Pajama Day

I pulled a Pajama Day today. Not THAT kind of Pajama day. You know the,

"I'm not going to do anything all day" Pajama Day. It was more like a "I'm too busy cleaning, cooking and taking care of kids to even get a chance to change out of my pajamas" Pajama Day.

Liz, I love your kids and am thrilled you guys got to do something fun for your anniversary, but I'm not going to lie... I am worn out!

And now it's 10pm and I'm going to go take a shower and put on some clean pajamas =)

those fishy lips make it all worth it!

TV Tokens

Duncan's third Birthday is looming and it looks like I will most definitely be the mom of a diapered 3 year old. I had this great idea to use T.V. as incentive for using the potty. I got a bag of pennies and called them T.V. tokens. Then I found a jar and put a sign on it that reads,

"T.V. Tokens 5 tokens = 1 show"

He can earn tokens for going potty as well as for cleaning up toys, sleeping in his OWN bed, getting dressed all by himself and other "big boy" stuff. After a few days of this token system Duncan hasn't really progressed one bit toward being potty trained, but he has learned math. I noticed that Duncan could tell me how many more tokens he needed to get to 5. I thought I would take it a bit further. I explained to him about "plus" and "minus" and then started quizzing him. I kept the numbers under 5 and to my SHOCK, he could do these simple little math problems.

Is it just me or is this AMAZING? I'm sorry if anyone takes this the wrong way, but this kid is really smart. I think he was born smart. I mean, what nearly 3 year old can read and do math? I just have to figure out how to keep him interested and motivated. And how to teach him to pee in the toilet (a much more useful skill for a 3 year old).

Backside

So, after living without a full length mirror, I mean living without even a 2/3 length mirror for almost 2 years, it's a bit alarming being in a home with so many opportunities to see so much of myself. I had no idea how similar Finlay and I look from behind.

A Must See

I was scanning the guide on the TV and noticed this description of the Lifetime movie, "A Boyfriend for Christmas."

A young girl tells Santa that she wants a boyfriend for Christmas and 19 years later he comes into her life carrying a Christmas Tree.

Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?

A Moment to Say Thank You!!

*thank you for spending your summer days with me, chatting and chasing kids

*thank you for loving my kids and always being willing to help whether it be for a few minutes or few hours.

*thank you for the meals.

*thank you for lifting heavy stuff for us.

*thank you for the pot lucks and picnics and lunches in the park.

*thank you for play dates and preschool.

*thank you for your sister's hand-me-down clothes and buddy passes.

*thank you for the eggs, cups of flour, lemon juice, soy sauce and whatever other ingredients I happened to be missing.

*thank you for your instruction.

*thank you for your example.

*thank you for your sweet little ones.

*thank you for 2 fantastic years!

I'm Making a List and Forgetting to Check it

A To-Do list that is. Amidst all the stress of moving, cleaning, sewing project, kids etc. I have completely lost my brain. Below is a list of a few of the things that I can remember doing or not doing this past week.

On Sunday I was trying to tell the new Primary President stuff about the calling. I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally after spacing out for a few minutes all I could say was, "Read the handbook."

Every load of laundry has been washed twice. I forgot about them until they got so smelly they needed another wash.

I threw away a total of about 2 lbs of chicken breast. I put them in the fridge to defrost and forgot about them until they went bad.

Ok...I know there are more but...funny....I can't seem to remember......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Somehow I've still managed to keep these two alive.

What year is it again?

2009? Really? Because I find it hard to believe that it's almost 2010 and we haven't found a better way for plantar wart removal. I should probably be too embarrassed to discuss the topic but...I'm not. This suspicious little thing has been hurting so bad the past few weeks. I had to wear Crocs to the mall. I already felt like a frumpy dumpy mom and completely out of place. The Crocs, I'm sure were the convincing footwear for anyone who might have thought I might have been cool once.

So, I finally made an appointment with a Family Doctor. He tells me that they need to shoot liquid nitrogen on the wart to freeze it out. Ok, I can take a bit of pain. Then he says that in a few hours a huge blister will form and I'll have to walk on this blister, which will hurt. Ok...a little bit more pain. I can handle it. Then he says that this will last a WEEK. Ok, now I'm getting confused. A WEEK? And then he says after a few more weeks I need to come back and do it all over again. Alright, alright...this has to be a joke. 2010? Really? It's going to take weeks of some serious pain and discomfort to get rid of a freakin' wart? Anyway, I'm in the "waiting for a blister" stage. You wouldn't believe the pain. Now, when someone asks why I'm limping I'll have to gross them out by saying, "I HAVE A WART."