Friday, May 20, 2011

W: Mommy- I don't like the letter W anymore. I need a new name. I like the letters R, N, and S. Please choose one for me that starts with one of those letters.
Me: Hmmm... How about Rick? That starts with R.
W: Yeah... I like Rick. Call me Rick from now on.

Friday, May 13, 2011

W: Mommy.. when it's your anniversary, I will bring you presents. I'm going to buy you a pink lawnmower so you can do the yardwork and daddy can sit inside where it's cool.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

W: M is for mug. Like a coffee mug... 'cept without the coffee.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Chance the crazy dog

Chance... dear sweet Chance. I can always count on him to be my morning wake up call when I least want it.

We have to baby gate Chance in the bedroom at night, or else he will feast on a midnight snack consisting of crayons, Kleenex, and an occasional children's toy.  Heaven forbid you leave food out...

I settled in one night when the husband was deployed with my laptop, a glass of wine and a good movie. As with most nights back then, I had to get up at least a dozen times to put the kiddo back to bed. One of those times, I came back to see that my entire glass of wine was gone, and the dog sat comfortably and smugly in the armchair in my bedroom. He knew that was the last bit of wine and he enjoyed every drop of it. Lesson learned.

You'll be happy to know that Chance is now back on the wagon and alcohol free. His sponsor says he has real potential.


Every morning around the same time, I wake up and savor the last remaining seconds of silence that I will experience for the rest of the day. In 5...4...3...2...1.... "Mommy!!" and we're done.
The kid is awake, therefore the dog is now awake. Chance is a master at getting you out of bed in the mornings. This dog will not take no for an answer. I am not a morning person. Chance and I are working this out. I see counseling in our future.

He will alternate between bouncing about 2 feet in the air at the side of my bed and running to the baby gate until I have finally had enough and drag myself out of bed. So, I walk to the baby gate and Chance begins his wind-up. As soon as I remove the gate, like clockwork, he zips through the living room, hits the wood floor and slides into the kitchen, screeching to a stop inches from his food bowl. This is my morning routine.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Welcome to my blog

Hi and welcome. I am new to the blogging experience, so bear with me while I learn. My goal is to keep track of the funny, crazy, disgusting and just plain weird things that happen in my life. I may throw some recipes or other useful things in from time to time as well. Happy reading!