Summer Bedding--Oooo La La!

I love to change out my bedding at least six times a year! I figure, I spend a third of my life in bed....okay, who am I kidding....half of my life in bed, that my room and bedding should be pretty. This is one of my Summer looks--it makes me happy!

My walls are relatively neutral so I can have many different looks...fun...fun..fun...for the sick decorating mind!

Raindrops are falling on my head.....

We were riding in the car and it was raining outside. Sassy asked, "Does Jesus give us the rain?"

Big C responded, "Yep! He sure does!"

Sassy, "Why?"

"Because we live in a desert and we need water to live."

Sassy, "Oh."

The next day, I was traveling in the car with Sassy and she said, "Jesus is giving us water again!"

I said, "Yep! You are right!"

She continued with, "Jesus gives us lots of things........"

"Yes he does....boy, you are a smart girl!"

And then she said, "Jesus....I want a bike!" I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.... :D

Diet Coke Anyone?

The other morning, I was in the drive-thru at McD's ordering a "healthy" breakfast for my family.
My order was this:
2 Egg McMuffins
4 Hashbrowns
1 Extra Large Coke

After I gave my order, the intercom guy said, "Diet Coke? Did you say diet Coke?"

"No. REGULAR Coke." I said this very slowly, so there wouldn't be any mistake.

Well, I drove to the window to get my food and the food guy handed me my order. As he was handing me my super-sized beverage he said, "And here is your diet Coke!"

I said slowly, "Noooooooooo! I ordered just a C-O-K-E!" I emphasized the "K" sound for dramatic effect.

Food guy apologized and got me the correct beverage.

It wasn't until I was driving away that I began to suspect that they were hinting that I needed a diet Coke. As I sat, alone, in my car, with my big bag of greasy food, I began to suspect that intercom guy and food guy thought the entire order was mine alone. That I was going to shamefully park behind a building and shove egg McMuffins into my eager pie-hole, washing it all down with my sugar-filled beverage. I got a tear in my eye....and thought "How sweet and thoughtful." I didn't realize that McDonald's employed such compassionate workers! However, If I am going to binge-eat, it isn't going to be on McDonald's food. No way! I am more classy than that! It would probably be Wendy's! :P

Big C is the Diet Pepsi drinker....I drink everything with full sugar. Diet anything wreaks havoc on my poor tummy. However, almost every time we go out to eat, the server tries to give me the diet Pepsi. Are they hinting? Are they being sexist? What do you think? Has this ever happened to you?

If you give a mouse a cookie.......

It was a Saturday afternoon and my girls were playing outside. My husband was mowing the lawn...kind of watching them, but, honestly, I would get better baby-sitting if I asked the neighbor's dog. With this in mind, I would periodically look out on my girls to make sure they were still ok.

During one of my checks, I looked out to find I couldn't see Sassy. I went running outside to find my little escapee. I first asked Big C who didn't know, "I think she is out front..." Really helpful. I went running and yelling when I heard the neighbors horn being honked. I thought, "I bet she is in their truck." Following my hunch, I went running to my wonderful neighbor's. By the garage stood my neighbor--my girl's like to call him grandpa. Grandpa greeted me and said that Sassy came over a few moments ago and knocked on the door. When he let her in, she went running asking for cookies. He gave her a cookie and then she demanded a tour of the basement. After the tour of the basement, she asked if she could see the garage. After they went into the garage, she decided that she needed "grandma". So, out of the reach of grandpa, she went running back into their house. As luck would have it, grandma was using the restroom. Sassy found her and began pounding on the door saying, "Grandma! Come outside! Come outside!" Finally, grandma came outside. Sassy instructed her to get into their vehicle which was where I found them.

Sassy was honking the horn and demonstrating her talent for road rage when I showed up. I turned to grandpa and said, "I was only gone for five minutes....this happened in five minutes?"

Grandpa said, "Yeah...she is a fast little devil!"

I apologized profusely and he said, "Don't worry about it...we enjoy having her over."

I told him repeatedly that he was too kind and at this time, grandma rolled down the window and said, "Sassy here is taking me to the zoo."

I responded with, "I think we are already there!"

Ever feel like you are living at the zoo? It is a daily occurence for me. :D

I liked these zoo signs....enjoy!

The "special" sink

Sassy is potty-trained! Hip Hip Hurray for no more poopy diapers! Hip Hip Hurray for no more expensive diapers!

I honestly believe the reason she finally decided she was ready, was because she found the fascinating world of "public restrooms." She has enjoyed each adventure while I squeal in the background of her happy haze, "Don't touch the floor with your fingers....don't touch that either. That is not a toy!" (Big C believes that she would still be in diapers if she had to venture into men's restrooms--he has a theory that that is why most little boys go in with their mothers....)

Well, we were at a unisex bathroom when she found a "special" sink. Unfortunately, I was busy at the time and was only able to yell instructions across the small room. "Don't touch that! It isn't a sink!"



She said, "It looks like a sink...see I can reach it!"

To this, I loudly yelled,(to everyone's delight within hearing) "That is a boy's toilet! Stay away! Stay away!"

Sassy, "Why do boy's have a special toilet?"

Me, "They just do! Now stay away from it!"

At this time, my business was concluded and we were able to wash our hands and leave. We walked out to a waiting woman, who had apparently heard everything, from the smirk on her face. I can honestly say it is never boring with Sassy around... :D

Have a similar experience? Please share!

Cleaning

Sassy and I cleaned her room together. For once, it was painless and enjoyable. When we were finished, I gave her a high-five and a hug. As we hugged I told her, "You are the best little helper! You are my helper from heaven!"

She hugged me back and said, "Yes...yes I are!"

I laughed and told her that Doughie was going to be pleased when she saw how clean their room now was. Sassy said, "Doughie is going to be SOOOOO happy!" Overall, the cleaning was a great experience.

Later, when Doughie got home from school I heard Sassy shouting at her, "Don't mess it up Doughie! DON'T DO IT! It was really HARD cleaning up YOUR mess! I HATED IT!"

Nice.....

It was this big! Swear!

I was standing at the counter taking my morning vitamins when my youngest came up and said, "Are you taking medicine?"

I said, "Nope...just vitamins. They make me healthy."

Sassy replied saying, "Yeah....when I take my medicine it makes me healthy too. It makes me REAL BIG! SEE!" At this, she gestured dramatically to her 30lb girth.

After a moment of thought, she changed her mind and said, "No...I am not big. I am small. Now you, Mommy, are real, real, real, REAL BIG!" She emphasized these last few words by throwing her arms out wide and yelling them. Honestly, I know she meant well, but I could have done without the last three "reals"!

On the positive side, at least she didn't drag me out to watch a Slimfast commercial on tv--telling me that this is the product "I need." Her "helpful" older sister has been told that this practice is a little rude and shouldn't be continued.
:D