tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79543416066278306492024-03-21T07:33:07.458-06:00Shoulda Read the Fine Print[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-27322343042419932192012-01-13T10:24:00.004-07:002012-01-13T10:24:00.924-07:00At Least He's HonestSometimes I'm an inattentive parent.<br />
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I don't mean to be. I think its the combination of lack of sleep (which has caused me to completely lose my ability to maintain a train of thought...oooh look....something SHINY....where was I?) and just too much going on. Thank goodness nothing too serious has slipped by me yet. At least, not that I noticed.<br />
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But case and point, James and I were playing a game with friends and the boys were both sitting at the end of the table watching. There was a box of chocolates at the end of the table. K asked if they could have one, which of course they could. James and I keep on playing. K is playing his Nintendo DS. The house could have crashed around him and he wouldn't have noticed. C is watching K play. They're good. We're good. We're all having a good time until I look up and see that the box of chocolates is EMPTY! Nice. I was like, RIGHT THERE. Totally oblivious to my son pounding back the chocolates.<br />
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"I had one", K tells me.<br />
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"I had....dis many" C says, face covered in chocolate, holding up his entire hand. "Five, I had five."<br />
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Then he started running laps around the table.[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-31733575575747461122012-01-11T10:20:00.000-07:002012-01-11T10:20:43.563-07:00Catch upNew year, new post. Its been a busy couple of weeks, to catch you up:<br />
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We had a great, but too short winter break. Its so different now that K is in school. I was SO looking forward to the two weeks off, but it flew by. Christmas with my family, quick trip to visit other friends and family, back home where K went and tried skiing for the first time (which btw he LOVED!), New Year's with friends and that was it for James' week off. Whew.<br />
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The last week off of school went by quickly, but by Wednesday I was ready to ship the boys back to school!<br />
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K got glasses: he looks so BIG now.<br />
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L attempted to knock a tooth out. Funny how every time I leave someone with the kidlets they try to lose teeth. For L, she had only just had her top two cut through that week. Nana came to watch her while I volunteered at K's school. L was crawling around in the kitchen with her soother in her mouth. She took a little spill and somehow managed to scrape up the inside of her gums, so much so that her entire front tooth is exposed. Took her to the dentist who said it should all be fine, but good grief. My kids and their teeth!<br />
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C is doing his usual random stuff. He's still clumsy as ever- actually took him to the E.N.T. to see if there was some inner ear stuff going on to account for his inability to stay upright, turns out he's just a clutz. (I think that's the official diagnosis).<br />
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So there you go, December in a nut shell. How were your holidays?[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-19169456331410384622011-09-21T08:39:00.000-06:002011-09-21T08:39:11.753-06:00Bananas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzhf1Xr8U5zx_vyXl6caF7Pd6DHjFiaQaqpVvhChEAngp_hM9hdf_-HCMCWoDtHBllhxETM9KOY7gv9TLkXMVzZ2F9E79CF-uu5O9aa2sg50sjNrbHmfU4vbu1pdYjoHMZIlfw75HXVI/s1600/IMG_8900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzhf1Xr8U5zx_vyXl6caF7Pd6DHjFiaQaqpVvhChEAngp_hM9hdf_-HCMCWoDtHBllhxETM9KOY7gv9TLkXMVzZ2F9E79CF-uu5O9aa2sg50sjNrbHmfU4vbu1pdYjoHMZIlfw75HXVI/s400/IMG_8900.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-13747475569775797542011-09-20T10:05:00.000-06:002011-09-20T10:05:43.089-06:00Chocolate Dipped Marshmallows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j7w8ET3lKn0YonV-cxwmQrv66fobXJGvaJgv-gz9BSyLR2QcMf2HvToc0mPIp1ECmTg5NhnINrK45A02HcTdO_rkrDkbAob2YpuT8P1OQUo2PbN0jbHh1LzaMjGPEk45JAPP0wi0sno/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+9.50.46+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j7w8ET3lKn0YonV-cxwmQrv66fobXJGvaJgv-gz9BSyLR2QcMf2HvToc0mPIp1ECmTg5NhnINrK45A02HcTdO_rkrDkbAob2YpuT8P1OQUo2PbN0jbHh1LzaMjGPEk45JAPP0wi0sno/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+9.50.46+AM.png" width="263" /></a></div><br />
Looking for a cute, quick and kid friendly snack? Here's a sweet one K and I whipped up yesterday. It took all of 5 minutes, looked adorable, and best of all, he did it all himself.<br />
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Following the 'cake pop' craze, we opted for marshmallows instead. And we didn't have lollipop sticks, but cocktail straws worked great. Anyways, here's what you need :)<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
