All about the life of a work from home mom. I'll share the crazy things my son says, some funny stories, recipes, and well... whatever I want. Cause it's my blog.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
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.
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!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
W got his Easter basket full of plastic eggs with candy. I told him that he was not to eat the candy until after dinner. He informed me that he just wanted to look at the eggs. Ok fine.
A few minutes later, I walk into the room, and I see chocolate smeared across his face. I assumed he'd eaten a peice or two, so I took the basket away.
Later that evening, my husband and I were emptying the eggs for future use, and this is what we found:
He had taken a bite of every peice in the basket.
A few minutes later, I walk into the room, and I see chocolate smeared across his face. I assumed he'd eaten a peice or two, so I took the basket away.
Later that evening, my husband and I were emptying the eggs for future use, and this is what we found:
He had taken a bite of every peice in the basket.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Busted!
We've had a problem with W getting out of bed at night at sitting on the top of the stairs to watch tv.
One particular night, my husband and I sat down to watch a documentary about Grizzly Bears. Don't ask me why, that's another blog for another time.
Anyway, the next morning at breakfast, W informs us that they make trash cans that bears can not get into.
Husband: "Oh really? How did you know that? Were you watching the tv last night?"
W: "Uh... no. I have super hearing. I could hear it from my bed."
Me: "Are you sure you want to stick with that story?"
Several hours later, he came clean that he'd been watching from the top of the stairs.
One particular night, my husband and I sat down to watch a documentary about Grizzly Bears. Don't ask me why, that's another blog for another time.
Anyway, the next morning at breakfast, W informs us that they make trash cans that bears can not get into.
Husband: "Oh really? How did you know that? Were you watching the tv last night?"
W: "Uh... no. I have super hearing. I could hear it from my bed."
Me: "Are you sure you want to stick with that story?"
Several hours later, he came clean that he'd been watching from the top of the stairs.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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