Splashpad!

Took the kiddos to the splashpad in a town north of us, and they had a blast! It was with the moms' group I'm in, and all the kids had fun. Some of the moms said they'd be wearing their swimsuit... and I won't lie, I do not hang out in the hot sun unless I'm half naked getting some sun... so I wore mine. I was the only one in a swimsuit. It felt like I was in junior high and had showed up on Halloween in costume to find that NONE of my classmates had dressed up.

Also, my observations... the people watching was prolific... obscene... terrific!!

There is NO bike riding on the splashpad. If you do let your child do so, I will make exaggerated movements to prevent him from mowing down any of my kids or my friends' kids.

Dickies jeans on a 65 year old man should NEVER GET WET. Ever.

Older boys can be obnoxious. I am confident my son is not destined for this fate. I am hesitant to make that claim, but I can see 3 yr old boys who are destined for it, and my son is not one. Thank you bejeesus!!

When obnoxious older boys use the water gun thingy to squirt me in the face, they will be told "That's enough!" and get a look that will send them to the playground for a few minutes. I'm old and mean, don't fuck with me.

While playing a chase game with Buddha and some of the other kids, Buddha grabbed the back of my bathing suit bottom and pulled it down... but no one was behind me, just the parking lot. My bodypart flashing for the summer record will not count this one... since it was unseen.

Women are just weird. WEIRD I tell you! So territorial and attitude-y, about things as silly as a picnic table. I didn't actually observe this one, but I know the type.

Put me in a pool...

I love pools. I like to lay next to the water, or in it, and sip a drink. When it comes to taking my kids, I get nervous. I hardly went last summer because Cam was so small and Buddha was 2 and 2 year olds make me nervous in a padded room. This summer is a new summer for me. Both of my kids are old enough to handle, and it gives me such an empowering sense of freedom. I can take them both to a public pool with little to no stress. I watch them like a hawk, but I'm not neurotically obsessing over what accidents could happen. They're having a blast and it's making me so happy to see it.

I have been pooling it all summer and loving it! If I don't get my own pool next summer, I will be purchasing my own swim badge instead of mooching off of my friends who have them.

I like this, I like it a lot. And I think Husband may need to get that vasectomy, because I feel like we have found our happy and balanced medium.

Big girl bed!

Cam is napping in her big girl bed... and has been asleep for a long time. She cried at first, stood at the door a few times... then got in bed and went to sleep. It always amazes me when I think these changes will be so complicated and they end up being simple. It makes me realize that I should start looking at things from the perspective that it isn't a big deal, it'll make me a mellow girl.

Happy Father's Day

We were out late and let Buddha sleep in our bed last night. He is like a little furnace, a cuddly furnace that is. Both Husband and I like to be cold at night. We frequently will find a cold spot on the sheets and fight for it. This morning I woke up to find Buddha and Husband snuggle up like puppies. Both were in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, both had a little drool coming out of their mouth, and both had thrown the covers off of them in the middle of the night...

This is why I love Husband. Happy Father's Day, you're our hero.

T-Ball!

Buddha started playing T-ball this summer. We had the first 2 games this week, and it makes me feel like he aged 5 years in a few days. I'm one of those moms who now carries a portable folding chair in the back of her SUV at all times for games. I brought snacks for the after game. Where did the time go?

Game 1 was hilarious. The first thing I heard was a coach saying "There's no hugging in baseball!!" as a few boys were embracing. Then play started... The ball would get hit after a few swings, and EVERY boy in the field would chase it down, jump on it, and end up in a dogpile. Sometimes the ball would roll out of the dogpile, other times a few of the boys would fight for it. Buddha being the non-violent type, would chase the pack down and jump and land next to the dogpile. He honestly thought that was how you played, and he was loving it!

Game 2 was much better. Less dogpiling. Buddha actually caught the ball a few times! And he ran the bases well and screamed from 2nd base "MOMMY LOOK!!" He did great, but it is literally 95 degrees and 100% humidity with no breeze... and by the end of the game he's red and tired. And I'm sweaty and Cam is filthy. We shower a lot thanks to T-ball.

I would post pictures, but I was sweating too much to care to take any.

