Friday Tidbits

Somewhat like Random Tuesdays, but instead of random thoughts, it's an actual recap of what went on throughout my week. Ok, so it's not really like Random Tuesdays, then.

The Hubband caught a peek of the blog. Wondered who the heck "The Hubband" was. Didn't like that I called him "something so silly" on my blog. Demanded Strongly hinted he'd prefer it if I called him something more respectable. DemandedStrongly suggested I should change it to "The Doctor."

Lest ye be confused-he is not a medical doctor. He's a pharmacist. After 8 years of college, he does in fact hold a doctorate degree. He is legally Doctor Blah Blah. And yes, he does use it as a title.

There's this tiny little shack of a restaurant here in town that The Doctor is obsessed with. I say it's just another hamburger place but apparently I don't know what a good hamburger is. The Doctor has eaten there so often since discovering it, when I went in to pick up his order for lunch the other day, they didn't even ask which order was mine.

The guy also thinks The Doctor has a soap opera name. "Doctor Blah Blah. At your service." Yes-he said that with a straight face while handing me the to-go bag.

Did you know good parents don't let their kids watch SpongeBob? At least, that's what the eyes of some moms I'm acquainted with told me the other day.

Did you know this apparently bad, no, mediocre, no, damn good mom lets her daughter watch SpongeBob sometimes? Bear doesn't get what they're saying. And as soon as she starts to understand the dialogue, well, SpongeBob is going to be taking a niiiiice long, permanent nap. If you get what I'm sayin'.

The kids have been up for 30 minutes now. Bear is running around "snakey" (naked for those of you who don't know the current toddler lingo). She's (gasp!) actually been interested in the potty this week. As in, going on it multiple times a day, telling me when she has to go, sitting on it in big girl panties, then peeing through the panties. Hey-she's trying! Roo is (go ahead & gag, I know it's gross) still scootin' around in the diaper he wore to bed. Putting a diaper on this child is A. FIGHT. A screaming, kicking fight. I am just now waking up enough that I am alert enough to dodge the kicks to the face he delivers, trying to make it impossible for me to snug his diaper up tight.

Even though I made up the nicknames for the babes & even though I really do call them that when I talk to them, it still freaks me out when someone refers to them as "Bear & Roo" when commenting on here. I read the comment & get all "Hey! How the hell do they know my kids' nicknames? Where did they hear that? Who do they think they are, calling my kids by their nicknames??!" And then my brain starts working again & says "Hello dummy. That is what you call your kids! What else are your readers supposed to refer to them as? Thing 1 & Thing 2?"

Although, right now, Bear is being kind of wild like a Thing. She's pushing Roo around the living room, rolling him back to tummy over & over again. He just thinks its hilarious & ohmygodtotallyridiculouslyawesome that she is even paying a bit of attention to him.

Today was supposed to be drop all my crap off "take my donation bags to Goodwill day." Instead it has turned into "Sit around & wait on the landlord & electrician day." Last night a giant limb came crashing down in the backyard. The Doctor & I were outside when it happened. It slammed into the shed where I had been in & out of all afternoon. Pulled down our cable line. Snagged the electrical line & bent that pole that attaches your electricity to the your house. The Doctor called the emergency line at the electric company & they told us that it was an electrician's problem & the only thing they'd do for us is shut our electricity off. So now the kids & I are trapped yet again spending another morning at home, waiting on someone to show up & fix a problem.

In typical horrible mother fashion, I'm not fixing the kids Easter baskets this year. They don't get it, I don't need to eat all the candy I'd buy to put in there, they don't need more random toys that they won't play with, and I'm pretty sure both grandmas will go overboard with the baskets they fix, anyways. We are going to the Easter egg hunts here in town tomorrow though. One of them is going to have Elmo, Cookie Monster, Big Bird, Minnie Mouse & the Easter Bunny. Bear's current obsession is with "Elwo" so I'm curious to see how she'll react to seeing one that is 89x her size. And then Sunday, we plan on taking advantage of accepting my mom's help while she's here & having her watch the kids so we can get some serious packing done.

Aaaaaand that's all.