28 February 2008

Check Yes or No.

Dear Slutty Regions Lady,

I am very aware that my husband's wedding ring is currently MIA, and yes... it must be very appealing to see men come in all dressed to the 9's in their business attire. I understand your desire for a man that has the ability to deposit cash into a banking account. Too bad you aren't aware that we are not, in fact, rolling in cash, but simply that the transaction was a monetary gift from his "mommy".

Maybe you should have taken the time to acknowledge that your customer's account was a joint one with another woman AND they shared the same last name. Furthermore, it wouldn't have hurt for you to notice the two linked savings accounts under the names "Chase" and "Conner" with birthdates within the past 3 years... and no... those aren't his dogs.

But, had you not paid attention to any of these things, oh Queen of the Deposit, might I school you in the world of dating and love for a brief moment.

You might be single for many reasons. Not the right "timing" or you've been a religious bad-dater. Maybe it's your inability to divide yourself away from your obviously demanding career. Either way, my personal take on it is this: Who, above the age of 9, signs deposit slips to married men with "Have a wonderful day" followed by a smiley face AND your name, Bonnie, with a heart above the "i"? Wow, how Lisa Frank of you.

Much Love from the "Little Mrs.",
Amanda

25 February 2008

How many Weight Watchers points are 3 tsp. of "ice dream"?

Contemplating what to blog about while standing in my kitchen, leaning over our computer since Conner decided he would no longer allow anyone to sit and type... a new blog topic struck me.
He stopped bothering me within minutes and began demanding a "blue bowl". Oh geez.. not again. "Well, at least I'll have something to blog..."
Conner's new OBSESSION is a blue bowl, a spoon and then he prances (literally) to the freezer. With every ounce of strength he flings the door open then points to his favorite creamy delight "ice dream" (haha... ice cream.. funny though, eh?).
This occurs before or after every meal and at least once at night. I've learned to ration his "ice dream" by only serving him about 3 teaspoons of the stuff. He's ecstatic, nonetheless, and takes his small serving away to sit at the table.
Since I believe he is aware that I'm unhappy with his decision to become a fatty (totally joking), he quickly returns the blue bowl and spoon to the kitchen as soon as he is finished. And by finished, I mean he has licked the bowl spotless. Then, I am promptly thanked ("tank you momma").
I'm not proud of his thrice daily fatty treat, but I am impressed with his ability to get all the ice cream in his mouth, not on the floor (or the walls... or his lap... or in his playroom floor.. or on the moon.. you get my point). Equally impressive are his manners about the whole thing.
Not as impressive though? Last night, post ice cream time, I found him in the kitchen floor... freezer door open... top off the ice cream... and Conner on the ground LAPPING UP the melted ice cream from the top of the container. Nice.

23 February 2008

One of those moments.

In the midst of the screams and headaches, the terrorizing shrills of his cries, the toe-wrenching and heart-stopping agony of Chase's never-ending hollarfestapalooza...


He gave us his first smile.


And for a moment, I was reminded of how much I LOVE being a mommy.

19 February 2008

If I make it out alive.

Chase is more than a handful, let's just call him "unbelievable". As a precursor: yes I've spoke with his doctors and we are currently working on a solution.
Chase cries 24/7. And by that, I'm basically not exaggerating. If he isn't nursing or asleep (and by asleep, I mean on me or beside me) ... has has MAYBE 4 to 5 10 minute spells of not screaming a day. You must hold him... and by "you" I mean me... and NO ONE ELSE INCLUDING MICHAEL!
I can't cook, I can't eat, I can't shower, I can't clean..... my house is a war zone. I can't leave the house... for in the car I can't comfort him. Driving to BHam for doctor's appointments puts me in tears 40 minutes in (with an hour to go) because by that point Chase's screaming is hurting Conner's ears and then he starts crying too!!

He just started a colic medicine last night, we'll see how that goes. But honeslty, the nurse, my mom and I don't believe that's the problem. Colic isn't non-stop and his screaming doesn't fit the "colic puzzle".

Lord, help!

08 February 2008

Conner at 2 yr 8 mo.

OK OK... so "2 years 8 months" isn't exactly an even age to document... but I thought this was such a neat way to record your little ones development that I couldn't resist (I stole it from Jamey.. who also stole it from someone else). So here goes!








(turn head sideways for the first pic, sorry!)

I love to name my colors and I know them very well. Orange, Yellow, Blue and Green seem to be my favorites... but I also know Red, Brown, Black, White, Pink and Purple.

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is my new favorite show... although Blue's Clues is still awesome.

I recently discovered that mommy and daddy don't particularly enjoy it when I draw on the dining room wall...

.. The "draw" (crayon) I used was about the size of a pencil eraser and I'll never tell where I found it.

I have a new favorite drink for naptime. What I don't know is that it's actually a liquid multivitamin since I refused Flintstone's hardcore...

... I also don't know that this liquid multivitamin has broccoli, brown rice, spinach, melon, carrots and other assorted fruits and veggies b/c if I did know... I'd never go near the stuff.

"Thank You Momma" is a frequent saying... and if ANYONE dare sneeze, cough or clear their throat, they will soon receive a "Bless You".

I like to pick out my clothes now, even if they aren't exactly seasonable.

I recently discovered the laptop computer and now can randomly be found sitting in front of it, starring... and waiting on "Stinky Mow" (Mickey Mouse!)...

....So mommy found the Official Mickey Mouse website, and I really enjoy playing the games online with lots of supervision from mom and dad.

My new baby brother cries... a lot... so I make sure everyone knows by announcing when he does. "Momma, Dadda... Baby Chase a crying".

I am working on my ABC's using my foam letters. I love to bring you the letter you request, one by one, and get it right about 75% of the time!

I can count to ten, but usually leave out the number 4 and 7. They just aren't my favorites.

I'm in the 75% percentile on height and 25% of weight!

I can't wait for it to be warm outside again so I can ride my new Jeep Powerwheels in the backyard!

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