Real Ant Farms Have Dirt...

So the other night, after a Geo-Caching adventure, The Hubster and J noticed tons of Queen Ants flying around.

For a while now they've been blabbing about an Ant Farm, but I guess when you send away for the ants, you don't get a Queen.

So they collected one or two and are keeping them in some Temp housing outside.

SO despite the fact that I had 8 million errands to run today (I was basically gone from the house from 10am-3pm!) I made a point to run to TRU to find an Ant farm from them. I got the LAST and ONLY one they had.


My ever grateful 6 y/o showed it to her Dad, and then started BAWLING. "It's GROSS!" "Look at the BACK?!" "It looks FAKE!"

I'm apparently an idiot, cause i'm failing to see the problem here.... I said, It's gel, all the Ant farms are gel now!

In between sobs, she tells me "REAL (sob) Ant farms (sob) have DIRT! (sob)"

OY VEY!

I informed her fine, I will just take it back then. Fortunately for both of us, her Dad was then ready to take her and her Sister on another adventure, so hopefully he's talked some sense into her by the time they get home.

Yeah I'm SOOOO looking forward to the teen years! :-P

DONE

Done Done Done

D-O-N-E Done

Done Diddy Done Diddy Done Done Done


Someone hand this Momma her time card, she wants to clock out!


It wasn't even really that horrible of a day, really. Maybe it's cause it's Friday. I had to run some errands. I didn't feel like going but I went. Ava slept through two of them. Ten minutes into our Sams Club errand, I started having some intestinal distress. That was fun with J blabbing on an old cell phone to her imaginary friend, while Ava tried to stuff TP between my bottom and the toilet all while flushing for me.

Someone tell me one day I'll actually get to potty in peace, please? lol

So I'm hot, tired and not feeling well and Ava's being a toddler, and J's whining about playing Webkinz and I just want Ava to take a nap, but she won't.

The hubster comes home, and I look at him and I'm like.. I'm done. I want to be done being Mommy today. He said "Good luck with that" LOL

So after supper I'm feeling similar to how I felt in Sams Club today, only the minute I sit on the potty, Ava starts pointing to it, blabbing about "Elmo" (we have a Sesame Street soft potty seat thing) and saying "sit sit sit".

Yay.

She wants to sit on the potty, and she wants to do it NOW. So I take her to the other bathroom and set her up there, only she doesn't want me to leave and she's busy taking paper off the roll and stuffing it in the potty while saying "poo poo poo poo".

At this point I really need to get back on the potty.

So I grab her and the big potty chair and we head back into the master bathroom.


Things seems to be going pretty well at this point, I'm thinking. I'm where I need to be, she pushes her chair to where she wants it to be... she backs up, and sits down. We're good!

Nope, she's getting up...

She's walking into the shower.

She's now standing, naked from the waist down, in the shower, pee streaming down between her legs, saying "uh oh, poo poo, uh oh".

Greeeaaat.

here's a simple multiple choice question for you...


Your Toddler is standing in the shower, peeing, saying "uh oh, poo poo, uh oh".... what does she do next?

A.) Bend over and play in it, rubbing it all around the shower floor with both hands, while exclaiming "oh-oh"?

B.) Stomp in the puddle with both feet?

C.) Bend down and lick said puddle?

D.) All of the above.



All this while I'm stuck where I'm at, yelling for the hubster who can't hear me because he's down here, tv on, a/c running.

THAT led to shower #2 of the day.

Showering is a whole 'nother circus act. Involving a certain toddler getting in and out multiple times, playing peek-a-boo with the curtain while soaking the floor of the bathroom, and coming into the shower, wearing her towel.

So yeah, someone clock me out, I am D-O-N-E!

eye, eye, eye

eye teeth.

UGH.

Someone mentioned not too long ago that when their baby cut their eye teeth, it was MUCH worse than when they cut their molars.

Worse than molars, I think? NO WAY.

Yeah, famous last thoughts...

So if you see a disheveled woman, with 2 kids, walking around like a zombie with a caribou cooler in hand, mumbling something about teeth and sleep and nursing babies, that'd be me.

My Dogs are driving me to Drink!

So last night... the dogs are out in the yard. Ava was boobin' and half asleep. The Hubster was, uhhhh .... otherwise occupied. ;) They were out in the yard for a bit, not too long. At one point Buddy barked and I yelled at him to "Be Quiet" from our bedroom. lol

So Hubster is available before I am, and goes to let the dogs in. Only, he only finds Buddy out there. He's like, did you let Dottie out too? I told him I was pretty sure I had. He can't find her. I asked if her looked under the deck. Yep, he did. She wasn't there. Now, keep in mind we have a 6ft cedar fence with padlocks on the gates. There's no where for her to go.

