Posts Tagged ‘family’

After arriving at the zoo, and the much needed pit stop, we wondered around for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do first. The oldest wanted to go to the barn area and pet a goat. I thought that this was funny since we owned horses when we lived in Las Vegas for awhile. We had a petting zoo in our back yard. We went to the barn yard and seen the goats, once we were in there, she didn’t want to stand in the line to go out to pet them. Hum, go figure! OK, so we made our way down to one of the little eatery’s and looked at the menu. We were getting pretty hungry but once we looked at the prices, our hunger pains went away. We did get some drinks and got the kids a pretzel to share. After that we left the area and went in a different direction so we totally missed the walk through of the monkey village and that was one thing I wanted to do.

We walked and walked and oh, did I mentioned we walked some more. The oldest seen her weird little monkey’s that she wanted to see, I got a couple of pictures but he was so tiny you can’t really see him in the cage. When going into that area, we totally missed the elephants. I was bummed. Little L was enjoying the ride looking at all the scenery and animals. Then we made the mistake of letting her walk…oh yea I am free, I know she thought. We had to wrestle her into the stroller more then once on this outing. When we got to the zebras and giraffes, we let her out and she was sitting on the bench being so good then all of a sudden she was down and running across the road. I was hot on her trail but she is very quick. I had my hubby and my mom yelling at me to get her. Like I wasn’t trying!

We missed one section of the park but it was just so big and we were all pretty tired. By the time we got to the top where the lions and tigers were, Little L had had enough. I gave her some lunch and she quickly passed out in the stroller. I was very happy about that. I know she was worn out, but the crying had to stop. She wanted out of that stroller so bad, but no one felt like chasing her anymore. Oldest wore the wrong shoes, so she spent the last part limping around. In my checking and rechecking of the bag, I forgot to pack her flip flops.

All in all we had a great time. We hit the gift shop on our way out and ewed and awed over all the high priced merchandise. The kids got a t-shirt a piece from their grandma, then we left. All of us were limping thru the parking lot except for little L who was still sleeping peacefully in her stroller.

 

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Oldest posing with the Zebra’s.                                                                                                      Walking up to the Lion and Tiger area.

 

091 Sporting her new t-shirt and enjoying some nilla wafers.

halloween

Made a trip up to the good ole Walmart today for my mom to pick up a few things, and my oldest wanted to stop in Party City to look at their Halloween costumes. She has decided to be a Zomberella. What the heck is a Zomberella, you ask? Well, it is a cross between Zombie and I guess, Cinderella. The dress is black with scull and cross bones on the top. Every year she always goes for the dark costumes. I really wanted her to go with something that had more color. We looked on the wall for something Little L might like. Of course at that age, everything is so cute. We picked out 3 that we liked, a bunny, a kitty and a cute candy corn outfit.  I really liked the bunny but I am afraid it will be too hot and Little L isn’t going to let me put and keep anything on her head. The kitty outfit was really pretty but my hubby said no…that left the candy corn, its a dress, but it is very bright and colorful. I want something easy, in and out! We seen a candy corn outfit for the teens and it was really cute too. I tried to talk oldest into it and thought I had her, but my dear sweet hubby chimed in and said “let her dress the way she wants.” Which was really funny cause he would never say that any other time.  Then we went on and played with the Halloween masks and accessories. Oldest got a tube of black lipstick. She has been wanting some for awhile. When she found it, she was a happy girl. Little L got a purple candy bucket. May not go with her outfit we finally decide on, but hey it was a dollar, so who could complain.

Last year, oldest dressed as a witch.  She found a costume that was pretty colorful and the bottom of it lit up. When it came time to go out, we couldn’t get the darn thing to work at all. Figures!  I thought. I really wanted to see it sparkle out in the dark. I remember going to this one house and I stood off to the side and I heard the couple giving out candy tell her that she was the prettiest witch that they had seen all night. It was getting late too, so that made her feel pretty special,  even tho it wasn’t lit and sparkly.