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Large Marshmallows (we used Jet-Puffs)<br />
Chocolate chips<br />
Heavy Cream<br />
Sprinkles<br />
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Basically, you make a chocolate ganache (you can find an easy tutorial <a href="http://allrecipes.com/HowTo/chocolate-ganache/detail.aspx">here</a>, but essentially you just heat the cream, pour it over the chocolate until it melts and then stir it up, easy peasy)<br />
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You put a cocktail straw through each of the marshmallows, dip them in the chocolate ganache, and then dip them in the sprinkles.<br />
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We used a blob of playdough at the bottom of a cup to stand them up.<br />
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And voila! Couldn't be easier!<br />
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The kids gobbled them up over the afternoon (pretty sure mom and dad dipped in too).<br />
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Enjoy![im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-61772500501199396162011-09-12T08:35:00.001-06:002011-09-12T08:45:29.735-06:00All Grown UpToday is K's first all-in, everyone's-there, riding-the-bus day of school.<br />
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Considering we kept him back the extra year (his birthday is at the end of December so technically we could have started last year) it is amazing how fast it crept up on me.<br />
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And I really am happy for him. I'm happy that he's excited. I'm happy that he's starting to become his own little person, with his own experiences and his own ideas. We did preschool; this isn't entirely new, but it still feels different. This morning I put my baby on a bus and let him out in the big scary world.<br />
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No tears though. Not from me and definitely not from him.<br />
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Another first in the book. First time on the school bus.<br />
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Now, what to do for the next 3 hours?[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-70898291832979469732011-09-09T10:06:00.000-06:002011-09-09T10:06:07.873-06:00Just Like DadJust a quickie post while K is in school.<br />
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So, just to preface this post, I am aware that I should not be leaving C <a href="http://shouldareadthefineprint.blogspot.com/2011/07/brand-advocate-crayola-we-need-to-talk.html">unattended with markers</a> for any reason whatsoever. Clearly I do not learn!<br />
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Either way though...this cracked me up.<br />
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</div>[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-17287198235344189652011-09-05T17:40:00.000-06:002011-09-05T17:40:50.094-06:00PSA: A Dishwasher AlertFor years I have been suffering in silence. I truly felt I was alone. But after several revealing conversations with other moms it would seem I was wrong. And so today, gentlemen, it is you that I am speaking to. Today, I'm blowing the lid off this thing.<br />
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This fellows, is my kitchen. It comes equipped with the standard equipment.<br />
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I'm sure you recognize the fridge, I know my husband has established a certain level of intimacy with this particular piece of equipment. Its where food comes from (and in some cases, such as mine, it comes with an amazing capacity to replenish itself automatically at least once a week...or perhaps that's another post). Marvellous isn't it?<br />
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</tbody></table>This is the microwave. Again, I'm sure no surprises here. Its the primary reheating tool in our house. I think James would say this is his only tool for cooking.<br />
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Perhaps some of you are also proficient with the stove, and oven. I won't go into detail.<br />
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This is the sink. It is a purveyor of water. It helps with filling pots, rinsing items, washing hands, and, on occasion, is useful for hand-washing large dishes or hard to clean cooking residue.<br />
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But this, THIS is the dishwasher. It revolutionized the 1970's homemakers world. It is extremely efficient at cleaning dishes, glasses, sometimes I even throw in toys or other 'washable' items. It has numerous functions, cycles, fancy stuff I've never used. It in essence serves to replace the need for hand-washing dishes. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dishwasher">Wikipedia</a> has a tonne of information about the history and mechanics of dishwashers. It is truly a wonder of modern science. The only thing it doesn't do, is load the dishes itself.<br />