By this point, Ava's asleep in the bed and I'm out on the deck. I'm looking around, when in the faaaar corner I see there is some chewed up fence and a small hole.

I'm like, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... look over there! Little Miss Houdini chewed a hole in the bottom of t he fence and got out!!

He found her across the street in the neighbors yard, but UGH!

At least it was before 5pm, so I was able to call the fence place and get on the schedule for them to come out and replace the boards. Bah.

Oh and keep poor Buddy in your thoughts today. He's off in a bit for the ole' sinpperoo surgery. :-P

Get over yourself

So, several weeks ago, the Hubster comes home from work with a surprise for me. He found out there was a local production of Grease going on in town. He purchased tickets for us to go to a Sunday Matinee, as a late Mother's Day gift. He knows that Grease is one of my all time favorites.

Now granted, taking a 16 month old to a play is a challenge. However being that it was Sunday Matinee, I think ok, no problem.

I grew up in suburban NJ, just outside of NYC. If you were taking your kids to a play it was... on Sunday afternoon. I don't know if it's just me or not, but I always assumed it was standard. You don't really take young children out to the evening show, for a variety of reasons, but if you go to a Sunday Matinee, expect to see children.

Ava was a bit fidgety, She hadn't had much of a nap. All things considered we thought she did really well. I had to nurse her a bit. Had we been sitting on one of the ends of the rows, I may have considered getting up and discretely taking her out. As it was, we were seated smack in the middle, with at least 6 people on either side of us. I figured it would be far more disruptive to get up in the middle of an act, carrying a screaming baby, and making 6 people stand up than it would be for her to cry for 10 seconds while got her situated to nurse.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. AFTER the the play was over, we were accosted by the Director. She cornered us saying she had at least 25 complaints, and some of those were from the actors. She said she recommends only children over the age of 7 come to plays. JUST as we were getting ready to apologize to her she said in a very egocentric, snotty tone "I am APPALLED that you did not take THAT CHILD out of the theatre".

Had I been able to absorb what she said in that moment, I would've had a lot more to say to her.

I really have a hard time believing that THAT many people complained and she did NOTHING about it. I also have a hard time believing that the actors were complaining as well. If you can't act through a little bit of disruption in the audience you have a problem. It's not like she was screaming non-stop for 30 minutes. Her worst episode lasted maybe 30 seconds, at best.

I'm pretty sure the theatre itself will be getting a call tomorrow. We want to find out of this is the theatres' policy or just this woman on an ego trip. Especially since the Hubsters employer is a sponsor for that particular theatre. The Hubsters employer prides themselves on being Family Friendly. I'm sure they will be interested to know just how we were treated by this organization.

NOWHERE does it say don't bring children. In fact the ticket prices are set for "All Ages."

We love community theatre. When we lived in MN, we frequented our local one. Here in SD, they are always talking about how they need support and people to come see the plays. We were happy to help and be entertained. Until this.

I mean, honestly. Someone tell me if I'm in the wrong here.

Had someone come up to us at some point during the 2.5 hour performance and said the baby was disturbing the other patrons and could they help us to find a place outside the theatre to take her, I would've been MORE than happy to oblige.

There was a 15 minute intermission. did anyone say anything then?

Hell, if someone is disruptive at the movie theatre, they ask you to leave. So this all came as a complete shock. The people next to use weren't annoyed. In fact the saint of a man was smiling and talking to Ava.

It's a MATINEE people. Get over yourselves.

Where's Cyndi??

Yeah so I was kinda MIA yesterday. Ava had a bad night on Monday, and I got little to no sleep. I was pretty much a walking zombie on Tuesday.

I finally chased the pounding headache away thanks to 3 ibuprofen and 2 diet cokes. Most of the afternoon was a blur of trying to keep sick-girl happy. She finally had a late nap, but then didn't go to sleep until almost 9pm.

So ya, it was a loooooooooooooooooooooong day.

I was going to post more about today, but someone is screaming at my feet, and I need to make supper.

Quick!

someone remind me how cute and adorable my baby is!! It's almost 4:30pm. She's had NO nap to speak of.

I haven't managed to get a shower in either.

Hopefully Eric should be home in a bit.

Actually there he is now! YAY!