My hubby came across a Michael Myers mask in the store today and tried it on. We have talked about him dressing as him almost every Halloween. When I was pregnant with oldest, I had a dream that my sweet hubby was actually Michal Myers and he was chasing me, trying to *swallow* kill me.  I still remember that dream, even tho it has been 10 almost 11 years. Back when we lived in Vegas, we had a big front yard with a good size tree. We had tons of tick or treaters. I told him that he needed to dress like that and stand beside the tree as they approach. Just stand, nothing else, and see who was actually paying attention or just after candy. I really miss living there, we always got complements on our decorations too. Last year, we bought a ton of candy and didn’t have one person show up. We had so many back in Vegas, we had to turn out the light early cause we ran out. Oh well, we showed them. We ate all that candy by ourselves. 😉

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I used to never enjoy Fall. It meant going back to school, and back east, it turned cold as soon as September 1st arrived. Now, living in the desert, and loving hot weather, I never thought I would actually miss the changing of the seasons. The leaves turning into colors of orange and yellow. The fact that my kids don’t get to feel the crispness in the air. Makes me very sad. I have been telling my hubby that we need to move. I miss grass. It does sound odd, but I do. All we have here is rocks and sand.

So now that it is almost the end of September, I am in the mood to go to a pumpkin patch. We got to go last year, for a school field trip. It was rather fun and we wanted to go back. Well…this year, the school has two planned, one that is 2 hours away, and another that is 3 hours away. You have to be joking. Why would they schedule these trips like that. Doing online school, you have to find your own way to where the field trip is. I am not getting up at 4 am to leave at 6 am to be there by 9 am and have to leave at 12 noon. This is when one is actually closing for the day.

I was thinking about this earlier today and how much of a bummer it is, when I remembered the time we were living in Washington. We found a pumpkin patch really close to where we were and went in the middle of the week. My hubby doesn’t like big crowds, so we try to plan stuff during the week, not the weekends. When we got to the patch, the lady took our money and told us that we get a free small pumpkin when we left. Cool, we like pumpkins. There was a hay maze and of course, the pumpkin patch but everything else was closed till the weekend. That was fine. We amused ourselves with the pumpkin patch, I took tons of pictures of  Little T by the scarecrow, by the pumpkins, by the hay maze entrance, in the hay maze. If there is a photo op I am gonna take it!

Being on the plump side, I didn’t want to go through the hay maze. Daddy and Little T went through it several times. I stood to the side and watched, laughing and enjoying the fun Little T was having. They took a break and Little T said I needed to go through it, just once. I said no over and over again. Came up with every excuse I could. She would not let it go. I finally gave in, and said yes. She wanted me to go first. I think she knew if I went last, then I could easily get out. I stood firm and made her go first. Well since she had been through it so many times, she knew her way. She was done before I got a quarter of the way in, it seemed. We were laughing and I was crawling when all of a sudden we came upon a really tight area. I went to go through, and got stuck. OMG I am stuck in the freaking hay maze. I told Little T I was stuck, she was behind me now, so she turned around and went back out to tell her dad. Well while she is doing that, I am cussing and fuming, how could they make this so flippin tight I kept saying over and over. There were no warning, no restrictions, or I would have definitely not went in. I got soooo mad, that I tried to turn around and forgot that there was hay above my head. Under that hay was a very hard 2 x 4 that when I raised up, I slammed my head into. I hit so hard, I thought I was gonna pass out.  It took me several minutes to shake it off.  I got even madder that I did this that something came over me and I got myself unstuck. I really don’t know how I did it, but I was free. Thank God. I told my hubby what happened. He asked if I was ok and I said yes, thought so. We ended up leaving shortly after this. But before we did, we went to pick out our pumpkin and I told the lady that there was a tight area and I got stuck for a few minutes. I also told her I hit my head. She didn’t seem too concerned. I guess since I made it out ok, she didn’t think it was too important.

The one we went to last year, was much bigger and they had all kinds of animals to look at and feed. Little L was only 3 months old, so she didn’t get to do a lot. That is another reason I want to go this year. She would definitely have fun!

