Cozy Coupe Collision





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Kids At Play, The Littles, This Thing We Call "Spring"

Even when you’re two and four, you have to pay attention to where you’re driving.

It doesn’t matter if the gas station is full or suddenly moved (??) to the other side of the road, you still have to obey proper traffic rules.

Or else, you will collide.

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And then you will have a pissed-off, pint-sized woman standing at your window telling you just how stupid you really are and threatening to make off with your most prized possessions for restitution.

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Some things never change :)

Moments With Mama





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Greer, This Thing We Call "Spring"

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Welcome, SPRING!





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Kids At Play, The Littles, This Thing We Call "Spring"

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We’re just going to go ahead and call it–spring has sprung!
And if it snows again, well…then we’re moving.

Believe ‘Em





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Musings, Random

It’s true what kids say.
Band-aids really do make boo-boo’s better.

My own boo-boo was bothering me last night after my shower.
It was burning and itching and driving me nuts.
I dug around in the medicine cabinet, found a tiny square band-aid, and added a dot of silver salve.
(We use this in place of Neosporin–same thing, just natural.)

Immediately, I felt better.
Like INSTANTLY.

I imagine that if I had a Princess one instead of just a bland, brown square that I could conquer the world today.

So don’t argue with them–just put a Band-aid on it.
Seven, if you must.
There’s power in those sticker healers, I swear it to be true.

A Bump On A Swing





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Oh BABY!

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Wagon Puller





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Creux, Greer, Kids At Play, The Littles, This Thing We Call "Spring"

You’d think that maybe because she’s two years older, SHE’D be the one hauling HIM around.

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But no, just cuz she’s older, doesn’t mean she’s bigger!
And she definitely likes being doted on–she’s got lots of minions around here.

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It’s okay though.
He likes it.
He even told ME to get in but to “Put dat baby down.”

It would seem that he’d like to give the SKINNY me a ride :)

22 Weeks, 5 Days





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Oh BABY!

A change of scenery!
Hurray!!

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I Hate Being Right.





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Just Plain Weird, Oh BABY!, Random

My appointment took THREE HOURS this morning.
Nothing should an average doctor three hours to do.
I can deliver a whole baby in that amount of time.

I’d noticed a strange mark on my chest a few months back.
Or maybe it was more than a few months.
Who can tell, really?
But it would come and go and seemed just to not be quite right.

I asked Charlie to look at it the other night and I jokingly said, “Watch, it’s probably skin cancer.”
I really was joking.
Or maybe I wasn’t, I don’t know.
Surely I’d thought of it already.
But the thought scared me.

“It might be,” he said after peering close, which set me on the edge of hysteria.

For some reason, ME thinking it might be a spot of skin cancer was different from HIM thinking that.
Though it was nearly 2:00am by that point, I slipped downstairs in the dark, googled skin docs and ended up not sleeping at all.
Some how I turned a maybe dot of skin cancer into something…catastrophic and near immediately life-ending.

Stupid hormones.

(For his part, Charlie slept fine after practically diagnosing me with something wicked and evil. He was snoring by the time I returned to bed. Harumph. Men.)

On Monday, I called one place and was told I could be seen in early April.
By yesterday morning, like I said, I had convinced myself that I had a very rare and VERY deadly form of skin cancer and would possibly not be alive come April.
I called somewhere else and snagged a cancellation for today.

After cooling my heels for an hour in the waiting room, and then another hour in the examination room, I met with the doctor who wasn’t terribly concerned about my spot but decided to biopsy it anyway.
And I had another issue, one that required the actual removal of a tag of skin.
Did I say in my last post that they’d blazen it off with no numbing agent?
Okay, I was wrong there.
They CUT it off.
Like with scissors.
And with this statment, “Due to your condition, I’d like to proceed very conservatively and will not be using Lidocaine for anesthesia. A squirt of saline will trick the body into believing it is numb but this procedure will be slightly more painful for you.”

Sigh.
Yes, yes, of course it will be slightly more painful for me because I am ME!
And this is the crap that happens to me, just like the poop in the shower and the root canal!
This is the Pregnancy of Issues.
(What’s next, dare I ask? A broken foot? A severed finger? This does NOT bode well for an unmedicated birth. What in the hell am I doing???)

Anyway, so they cut it off.
“Tricking” my body into believing it didn’t hurt.
(I do not recommend that they take that trick on the road. It ain’t so great.)
But in fairness…a bikini wax hurts more.

How messed up is THAT???

I ended up missing my field trip which stunk because I was really looking forward to it and to spending this gorgeous day out with the kids.
(Though I was NOT looking forward to chasing Creux around a muddy farm for two hours.)
But I didn’t have to scoop that poop out of the shower so the day wasn’t a complete crapper.

The rest of the day has actually been fine and it’s almost over!
I hung with my babies, letting them play outside and enjoying the fresh air.
I’m happy that spring has arrived.
It’s hard to be miserable when the sun is shining and the day is beautiful.

Someone please remind me of that in early July :)

Crappy Day Alert





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Creux, Seen and Heard

Do you know what this is?

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It’s POOP.
In the SHOWER.
Apparently Greer was using the toilet for her business so Creux LOGICALLY decided to do a doody in my shower.

I have a 9:50 appointment with a skin doctor to evaluate a wonky spot (which will likely need to be blazened off without use of numbing agent) and then I’m taking all four of the kids to a farm for maple sugaring.
ALONE.

And currently there’s $%#@ in my shower.

Should be a real humdinger of a day.

Check back later for impressive display of Woman Gone Wild.
(And I don’t mean that in the way that most men would wish a woman would mean that.)
I’ve already put mine on alert: come home early, DO NOT BE LATE.
And bring lots of chocolate.
A gift bag from Tiffany’s wouldn’t hurt either.

(He got off EASY on Valentine’s Day, remember???)

10:03 PM. Redemption.





Posted by: Angi  :  Category: Charlie, Never-Ending Home Crap, Oh BABY!

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Can you hear the raspberry I just blew at the old, piece of $%!& faucet that just decided to quit today?
And can I just say that was record time in clean-up?

(Charlie must be TERRIFIED of me right now–he’s taken a hit with the hormones lately. You’d think maybe he’d have done this a time or two before with me but no, he stands there baffled, mouth-open, eyes wide, looking for an escape hatch that I can’t fit through, wondering when his (kind of) sane wife will return. (Charlie, I don’t know. At this point, she may be gone forever. Wasn’t she nice after all? Told you so.))