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So tell me then, dear husbands of the world, why is it that you still insist on placing your dirty dishes <b>directly above the dishwasher</b>, in that obsolete sink?<br />
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I mean, seriously James, its right there![im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-75104650362571561402011-09-01T09:38:00.000-06:002011-09-01T09:38:31.029-06:00Catching upSo its <b>SEPTEMBER</b>!! Yikes, where did summer go. I really think I need to consider living somewhere that summer lasts more than 2 months!<br />
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In a perfect world, I would be on a beach in Hawaii soaking in the warm sun and splashing in the ocean waters 365 days a year. That would be my paradise. However, James hates the isolation of being on an island and would much prefer a day in the mountains than a day on the beach, so for now we are planting roots here.<br />
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Speaking of planting roots.<br />
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We've been busy busy busy. Ok, I'm lying, <b>James </b>has been a busy boy. <br />
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11 pallets of sod, I think I ended up helping lay maybe one, and the other 10 were all on him. He was exhausted, but we are super happy to finally have something other than dirt and rocks for the boys to play with. (That being said, they still chose to play in a dirt pile, but they at least had options!)<br />
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Today half of my trees arrive, including not one but two apple trees!! Poor James will be trading his sod knife for a shovel this weekend. What a trooper.<br />
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What else have we been up to?<br />
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We've been putting out fires<br />
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Growing Teeth<br />
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Losing Teeth<br />
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Digging<br />
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Creating art<br />
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Playing<br />
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and just trying to suck up those last few moments of summer.<br />
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[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-80044247455135384622011-08-31T17:01:00.000-06:002011-08-31T17:01:24.031-06:00Fridge WorthyToday K has been an artist. He's drawn the house, characters from the Cars 2 movie, whales and a heart. So when he said he wanted to draw me a picture I thought, this is gonna be great.<br />
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As he drew he told me a story:<br />
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I was driving in your car. And I saw out the window a turtle with a giant shell. And it was trying to cross the road. And the other drivers stopped.<br />
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But the turtle had eaten too much, and he was so scared that we went into his shell, but then he popped right out, and he got scratched, and there was blood squirting everywhere. And so I had to pick him up, and I cleaned him up. Then I put him in my car and drove.<br />
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I took him back to where he lives, and he had a Mommy and 3 babies. And the Mommy had a very tiny baby that was riding on her shell, and the other babies were walking. And they saw the Daddy turtle shoot blood again, and they thought it was funny and he couldn't clean it up, (because he's a turtle), so I cleaned it up.<br />
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Hmmm, perhaps not as lovely as I thought. Now he'd like me to put it up on the fridge. He is quite proud of the picture, and granted he took his time and made some lovely turtles but...yikes.<br />
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This is definitely <strike>serial killer </strike> normal boy stuff, right?[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-78991102684143470622011-08-22T10:45:00.000-06:002011-08-22T10:45:54.554-06:00Life as Usual... AlmostAhh. After a week holidays in Panorama, its back to life as usual. Well, almost usual. Nana and Pops took K on a weekend adventure to Victoria. He's been having a blast and so has C. James and C went on an overnight camp out on Friday night and C really enjoyed it. His favorite part? Why, sleeping in the tent of course.<br />
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He also learned a few new tricks. Like roasting marshmellows, sleeping in a sleeping bag, and oh yes, peeing while standing up.<br />
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Which was fine outside.<br />
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But inside? Judging by the puddles in my bathroom, I think him and Daddy will be needing to have a long talk about aiming.<br />
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Why oh why am I constantly cleaning pee?!?!<br />
