Fro Me To You Carnival 6.5.08

You know what I miss? Camaro Hair. It's not a mullet but a close cousin. You know; the kind of hair that guys with Camaros, Firebirds, and I-Roc Zs wore. These are the guys that listened to Boston, Skynard, and Floyd. They wore cute offs and high tops. Hubs had camaro hair back in high school, and the IRoc. His whole track and field team had it I think. Hubs rocked the camaro hair.

Fro Me To You Carnival 6.5.08

You know what I miss? Camaro Hair. It's not a mullet but a close cousin. You know; the kind of hair that guys with Camaros, Firebirds, and I-Roc Zs wore. These are the guys that listened to Boston, Skynard, and Floyd. They wore cute offs and high tops. Hubs had camaro hair back in high school, and the IRoc. His whole track and field team had it I think. Hubs rocked the camaro hair.

Wordless Wednesday

Hide and Seek...

Yes, that is a lazy susan in the kitchen...

Wordless Wednesday

Hide and Seek...

Yes, that is a lazy susan in the kitchen...

Confessions of a Naughty Mommy

Prior to my current role as Mom I was many things. I have been a corporate career woman, student, and wanna be rock star. I had my share of boyfriends; after all, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. I did things I probably won't tell my boys about; and certainly wouldn't tell daughters if I had them. If my boys bring home a girl like me I may have to keep a close eye on her. I spent many late nights, and some mornings with friend and foe alike, searching for something more. Prior to being a wife and mother there was an excitement or thrill from "that life". Your decisions only affect you. No responsibilities. Nothing to hold you to one spot. Men chase you. You play along. Now I play new games. Go fish. The "eat your dinner" game. Brush your teeth. Get in the car. Go to sleep. Your turn to get up.

Hubs and I were at the mall with the boys this weekend while it was raining. As we walked and talked I asked him if he thought I dressed my age. The question popped in my head as I watched many people the I thought did not, in fact, dress their age. You know the type; sixty years old, with a see-through gauze top on and bra underneath. How about the pre-teen with inappropriately short shorts and a barely there top.

Hub's response was that he thought I dressed older than my age. Spending the last ten years working for myself from home you will typically find me in a t-shirt and jeans or shorts, depending on the weather. Since my move back to Missouri from Florida I still don't have many closed toed shoes so I am usually in flip flops. Hubs asked where all my cute skirts went. He asked where all my high heels went. I guess I still have them but they are tucked back in the closet collecting dust. These items just don't seem conducive to digging in the rock box and looking for worms.

What else is tucked back in the closet collecting dust? What other parts of us as moms, or dads for that matter, are not seeing the light of day? I am not the same woman I was before I met Hubs, thank God. I may have thought I didn't want to get married and have kids at one point in my life but that was before I met him. All three of my "boys" make me strive to be a better person each day.

In my constant pursuit of balance, this conversation at the mall reminded me to clean out the closet every now and then, in more ways than one. It is ok for us to go to out with our "other", maybe drink a little too much and come home and do things like we did before we were married and our names were mommy or daddy. It is ok for us to get a little crazy and use the "family" bathroom together at the Southwest Florida Airport. I wonder how others are "dusting off" things in their closet?

Confessions of a Naughty Mommy

Prior to my current role as Mom I was many things. I have been a corporate career woman, student, and wanna be rock star. I had my share of boyfriends; after all, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. I did things I probably won't tell my boys about; and certainly wouldn't tell daughters if I had them. If my boys bring home a girl like me I may have to keep a close eye on her. I spent many late nights, and some mornings with friend and foe alike, searching for something more. Prior to being a wife and mother there was an excitement or thrill from "that life". Your decisions only affect you. No responsibilities. Nothing to hold you to one spot. Men chase you. You play along. Now I play new games. Go fish. The "eat your dinner" game. Brush your teeth. Get in the car. Go to sleep. Your turn to get up.

Hubs and I were at the mall with the boys this weekend while it was raining. As we walked and talked I asked him if he thought I dressed my age. The question popped in my head as I watched many people the I thought did not, in fact, dress their age. You know the type; sixty years old, with a see-through gauze top on and bra underneath. How about the pre-teen with inappropriately short shorts and a barely there top.

Hub's response was that he thought I dressed older than my age. Spending the last ten years working for myself from home you will typically find me in a t-shirt and jeans or shorts, depending on the weather. Since my move back to Missouri from Florida I still don't have many closed toed shoes so I am usually in flip flops. Hubs asked where all my cute skirts went. He asked where all my high heels went. I guess I still have them but they are tucked back in the closet collecting dust. These items just don't seem conducive to digging in the rock box and looking for worms.

What else is tucked back in the closet collecting dust? What other parts of us as moms, or dads for that matter, are not seeing the light of day? I am not the same woman I was before I met Hubs, thank God. I may have thought I didn't want to get married and have kids at one point in my life but that was before I met him. All three of my "boys" make me strive to be a better person each day.

In my constant pursuit of balance, this conversation at the mall reminded me to clean out the closet every now and then, in more ways than one. It is ok for us to go to out with our "other", maybe drink a little too much and come home and do things like we did before we were married and our names were mommy or daddy. It is ok for us to get a little crazy and use the "family" bathroom together at the Southwest Florida Airport. I wonder how others are "dusting off" things in their closet?

Bedtime Stories

I asked Little Man to tell me a bedtime story.

I brought a mean black haired bunny inside the house
He jumped on the table and then pooped in my helicopter
He then pooped on your leg and jumped on your head
We had to cut him out of your hair like bubble gum
Then we put him in the train bank

Much like trying to interpret a dream, I am a little scared to interpret this story. After dinner I mentioned to Little Man that there was a bunny in the backyard. Little Man's favorite color is black, mainly because anything that is chocolate is black and he loves chocolate as much as I do. Little Man loves to talk about poop; we actually created a bedtime game called "poop". He was also playing with his helicopter right before bed. Little Man likes to play with and brush my hair. He also likes to chew gum but knows not to swallow it. Little Man has a little silver train bank on his night stand; when I asked him what we do with the bunny once he is out of my hair he looked around and said "hmmm, put him in the train bank".

Based on my interpretation, Little Man is just using his imagination. Right?

I know, now you want to know how to play the poop game. Rather than make things seem taboo in our house; we tend to play them off. Why make a big deal out of something when you know they will go on and on and on and on. As I mentioned before Little Man went through a phase where he liked to say the word poop. Brother has poop! Pooping pants! Poop in the pants! I have to poop! Poopy pie! On and on and on.

One night during the bedtime routine Little Man was getting a little wound up and said something about turkey poop with cheese on it. This was so long ago I can not interpret why he put this together. So began the poop game. Turkey poop with cheese. Banana covered monkey poop. Ice cream covered green beans. See, I try to steer the weirdness a little. It is really just one of our silly bedtime games. I might share others with you all if I haven't scared you off.

Sweet dreams.