Monday, March 9, 2009

Not Me! Monday


Yes, it's that time again. And if you haven't yet joined in, what in the world is keeping you from free therapy with MckMama and friends?? You know you want to...head on over to My Charming Kids and get it all off your chest, and of course, live to tell about it.


This past week, I did not, I repeat did not pout like a little girl when I first thought that my wonderful hubby hadn't planned anything for my birthday. Nope. Not me. I mean, seriously, I wouldn't do such a thing that would require me to "change my attitude" like we often ask of our kids to do. Especially, when after having changed my attitude, I was humbled by the fact that my hubby did, in deed, have a little surprise get together planned with some friends that we hadn't seen in awhile AND we were invited to my parents on Sunday for a home cooked meal of my choice, which of course included fried (boneless, skinless, white meat) chicken (cause I never make this myself), mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, and a Marie Calender's Razzleberry Pie (a la mode, of course) for dessert. I've heard tell that this kind of meal is great for the waistline and cholesterol. It's been discovered to be the new "all natural, highly organic, health food", right? Pleeeeeeese?

Also, while playing outside in some beautiful spring weather I did not hear my incredibly lady-like and always lovely Babes say while swinging, "I always toot a lot when I'm swinging. Oh! I just tooted again." She is always the model of decorum just like her mother, so don't even think that that actually happened!

And I most definitely did not realize this past week that we are ever so slyly creeping into the dreaded and hair-graying stage of tantrum throwing with our almost 2 year old Monster Mash. He is not perfecting the art of throwing laying himself down on the floor while wailing at the tops of his lungs softly weeping, while his Mama watches in fear that he might pop open his chin again get the floor wet with his tears. Let's just hope he doesn't take his lessons from this Tantrum Guru. Wow, MckMama, you have your hands full, don't you? *wink* *wink* ;)


Oh and I absolutely did not strongly consider getting these on video. Nope. Not me!


And if you had been having a nice, quiet (and did I mention, delicious?) lunch at Chipotle in our town this past week, you would NOT have seen a loony mama encourage her daughter over and over to touch her ridiculously long tongue to her nose just so she could get a good picture of it. Definitely not.
Warning!! Do not try to view picture larger! There's no telling what might be seen in the nose of that beautifully, talented little girl....



Well, that's it for now...because I absolutely did not, once again, forget to keep track of things throughout the week and let's face it, I'm 30 now and can't remember everything....er, I mean, 31? OK! Fine! I'm 33. Happy?



6 comments:

Mighty M said...

Ha ha - yes, us thirty somethings must write things down to remember them! I am glad you had a good b-day with your husband, but I would have been pouting too!

Phoebe said...

I don't think the 30's have anything to do with having to write things down. I'm still in my 20's, and honey, I can't remember a cotton picking thing if it isn't written down. Amazingly enough, I never can remember to write worthy writing/remembering material down!

Your babes are too too cute!!

Jenny said...

I love this. Happy birthday again, brat.

mer@lifeat7000feet said...

Now I'm hungry for Chipotle. Isn't it YUMMY?!?!

Brandi said...

That pie sounds yummy - what exactly is it??

Thanks for your sweet comment today - yes, I might just use your comeback if the need arises (again!).

Basking in the Son said...

I'd blame the tooting thing on her dad.