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[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-49719265450376382332011-08-15T08:45:00.001-06:002011-08-17T14:28:17.806-06:00Baby TalkBaby talk. I'm not a big fan of it. It would be rare to find me talking all goofy, and I don't really encourage it in the kids either. That being said, there have been a few words that they've come up with that were just too cute to correct. <br />
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For example, when K was first starting to talk he had a lot of difficulties with a lot of sounds. There were like 10 different words that all came out 'guk'. Context was critical. Milk was 'guk'. Stuck was 'guk'. If it ended in a 'k' it sounded like 'guk'.<br />
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'Pops' was also tricky. Pops was 'Yops' for at least a year, to the point that I think he was a little sad when K starting saying it properly. <br />
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There are only a few from K that remain, and here they are:<br />
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"Mom, I'm borned" = Mom, I'm bored<br />
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"Can I have some hungeets?" = Can I have crackers? I think it started from, 'are you hungry?'<br />
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"We're going on a holcation!" = holiday + vacation <br />
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So while I"m quite happy to see his language explode and improve, I can admit that I will miss holcations and hungeets.<br />
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What about you? What does your child says that keeps you smiling?[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-12407635796422398242011-08-11T08:49:00.000-06:002011-08-11T08:49:50.868-06:00Fine Print Amuse BouchesAll five of us are in the car. We're on our way back from a little gathering in the woods, so we have about a 20 minute drive ahead of us. "You Spin Me Right Round"is on the radio, so we turn it up and I'm dancing like a goof ball trying to entertain the boys. K's right into. C hangs his head and shakes it embarrassed.<br />
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K: "Mommy, I love you."<br />
Me: "Thanks bud, I love you too."<br />
K: "But I love Daddy more.....just kidding. You're the same"<br />
Me: "Haha, that's nice"<br />
K: "Mommy, you're cool"<br />
Me: "Thanks K"<br />
K: "But Daddy's cooler..."<br />
Me: "Oh, Just Kidding, right?"<br />
K: "No, Daddy is cooler."<br />
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[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-53841351138047420062011-08-10T08:47:00.000-06:002011-08-10T08:47:01.615-06:00Sweet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoViB_p0WHFcqTza65wDEwzQ0J3YWK6HHXi9l5HmVEkXN7yixMzIPYiCwmTU-cx_eX4CsLgZJKFZSOqmngTy7v5PReJbhiPP1ojJzCbm6mdPBjs8xq7zRZKHitmT1hY2QMl1n-A5rWCSA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-08+at+12.53.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoViB_p0WHFcqTza65wDEwzQ0J3YWK6HHXi9l5HmVEkXN7yixMzIPYiCwmTU-cx_eX4CsLgZJKFZSOqmngTy7v5PReJbhiPP1ojJzCbm6mdPBjs8xq7zRZKHitmT1hY2QMl1n-A5rWCSA/s400/Screen+shot+2011-08-08+at+12.53.17+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-75049111186070337392011-08-09T08:41:00.001-06:002011-08-09T08:41:02.877-06:00Let Me Count the WaysThis is a true testament to how much I adore my children. I can tell you point blank that there is nothing else on God's green earth that would ever convince me to come within a 10 foot radius of this lovely.<div><br />
</div><div>It was on the back deck and instead of taking shelter indoors as any sensible person would do, I ran into the garage, grabbed the bug jar and a sheet of paper, said a prayer and went outside. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Look at this thing! Bleck!</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it is freaking huge!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">C checking it out</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K, "I think it wants to look at me mom."</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>Now I feel like a zillion tiny things are crawling all over my skin. AGG! So gross. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I love my kids...I love my kids....I love my kids...</div>[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-61367370641492686092011-08-08T13:16:00.000-06:002011-08-08T13:16:43.370-06:00No More Pics MomThere's no denying I love my camera. I take volumes of pictures of everything we do, so today I thought I was quite clever. I bought a phenomenal new hat on the weekend (I also love my hats :) This one is no exception, check it out here). I thought, I'm going to take one of those uber cute pics with L in my new hat. This is going to be awesome.<br />
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However...<br />
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L had quite a different mind about it.<br />
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Today they are definitely more on the dirty and obnoxious end of the spectrum. They're also being sweet and sharing and playing very nicely. But as I survey the house, that I so painstakingly cleaned yesterday and I realize that I have to once again clean<br />