This week's events

I had to take my car in to have new brakes put on, oil change, etc. So they gave me a loaner car. A brand new, fast, shiny red, little loaner car. What a feeling! Zipping around town with windows down and music loud was fun. But when I got my car back, it felt better. I missed my car. It symbolizes making a good decision to me because we bought it 5 years ago and I STILL love it.

I bought a truck for Buddha to take to the pool with us. So we go to the pool and he plays with it, and I keep it really close to me so it doesn't get taken. A boy comes over and takes it. Buddha looks upset, and I tell him to share and we'll get it back later. Then the boy gives it to his mom and she puts it down on the other side of the pool. I didn't want it to be lost, and since they didn't want to play with it I walked over to get it. I grabbed it and turned around, only to be yelled at "Hey that's our toy!" I am a freak about water safety so I'm not going to hang around to argue, so I just said "No it's not it's ours. I've had it the whole time we were here." And she yelled again. Then she stood up in the water and looked over at her chair, and saw the toy sitting there. We all saw it, and she knew it.
Did she apologize? No. Why didn't she? Why can't I understand peoples' inability to be accountable for themselves? I HATE apologizing, but I do it anyway.

Veggie Victory is mine!

My diet consists of mainly breads, cheeses, meats, and sweets. Not a whole lotta veggies... I like them but never eat them all so feel like it's a waste. I'm trying to change that with the kids though... but they're just like me... loving carbs and cheese!

So tonight I won. I made spinach ravioli, then put a baby food jar of sweet potato and a jar of carrot into the spaghetti sauce.

They ate it happily. Suckers! Carrots, spinach, sweet potatoes. Their digestive tracts may go into shock.

Seller's remorse

I sold my stroller/infant seat on craigslist. I was sad to hand it over. I considered keeping it forever. It is a piece of us.

Then I remembered the time Buddha threw up on it. And it was stomach virus/sour milk vomit.

I'm not sad anymore.

I bought a new stroller. Guess what kind? The exact same one I had before, only new and cuter. I'm nothing if not loyal.

Twilight brings us together!

Before we moved from Texas, I met some amazing mommies. A few of them I really connected with and I've managed to stay in touch with via blogs. I really liked these ladies and hated to leave them. But alas, I have discovered one of them started a blog, which is great because I'd love to keep in touch with her. Then it was the crowning moment... she is in love with Twilight!! This lady is smart. Funny. Sarcastic. Read her now.

Justice served.

I frequently tell Buddha that if he does x then y will happen, and when it does, don't be suprised. I especially hate when the shit I say to him comes back and bites me in the ass.

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I saw a spider crawling across the ceiling. It wasn't a huge one, but I felt as though I should stop it. I don't know why?

So I take a pillow and throw it against the ceiling... and it runs. I do it several more times but it's not even bothered. Then I did it again. And the damn thing came hurtling right at me and landed on me.

Fast forward to me with all my clothes off smacking myself in the head in case it was in my hair.

Anniversary!

7 years ago I married Husband.

We met when I was 17. We lived in the same dorm, 3 doors down from each other at Southern Methodist University. I spotted him the first week and called him my hottie. He had long hair and a longer last name. I thought he was 'ethnic.' He had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend. Both were back home. We became best friends. He farted in front of me and told me that we had reached a new level of comfort in our friendship. I was in love. He drove me around in his Integra with exhaust. He was so cool. We drank too much. We smoked a lot. The front steps of our dorm were where we smoked, talked, puked, and laughed.
2 years later we went to Boston to visit a friend at MIT. It was snowing. We fell in love.

I'm not his storybook romance. I'm not his type of girl. He likes 'em big and brunette. He likes women who can sing and are frugal. He got none of those things in me. Little did he know that I would be what he wanted. He owes me a thank you. I knew from day one.

There's no one else I'd rather be living life with. He's smart. Smarter than anyone I've ever met. He's rational and logical... which frequently makes me mad. He holds me accountable. He's brilliant and funny and genuine. He laughs a lot. He likes Xanadu and Texas Hold 'em. He's the best friend you'll ever have. He's honest and thoughtful. And he's mine. Happy Anniversary Husband! Can we go to Hawaii next year?