How About ... No.

Have you ever felt the sudden urge to reach out in public to a complete stranger and touch their feet?

Me neither.

So I must ask what possessed the crazy old woman at Publix this morning to foot-molest my child. She was in her 50s (so she wasn't even that old!), poorly dressed and obviously off her rocker. I was standing at the fresh veggie section, picking out red potatos with Conner. He loves to hold open the bag and let me put each one in... one by one.. then he puts the spuds on the scale... then places the bag in the back on the buggy.

Anyways, in the middle of the veggie routine, this nut job walks up to him "oohhing" and "ahhing" at Conner's helping skills. Then she starts attacking his feet. The thing is, Conner normally LOVES to have his feet touched, but he gave her a face of disapproval and turned the other way. She kept on.. even though he obviously wasn't sharing the same experience.

I stopped ackowledging her foot obsession and kept on picking out veggies. She soon wandered off. Conner threw his bag into the buggy and away we went to get some OJ.

But there she was. I contemplated getting OJ later, but I knew if I left the area now that I'd never remember to come back. So, I started sifting through the expired OJ's to find one to my liking only to be interrupted by the sound of this psycho foot lady harassing my child AGAIN. She made strange dinosaur-like noises and obscure faces sure to frighten any age child. I can't imagine her children are stable.

Alas, I left. I never ackowledged her presence at the OJ cooler, so I assumed she had noted my cold shoulder and that she wouldn't be returning.

Wrong.

At the fish counter, I begin telling the fish lady that I would like 4 pieces of tilapia when out of NOWHERE crazy-foot-dinosaur-lady approaches Conner. He actually reached out and grabbed my shirt as she walked up! She started attacking his feet again and talking dinosaur jumbled. I had enough. I grabbed my fish and in mid foot-attack, I started to push my buggy away.

I never saw her again, thank God. I was about to go mad-preggo-woman on her.

So tell me... what possesses people to act like this? I've never felt compelled to touch anoher person's child much less harass them. Even further from that, I'm not going to approach a stranger of ANY age and make odd noises and pecular faces especially as a repeat offender.

Needless to say, Conner came home and took a bath asap and I made double sure to wash his feet. I just regret that I can't wash away the scars from his memory of this crazy woman touching him and his new fear of dinosaurs.

I've been tagged...

I'm actually kinda proud that I was tagged on a blog, how dorky is that? Maybe it's just because I'm new at this. We'll see how long my enthusiam lasts...

First Memory: I have a rough-draft memory of my 3rd birthday party, specifically the cake. It was Strawberry Shortcake , and I adored it. I also recall "snacking" with my Golden Retriever named Sugar. We would always camp out in a lower cabinet in the kitchen, pulling pieces of bread out of the bread box. I was about 2 1/2. Good times.

First Kiss: That would be to Blake Burdett in 6th grade. He took me to the sock hop, yay. Turns out... he's gay.

First Love: Oh that's easy, myself. Seriously though, William Lively. He was my first "real" boyfriend. We were practically inseparable until his mother passed away. It was very sad.

First Thought in the Morning: Most of the people I've seen write something about "ugh... do I have to get up?" or "can my child please go back to sleep!".. but honestly - I don't think in the morning. I just do. It's robot mode.

First Question I'll Ask in Heaven How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?
I'll probably be in too much shock and awe to say anything.

First Thought Upon Hearing the Word "Vacation": Um when? And is it warm? Because it's pretty much not a vacation unless it's warm (with a few exceptions). I do always ask if the hotel has a pool though.

First Best Friend: That I remember? Becky Hall. We did everything together, including Camp Winnataska. Ahh.. how I miss camp!

Last Food I Ate: Ha! A glass of sweet tea and a handful of iced animal cookies with sprinkles.

Last Time I Cried: My hubby's friend invited him (by himself) out for dinner last Saturday and my feelings were hurt (I"M PREGNANT AND NEED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!). So, I got to go...

Last Good Book I Read: A Man In Full - Tom Wolfe

Last Hug That Melted My Heart: Conner! He has been running a mild fever all day, which means he loves his mommy even more! Sigh.

Last Funny Thing I Did: Order an "I'm blatantly pregnant" pizza from Mellow Mushroom. A 10-inch with jerk chicken, pepperonni, extra cheese, pinneapple, banana peppers, spinach and sprouts. The couple we were with laughed. It's really not that weird....