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the piles of shoes<br />
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the over-flowing laundry hampers<br />
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the giant gobs of toothpaste<br />
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the mystery contents of <s>petri dishes</s> sippy cups left in various warm environments<br />
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the pee-smelling couch cushions<br />
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the food stained chairs<br />
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ARG!<br />
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...So now, that being said, even though yes, I would give you my eyes, today boys, I might also trade you for a warm chai tea latte and a good book. At least for a few hours.[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-28556495385163706282011-08-05T20:59:00.002-06:002011-08-06T11:04:14.872-06:00Liquid Sidewalk Chalk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9awZ0BJby9oPOi2PSyqnJi7FOT2_WPo2MTxy2y2ThTvWUY99P25yehGIyvlS563DxY93QQqoY2h9xmig2Ic_i_qByUvHLKvyRgSPMlFszQb0wDXTr81JFeQ7tXgOMIyYOKT9UKECTVnU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-05+at+9.10.30+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9awZ0BJby9oPOi2PSyqnJi7FOT2_WPo2MTxy2y2ThTvWUY99P25yehGIyvlS563DxY93QQqoY2h9xmig2Ic_i_qByUvHLKvyRgSPMlFszQb0wDXTr81JFeQ7tXgOMIyYOKT9UKECTVnU/s640/Screen+shot+2011-08-05+at+9.10.30+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Its my new favorite thing to do. I found a tutorial <a href="http://smashedpeasandcarrots.blogspot.com/2009/09/liquid-sidewalk-chalk.html">here</a><br />
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Takes literally 2 minutes to make, and kept the kidlets busy for an hour and a half (and likely would have been longer if we hadn't spilled 2 of the four jars).<br />
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<b><i>Here's what you will need:</i></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">1 cup water</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">1 cup cornstarch</span></div><i></i><br />
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<i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">food coloring</span></span></div></i><br />
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It doesnt get much easier.<br />
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You just mix up the water and the cornstarch.<br />
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Separate it into containers (like perhaps the zillions of baby food jars that you've kept cause they'll be good for something...or is that just me?), and then add the coloring as you wish.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ok, seriously, how cute are they?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And voila! You have fun in a jar.<br />
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When it first goes on, its more like water paint, but as it dries it becomes more vibrant. And once they got tired of painting the sidewalk, we created an entire garden of painted rocks. Fun!<br />
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and BEST of all. It washes off everything. Sidewalk, clothes, kidlets.[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-91408194146668345102011-08-05T08:42:00.000-06:002011-08-05T08:42:01.827-06:00Boys: n. Noise with Dirt on itI am a stay-at-home mom. My soul duty is to maintain the house and keep the kids alive.<br />
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So far I'm doing swell at the second half.<br />
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My house is a disaster. At any given moment in time there are numerous catastrophe's in progress. I don't seem to be able to address one area before another has exploded, and in truth I don't think my boys are as busy as some. They are just dirty. I feel like I am trapped in a vicious cycle of destroy -> clean -> destroy.<br />
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Take, for example, my utterly disgusting kitchen chairs. Ultra suede, because the sales person told us it was great for cleaning (HA!). They are actually quite useful as an appetite suppressant. After a certain point the staining became so repugnant that I just gave up and resigned myself to the fact that the chairs would need to be recovered. I actually have to apologize to house guests for their condition. People should consider bringing a seat cover if they visit...<br />
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I think I've made my point.<br />
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Anyways, I decided to give it one more kick at the can and used my good friend baking soda to try and get rid of the stains. Baking soda and a Norwex cloth actually. And beyond all reasoning it actually worked! I was so proud of my newly stain free chairs that I took pictures, I made James come and look (He even humoured me and faked some enthusiasm, what a good husband). I was SO PROUD of myself.<br />
