Moms The Word

March 11, 2007

A Story I Will Tell

Filed under: Family, Fun Stories — mrslady @ 9:17 pm

You know when your child does something and you think to yourself  “Someday, when they are older and are dating…maybe when they get married or have children…but someday I will tell this story because it is hilarious and will remind me of how cute they once were.” ?

I had a moment today.

I mentioned in an earlier post about how the baby is sick today.  And of course, with being sick comes being grumpy.  Well right before nap today he had a total meltdown (hence nap following soon afterward).  He threw himself on the ground and started weeping.  Not throwing a fit.  Weeping like his tiny three year old heart was broken in a thousand pieces and cutting the inside of his torso.  So of course I get down on the ground and gather him up in my arms and try to calm him down.  I do the normal rock-and-its-okay that all moms do when their babies are crying, and he calms down to the point where he is only hiccuping his tears-so I ask him “What’s a matter baby?”

And do you know what he says?

“Sp…” *sniffle* “Sponge please mommy” and starts to wail again.  I am very confused, so I want to clarify  “You want a sponge baby?  Do you mean blanket?”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” *sniffle* [WAIL!]

At this point I would give him anything to cheer him up, he need only name his price.  [It’s that horrible mommy guilt for “letting” your baby get sick and miserable like.]

“Blue sponge.  Blue.  Sponge. Pleeeeeeeease!” He gets out of my lap and goes to the drawer where I keep the extra sponges and points and cries.

So I pull out a [clean-never-used] blue sponge and the poor little monkey clutches it to his chest like it’s his long lost best friend.  Then he reaches one hand up (the universal sign for “pick me up now”) and says “Okay, night night momma.”

He carried that sponge around all day.

And I WILL be sharing this story with anyone who will stand still once my son is all grown up.


March 4, 2007

Scavanger Hunt

Filed under: Fun Stories, Random Musings, Things I Find Amusing — mrslady @ 11:46 pm
Do you know what searches are leading people to my page?  “Works for Me Wednesdays” “Pancake Coloring Page” and “Recipes for Cooking Broccli”.   Only one of them makes sense. [ “works for me wednesday”  I get. ]

Here’s a challenge::can anyone find the words “Pancake Coloring Page”?  ANYWHERE?  Cause I don’t remember writing them.

Oh well, I’m off to google it and see if I can find myself.  Ha Ha Ha.

March 2, 2007

Toddler:Couch Destroyer *Frugal Fridays*

Filed under: Frugal Fridays, Fun Stories — mrslady @ 8:28 am

002.JPGA couple of years ago-maybe 2, 2 and a half years-we recieved a couch as a hand-me down from a relative.  It was a nice gren couch and she’d had it for years-and it still looked perfect.

 She had no children in the house with that couch.

Fast forward to when our son started walking.  This couch, once beautiful, has been painted, glued, cut with scissors, peed on, pooed on, colored on with permanant marker, had all the piping taken out of the pillows, and the cushions won’t zip anymore due to sticky-peanut-butter-and-glue-like mystery substance.  This couch had sat it’s last person a LONG time ago, but we’re cheap and broke so we kept it.  Until we moved.  We moved about 8 hours away, and we just couldn’t see any reason to store, haul, and move that couch up another flight of stairs.  It was time to say goodbye.

When we got to our new home, we used a makeshift couch so that we didn’t have to sit on the ground.  It was not a very comfortable makeshift couch, but was infact the middle seat from our VW Van.  While my other half (car fanatic) thought this was awesome I felt a little more like there was a giant car part in our living room.  This had to be remedied as soon as possible.  But where can one buy a couch and be a total cheapskate at the same time?

There are a ton of diffent thrift stores and the like (St.V’s/Goodwill) but you can’t always find the right thing there.  You CAN however, find a purple 70s throw-back couch that smells like kitty piddle, if you’re in the market for that kind of thing.

In all seriousness, you can find some cool stuff at St.V’s.  We just couldn’t at the point when we were looking.  So what to do?  I was not about to sit on the Van-couch again.  Finally, I remembered something a friend of ours did a while ago. 

