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She is unamused.  I am thinking her train of thought was going something like this… “would you get that damn thing out of my face so I can get back to my nap!” I left out the expletives.  LOL

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Daisy making sure there isn’t anything suspicious in Monk’s ear

The romper says “Cow Tipper in Training – Wisconsin” LOVE IT!

Defiance

I walk away for 5 seconds and he climbs up ON TOP of my desk.

So what does any good Mama do? Grab her camera of course.  LOL

(and yes that is a baby gate hiding protecting the wire city that lives under my desk.)

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I *am* a judgmental bitch…

I like to believe that I am not a judgmental person, but even according to my husband, I apparently am.  *shrug*

So it occurred to me today upon reading a blog of a fellow Mommy that I am judgmental about one thing for sure.  I am judgmental of other Mom’s.  All Mom’s, even my own.  From blog Mom’s, to Mom’s I know in person, to random Mom’s I see in the grocery store.  No Mom is safe.  Nope, not even YOU.

For example, I am judgmental of the Mom in the checkout line of the grocery store the other day.  Her adorable little boy was looking back and smiling at me and when she noticed, she SMACKED the crap out of the back of that kids head and said “How many times I got to tell you! Quit starin’ at that white lady!” <– Honest to Bob direct quote people.  Serious.

Like… I don’t even have the words.  But one thing that *did* cross my mind at that very moment?  Grabbing that kid and asking him to come live with me.  Ayup.  I should have done it too.  Bet he would have said yes.

So what did I do?  Cause I am a judgmental bitchy bitch?  I looked at Monkey who was sitting in the cart in front of me and said “Don’t you worry son, Mommy will NEVER treat you like that.  I promise.” And expecting her to turn around and kick my ass, I braced myself, and all she did was shift her weight to the other foot.  Like all obvious and ohmygod like.  You know what I mean?  And then I got walked out by a guy grocer in case she was waiting to run me over in the parking lot.  LOL

But I do judge other Mom’s.  I see things that they do and decide if those things are something I want to do or how to do it better or different.  And this is not to say that I don’t learn some great things from really terrific mothers, because I do!  Lots!  But regardless of whether they are good things or bad things, I judge them.  I judge whether or not they are things that I deem appropriate for my family and my parenting.  I weigh the positives and the negatives and make a decision either way.

I am sooooo judgmental about Moms.  And I am actually totally ok with this.  It makes me a better mother.  It forces me to try at think of all of the things that I wouldn’t think of if I wasn’t a judgmental crazy lady.

Call me what you want, but I am totally ok with it.  *nod*

Oh!

I saw this today because Molly aka: my FAVORITE photographer of all effing time posted it on her Facebook.  She rocks.  (You MUST check out her website Luminaire Images.  She is my inspiration.)

Ok…watch this because it totally made me cry.  I am such an emotional weenie lately.  (It’s pretty pathetic actually) but watch watch watch!!

Are you judgmental?  What is something that you have been judgmental about?  How did you/do you deal with it?

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Oscarelli: Gang Signs

Have you ever been sitting in traffic and had your foot on the brake so long that suddenly you are afraid you aren’t pushing hard enough?  And that at any minute your foot might fall asleep and you will crash into the car in front of you?  And all the sudden your leg starts to shake and you start to think “Oh my god I am going to cream the car in front of me and we aren’t even moving!” No?  Oh, ok, maybe it’s just me.

You know how some days you look in the mirror and you think “eh Christ, today I look like shit! Gah!” and then the rest of the day you feel like it’s totally your ‘Ugly’ Day?  Yeah, well I have been doing that every day for the last like 2 years.  I am thinking of removing the mirrors from my house.

That would be most rough on Monkey though, because that boy LOVES to look at himself.  He even flirts with himself.  It’s so hilarious.  And it’s not just mirrors, it’s ANY reflection.  He sees himself in the TV and he will run by staring at himself laughing.  And run back again.  Over and over.  He is nuts.

I had a dream Friday night that I was having an ultrasound performed and I said to the tech, “Hey! There are two babies!” and she said “oh well look at that! There sure is! Looks like twins!”

And that’s all I can remember.  That and that when I was looking at the ultrasound monitor, the babies looked like a drawing and not like a sonograph picture.  Very weird.