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Check them out.<br />
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Before:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sadly, this was the cleanest of the four</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooo, Not too bad</td></tr>
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Until that same evening when C spilled his apple juice all over one, and K dumped bits of his sandwich all over another.<br />
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*sigh*[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-32662809049023904122011-08-03T20:06:00.002-06:002011-08-03T20:25:37.872-06:00Ocean in a JarTrying to get L back into a sleep routine, which means K and C have been pretty tied down during the mornings and they get all wrangley. Solution? Crafts, crafts, crafts.<br />
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Today we did a science experiment and they each made an 'Ocean in a Jar'. Super cute and super easy.<br />
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<b>What you will need:</b><br />
<ul><li>baby oil</li>
<li>water</li>
<li>mason jar</li>
<li>food coloring</li>
<li>glitter</li>
<li>small floaty toy</li>
<li>some uber excited scientists</li>
</ul><div><i>**Cautionary note** Do NOT leave 3 year old unattended with glitter as you search house for baby oil as this will occur:</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">incase picture doesn't do it justice, that would be an entire vile of glitter on C and the chair and the floor...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>Ok, so once you've cleaned up the glitter and regrouped, here's what you do.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Step 1: Fill the mason jar with water, about 1/2 full</div><div><br />
</div><div>Step 2: Add a few drops of food coloring. Ask intelligent questions like, "What do you think will happen when we add the color? Do you think it will mix with the water?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOAjgHXow5jUATmFxg1Rt3adjYP3XIACgPi4DoYLacMUjAmqVlovXw6oT2HIwgWGkfWfvRYU7oN-KBYJbXfaTNxsCef1Yg8cTReh6sLxRZ5t0RWtZ7UiThi_uc6tuNJ8V5BfTIpG_8hs/s1600/IMG_8072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOAjgHXow5jUATmFxg1Rt3adjYP3XIACgPi4DoYLacMUjAmqVlovXw6oT2HIwgWGkfWfvRYU7oN-KBYJbXfaTNxsCef1Yg8cTReh6sLxRZ5t0RWtZ7UiThi_uc6tuNJ8V5BfTIpG_8hs/s320/IMG_8072.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>Step 5: Add the toy. Again, talk about where it floats. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_atCY6C3urjYk36ctEhPIoExv-Eym90-NmkPP9Z8A0MAi9J5XBRodJDshtDFf-Jertbwql7gZOEuFV0E4tR5sgx6gFgVOPcd1-i_Ew9yeydbxTnKJndVh1Y2HS7Ihypv82oXOivetZxY/s1600/IMG_8085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_atCY6C3urjYk36ctEhPIoExv-Eym90-NmkPP9Z8A0MAi9J5XBRodJDshtDFf-Jertbwql7gZOEuFV0E4tR5sgx6gFgVOPcd1-i_Ew9yeydbxTnKJndVh1Y2HS7Ihypv82oXOivetZxY/s320/IMG_8085.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>Step 6: Put on the lid and let them (gently) rock the jar. See how the contents move, but don't mix? They thought that was really neat. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div>Of course K & C wanted a train in there, which did float, but not right side up like it should. Would probably work better with a little bath toy or something, but what the heck, they were happy.<br />
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9. Wait until you stop coughing to shove more food in your mouth.<br />
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8. You can't have dessert until you finish your french fries.<br />
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7. Is that pee or did you sit on something wet?<br />
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6. Ya, I just brushed my hair with my fingers this morning.<br />
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5. Is L a 'cribby crib crib'? I have no idea what you're talking about.<br />
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4. Jokes on you, the dogs don't eat bananas.<br />
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3. Peeing might not be 'fun', but we still have to do it.<br />
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2. You really don't want to put your face on your sisters butt.<br />
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1. Please don't rub your bun on your foot.[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-44602116361371897572011-07-29T10:11:00.000-06:002011-07-29T10:11:23.778-06:00Linda Blair 2.0Feeding L is disgusting.<br />
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There I said it.<br />
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It was so exciting with K, first kid and all. With C it was tolerable, but sorry Miss L. You are revolting.<br />
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As if baby food isn't gross enough on its own. The textures, the smells. Bleh. But now lets add that it goes in and out at least twice before you manage to either swallow it, OR, a personal favorite, buzz you lips and send it flying. I seriously might have to start showering <b>post </b>feeding. Its becoming a bit much.<br />