Rent-A-Center.  I know-these places are a rip off.  They charge you $3,000 for a $200 item, and charge you almost as much as the item would have cost you to buy EVERY WEEK.  Don’t ever rent anything from Rent-A-Center. They’re  BAAAAAD news. 

But-it is a little-known fact that you can BUY from there.  You can go in there and straight across give them cash for a couch.   I recommend finding a used couch, with some little, barely noticeable issues and talking them down on it by talking up the damage.  When you do that, you can get a very nice couch for between $200-$600 depending on what they have and how well you bargin.

For instance, on our new couch, on the back of one of our cushions, there is a yellow stripe.  Don’t know why.  Don’t know what it is.  (Cleaned it, still don’t know what caused it, still pretty much there).  And one of the pillows had an unraveled thread.  And the black material on the bottom hangs down a teeny bit.  By pointing this out and bargaining with the best of them we got THIS couch (pictured above) for $200!  There is absolutely nothing disappointing about this couch. 

And the baby is not allowed to TOUCH it.  Just kidding………mostly.

February 27, 2007

A Long One-Sided Conversation

Filed under: Family, Fun Stories, Random Musings — mrslady @ 2:48 am

 So I called my Dad today-well, not today today.  It’s 2am-it’s only been today for two hours, and if I call my dad after 10 someone should be in serious trouble, or I will be very shortly afterwards. Anyway, I meant today as in since I slept last-and this was our conversation:

Me:  You remember when I used to play the same song all day on the piano and hold long drawn out pointless conversations that were 95% one sided?

 Dad:  You mean yesterday? [Sarcasm is genetic]

Me:  No when I was six.

Dad:  Oh, cause you did that yesterday too.  My bad.

Me:  But do you remember?

Dad:  Yesterday?

Me:  No, when I was six.

Dad:  Vaguely.  That was a loooong time ago.

Me:  I know.  And what with your senility kicking in I realize it may be difficult for you to remember that long ago. [My dad turned 41 in January]

Dad:  Yeah well, I’ll just use yesterday as a reference point.

Me:  Good, so you remember.

Dad:  Sure, why?

Me:  And you remember how you didn’t yell or pull out all your hair or kill me?

Dad:  Rings a bell.

Me:  I just wanted to say thanks.  That was mighty big of you.

Dad:  My pleasure.  I had to let you live long enough to be on the recieving end.  It was totally worth it.

Me:  Always happy to make you happy.

Dad:  Not always.  You were a teenager once.

Me:  Yeah, sorry about that.

Dad:  Eh, we all lived through it to see you have one of your own.  Aren’t we thrilled!

Me:  Thrilled.

Dad:  Speaking of monkey boy…[proceed to 35 minutes of talking about the baby]

The funny part is, during the rest of the day while my son was “playing” his electric piano and re-telling the Odessey in Klingon, I thought about how wonderful it will be to have that conversation with him someday.

Life is wonderful.

All The Fun You Can Eat (To Do About Tuesdays)

Filed under: Fun Stories, House and Home, To-Do about Tuesday — mrslady @ 2:47 am

I tell you what, it is a near-super-human ability 3 year olds have of knowing when you’re really tired. I don’t know what happened the other morning, but my son woke up at like 8 am (after me going to bed at 330) and it was ON.

I crawled into the living room with my blanket and my pillow and layed on the ground in front of the tv. I popped in Veggi Tales, and tried to “rest my eyes”. Of course, in three year old this means “mommy wants to play!!!” So he stands above me and does that siren yell (you know the one):


To which I open one eye and say “what?”-in the nicest voice possible.

To which my child responds “no”!

To which I close my eyes.

To which my child jumps on my back elbows first and screams “MOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY!”

To which I open both eyes (giving him the strict mommy face) and say “Yes. Aidan. Mommy. WHAT?” A little louder, but trying to keep my cool.

To which my son says “sorry mommy, love you” and blows me a kiss. I feel much better, tell him I love him too and close my eyes.

