed yet.
look at who's trying to be all young and stuff.

Cheap Skate

Okay, so its december, and as usual I have waited till the last-minute to do anything related to Christmas presents.  I tend to do a lot of DIY christmas gifts because:

1. I like to

2. I HATE impersonal gifts and have concluded that I shall never be one of those meaningless gift card givers.

3.We, evidently, are cheap.

4. For some strange reason I would rather spend my money on groceries and not earmuffs for great-aunt Betty

(the above is, of course, figurative.  I do not, in fact, have a great-aunt Betty.  She does not exist. the end)

Anyway.

Christmas gifts.

I am overwhelmed with about 5 different projects at the moment.  There are little scraps of material everywhere.

it is making me crazy in the head.

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On a different note,

because mama has been preoccupied, Mr. little has had a lot of (supervised) alone time to play.

Today that meant he played Hide and Seek with himself.

Running to his bedroom door, Mr. Little would say "Bye Bye, Ger-Ger"

(that is what he calls himself)

and close the door.

He then waits until mama comes and rescues him by opening the door.

When I do he smiles, says "Oh, woooow." and repeats.

Who couldn't love that?

Meaningless Nothingness

I could upload cool pictures of what I've been up to today.  I could, but I'm not going to.   So you will just have to sit there and read this boring text.  My apologies.

I realized that it might sound like I've been complaining lately.  Whoopsie.  I wont, shalt, shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't, shall not no more, no!  I'll be a good mommy today.

On that note I shall tell you my daily story of my über cute little bird.  He has recently started "Going Nigh-Night" by himself.  He will grab his blankie and his cup and high-tail it for his room, where he stands there and yells at his bed till I hoist him up.  It's all a rather fun game until he realises what he has gotten himself into, changes his mind, and yells at me to get him out of that horrid place at once.

Well that's the way it usually goes, until today.

He high-tailed it and actually put himself to sleep!  Little bird only napped for a whopping 15 minutes, but that's not the point!  The point is that he actually layed down, by himself, when it wasn't even nap time!  I am still amazed!

This may seem like a very small thing, unless you know my son.  He has, from his very entrance into this world, detested sleep.  It is a miracle every time he falls asleep.  Hence my amazement.

Okay, so maybe I'm the only one who finds this fascinating.

Look!!!!

here's a picture to keep you interested in the lame post:P  who couldn't smile at this!