Hi yalls! It's officially fall feelin' round here! YAY! It's my favorite season! The season for a cool nip in the air, yummy chili, pumpkin flavored yummies, football, halloween, apple cider, harvest flavored beers, and that crisp fall scent in the air. It takes awhile for that fall feeling to kick in here in North Carolina.
It's been awhile since I have blogged. I have missed it. It seems everytime I would get on here and start that something happens and I would have to stop. Typically the kids start fighting or MUST need me for something. It's my life though and I love it no matter how crazy it makes me.
It's almost election time. I know a lot of yalls are sick of me goin on and on about how I am not a fan of Ovomit... I mean, Obama. I am gonna be on my reliable ol' high horse, Stan, and we will stand on our soapbox for the next 6 weeks.
Did anyone see the first debate? I got a kick out of it. Obama is out of his league. I know he had to go and do his job on his anniversary and he would have rather been spending time with his wife than being at a debate. Tough shit. I got a kick out of his own supporters making fun of him. Then those who are still completely clueless on the topics could only talk about the neckties. That's okay... if you don't understand economics, it's best to talk about neckties than look like a complete farttard. Sorry if I offend any of you with my political statements. I have a tendency to be passionate about things I am right about.
So, I am in the process of pulling out my fall decor and making my house all pretty! I do have some super cute fall decor. AND my house smells DIVINE! It's a Harvest Wonderland here! I took the kids to get a pumpkin to paint and it was so cute watching my spidermonkeys get creative. Here's a few pics of that artsy fartsy fun!
yeah, i am pretty sure more paint ended up on Corbin than the pumpkin!
Connor is getting the fancy art supplies out!
He was getting tired of me taking pictures
Connor is telling me "If I smile one last time, can you not take more pictures, mom?"
Lil man is serious when it comes to painting his pumpkin!
This past weekend we went boating with my MIL, her pal, me and the kiddos. I have some water lovin babes. I think we will have to go buy a boat in the next few years. They LOVE to go boating. We went out to Shackelford Island. My back feels nice and toasty and it's starting to itch like most sunburns do. Here are some pics of the babes out on the boat and on the Shack.
So, the kids have had one of those weeks of 'kids do and say the darndest things'. One of the first instances, was witnessing my youngest spidermonkey, Corbin, acting like a dog. Yes, most kids do go through this stage. They walk around like dogs, bark like dogs, eat like they are dogs... but Corbin took it to a whole nother level. Let me start at the beginning.
One day, I took Corbin to the Petsmart to see the animals. He is my lil animal lover. There was a woman in there with two dogs and my spidermonkey took a liking to them. One of them would not stop licking itself and Corbin saw so much humor in it. He would laugh and say "What he doin?" and I would say "He's cleaning himself. That's how dogs clean their pee-pee's." He probably asked the same question ten or fifteen more times... like kids do. And I answered with the same answer as most parents do. After we left Petsmart, Corbin acted like a dog everywhere we went. Thankfully Target made an exception for my 'dog' considering their strict rule against animals in the store and I was obviously not blind. He barked and crawled all over the store. When we got home, he stripped down naked as he always does when he is home. I go into my bedroom and found him on MY bed, attempting to lick his own balls. I would have stopped him, but what are the chances that he's going to succeed? I watched partly disturbed but mostly amused. I said "Corbin, honey, what are you doing?" He answers, not once stopping to find that miracle position, "Kweenin mah pee pee, momma." Oh, I thought about getting my spray bottle filled with water and spraying him as I once had with a dog who always licked it's balls. Eh, what's the hurt in letting him try. So I went about folding laundry as he rolled all over the bed with his tongue sticking out and failing terribly at licking his own nuts. Then before I knew it, he rolled right off the bed. Has a pretty little raspberry rug burn on his forehead. BUT he seems to have officially given up on his quest to "kween" his pee-pee. I am sure he's not the first kid who has tried this disappointing feat. He hasn't stopped acting like a dog in other ways, but I am glad he can't lick his own testes. It's bad that I have to carry a spray bottle of vinegar around to spray the tongue of the oldest spidermonkey that gets mouthy but to have to carry a spray bottle of water to spray my youngest spidermonkey for licking his nuts would be hard to explain to onlookers.
