So. Um. This just happened.
My 3 year old was quietly playing with his legos. I went to see what he was doing and saw this.

Me: Um. D. What’s going on here?
D: Mommy,  its a head factory.  They need new heads.
Me: Um. Uh. Um. OK.  How about you go watch Paw Patrol?

What the puck!?!?!?
I shouldn’t panic,  right?  I mean, it’s not normal.  But. But, it’s not not normal.  Right?

Oh dear.

Keeps Me On My Toes

Friday was one of those weird days where D (the three year old) did and said things that kept me on my toes.

It started when he came down the stairs in the morning telling me he was mad at me.

“Why, baby?”

“Because you turned me blue.”

He woke up angry at me for turning him blue in his dream.  In his dream, people. His dream!

“Oh, well, I’m sorry about that.  Wasn’t it great being like a smurf?”

“No, MOMMY!”

Um, ok.  At least he knows his colors.  I could have turned him polka dot.

A few hours past and I was watching a show where someone got a statue of a poodle.

“Look, Mommy.  It’s a moose.”

“No, kiddo.  It’s a poodle.”  This one actually made me giggle for a while.  Also, it reminded me that we need to go to the zoo again, soon.

A little later, this needed to happen.


It was too quite.  D had gone to the bathroom and I was really hoping that he was going in there to try to go, you know?  He still refuses to potty train.

Nope.  He had the Wookie, aka Rookie, in the cat box walking in the litter.    At least it was a part of the box that hadn’t been used, yet.

I washed the guy in serious cleaner and then rinsed in super hot water.

Being a Mom is never dull, that’s for sure.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Trying To Be Organized

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, before life became chaotic with diaper changes and the endless loads of laundry, I WAS ORGANIZED.

It was so long ago, I barely remember it.  But it’s true.

You would think that with all this technology literally at my fingertips with smartphones, tablets, and laptops I would be even more organized now.

Nope.  Not at all.

When I saw an ad for a Daily Action Planner on a social media site I had to click on it.

And the OCD freak that I try to suppress, fell in love.

I also ordered a cute journal that I was going to use specifically for jotting down ideas for this here blog.   I was actually geeky excited about my purchases.  It felt a little like my Birthday opening up the package on Saturday.   (It may sounds like I’m over doing it here, but I really was excited.)

The Daily Action Planner was there with its crisp white pages waiting to have my months busy schedule written on it.  But the journal wasn’t.

On Monday, I responded to the confirmation email to inform them that I didn’t get the journal.  Within 24 hours I had a response and a refund!  The first email was that the person was  inquiring with another department to see the status.  Within an hour of the first email I received a follow up giving me the news that it was on back order and asked if I wanted to wait or receive a refund. They also apologized for having the journal listed as available on the website.    Less than a half hour after I responded that I wanted a refund, I got an email  from someone else confirming the refund would be coming to me.    Having worked in Customer Service, I recognize and like to give kudos to excellent Customer Service.  Thank you Savor The Success for making me feel important.

That journal by the way, was only $7.  They could have dragged their feet on a reply. . .



Losing It! Mommy Guilt

I lost another pound this week, so there is that.  Yeah!

Mommy Guilt

I keep telling myself that I’m doing this all for my boys.  I’m eating healthier and working out to be a better more active mom for the kiddos.  However, some days D doesn’t want to be in the kid care area.  He typically is a happy kid and wants to play with other kids.  It’s those days when he is crying for me not to leave that I feel a little guilty.

Working It!

I ended up working out 5 days last week.  I’m taking advantage of D being in preschool for two hours on Tuesday and Thursday by spending that time doing weights and taking a class.  I took Zumba last Thursday.  I’ve taking Zumba a few times over the past few years.  I always think that I can do that.  But I can’t.  I have no sense of rhythm, at all.  I may or may not go back again tomorrow.

At the table

Kale.  Fucking Kale.  I bought one of those huge Costco size bags of kale last week.  I’ve been eating kale in everything for lunch and dinner since Friday.

No. More. Kale. PLEASE.

When I was typing up my kale notes for this post on my phone, it auto corrected kale to kake.  Which got me thinking. . .

If you added kale to your cake batter whey smoothie would it be called a Kake smoothie???