Last TV Show: Top Chef on Bravo. I'm an addict.

Last Place to go on Vacation: Destin, FL. Good times.

I have no one to tag... so sad! Oh wait, Laura hasn't done it! I tag you!

Random tips

Yes, I do read others' blogs. Guilty. It's part "nosey neighbor", part sheer interest in others and part me enjoying the basics of sociology.
So, I've noticed many people giving random, yet useful, household and mommy related tips. I'm going to give it a try.

Mommy Tips:
1) Use lemon juice to stop browning is a common tip in the kitchen. But many moms don't think to apply it to every toddler's fav: the banana.
At our house, Conner enjoys what we call "the banana phone". In which, he acts hungry and tricks us into getting a banana down from the counter. Then, he begins to dial and talk to the banana. Good times. Except that he won't eat it. So, we open the banana and throw away the peel. Problem? He probably wasn't hungry to begin with and won't eat it. I finally decided I was tired of throwing away browned bananas and tried putting just a small amount of lemon juice on it and placed it in a plastic bag in the frig. To my surprise, the next day I found a perfectly good, yet cold, non-browned banana in my frig.
Trick is: only use a small amount. Too much and you'll homemade banana-lemonade mush. Yuck.

Picture this!

Conner's portraits from Portrait Innovations. I'd venture to say they are better than his super expensive pics from a professional photographer in the Ham. Plus, they cost about a third. Yay!

Meow?

Two great achievements in Conner's budding language abilities occured yesterday during the lunch hour.

First, we went to get my growing belly some garments that don't make me look like a tramp (you know, the kind that actually fit...) at Eastchase. We opted for Rue 21 since they have cute stuff pretty cheap. It just so happens that they don't open till 10 and I was there at 9:30.

So we went for a field trip to PetSmart and ventured near the kittens for adoption. We strolled past a few until Conner flung out his arms towards a glass cage with 2 kittens, one grey and one orange (2 and 4 months respectively).

Conner: Helwo? Helwo? (Hello, Hello)
(pause) Helwo?
Meow? Meeooow.
Meow, Helwo?
then he turned to me..
Mine? Meow mine!
Mine!
so I stop and explain to him that the kitties have to stay there. This is where they live, and daddy would have a fit if we brought one home. So, Conner took a deep breath and turned back to the kitty.
Meow, Bye. Bye bye.

Too funny for me. Really.

Then, after we made it back home with our Guthrie's (yummm), Conner was stuffing his face with french fries, special sauce and chicken fingers. He was almost close to done but I figured I'd shoot for another bite of chicken. So I asked "Would you like some more chicken?" To which he replies "No shicken. Tanks". I died laughing.

First time I've ever heard him say chicken (even if the first two syllables were incorrect).

More blogging on his picture session today a bit later!

One bunny, Two

Ashley blogged about a bunny incident she encountered a few months back while venturing in her backyard.

Well, Ash, he now lives with us. Thanks.

Michael was out mowing the lawn last week when I hear him screaming like a school girl from the front yard. I pause and try not to think about which limb he prospectively has cut off.

No missing limbs, just a happy as a 4-year-old hubby in the bushes bent over a small creature. A little baby bunny. Adorable, yet scared stiff.

Poor thing. 

Michael is very loving of animals, which is something I in turn love about him. We'd probably have an indoor farm if not for our frequent sanity checks and minuet amount of self-control. So, he asks "What do they eat?" ... followed by "Go get some lettuce."

First off, we have no lettuce. But I do have stale bread. They eat that, no? 

We pulled off two failed green bell peppers from my plants, along with 1 piece of stale wheat bread and a few grapes. Quite the meal, I might say.

So, now we are the proud owners of a yard bunny. Conner LOVED it and called it his "doggie". Yet sadly, we haven't seen yard bunny since that day. If you are reading this yard bunny, come back home... and please don't stray near the Mills house.

Another little person...

 Looong overdue posting of my latest (first really) ultrasound picture of Baby Zaremba number 2. She/He is sucking her/his thumb. Too cute! Next ultrasound to find out the sex at the end of this month.... yay! Keep yours fingers crossed for a boy (but a girl would be a blessing too).

Thanks Ashley for letting me borrow your scanner. Sadly, ours has gone to a better place.