At which point my son jumps with full-body-force onto my knee caps, and starts bouncing up and down going “sorry mommy. sorry mommy. sorry mommy. sorry mommy….”

I say in my bestest-calmest-not-crazy voice “SORRY is for accidents baby. How can mommy help you?”

To which my son responds by starting to sniffle. Then he starts wandering around the house moaning-not crying, just this infuriating monotone“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *sniffle* wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”-and driving his truck on his hand, on the wall, on the doors, pretty much everywhere except the carpet. Which would normally bug me, but at this point I don’t really care because I am so tired. But then he comes back.

In his whiniest voice he says “mmmmmooooooooooo”

“AIDAN DOUGLAS WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” This time in an extremely irritated voice-but not yelling. I try really hard not to yell.


“Okay fine. Here. Better?”

“Thank you”

At which point I close my eyes and he throws his cup on the ground (spill proof YAY!) and starts moaning.



“You HAD a drink, but you threw it on the ground”

The logic escapes him.


“Son, if you want a drink you will pick that right back up and drink your juice. If you want to go back to bed, you will stand there and continue to cry. Make a decision so that mommy can rest now.”

At which point he starts to cry.

At which point I go crazy. Not dangerous crazy. Just quiet crazy, in my head. I shove my head in the pillow and scream silently.

Then my son crawls down beside me and snuggles up to me and goes to sleep. I am not frustrated anymore but SHOCKED how he can go from cute to crazy to cute again in a matter of only 2 HOURS!

Which brings me to To Do about Tuesdays. This week: How to keep a 3 year old occupied when you are far too tired to run like a crazy person or explain yourself over and over.

What to do? One word-playdough. I know, it sounds crazy. Go with me here.

You roll up like a quarter of a tub of playdough into a ball and turn them loose on the kitchen linoleum. [Not recommended for carpets!!!!!] If your kids are anything like my son, they will be facinated by the ball of playdough itself-and the fact that it is a ball-for about a half hour. Then they discover it squishes, much to their delight. It is pretty much home-style self entertainment, AND it’s non-toxic for all of those who dare to try.

This is also a good rainy day activity, and can even double as educational when you get your energy back. Make shapes, talk about colors, it’s tons of fun 🙂

If you don’t want to buy playdough (which I don’t because you can make it so easy and so cheap) you can also make it a science experiment and make your own!

To make Playdough::
3 cups flour
1.5 cups salt
6 tsp cream of tarter
3 tbsp oil
3 cups water
Food coloring

Pour all ingredients into a large pot. Stir constantly over medium heat until a ball forms by pulling away from the sides. Knead the playdough until the texture matches playdough (1-2 minutes).

Stored in plastic container, it should last for at least 3 months. Or your toddler can just eat it right away. [Not recommended in large amounts, or for animals~yet makes for some very interesting poo/vomit.]

Have fun and rest up!

February 21, 2007

My Son, Superhero

Filed under: Family, Fun Stories — mrslady @ 11:51 pm

My son, who will be three shortly, is now VERY into superheroes. He didn’t get it from where most kids do through various “mans”-superman, spiderman, batman, etc-but actually got it through Veggie Tales Sport Utility Vehicle Song (“Then we can be the herooooes, yes we can be the he-e-ros”-if you’ve seen it, then you know it. If you haven’t, I recommend it!).

He is constantly talking about being a superhero, his cars being super heres, and we’ve gotten some really good imaginative play and coloring out of “being super heroes”. I also use it to encourage/explain good behavior. No matter how we’re using it, it’s ALWAYS cute!

I remember when I was a kid, my big thing was being animals. I would pretend to be a dog or a cat 90% of my waking day. From what I hear this is a very common thing for kids (especially little girls) to pretend.

What do your kids pretend? (or do they pretend at all?) What did you pretend when you were a kid? How did this effect you? How do you think we can use our kids imaginative play to encourage good behavior/morals/skills?

Discuss amongst yourselves. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist early 90s SNL refernce to “Coffee Talk”.)

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