Fess Up Friday

Be sure to check out Kira's blog.  It sounds like she may be taking a temporary blogging hiatus, but there is still fessin' up to do.  (Kira, I am with you on the 8000 time outs and potty training insanity making little to no margin in life.  Also?  Happy went from a solid daily 3 hour nap to a solid daily fight/struggle to nap.  I'm worn out.)

The first fess up of the day is courtesy of our neighbors.  I feigned taking a picture of Lil Miss to get a pic of what was in their front yard.

 
Just a recliner with no seat cushion.
Everyday, it is entertaining to see what is in their yard.  Most recently I have spotted a vacuum cleaner, a basketball goal (like mangled and crushed-like....not usuable),  and an antique plow.  Fortunately, most stuff gets moved.  Eventually.

They are nice folks.  Just not particularly tidy. 
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We went out to eat recently.  I packed Lil Miss's baby food, but forgot the baby spoon.  We were at a mexican restaurant (one of those build your own burrito places) and they didn't have any spoons.  And Lil Miss was h.u.n.g.r.y. 

So, naturally, I fed Lil Miss with the handle of a plastic knife.

She was ok with it.

On a similar note, Lil Miss is starting to show some sass and personality.  And agenda, as Hubs put it.  Here she is earlier today grabbing Happy's feet and trying to put them in her mouth.  I cannot confirm or deny whether any feet went into her mouth.  Except they did.  Happy just let her do it while he happily watched a show about "err-pwanes".

On said "err-pwane" show, there is a segment about rockets (?? because they are clearly airplanes ??).  Anywho, maybe it is the potty training stuff, but I felt compelled to google how exactly it is that astranauts pee in space.  It seemed like it would be a messy endeavor without that handy gravity thing working for you.  Doesn't sound easy.  It definitely gave me the willies.  Something about suction cups.  I stopped reading.  I just wanted to make sure they didn't have to use catheters.  I couldn't handle much more info than the basics. 

Hubs said now google will forever have me recorded as having searched for such things.  And that's ok with me.  Because I cleary needed to know.

Happy Friday!

Sister Wives

Sister Wives is now on The Netflix.

Let's discuss, shall we?

First off, Happy must have known of my new found purpose of watching all of the episodes as soon as possible.

Why, you ask, did I decide Happy knew of said ambitious goal?

Because the child, bless his sweet heart, has not truly napped but twice in the last four weeks.  And during that (formerly) blessed naptime, I would occasionally watch a show while folding laundry or cleaning. 

I had been a bit ambivalent with my current netflix queue.  However, once I discovered Sister Wives on the instant queue, there was new found joy and purpose to the queue.

But back to the very important issue at hand, discussing Sister Wives (Season 2, to be more specific).

(Also, please know these are rhetorical in nature.  Tongue in cheek, my friends.)

Why are the Sister Wives and Cody so shocked that there is an investigation going on once they officially "went public" with their lifestyle?  Obviously they know it is illegal.  Did they think being on a tv show would help protect them somewhat?

On a similar note, when no apparent child abuse or underage marriage is going on, why does the government even care?  How is their situation much different from live-in partners?  Affairs? {Yes, I know that this isn't an affair, but there is in fact one legal marriage involved (with first wife, Meri) with the other sister wives not being recognized as a legal partner.  Therefore, it would be similar in that way to an affair.}

Why are the Sister Wives and Cody so surprised that no house exists in Las Vegas similar to theirs in Utah?!?!  They seem very aware that their polygamist lifestyle is very much in the minority.  So why, pray tell, do they think they can find a house with multiple kitchens, entryways, and countless bedrooms?

Does Cody seem a little bit like a gnarly surfer dude to anyone else?  Isn't that a bit strange for a man married for so long to so many women and who has so many kids?  Or, is that why he is so gnarly?

The questions running through my mind are countless.  I am absolutely fascinated and intrigued, yet somehow still in disbelief that people do, in fact, live that way.

Regardless, I give them props for their honesty and boldness.  And I do love Christine's sassiness.

What do you guys think of the show? 

Road Kill Casserole Confirmed (Sorta)

Remember this from yesterday?

Well, the deer was gone today.

That guy must have had some agenda with the deer.  Road Kill Casserole, perhaps?

I know our highly efficient government officials will at times pick up road kill.  But I also have observed that they have been a bit behind on said duty.

Thusly, I am concluding (on solid and indisputable evidence, nonetheless) that the man picked up the deer and fed it to his fam.

I Can't Help But Wonder...

I am not sure if it is the time of year or a coincidence, but I am noticing a lot of dead deer on the side of the road lately. 

As in hit by a car.  Missing legs. Decapitated. Blood. Lots of blood.

Well, today, as I was merging onto the expressway to hit up my local Sonic (and do other, more productive errands, thank.you.very.much), I see a dead deer that had been there for several days.  There were skid marks on the road, blood and nastiness everywhere.

It wasn't pretty, folks.

Right as I am completing my merge next to the deer, a car suddenly swerves over to the emergency lane (where the deer is) and starts backing up towards the deer.  It appears that he is going to inspect the deer.

