Chirp Chirp Chirp

Conversation with 4 year old:

As I was sanding and staining one of our guest beds in the garage this weekend, my very bored 4 year old stood closely by riddling me with very important 4 year old questions.
“Can I ride my bike out here?”
“No, not right now.”
“Huh?”
“No, not right now.”
“Huh?”
“No, not right now.”
“What’d you say?”
“Is something wrong with your ears, or do you have selective hearing?”
“No, nuffing is wong with my ears. I just can’t hear you when I’m listening to sumting else.”
“What on earth are you listening to?”
Pause…
“The birds chirping.”

I stood quietly and noticed, indeed the birds were chirping. Funny, I had been working out there for 2 hours and hadn’t even noticed.

Too Many Monologues (A Reaction to This Week’s Grey’s Anatomy)

I watch TV strictly for easy-watching enjoyment. I have no suspension of disbelief anyway. So I try to stick with comedy because no need to be realistic… if you’re funny, I’ll watch anyway. That being said, even without a suspension of disbelief , I can occasionally get into a drama if I have some sort of connection. Greys hooked me the 1st season with their very distinct characters. Though I was annoyed by whiny Izzy’s character spending an entire episode on a bathroom floor and another in front of the hospital, I made exceptions to enjoy the meat of the show.
Now I am drawing a line. I am so sick of the long list of self-righteous monologues cluttering up the story line that I would rather vomit and eat it than to watch the show anymore. I can’t even count the number of unrealistic speeches by all of the characters, but the entire episode was riddled with them:
Meredith’s speech to her colleagues about it being “their hospital”
Izzy’s speech to the new intern about how they don’t treat each other poorly and would die throwing themselves in front of buses to save strangers.
Meredith’s little sister’s speech to a thief/patient about taking something personal from someone else.
Arizona’s speech to Callie’s father about how she may be gay, but she is still the person her father raised her to be.
Yang’s speech about how she hasn’t held a heart in her hands in months.
Callie’s speech to her father about how he is not Jesus and should not judge her.
GET REAL!!!
The only monologue I heard in real life today was my own as I bitched to a co-worker about these stupid, unrealistic monologues.
Fire the writers and start from scratch!!
I have a toddler with more creativity.

Aminal Rights (Even Those That are Extinct)

The 4 year old instigated a very serious conversation the other day which went like this:
4 Year Old: “Did you know your Dad shoots aminals?”
I: “Who told you that?”
4 Year Old: “Gammee”
I: “Why did Gammee tell you that?”
4 Year Old: “Because he has guns”
I: “What animals has he been shooting?”
4 Year Old: “Oh, I don’t know…tigers, deers, giraffes and dinosaurs.”
After our little talk, I called my mother to see if she would convince Dad to get me a giraffe for my living room. I may have to cut a hole in the ceiling to fit it in there, but I think it would make an awesome conversation piece.

A Fond Look Back at Innocence

Want cute? Try taking a canoe ride with a 4 year old and a baby daschund. They were both so happy this weekend to be there that the roasting sun and hot life jackets could not deter the joy. Plus, there is that innocence that keeps them unaware of the hazardous creatures sharing the river with us such as snakes and snapping turtles. Although the memory of my first (and last) snapping turtle injury is seared permanently in my brain from way back when I was her age, she will never know the joy of holding an undomesticated animal. I, unlike my parents, do not pick up snapping turtles and let my toddler keep them as pets. I would also not let my toddler pet a turtle’s head as my parents did one steamy summer evening. Sadly, there were only 3 options available to us back then:
1. Cut off my finger
2. Wait for lightning to strike
3. Kill Snappy
Dad quickly chose option 3.
Anyway, I suppose Mom and Dad would not have put a life jacket on me and my dog either. As a matter of fact, they probably would have driven my siblings and me out to the river on the toolbox in the back of the pickup. (Why bother with seatbelts). I’m sure there would not have been a well-thought-out ice chest full of water and snacks for us as one of Mom’s favorite responses to, “I’m thirsty!” was always, “Want me to spit in your mouth?”
Those were the days. They also made sure to stop and feed us wild grapes whenever they saw some. Not many people know what that’s like, but they are delicious! Sadly, if there is no drink available, the acid in them will immediately blister your lips and mouth. Even Mom’s spit couldn’t fix that.
Another thing…sunscreen? I bathe my child in it. She is so well-protected she looks like Casper. When I was her age, it was nothing for me to be sporting 2nd degree urn blisters from the day before while swimming unprotected for hours in direct sun…nothing a little vinegar and real aloe vera wouldn’t fix. I would just sleep closer to the opened window letting the allergens float in all night to my feverish skin and sip on my whiskey, lemon and honey hot toddy if the allergens made me wheezy.
I did, however, survive my childhood somehow, minus seatbelts, sunscreen, life jackets, epi pens, and a host of other precautions that seem to now just be part of life. Unfortunately, I probably will have early wrinkles and melanoma. Certainly I enjoy drinking too much as an adult although I haven’t had a hot toddy in a while.

