Toddler Goodness

Hubs, toddler and I were curled up on the couch after nap time today. Hubs hadn't shaved in a few days (vacations are wonderful). The toddler was trying to pick at his stubble.

Toddler: "Daddy has sparkies"

Then she sighed. And under her breath, with all the right inflections, she whispered "GodDammit."

It took a good five minutes for Hubs and I to regain our composure.

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Hubs was at the grocery store with the toddler this afternoon. She was in the cart, singing "I'm sexy and I know it" - just the one line, with a few of the beats thrown in. Over and over. Other people in the store were chuckling as they went by. Hubs looked at her and said, "I'm going to have to have a talk with Mommy about the music she lets you listen to."

Her response, "But daddy ... I'm sexy and I know it."

The mom nearby was amused.

Hubs was not, so much.

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As I was tucking the toddler in to bed tonight, she says to me, "Mommy, when I grow up I get to have a penis."

"No, babe, only boys have a penis."

Todder: Sigh

Me: "When you grow up, you get to have breasts."

Toddler: *gasp* "Yay!!!" *clapping hands* *big hug*

It's the little things in life that make you happy

Tween fashion

Today's outfit is brought to you by the tween, and I am BUMMED I didn't take a picture of it. I'll do my best to paint the picture ...

He is at soccer camp today (we're on spring break). It was raining HARD when we left the house this morning.

He came out of his room wearing his orange nylon shorts, that are not of the athletic variety. They are more like a hiking short and I hate them. They are orange, did I mention that? And he's going to play soccer for three hours in them.

He was also wearing his blue and red zip up Adidas nylon soccer jacket over a white under armour shirt. White socks, guards & cleats.

So far we are wearing orange, navy blue, and red. And white.

To keep himself warm in this rainy weather, he topped it off with his purple, fur-lined, Husky hat with the ear flaps. Sort of like this, only purple with a big UW logo on the front.

Seriously, best outfit I've seen in a while. I'll try and take a photo when I pick him up, but by then the hat will be drenched and probably tucked into his soccer bag (or left on the field).

Worst. Date. Ever.

One of the local radio stations has a contest going right now for a Marriage Vow Renewal in Scottsdale, AZ. To enter, you have to talk about the worst date you ever had with your spouse.

We both, immediately, knew what story we wanted to share.

When the husband and I first hooked up, he was going to college about four hours away from me. We’d known each other for years and this long distance thing was exactly what we (I) needed at this particular time in our (my) lives. We talked on the phone a lot, and spent random weekends together when we could.

One weekend he decided he wanted to do something extra special. He’d saved up his money and wanted to take me out to dinner at the Space Needle (where I’d never eaten), then he made reservations at a very swanky hotel downtown for a little romantic getaway. We were both very much looking forward to our “weekend away” and had been excitedly counting down to it for quite some time.

Finally the day arrived. Outfit planned, bag packed for the night … all was going to be perfect. But as I was getting ready I started to feel a little ‘off’.

There was pain. Down there. And it hurt. A lot.

When he finally got to my place to pick me up, I was determined to suck it up and have fun, because this was a BIG. DEAL. But he took one look at me and decided maybe I should call the doctor.

And the doctor told me to head to the ER. Now.

It turns out I had a very severe bladder infection. I'll spare you the gory details.

After a few hours in the ER (in which we missed our dinner reservations), they gave me a prescription for the infection. The nurse told me “wear your oldest underwear that you don’t mind getting stained, because it will probably turn them orange.”

Sexy.

We decided to head to the hotel anyway. Even if our romantic weekend had changed course, it would still be more fun to laze around (in my oldest, grungiest underwear) in a swanky hotel rather than in my little apartment.

When we got to the hotel to check in to our reserved room, it turns out that they didn’t have any rooms available. More people than expected had decided to stay an extra night, and that, apparently, overshadowed our reservation. But they’d be happy to put us up in a different hotel at no charge.

Fine. Whatever. I just want to take my meds and be miserable in peace.

I mean, I just wanted to cuddle with the boyfriend.

The new hotel overlooked the freeway. It was an all-suites hotel, but it was a far cry from the elegance of the former hotel. After we checked in we realized that, late as it was, we still needed to eat dinner. So we tried to order up some room service.

The kitchen was closed for the night.

At our new locale, overlooking I-5¸we weren’t in walking distance to any kind of actual restaurant. So the then-boyfriend ran down to a nearby convenience store. Instead of our romantic seated dinner for two in our fancy dress clothes overlooking the city, we ate things like chips and salami and cheese from a plastic container. Curled up in our suite, listening to the romantic sounds of passing cars on the freeway. In my hole-y, gross underwear. That was beginning to turn orange.

Sexy.

I'm totally going to blog that

The tween wants to play a new x-box game. We do not play x-box games on school nights. But he's trying.

I told him we couldn't tonight, but I wanted him to give me a hug and tell me how much he loved me.

Tween: "Um ... I love you taller than the  ... uh ... I love you more than ... um ..."

Me: "Wow."

Tween: "No, I'm trying to remember the words from that book."

Me: "I know what you are trying to do, but I want to hear something from you, not a book."

Tween: "Okay. Um. I love you tastier than the tastiest pizza ever known."

Me: "I'm totally going to blog that."