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I just love starting the day out with baby giggles. To hear them makes me smile from ear to ear. That is how today started. Little L is officially 15 months old! I watch this baby girl grow and learn everyday. It’s just amazing!!  Two days ago, we turned her crib into a toddler bed. I know, most don’t do this until the kid is at least 2 or so. But Little L never sleeps in her crib anymore. She is always, ALWAYS, in the bed with us. Even when I try to move her I may get an hour or two tops before she wakes up and cries. Because I am weak, and of course, the lack of sleep, I give in, and put her back in with us. She used to sleep in her crib through the night, but she came down with a head cold in the spring and then some teething went on…so you get the picture.  (Yea yea, excuses, excuses!)

When daddy took off that front side, and lowered the mattress all the way down, the fun was on. She had a blast going up and down and playing on the bed. We also got some great pics of her sweet smiles.

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Even big sis joined in on the fun and crawled in the crib with her. I don’t know how, with her long legs, but she did it.

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She hasn’t slept in her bed as of yet. We just want her to get used to it, and hoping one day, she just lies down and goes to sleep. Probably wishful thinking, but dreamers can dream, right?!

Yesterday morning, when she woke up the first thing she did, after making sure I was awake, was head right to the new toy bed. Then I heard the giggles. So sweet!! A little bit later, big sis came in and then there were more giggles. I tell ya, these two together are so cute!

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The giggles continued throughout the day. They had a game last night of Little L sitting on the bed, looking at a book. Then big sis would throw the blanket at her. She, of course, would laugh like crazy and get down, give her sister back the blanket, crawl back onto the bed and continue “reading”. Too funny. I tried to get some pics of this, but Little L saw the camera and forgot about the game and wanted it instead. Can’t wait to see what else these two come up with!

 

 

After reading so many wonderful blogs, I decided I wanted to try my hand at it. I haven’t been writing for long, when low and behold I get nominated for an award. I was nominated by Meaningful Mommy.     I have enjoyed reading her writings, so I hope you will stop by and take some time to peak through her site.

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The rules for accepting this award are:

1. Thank the person who has nominated you. Provide a link to his/her blog.

2. List the rules and display the award image.

3. Include 7 facts about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know that they have been nominated.  This is a way to introduce others to bloggers that you love.

5. Display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you.

 

7 Facts about me:

1. I lived in Germany when I was 19 for about 3 years.

2. I am addicted to scrapbooking. I have two beautiful subjects so it is lots of fun.

3. I love the beach, even though I have only been there a handful of times.

4. I am very shy at first, but once you get to know me, I won’t shut up.

5. I have lived in 6 different states over the past 16 years.

6. I haven’t worked for a year and a half. When I did, I was a Customer Service Manager at good ole Walmart.

7. When I started writing my blog, I was worried that no one would read it. Here I am being nominated for an Award. Yeah!

 

Here are my nominations for One Lovely Blog Award:

Scrawling Consciousness

My Realistic Motherhood

Reason To Laugh

Raising A Daughter in a House of Teenage Boys

Sorry I’m A Mom

Pieces and Parts

Heavens To Betsy

Behind the Onesies

If Traffic Had A Face I Would Punch It

The Blissful (never-wanted-to-be) Mommy

The Babbling Brooke

The Mental Mom

The Happiness Trick

Random Shit My Kids Say

Embracing Wade

 I have found lots of good reads on these sights. Thank you all for sharing, and I hope this brings more readers and followers your way!! 🙂

*There is no time limit for passing this award on to others.*

Your fellow blogger,

Lesa

Hand-me-down

A garment or other item that has been passed on from another person.

 

I dressed little L in her big sister’s hand-me-down dress today. It’s sleeveless, with dark pink, yellow and green flowers, so dainty looking. She is so adorable in it. Of course, I am a bit biased, being mommy and all! I got out my scrapbook that I have of her sister, and found the pictures I took so long ago. The pictures of my little T, dancing about the yard, one hot summer morning. We were staying at my mom’s house back in West Virginia that summer. We were on our way out west and wanted her to get to know her granddaughter before we left in the fall.