But I can’t get it out of my head.  Are twins in our future?   I am trying not to get my hopes up.  But we are going to try again, with our doctors go ahead, on my next cycle.  Which should be right about Christmas day if I am calculating right.  Actually, I would start injections Christmas eve.  IF of course my body does what it is supposed to do.  With the help of all the drugs they are giving me of course. *grin*

I don’t want to get my hopes up but my gut says that I will get pregnant.  That of course leads into the next question… will I stay pregnant this time.  PCOS is such a beast.  GRRR *Pout*.

Hubby was gone all weekend on a fishing trip and I took the opportunity to start redoing our house.  Since it appears that we are going to be here for a while and not heading home to Colorado like I had hoped, I have decided to make some changes around here.  For starters, I want to redo our living room.  Our furniture is old and it is starting to feel like you are sitting on marble, not on a soft squishy couch.  I am going to miss it but… not that much. 

I am also going to start redecorating other parts of the house.  Like Monkey’s room and the master bedroom.  I can’t paint because we rent, but I am going to get some paint out and touch up some of the nicks and marks that we have put on the walls.  And by *we* I mean *the boys*!

This weekend I started reorganizing all over the house.  I am Queen of the Label Maker.  All Hail Label Maker.  Amen.

So I labeled the kitchen cupboards and some of my office stuff so far.

I also decided that I had enough of those damn ants.  So, I actually sprayed some bug spray. *gasp*  I know, I know.  They may move elsewhere, but I am going to take my chances!!  Those little nasty shits have spent enough time in my house!  I am fed UP!  And so far it seems to have worked.

I am seriously considering calling the Bug Killer Owner Guy and chewing him out.  I paid him $70 and all I got were bugs!  I went to Walmart and spent $3.95 and my ant problem is solved.  Ponder that!

For some reason I am addicted to 80’s music the last week or so.  I can’t get enough.  And as luck would have it, we have an 80’s radio station here.  Awesome!  And even MORE lucky is the fact that Monkey LOVES it!!  He dances all over the room.  It’s so cute!!  I am trying to get a video of him.

It’s weird though, because for a Photographers kid, he is oddly camera shy.  *shrug*

Well, I am ALLLLLL about the lame blogs lately, aren’t I?

 

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Six inch, Ramen, Cheesy “Not Me” Monday!

It is time for another “Not me” Monday. Time where I make it clear the things that did Not happen to me in the last week.  Feel free to click on the link above to read other “Not Me” Confessionals… errr… Not really. 

It was not me who took my kid out first thing in the morning to get a pick me up Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte.   It was then totally not me who stopped to chat with the neighbor and then lied to the neighbor when he asked “are those your sleep clothes?” by saying “no, ahem, they are just our lounge clothes” ignoring the fact that be surely noticed the sheep on my pajama pants and the footie pajamas on Monkey.  That is something I would NEVER do!

It was not me who let Monkey eat Cup-o-Noodles and Cheese Balls* exclusively because I didn’t want to listen to him scream and pitch a fit.  But it was not Monkey who was trying to mimic me after watching me blow on his noodles to cool them off.

He did this between each bite.  It was SO CUTE!!

*Yes, Carma, we are still eating the same batch of Cheese Balls that I bought how long ago?? HaHa

It was not me that tried for 20 minutes, through screams, kicking and crying to try and put a monkey costume on my Monkey perhaps just for the photo op.

In my defense, this pic was actually taken when we got the costume a month or so ago.  He obviously loved it just as much then as he did on Halloween.  Yay for Monkey Costume!

So I guess it was not me who finally gave up and just went to Johnny Carino’s instead.  And it was not me who let Monkey have spaghetti at Johnny Carino’s even though I knew it would end up all over everything and the busboy would be cursing me when we left.

nom nom nom nom nom

It was not me who was giggling while Hubby was getting a 6 inch Q-tip shoved up his nose to test him for the flu.  And it was not me who decided to document this moment for him forever and ever.

So cute, isn’t he?  He always sticks his tongue out at cameras.  Paparazzi and all.

Oh and it is sooooo not me who is PRAYING so hard that I don’t have to get the same Q-Tip treatment if this cold doesn’t go away. *gulp*

It was not me who stayed in bed this morning for an extra 30 minutes even though I could see Monkey on the monitor pulling EVERYTHING out of the dresser drawers.  But hey, 30 minutes is 30 minutes y’all.  Don’t judge.

What things were not you this week?

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