Her interview questions are always so good (in all her interviews) that it makes me question if she's truly the SAHM blogger that she claims to be, and is instead actually a TV personality that is making a foray into the blog world incognito... ;)
Seriously, Gretchen...you got skillz!
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In our household it's been part of a long-standing after bathtime routine that we twirl a cotton swab in our boys ears.
Thanks to our first pediatrician who looked for "bunnies" with that funnel-ear-gadget, we've always said to the boys, "Gotta get the bunnies out of your ears" as we do this. (Of course Jericho is way past this stage now, lol.)
A few nights ago Judah was
"Mama? Can you get the bunnies out of my ear?" he called out.
And yes, throughout most of the rest of the world little children delay bedtime with requests for drinks of water or bedtime stories, but here in Frump House, we are a little different that way.
I came in with a q-tip to do the honors.
Afterwards, he looked at the q-tip and then up at me kind of puzzled, "How did da bunnies get into my bed and in my eaows?"
Apparently there has been a little confusion about what, exactly, bunnies are.
This was no doubt complicated by his newfound knowledge that the fuzzballs that collect on our wood floors are called "dust bunnies", and that Thumper is that cute little "bunny" rabbit from Bambi. I'm pretty sure he was wondering how the q-tips fit into that scenario, lol.
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The diet is going tolerably well, considering I have the worlds most sluggish metabolism.
I've lost 8 pounds in 2 weeks and didn't feel hungry once. And we even indulged in a Valentine's dessert. It tasted WAY sweeter than I remembered, but then, so do cherry tomatoes.
I still crave things, but it's not out of hunger...more because they were on my "foods to avoid" list, and because lettuce begins to get a little bit old with nearly every meal.
Tonight...I passed up Oreo's and Dorito's without a problem. But if someone had passed a freshly baked loaf of whole wheat bread under my nose, I might have been tempted to sell my birthright for it. (Figuratively speaking, you understand.)
Meanwhile, Jeff of the super-fast metabolism lost 16 pounds to my 8.
SO. not. fair...considering that I'm the one who had to be strong to keep us from even thinking about cheating on the diet. "Oh, no...we're not ruining 2 weeks of Sunday-dinner food preparation on a Snickers bar!" and "Look away. You do NOT want that lovely platter of Mexican food."
Grrr. And how unfair is it that it's immediately noticable on him, to the point of having to tighten his belt a couple of notches, but on me nothin'? Nothin!
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I haven't forgotten about the room reveals.
Work on the house slowed considerably these past few weeks with my babysitting full-time and the extra funds having pretty much dried up.
However, this past weekend, we saw one major improvement.
Our kitchen sink area previously looked like this:
But after a little of this (okay, so a LOT of this and a gash on his forehead for all his trouble)
It now looks like this (except not blurry, lol):
It was our joint 'valentine'.
I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be beyond thrilled to get a new kitchen faucet for Valentine's day, but now every time I go to the kitchen sink I feel positively giddy.
And I pat it and hug it and kiss it and squeeze it...because it's the most beautiful, functional and best-working kitchen faucet I've ever had.
I can't tell you how nice it is to have a spray nozzle feature that actually works and shuts off automatically and holds itself in place exactly where you want it to.
Sheer bliss, I tell you. This thing is only one step removed from actually doing the dishes on it's own.
Oh, and in other home-related news, I also found some FAB frugal deals for the kitchen/dining areas while antiquing and thrift store shopping this past week. Here is my $27 worth of loot.
Faux milk glass (which, if broken by boisterous boys won't hurt quite so much as the real thing, especially since it was purchased on 1/2 price day at the Salvation Army), a silver-plated basket, a fun working clock which I knew Judah would enjoy, and from the antique store the deep enamel roaster with a lid that will fit two chickens or a ginormous lasagna in it. (One day when I can make lasagna again, that is.)
So, things are coming along...slowly but surely.
Hope to have a kitchen reveal up in a couple of weeks.
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Last Tuesday evening we were up late putting the finishing touches on Jericho's science project.
I wonder if I should worry that our explosive weekend in the desert left such an impression on him?
Especially since he's wearing clothing that resembles the Unabomber?
Because his (carefully supervised) science project consisted of building his own
His testing concluded that WD-40 was the hands-down winner.
However, the next day he came home from school after having turned the whole project in and said in disgust, "Mr. O wouldn't accept my project because I forgot the bibliography."
Thinking all that hard work had been for naught, I freaked out, "What?! No way.
Then I suddenly remembered reading his instruction manual and said, "Wait a minute...there was no mention in that packet about needing a bibliography."
"Gotcha mom!" Jericho said and ran off laughing.
The whole thing had been devised on his way home from school as a good way to pull one over on good old mom.
Punk kid. Starting to pull fast ones on me now is he?
Someone came very close to having to eat fish for dinner that night.
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Tonight on the way home from church, Judah asked once again, "Do da dino's live in Cabazon?"
I absently replied, "Yes...remember we saw them there?"
He asked, "Can dey get us in da van?"
And suddenly, I was in the moment. I swerved wildly (yet safely) and yelled, "The dino's are getting us!"
When I was done, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the wide-eyed expression on his face and asked, "You mean like that?"
He said, "Yeah! Do dat again!"
Yep, just doing my part to develop a lively imagination in the boy, lol.
A similar and yet related technique works especially well on days when little boys don't cooperate with going down for their naps. You just say as you're tucking them into bed, "We've got to tuck you in snug as a bug so the pteradactyl's can't get you."
Or so I've heard. That's also supposed to develop a really good imagination.
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This was going to be THE year.
We were going to knuckle down and finally take a daycation to San Juan Capistrano on St. Patty's day for the return of the
Well, a retiree we know that lives there was visiting his granddaughter at our church a couple of weeks ago, and he told us that very few birds come back to the Mission anymore and haven't for a few years. Too noisy for nesting. The best place to look for them now is in the delivery alleyway behind the local Target. It's quieter there and more suited to nesting.
*sigh*
Guess I can replace that item on my bucket list. If I want to see a bunch of birds in an alleyway, I can do that just as well here and save the trip.
Just so the tourists don't go and chase off the elephant seals that live near Hearst Castle.
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We've been having a lot of discussions with our older son these days about purity. About modesty and respect and avoiding even the appearance of evil.
The other day while we were out and about just the two of us, we happened to see a very, um, busty woman. With ample cleavage exposed for the world to see.
Now mind you, I know from experience that clothing manufacturers make these ridiculously low scoop necks and v-necks on large sized women's clothing, which makes it very difficult to find modest coverage, but it was apparent by other things this woman was wearing that modesty was not a huge concern for her.
Jericho looked away, appalled, and said discreetly when we'd passed, "She shouldn't be showing off her leverage like that."
Bwahahaha~! Yes, I think he's hit on something there.