It is funny how when you get an image in your mind, a memory, if you will, of someone, then look at a picture and you realize that your memories were of what you wanted, not what you got. I remembered her smiling and dancing around, and I could have sworn she had a purse and sunglasses on. Oh yea, she did, but that was a different day, a different dress.  She was dancing in the pic, but not really smiling. I then  remembered it being so hot and humid that morning. She was patiently waiting on us to get ready to go shopping. I could see it in her eyes, she was not thrilled about the whole thing. Her face was much thinner then I remembered also. Little L’s face is rounder, but then I remember too, that Little L is only 14 and a half months old. Little T was atleast 20 months, maybe more. Oh gosh, Little L is wearing 18 months at 14 months, that’s not good, I thought. Little T was always taller then most so I always had to buy bigger with her, and still do.

I only kept a small amount of Little T’s baby clothes. I carried all them around for several years, and thought I would never  have another baby. (Well never say never!)  I gave away tons of clothes, some even had the tags still on them. I only kept what was really sentimental to me. When Little L was born, she was a summer baby, where Little T was a fall baby. I couldn’t bring L home in long sleeves, not here in the desert. Some of the outfits have worked out tho. I kept a handful of onesies that Little L still sleeps in at night. They are getting a little tight on her, but should last until fall finally hits here and we have to switch to long pants.

My big idea was to take some pictures of Little L today wearing that same pretty little dress. In my mind, I wanted her to dance around and be silly and laugh. I would just stand back and snap away. Little L had different plans. She needed a nap in a bad way, so no pictures of her smiling.  I would just have to wait till later, after her nap. I did get a few frowns and cries. She was trying to get my camera in most of them, as usual.

As I was putting Little L down for that much needed nap, I got to thinking how my mom never kept anything I wore when I was a toddler. Other then shoes. I found a couple of pairs not long ago, that she says my brothers and I both wore. But no outfits, no cute little dresses, no frilly little hats. This made me kinda sad, but at the same time I was happy that I did actually keep some things from Little T’s toddler days, and I will keep some things from Little L’s also. Hopefully they will cherish those items and let their baby’s wear those wonderful old hand-me-downs.

 

The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Hand-Me-Downs

 

A Trip to the Grocery Store

Posted: September 2, 2014 in funny, kids, toddlers
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Well, we spent our day, the first day of September, at a wonderful, magical place I like to call the Grocery Store. Oh yes folks, you heard me right. No cookouts for us, no playing in the pool one last time. Nope, we wanted to go where everybody goes and nobody knows your name…

Usually my hubby sits out on the grocery shopping trips. This time, for some reason, he wanted to go. I really hate when he does because we buy so much more stuff and most of the time it gets wasted. When he said he wanted to go, I said ok like whateves. I didn’t think he would actually do it. Since he was going that means little L got to go too. I plan my shopping when I know he is going to be around, so I don’t have to drag her with me. It is just less stressful on my part. Although she cries when I leave, she is so happy to see me when I get back.

Today was the day where she should have been able to stay at home. It started out good. She was all excited, looking at everything and everyone. Then my husband took her out of the cart. Wrong move honey pie! She wanted to play and run and run some more. After a bit of a struggle and some crying , we got her back into the cart and proceeded on the shopping journey. We hadn’t gotten very far, when my oldest says “Hey, where’s her paci at??” Oh dear Lord up above! We have done it now. The paci is missing! We search the cart, her bag, retraced our steps, (we only went a foot). Nothing! Nada! Ziltch! We started looking under the pallets in the middle of the floor. Everyone down on the ground now, we have a paci to find! After some searching, and some praying, my hubby saved the day and our sanity.