A few days later, I took the boys to the library. Let me tell ya what. My children do NOT know how to behave in a library, no matter what I say or do. Connor is very loud and his voice carries. I have had his hearing checked on a number of times, and he can hear fine, he just seems to not quite understand how to adjust his voice from indoor to outdoor levels. A young vet, missing one of his legs, was there. He had a metal leg and Connor shouted "LOOK MOMMA! THAT MAN IS HALF MAN HALF ROBOT!" Talk about wanting to die! The library is very small and the man was only 2 feet away from us. Thank goodness the man was kind and had a very good sense of humor. Connor asked him questions like "Can you put magnets on it?" and "Are you like super man or batman?" The guy told Connor how he could take his leg off and he was hurt in war and that he never thought of himself as a half-man, half-robot before but he liked that idea. Connor and Corbin thoroughly enjoyed talking to him and they thought it was cool that they could touch his robot leg. Actually I think the guy enjoyed talking to Connor about it. It's probably easier for him to talk to the kid about it than to hear the parent embarrassingly tell their child to be quiet. As we were leaving the library, Connor said "See ya later Robot Man!" The guy laughed. Connor told me as we were leaving "That guy was so cool mom! He is half man and half robot!"
About a week before that incident, we had another one at McDonald's. Every Friday, after school, we go to McD's for ice cream. We were sitting and eating our ice cream when Connor looked up and took off running and yelling "MEME! MEME! MEME IS HERE!" Meme is who they call my mom. He and Corbin took off running to the front of the restruant. By the time I caught up, Connor is behind a woman with his arms wrapped around her hips and his face buried in her ass and saying "Meme! I missed you! I was going to call you!" She turned around and looked down at him and was rather surprised. Then Connor looked up and stood back and said "Oh! Oops! Sorry! I thought you were my meme! You kinda look like her but i guess you kinda don't look like her. My meme has white teeth and you have brown teeth!" Now as I have mentioned before, my Connor has the loudest voice and it carries. McD's was filled with high school kids and several other customers who heard what my kid said, not to mention they saw him rubbin his face all in her butt. I felt so terrible... I mean, it's one thing to run to a woman thinking she looks like your meme, but to shout to her and everyone else in the store that she had brown teeth was... well... embarrassing for all of us. The kids were definitely enjoying the show. The lady was nice... she even let us sit with them at their table. Connor goes to school with her daughter and we see them everyday I go to pick up Connor from school. It's kinda awkward.
Several years ago, I had done something very similar to that. My parents, sister, and I had gone to the movies to see Home Alone. Everyone was waiting in the lobby for the previous showing to let out. My sister, Cheryl, and I were playing around while waiting. She was probably about 7 or 8. I was probably 13 or 14. She would run past me, and I would reach out and grab her and hug her to me then let her go to run off again. She had run past me and I grabbed her and hugged her to my boobs. At 13-14 yrs old, I had a rather big rack for a girl my age. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my sister staring at me and I looked down and did not recognize the hairbow or the face that looked up at me, completely frightened and I said "Oh my God... You're not my sister!" I let go and that poor child, a complete stranger to me, took off running and crying. There was probably 50 people who witnessed me unknowingly traumatize a poor child and several people got a good laugh. I have to admit, that looking back now, it was hilarious. It still is a funny story, looking back now. When we went to sit in the theater, I looked behind us and low and behold, we are sitting directly in front of the poor traumatized child. The theater was completely packed and there was no other place for them to move. That poor girl jumped and sat as far from me as she could. I don't know if we were laughing more from the movie or from my sister mixup. I often wonder what that poor girl is up to nowadays and if she remembers the experience.
Well, Corbin is awake from his nap and I have to do a quick sweep around the house so it doesn't look like I have been sittin on my ass all morning long. Hey, I am entitled to sit on my ass somedays!
Later bloggin buddies!
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