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Today was an all time gross out winner. Mashed avocado sent spraying over a 6 foot radius. It was far too reminiscent of the exorcist. Thank goodness you're much cuter than Linda.<br />
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Do they make sneeze guards for kids?[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-499465345317977842011-07-28T09:43:00.001-06:002011-07-28T11:10:39.984-06:00Women Drivers...My sweet girl has been rolling and pushing herself all around the house. She's not crawling yet, but she's certainly getting around. I'll usually let her play when I'm cooking dinner or tidying up.<br />
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Yesterday she got herself hung up on the sofa:<br />
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Which doesn't seem the big deal, until you look at it from a larger perspective:<br />
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There is like NOTHING around her!<br />
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I'm having nightmares already...I think Daddy will be teaching her to drive.[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-61808748401857517142011-07-28T08:59:00.003-06:002011-07-28T11:10:14.655-06:00Potty HumourC is such a big boy. He finally decided to start using the potty about a month ago, and once he decided, its been pretty smooth sailing.<br />
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He runs into the kitchen, "Mommy I pooped, come see!"<br />
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And although I am extremely excited about the actual potty training success, I still don't quite share his enthusiasm in checking it out. But, I still go.<br />
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"Look Mom" He says, "There's a big one and some little ones..." He pauses and then says, "There's a Daddy one, a C one, AND a L one."<br />
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Conversations I really never thought I'd be having. :)[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954341606627830649.post-56260028939972729352011-07-27T08:24:00.008-06:002011-07-27T08:24:00.282-06:00Disproving Darwin: Parking Lot Survival<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">What is is about getting a great parking space that makes us all feel so good? The intention is to go into a store and walk around, it can't be pure laziness that motivates us to get that spot. Is it really going to save that much energy to have to walk 4 car lengths instead of 6? </span></span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">But we all do it. We all want to win! To get up close, to get that perfect space. </span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Driving an SUV in Calgary, I've definately had my parking lot battles. The spaces are just too small for the giant vehicles we all drive, and I've thought about cramming into a too-small spot, but reconsidered knowing full well that it just wouldn't work.</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">But on Friday I witnessed something truly mindboggling. Something so bizarre that it has made me seriously question the whole concept of "survival of the fittest". According to Darwin's theory of evolution, we are all the pinnacle of our species. Thousands of years of the survival of the fittest has brought to realization this generation. We are the best and brightest in the history of our species, all who have come before us have provided the foundation to our greatness. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">So what did I see, you ask?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Firstly, I was at Walmart (and I am a Walmart shopper too but really, we've all seen <a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/">"People of Walmart"</a>).</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I'm in my car, nursing the baby, when an enormous truck pulls in next to me. I'm bored, so I'm watching. The driver, CLEARLY does not have enough room to open her door. But she tries anyway. She's a bit heavy set to boot. So she cracks open the door, slips out a leg and an arm, and even though she's not going to make it, she's still trying. She starts heaving against the door until a single leg, arm and boob have made it out. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Then it happens.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">She glances over and our eyes lock.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">She's busted.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">So she ungracefully pulls her extremities back into her enormous truck, turns on the engine, and gets the heck out of there. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">So really, best and brightest of all of time? DId the energy saved in the 'closer space' really offset the extra effort of trying to get out? I don't know Darwin, I think this one would have given you a run for your money.</span></span></div></div>[im]perfect mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434082317904567788noreply@blogger.com0