After the recovery mission, we went on through the store. Little L getting ansy, not wanting to sit in the cart, so she starts grabbing at everything. I would say she was thinking,  All this food and I can’t eat any of it! We went down the can food isle and my hubby parked the cart up against the shelves and started looking at canned fruit on the other side. He calls me over, me not thinking, goes. Then I start to hear, “get her, get her”. Hey that sounds like my mom and OMG what is little L doing now. I turned around in an instant and Little L is reaching for a huge ass jar of pickles. Now I ask you, why do they still put pickles in glass jars?  Everything else is in plastic. Why not that? Now this part was pretty funny. My hubby, oldest and I start running towards the cart, but all in slow motion. I was thinking I am never gonna make it, I am NOT going to…make…it. Finally I reached out saying NOOOOOO!!! I caught the jar before it even left the shelf. Laughter commenced and a round of high fives. We got this! Whew!

Our next stop we did not park the cart up against the shelves, we left it right in the middle of the isle. Making people go around was rather fun though.

We ended up taking her out of the cart a couple more times. She just wouldn’t stay still, crying and fussing. Daddy carried her, then I carried her, then sis chased after her. I just wanted this shopping trip to end. We made it to the checkouts and got everything unloaded. We were at one of those stores that you have to bag everything yourself. Oh joy! That’s the best part about bringing hubby, I have to say. He will do all the bagging. While that was happening, and I am watching the total go up and up, Little L is just throwing a fit in the cart. I grab a can of baby cheese puffs, that she loves, and gave them to sis. I go back to watching the total and happen to look over at the girls, Little L is opening her mouth and spitting not 1, but 3 cheese puffs out into her sissy’s hand. I yelled, “Hey, becareful! Don’t choke your sister!” I got the eye roll from the oldest but I was dead serious. We made it to the car and on the ride home, Little L quietly passed out. Ahhh! She actually continued sleeping after we got home for another 2 hours. She was exhausted. Needless to say, we were too.

Another fun part about this day was after getting home I forgot the garlic bread for tonights dinner. Yippee, I get to go back to the store. But this time I went alone!

 

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Remember, Crazy is Hereditary!

Posted: September 1, 2014 in funny
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Sitting here on a sunday evening, enjoying some quiet time. Little L  finally went to sleep. She has had a head cold for the passed 3 days and not getting much rest has caught up with both of us.  I thought I would catch up on some things I have been wanting to do but couldn’t while she has been sick. I find myself thinking of the argument I had with my mother this morning. It wasn’t really an argument, maybe a disagreement, but it ended with her running off and slamming her door, and the silent treatment the rest of the day.

My mom thinks she is the only one in the house that can do the dishes. At first I was like cool, have at, I don’t mind. But now its getting to  be down right irritating. This morning was no different then the rest. She always circles the kitchen atleast twice to see when we will be done. Then as soon as my husband goes out to the garage, she makes her move. “Is everbody done?” She’ll ask. Then the complaining begins. Always complaining about how many utensils were used or how many plates. Always! Then it takes her a good 45 minutes to wash, rinse, dry, and put away. I take the easy route and stack in dish drainer and put away later. They are going to get used again anyways, right. She dries everything to the point of when I need to use it, I have to re-rinse to get lint from the towel off of it.

So this morning, she starts her stacking, then says “who would make such a mess?” She said it twice. I was standing on the other side of the room, and I had to ask what she was talking. I don’t think she realized I was there ’cause of the way she tried to change her words. I got a bit miffed about it and told her that she always runs in before I am done and I never get a chance to clean up my mess. Hell, I hardly have enough time to eat my food. If I have to walk away to take care of little L, she tries to throw my food away. I am 40 years old, and I get treated like a kid. She tried to say that I had a problem. Me a problem? So I told her that she was the one that made the comment. She threw the dishes down and stomped off to her room.

I told my husband and he said “Remember, crazy is hereditary.” He says this to me often. With all the crazy things my mother says and does, he says it is a warning.  (He did agree with me about the dishes.) I know I do sound like her at times, she is my mom, can’t help that. I can only hope that when I’m older and gray, and having to live with my kids, they won’t let me do the dishes. Just in case, crazy is hereditary!