To Pee or Not to Pee

Is it truly that hard to house train a puppy? The first night with our new pup, we decided to put him in bed with us. I took precautionary measures and placed the pee-proof baby bed mattress protector that my daughter once used between my husband and me. After a lot of hopping, licking, and craziness, my hubby decided to move him to the foot of the bed (with the protector). 3 seconds later, the dog ran back up between us and peed. I don’t know why we tried so hard. We never even let the 3 yr old in bed with us. So why would we let this urine dropping terrorist take over?

Now, we watch his every move, rushing him outside at the slightest wiggle to prevent a mess…right after he eats, right after he drinks, right when he wakes up, right when he inhales, right when he exhales… inside, outside, inside, outside. Yet still, he finds a way to pee on the floor as we all simultaneously blink our eyes.

Would it be bad of me to just buy some of those puppy diapers and just give it up at this point?

No Surprise Here

Well, my husband put the 3 year old down for a nap yesterday and forgot to lock the office door when working on the computer.
She burst in to let him know she needed to potty and discovered the dollhouse. The one I have successfully hidden from her for 1 ½ weeks. The one I only needed to hide for 2 more weeks before it became the highlight of her birthday.
I was so upset I wanted to cry. When she awoke, she said,
“Well, I found my dollhouse” very matter-of-factly.
I responded,
“Yes, and Momma is really sad about that because I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Don’t be sad Momma.” She said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Umm, because I want some blueberries,” she said (to comfort me?), or perhaps that is 3 year old for “Get over it, Mom”.

Creativity Lost to the Painted Poop and the Water Cannon

The three-year-old decided she (above any other request) wants a dollhouse for her birthday (which by the way, is MUUCH cheaper than the cedar play set I was originally going to do). Therefore, I have spent every extra second outside of work locked in the office trying to put the kit of miniature glue and torture together before the big day arrives. I donated an old end table to the cause so the little house would have something to sit atop, and I got extra creative and decided to attach a lazy susan to the bottom of the house so she can easily access it from any angle.
After a week of nerve splitting contortionism, the house is FINALLY complete! I still needed to paint the end table so that it will look like it belongs in a little girl's room. I carefully sanded it. I put a base primer coat of KILZ on it for good measure. Then I neatly laid out canvas in the back yard to spray the final shiny white coat on it.
Trouble is the obstacle course I sat in when I chose the shady painting spot in the backyard. It seems I laid the canvas a little close to some fresh cat poop and not quite far enough from the wading pool in which the toddler plays most every day.
Not to forget, we added a precious member to our clan this weekend as we are now the proud owners of a not yet house-broken 10-wk-old daschund puppy. Since I am Wonder Mom and all, I chose to multi task by letting the toddler swim and the pup play about as I began my work.
I quickly discovered that a wiener dog delicacy is actually cat poop. (Who would have thought?) I kept trying to deter him from the nasty piles until I finally got wise and decided to spray paint them so that he would no longer be attracted to the scent. It worked! (kind of). Then as I rounded the front of the end-table with the paint, I was attacked from behind by the toddler's water cannon, which left a nice faux drip finish to the front I might add.
I took the water cannon away and turned around to the pup who ran past me with a huge piece of white poop in his mouth. I spent the next 15 minutes catching him and rinsing the whole mess out of his mouth with the pool water. Then I returned to complete the last part of the table (the top) only to discover I was out of paint. I estimate that I would have had just enough to finish the project had I not painted any poop. Defeated, I let the table dry the way it was. It will just have to do. I give up!