Mommy Brain

See this fancy, expensive Bum Genius diaper which I recieved as a gift from my generous mother? I went to gymnastics open-gym yesterday. My brain was a bit in a fog but I didn't think it was too bad.......well, I underestimated the scope of the fog.

I took Benaiah into the restroom to change his diaper. I went to wash my hands and saw a Bum Genius diaper in the trash. I thought to myself, "Who would just throw one of these in the trash. Are they made of money? Maybe it was just too poopy and they decided not to deal with it." I even went out to talk to my friend, Chelsea, about it. She asked if I had rescued it out of the trash. I said no.

Later I was sitting in the Target parking lot (on the other side of town). Something was trying to come through my now much foggier brain. I couldn't find the binky. So, I looked in the diaper bag.

Only one diaper in there....one?...one?...I had two.....where is the other?

The realiziation washed over me like a splash from a mud puddle. I was the idiot who threw the pricy diaper in the trash. I was completely unaware of it at the time and even in retrospect I still did not remember the act.

I had to drive all the way back across town to retrieve the still-in-the-trash diaper.

Sing along folks....if I only had a brain.....

Benaiah & Daddy

These two were too cute yesterday evening, so I took a few million photos. Chris called me the paparazzi.

Long Johns

My Uncle Curt is entering the boys in a rabbit hunting contest with his hunting club using hunting dogs (beagles). I thought that it might be chilly, so I searched the sale racks and picked up these super cute long johns for the boys (who, of course, wanted to wear them immediately).

Library Mom Torture

I think my sheep have it in for me. Some of you already the know that the little lambs were QUITE naughty at Winco (almost wrote wino, LOL) on Friday (slapping, pushing, punching, yelling, crying,.......general boy day-to-day living). I thought that was humiliating.

I thought wrong.

Humiliation is being in the downtown Eugene public library and being told you need to get to your children, "NOW!". Some of you may be thinking that these children were far away from me, they were not. I was bent down looking at some DVDs about 10 feet from the table in which they were supposed to be quietly looking at their knight books. HA-HA. Lambs don't listen, at least not completely. I hear the irritated voice of the library worker loudly asking my lambs if their mother was here, and I spoke in response. She snottily said that they were "having a little problem". Before I could breathe in enough air to choke down my frustration and embarrassment she said, for all the library to hear, "No, you need to be right with them."

I called them. They ignored me and kept fighting. I gathered up the lambs, finished checking out, and went to the van (admonishing them not to speak to me....for a while). After another breath in, we had a round of re-training.

I post this because it is funny and because we have (or will have) days when even if we are trying our hardest to train our children, to be patient, to be great moms, that there will still be times when our lambs are going to COMPLETELY IGNORE US and do what they want. That is sin nature.

SO, join me in a deep breath and a prayer that God keeps us sane (why, o why did I pray for patience this morning?).

BigButt-Be-Gone

Wouldn't it be great if there was a product that would actually do that??? Alas, hardwork ahoy, it is that time after my pregnancy where excuses have lost their plausibility and I must return to the weightloss battle front. (One must watch out for cookie bombs and french fry artillery rounds!)

I am armed for the battle with pre-portioned freezer meals (why,O why can we not eat all we want???). I will be exercising (mmmm...my favorite, sweat is icky). And I (knowing myself) have decided to announce the terrible event.

Kangaroo Dog Food

SO the vet tells my dear husband that due to the fact that our new dog (Samson, 6 y/o yellow lab seen above) has allergies (to wheat and corn, supposedly) that he recommends a special dog food (of course it is only sold at the veterinarians office) made of KANGAROO and sweet potatoes. Did I mention that these tasty morsels cost a mere 80 bucks per bag?

Hmmm, I love the smell of frivolous stupidity in the morning....it is akin to cookies on a diet.

But I digress, in case anyone was wondering, we did not buy said dog food. It is a good thing too because we have found out that Samson has a taste for the finer things in life. Things that negate fancy Kangaroo dog food like the BOX OF DONUTS and 2 BAGS of tortillas (one corn, one wheat) which he downed while I was out on Tuesday, OR the leftover (from the babysitter) chocolate he ate (don't worry folks he is fine) on Wednesday.

But, yes, O yes, he needs special dog food for his "delicate" digestive system.

Fit Throwing and Holly Bushes

Yesterday was a very TRYING day here. One of the sheep didn't want to complete his math page (4 step word problems). He did want to throw his worksheet, and his pencil, and run amok in my house yelling, "I can't do this with you bossin' me!"

AHHHHHH!

We had some re-training and then tried again. Nope, didn't work. The sheep still would not do his work. I had to call in the head farmer at work for reinforcement. The sheep then sat down quietly to do his math. (O, so if Daddy says it...then all is well.....fooey).

I gave the sheep a short break after the 4 hr math page. Sheep do not appreciate breaks....they actually make them feel entitled and sassy. The sheep did not want to come back to the table to work on his grammar. He wanted to throw more fits and yell.

This fit ended with the sheep at the top of a 20ft holly bush, crying for all the neighborhood to hear.

It is so awesome being the mother of the year!