I knew one day the things I liked in childhood would come back in style. I just thought I would be a lot older when it happened. I guess it kind of makes sense. People my age are having kids and a way to market to them is by getting to the adults by bringing back their childhood favorites. Or else they just don't have any original ideas.
Remember these? They're all back.
Cabbage Patch dolls
My Little Ponies
Transformers
American Gladiators
Knight Rider
Mr. Men and Little Misses
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Scooby Doo (Actually I don't know if Scooby ever went away)
I know there are more because I see things all the time that remind me of my childhood. The only thing they haven't brought back is the A-team. But who knows, they could be working on a script right now.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Chicken
Today Torii wanted to watch a cartoon in the living room. Of course I didn't want to watch it. I told him I had just seen a fly, which he hates. It wasn't a lie. I had really just seen one. He got a nervous look on his face and said, "I want to watch it in my room." I have never been so happy to see a fly.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Write it down or forget it forever
I write down everything. As I write now, I am copying my notes that I joted down earlier for the blog. Since I've had kids, my brain is a jumbled mess. The only way I can somewhat get things done is by writing everything down.
I have no less than two lists on my fridge at all times. Right now there is a grocery list, a to do list, a dinner list for the week, and a doctor appointment reminder. My fridge is the secretary I wish I had to keep track of all I need to do.
Lately I've noticed some weird things on my lists. I usually write something down quick as it pops into my head while I'm either doing something else or in between two chores. So the other day I grabbed my grocery list and took a quick look at it. I had written down "grape children." Grape children? What the hell is grape children? I stared at it in complete bewilderment. Grape children, grape children, grape children. What was grape children? Finally the lightening bolt hit and I realized it was suppose to be grape jelly. Grape jelly for the children's peanut butter and jelly. I was obviously thinking of one thing and trying (unsuccessfully) to write another. But that's how my brain works lately. I think about one thing and quickly move onto the next. It is constantly going, thinking about the next thing that needs to get done. It's amazing that this blog gets done and makes any sense. At least I think it makes sense.
I have no less than two lists on my fridge at all times. Right now there is a grocery list, a to do list, a dinner list for the week, and a doctor appointment reminder. My fridge is the secretary I wish I had to keep track of all I need to do.
Lately I've noticed some weird things on my lists. I usually write something down quick as it pops into my head while I'm either doing something else or in between two chores. So the other day I grabbed my grocery list and took a quick look at it. I had written down "grape children." Grape children? What the hell is grape children? I stared at it in complete bewilderment. Grape children, grape children, grape children. What was grape children? Finally the lightening bolt hit and I realized it was suppose to be grape jelly. Grape jelly for the children's peanut butter and jelly. I was obviously thinking of one thing and trying (unsuccessfully) to write another. But that's how my brain works lately. I think about one thing and quickly move onto the next. It is constantly going, thinking about the next thing that needs to get done. It's amazing that this blog gets done and makes any sense. At least I think it makes sense.
Together vs.Seperated
When possible I only go out in public with one child, two at the most. When I say two children, I mean the baby and one male child. Going anywhere with both Rion and Torii is just asking for trouble.
I hate going to Walmart with them especially. They like to get the cart that has the two seats behind the actual cart. The seats are arranged so that the two kids look at each other. I know a mother did not come up with this design. Kids can't just sit and look at each other. No they have to fight and bicker in their seats. A regular isn't any good either because they find ways to fight and bicker then too.
When I go out with just one of the boys it's amazing how well they act. They are down right adorable when seperated. They are polite. They are helpful. It's amazing and I milk it for all it's worth. When I'm out with one boy I can look like the terrific mom with the perfect kids. And then when I'm out with all three kids I look like the frazzled mom with unruly kids.
I hate going to Walmart with them especially. They like to get the cart that has the two seats behind the actual cart. The seats are arranged so that the two kids look at each other. I know a mother did not come up with this design. Kids can't just sit and look at each other. No they have to fight and bicker in their seats. A regular isn't any good either because they find ways to fight and bicker then too.
When I go out with just one of the boys it's amazing how well they act. They are down right adorable when seperated. They are polite. They are helpful. It's amazing and I milk it for all it's worth. When I'm out with one boy I can look like the terrific mom with the perfect kids. And then when I'm out with all three kids I look like the frazzled mom with unruly kids.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
You might be a mom if....
....you've been in a car with someone other than your children and shouted out, "Look! A fire truck!"
....you've found half melted crayons in your heating vent.
....you've kept the shopping cart moving back and forth while shopping. Then realized your baby isn't with.
....you can relate to anything in this blog.
....you've made cereal for supper.
....you have a hiding space for your chocolate so the kids can't find it.
....the sweetest words anyone has ever said to you is "I love you mommy."
....you've found half melted crayons in your heating vent.
....you've kept the shopping cart moving back and forth while shopping. Then realized your baby isn't with.
....you can relate to anything in this blog.
....you've made cereal for supper.
....you have a hiding space for your chocolate so the kids can't find it.
....the sweetest words anyone has ever said to you is "I love you mommy."
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm too busy
Have you ever been so busy that you forgot to use the bathroom? I was feeding Cordelia and waiting for her to get done so I could go to the bathroom. She got done, fell asleep, and what do I do. I did the dishes, folded some laundry, made some more shirts, broke up a couple of fights, poured some milk. cleaned up some spilled milk, played with trains and read game instructions to Rion. Then Cordelia cried and that triggered something in my brain. Oh yah, I was on the way to the bathroom about two hours ago. And Fred wants to be intimate more often. Yah, right, I can barely fit bathroom breaks into my daily schedule!
Yuck
Remember those Flintstones vitamins we got as kids that we could have ate like candy because we thought they were so good? They're not as good as you remember.
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