I have no idea what he was planning on doing.  To give him the benefit of the doubt, he could very well be an animal lover seeing if he could help the deer (the deer was clearly dead, but maybe he didn't realize it?).  But, I couldn't help but wonder if he had another agenda.

I read this yesterday and just wondered.  Could he be wanting some road kill casserole?

Surely not.

Right?

Anyone have any normal ideas of what he may have been doing?

We Belong in the Zoo

Happy, my mom, and I went to the zoo a few weeks ago. 

Happy and "Gree" (Grammy)

Lil Miss stayed with my in-laws.  

Don't feel too bad for her.  I am confident that she got more than her fair share of love and attention.  

And spoiling.

I even managed to score some free passes from our county library system, so I was a bit tickled with myself that we got in free of charge.  Without the passes, it would have cost us about $45 for general admission.

Holla!

Happy kept trying to sit in the Gorilla statue's lap.  He just couldn't get quite comfortable.

Running during our lunch "break"

Petting Zoo Area

They had a little train to ride.  A clear highlight of his day. He is not wanting to leave the train in this pic.

 

The carousel.  My mom always loves the carousel rides whenever we see them. I am glad she got to take Happy on one.

 

 

 

Playground area.

"Boo Bus" at playground.  Good times.

Funny side story: I have mentioned Happy's love for "boo buses" in previous blog posts.  As we were driving to meet my mom to head to the zoo, we see this massive caravan of like 10 "boo buses" on the expressway.  Happy was screaming in delight.  I admit that I first thought, "I kinda hope they aren't going to the zoo."  But then I realized the likelihood of them going to the zoo as being miniscule considering we were headed towards the downtown part of our city and that there were countless places that they could legitimately be going.

For whatever reason, I noticed one of the bus's numbers. I thought it would be an easy bus number for kids to remember.  Once we arrived at the zoo and were getting out of our car, there were many school buses in the parking lot (which I assumed there would be). Happy kept announcing their presence with great delight and squeals. I mentioned to my mom how we had seen so many buses on the expressway before we picked her up and joked that I kind of worried they were going to the zoo.  I told her of the bus number that I noticed.  Right at that moment, mom looked up and the very school bus I mentioned drove by. 

Isn't that kinda nuts?!  We were about 35 minutes away from the zoo when I saw those buses.  There were probably 25-50 other places they very well could have been going.  And right as I told my mom that story, that very bus drove by.  Craziness.

And yes, there were lots of wound up school kids running around like animals.  Appropriate being that we were at the zoo.

Anyways, it was a great day! 

Happy zonked out as soon as we were in the car.

Cruciferous Love

I am hungry.

I have brussels sprouts roasting in the oven. (Good news!  They had brussels sprouts at Costco!  I ask you, can it get much better than bulk brussels sprouts roasting in your oven? I think not.)

I bought 2 bags, which is 4 pounds.  I wanted more, but I had to exhibit some measure of self control.

(Why are they brussels sprouts? In the plural?)

I can hardly wait for their tasty goodness to finish roasting, so I am blogging to distract myself.

So hold onto your hats for some utter randomness.

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My gauge for how I am handling life's stresses is storage containers.  If I feel compelled to buy them and buy many of them, I know that I'm feeling overwhelmed.

Lately, I have had to fight the urge lately to buy containers. 

But, I had victory!

There is nary a new storage container in this house.

At least this week.

Don't ask about last.

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Look at these cuties, aren't they precious? 

We are waiting for our requisite free kiddie cookie.

I bit the bullet a few weeks ago and got this beast, the racing car shopping cart.  I needed to get more items than usual, so I was hoping it would hold more.  Can you believe it actually held less?  I didn't realize it until they were loaded in, but it was lacking the bascart thingy.  You know, the thing under the cart.  That is where I put most things.  It was too late to go back and get a regular cart because Happy was LOVING the car aspect.

It was quite difficult to steer.  I ran into several things.

Just a few end caps.  No biggie.

By the end of the trip, Lil Miss was positively buried under all the groceries.

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(For the readers without kids, Potty Training Alert!)

We've had some great pooping in the potty success with Happy lately.  Bribery works, my friends.

Anywho, Happy has been getting up in the morning and going to the potty, then coming to knock on our door.  Hubs is already up at that point, doing work (He's in IT, so he has to check network viability each morning.  Do I sound like I know what I am talking about?  Not a clue.).  He listens out for Happy, but some mornings Happy is extra quiet and Hubs doesn't realize that Happy is up.

The other morning, Hubs heard Happy up.  Hubs hurried to go check on him (to make sure no potty shenanigans were happening).

Right as Hubs opened the door, he sees Happy coming to our door with a filled potty seat in hand.  Right at that moment, Happy's kryptonite, a boo bus (school bus) drove by.  Happy was looking out the window at it in utter excitement as the contents of the potty spilled out on the floor.  Poor Hubs.

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I'll leave you on a less gross note, more sweet kiddie cuteness.

A boy and mud.  A wonderful thing.

My sweet owl.

Blessed beyond measure,
'licious.

Seriously?

Am I really supposed to hire them?

Dun-Rite Home Repairs?

Doesn't the business name negate what they are promoting?

Or is it just me?

(Before you get too concerned about their business model, they did in fact provide a phone number.  I just blocked it out.)