Butter, Boullion Cubes and Diet Coke

CiCi loves these things and it is getting embarrassing. My worst vice is my addiction to Diet Coke and I really would like to stop drinking it - because of the aspartame and all - but I have not yet been successful. I give it up for Lent and I have headaches all the time. So I take Tylenol and eat chocolate and wait for Sunday so that I can down a six pack of Diet Coke (yes, years ago I decided that I could break from not drinking DC all week and indulge on Sundays - I don't really believe that I am supposed to indulge, but I'm addicted and so I do) As soon as Lent is over I am right back to drinking my DC's. I even quit while I was pregnant, only to start right back up again (because, of course, I needed the caffeine for those all nighter's and all dayer's :) )

Back to CiCi - she wants my DC. Always. And she is very demanding about it. And LOUD. So I find myself draining them and then handing the very end of it to her, containing probably more backwash than DC - not sure which is worse - and then I count all the stares I get from "adoring" strangers. Of course I get these stares all the time anyway from random people so I never really know if it is the DC or the intrigue that seems to plague every person whose path I cross.

Then there is her fascination with butter. She loves it. Straight. From the packet. And of course she notices the packets the minute bread is brought to our table. And really what can butter hurt. It entertains her. It keeps her quiet. And if she sees it and we don't give it to her, she screams. I mentioned already that she is very LOUD. So she eats her packets of butter through many a restaurant meals. And we get stares. And again I am left to wonder exactly why they are staring.

The bouillon cubes are reserved for home. It started with me having CiCi peel off the wrapper. She loves peeling off wrappers. Apparently, however, she found the beef bouillon cube tasty. I don't get it. So now I can not cook using a bouillon cube in front of her without her screaming LOUDLY for the bouillon cube. And really this isn't a problem. After all this one only happens at home. Obviously, I could let her scream and their really is no reason to actually give her the bouillon cube, but it does entertain her. And keeps her quiet. And, well, it amuses me.

A Backwards Blog Journey

When we began our journey I had a babyjellybeans account. I have decided to move over what I can easily move over little by little. I will be posting old pictures and journals as a regular post and then after a day or two I plan to backdate the post so that it will go back into the correct chronological time. Enjoy the backwards walk into my journey.
I will still be posting current news so be sure to read between posts if you are not interested in the old stuff (I think it is fun to look and compare)

A New Potty Seat

After seeing how long Little Miss CiCi could go without peeing, I decided it was definitely time to start potty training. I had planned to start sooner because she has given me so many signs that she is ready, but she was scared to death to sit on the fitted child seat on top of the potty. Both of my boys learned this way without a problem, but for some reason (I think it is the height of the adult potty)CiCi was petrified. So today I went out and bought a Baby Bjorn pink potty seat. I sat her on it, ran a little water in the sink, and voila....
Maybe we just got lucky, but I think we will be spending the next few weeks potty training. Wish us luck.

A Diaperless "Mommy Brain" Moment

Earlier today CiCi needed her diaper changed. I changed her, then we watched her favorite show, Little Bear, so that we could wind down before nap time. I then put her down for a nap. She slept for two hours before I had to wake her up in order to pick up Arby from his end of the year party. I put her in the car seat and she was most definitely dry. I then gave her some milk and we drove to Arby's party. I got her out of the car seat and she was soaked. So I got out a diaper so that I could change her in the car. I pulled off her pants only to discover that she was not wearing a diaper. Apparently I never put one on her. Through three kids in diapers I have never before done this . I seriously don't know what I did while she was lying on the diaper changer because I obviously did not spend that time actually putting a diaper on her!!!! The part that amazes me even more is that she went three hours without a diaper before actually wetting herself.
The pictures have nothing to do with my story but I have been negligent in that department and felt the need to share - this is regular around the house dress up attire for CiCi.

Not something you see everyday...

Just had to share.

I just saw a much older gentleman riding his bike across a pretty busy intersection with both hands on the handlebars and a cigar in his mouth.

I'm easily amused.

Happy Mother's Day ... and things that make me laugh

As a mother of three I have discovered that I am really too tired to give words of wisdom or to think clearly or coherently for the amount of time that it takes to write a blog entry. I think of hilarious things that I should write about in my blog, but by the time I am sitting down in front of my computer without kids I can't remember them or I just don't have the energy to formulate it on paper.

So there is my excuse for my extended absence from my blog.

Friday I was driving my kids home from school and my youngest started farting. He did this "to get back" at my oldest who had taken off his socks which left the car smelling quite bad. Kenz gets mad at Arby everyday for taking off his socks. It makes him gag and I admit it is pretty darn bad. Anyway this was Kenz' first time to try to get his brother back for smelly feet. Once he started his farting, he then started naming his farts. His favorite being the machine gun fart. This escalated to a MGF match between my boys. To be the mom of boys....

CiCi calls most animals ducks and quacks at all of them. She is a really good quacker. It is quite hilarious to watch.

Yesterday the boys went to Arkansas for a chess tournament. They planned to arrive back home in time for church this morning. They left on time to make it, but ran into a huge delay. Apparently a tractor trailer flipped last night in the bad weather. The trailer was left on the interstate until a wrecker could get it this morning. That wrecker showed up shortly before my boys worked their way to that part of the interstate. They ended up stuck, without moving, for 1 1/2 hours. The kind of stuck where everyone turns off their car and walks around outside to mingle. The kind of stuck where both boys eventually ended up needing to pee. Kenz first. Then Arby. So Arby and DH walk over to the side of the interstate near a bush. Moments later, to the amusement of all their new interstate friends, Arby slips and tumbles down a hill and lands in a thorny bush.
they didn't make it to church...

I hope to post lots of pics later - tonight or tomorrow.