This weekend may be a challenge because of a family get together.  Next week is Spring Break for the kiddos and the gym is doing a weird Spring Break schedule.  I’m a little nervous that these changes in my schedule is going to mess up my diet.

The Mom Bag aka The Poppins Purse

Most women suffer from The Poppins Purse Syndrome at one time or another.  Women typically carry purses to hold your personal items.   When you become a mother it seems that your purse becomes a Poppins bag.

The other day, I saw a mother that spent several minutes pulling out lunch bags, water bottles, coloring books, crayons, and a book for her to read out of a messenger bag.  It started to look like she would pull out a coat rack any minute.

After I chuckled to myself a little about her bag being a Mary Poppins bag, it got me thinking.     As a mom, you need to keep items in your bag to keep your kids happy, clean and/or hydrated.  You also need your bag to keep items you need. How do some Mom’s do it with a small bag?     I don’t know if I could go without a large bag to put all the shit I need to take with me wherever I go.

For example, today:

This is what I had in my Mom Bag today.    (done with the PhotoGrid app)

This is what I had in my Mom Bag today. (done with the PhotoGrid app)

I went to workout while D was in preschool.  The collage above is what was in my purse when we came home.  I had my water bottle, street shoes, makeup bag, wallet, D’s art, workout binder, and a random straw**.  I love this bag from Sherpani because not only can I hold a bunch of crap in it, there are tons of pockets on the inside and outside of the bag.

What’s in your Mom Bag? Do you suffer from The Poppins Purse syndrome?

*this list is in no real order and these bags can be used separately or together.  ***this doesn’t include what was in the many pockets.

It’s Potty Time! (It’s a poopy subject)

Never try using the pee on a froot loop target trick when the kid is hungry. They will sob uncontrollably.
“Froot Loops in bowl, Mommy, NOT in potty!” My Facebook post 2/27/14

After I settled D down from sobbing over freaking froot loops, I shared the experience on Facebook.  I was lucky with M when he was potty training because he was going to daycare full time.  I will be forever grateful for those teachers for a few reasons.  The main reason is because if it wasn’t for them, M would probably be still in diapers.  I have NO idea how to get D to pee in the potty.    Here are some of the tricks I’ve tried so far.

The Underwear Trick

The underwear trick worked for M.  When M got his Thomas the Train underwear he couldn’t wait to wear them. “Bubble Guppies” is one of D’s favorite shows on Nickelodeon.  D took one look at the Guppies underwear and ran away to play.

Potty & TV

OK.  I don’t want my kid getting used to watching TV while taking a shit.  However, he poops (a lot) and he poops in his diapers while watching TV.  So, I thought, what the hell I’ll just put his potty in the living room.  Turns out “the poop went right up, mommy.”

Froot Loop Target

The whole idea is you put a few round cereal pieces in the toilet and have your son use it as a target and pee on it.  I wish I could do that!

I threw a few froot loops in the toilet and had M show D how to use the cereal as a target.  I thought for sure this would look fun to D and he would want to pee just like his big brother.  I was soooo wrong.

I really wasn’t expecting D to start sobbing uncontrollably finally telling me “froot loops in bowl, Mommy.  Not in a potty!”

Potty Training DVDs

What did I watch this past Friday night?  Oh, “Elmo’s Potty Time.”  Jealous?  Guess what?  D just wanted to read some books and go to bed.

I know that when D is ready, this whole potty thing will click for him.  I just need to be patient.   Oh, and I need to get more Froot Loops.  Turns out, he loves those for breakfast.

Freezer Burn

It is cold.  How cold is it?

Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

Colder than a witches tit. 
My Dad loves that expression.   Which he also uses when its hot.  My question is always what kinda witch is that?  Or is it two different witches?  Was the wicked witch of the east cold and the west witch hot?  Or was it the other way around?  Was the wicked witch of the west cold and did Dorothy pour boiling water on her and that’s why she melted?

Can you tell it’s the second snow day in a row after 10 days winter break?  Poor M was actually looking forward to going back to school.  Today he is pissed off and bored as hell.   If it wasn’t -3 out we would go out and sled.  But it is and I’m out of ideas for things for him to do. 

I think it’s time for a Wiggles dance party. 

How cold is it?   What’s your favorite expression for weather?