Irony in Mouse Form

The boys have been sick this entire week, and you can of course get all the gory details on just how much fun it's been by checking out musiccitymoms here and even here too!

Besides chugging homemade smoothies and covering every flat surface in the house with PlayFoam (ever better than playdoh...) we have spent the vast majority of our time watching our three classic Mickey Mouse cartoon DVDs on repeat. Serious repeat. Maybe I should just say, uh, constant repeat.

I bought them a few weeks ago because while we were in Walt Disney World the boys loved watching the old cartoon channel they had in our hotel.

I was so excited to see them getting into all the cartoons I used to love - like this one : (I always thought the faining girl dogs were hilarious)



- that I thought they just had to have them. I'd rather watch these then most of the stuff they have on the Disney channel now anyway.

Little did I know it would be the only thing
they'd want to watch. It has nothing to do with being sick either, ever since I brought the DVDs into the house we have ceased watching all other children's programming (save for Chowder maybe, you just can't beat a show where a kid has a pet fart). No more Dora, no more Manny, no more George. And I'm ok with that, I think (except for that one random short where Daisy Duck puts a gun to her own head after Donald dumps her).

I should have known better. After all, every four year old loves too much of a good thing. For me it was Seasame Street and the Muppets, for my younger sisters, it was watching Full House and Big Business, for my husband it was listening to the Beach Boys on his portable tape player...

Its even gotten to the point where they only want Mickey books, and only wear clothes with Mickey on them (they've worn the same sweatshirt 4 days in a row this week). We even ate a Mickey shaped pizza for lunch today.

I'm starting to think the ghost of Walt brainwashed them while we were in Disney World. Hmmmm, maybe that's what that trippy part of the Hunny-Pot ride is all about....

this weeks top lists

6 things good about this week so far, even though its only Tuesday.

1. I went alone to a yoga class on Sunday and I even sat in the front of the class.

2. I went out for coffee tonight alone, and managed to survive, skinny mocha intact, that freak 5 minute rainstorm. (I'm getting good at this alone thing)

3. These (credit goes to miss mandy) :


4. Technically last week, but our waitress from Saturday night at Chinatown. Never have I ever seen someone so excited about squid, or someone who could make squid so exciting.

5. Being able to finally see the floor in my bedroom closet. 9 pairs of boots between you and your husband only seems excessive when there's no place for them to go.

6. I made veggies fajitas tongiht and not only were the edible, but also delicious!
thank you joan lunden.

5 Conversations my kids have had

1. cash: Hayden, did you toot?
hayden: No
cash: (giggling) Then what was that funny noise?
hayden: I don't know

2. hayden:(singing along with Elvis) Sweet Memories...
cash: (yelling) Spongebob sings sweet, sweet victory!


3. overheard just this afternoon
cash: hayden, my throw-up was full of corn!

4. demonstrating book-trading in their new bunk beds:
hayden:(in a low manly voice) Book up!
cash: Book down!

5. hayden: when we grow up, we'll sound like daddy.


3 Miscellaneous Statements

1. There is such a thing as too much Scooby-Doo
2. Next Tuesday is Fat Tuesday, Wednesday is Ash Wednesday. Someone failed to remind me of this and therefore is endangering my streak of getting the baby in the king cake
3. I watched this today and was genuinely entertained. Should I be ashamed? I least I can safely say his hair is his own.

Proof We're Not In Kansas.....

We're in Tennessee, Dorothy.

You Spin Me Right Round...

Never gets old...

The Technologies Elude Me, Once Again.

I have a bad reputation with technology.

We don't get along very well, and anything electronic in nature often tries to save itself from me by breaking or shutting down within my presence.

So of course I wasn't surprised when it seemed as though all my pictures were only downloading in the ultra-lo-resolution fashion.

Surely it was something I'd done, some button I'd pushed, some setting I'd managed to wreck.

But no, It turned out to be something I'd missed.

As in not looking for my pictures in the right folder.



Back away people. Genius on board.

Love at First Sight or Proof I Really Am a Dork

I have been on the search for the perfect planner for quite some time now.

I had settled on the fact that maybe I needed one of those "Mom-Organizers" but I'd yet to find just the right one, for just the right price (do I really need that 30 dollar faux-leather personalized cover? Even if it is the perfect shade of pink?)

I was beginning to think my search was in vain and found myself starting to crawl back towards the Franklin-Coveys when on Saturday it happened.

While shuffling the kids around Books-A-Million I took a detour down the calendar aisle, just for kicks, but not expecting anything.

I picked up a few mommy-planners, and drug them around the store with me. As I was turning the corner headed back towards the train table, I happened upon this little darling:




An absolutely gorgeous red Moleskine planner, complete with exquisitely designed artsy little calendars, the perfect weekly format, and funky little note stickers to boot.





I'm totally in love, and of course, completely organized and well-prepared. And it all fits in my purse.

edit: I forgot to mention it only cost 10 dollars. life could not be sweeter...

disney schmisney

We survived the mouse, and still lived to tell about it.
you can follow our trip from pre-mouse to post-mouse and even in between over at MusicCityMoms.



Now if you excuse me, I need to go alphabetize my new Mickey-Ear antenna ball collection and adjust my new Minnie ears.

bippity-boppity-blog

In less than 2 days, the boys and I will be descending upon the House of Mouse.

It feels like the calm before the storm.

I'm doing my best to keep things quiet and routine before all hell breaks loose in the form of line-waiting, character breakfasting, and souvenir-begging.

I am not sure what exactly to expect, but I think I'm ready.

I wrote a few expectant notes over at musiccitymoms.com today in anticipation.

I plan to keep a travel log here and there, I know there will be stories to tell.

Keep your mouse ears peeled, you'll be hearing from us soon...

Thanks Alot, Bag Boy.

When I was in high school I had a total crush on the bag boy at our local Thriftway. My best friends and I were always looking for lame excuses to accidentally run into him. It is for this reason that I always have a soft spot in my heart for bag boys, even the scrawny nerdy ones.

So naturally, when a few weeks ago the bag boy at Krogers gave the boys almost an entire roll of "Lets Go Krogering" stickers, I thought it was very sweet. How cool of him it was to lavish my kids with a never-ending supply primary-colored smiling faces.

That was, until they started showing up everywhere.

In the car.

On the nightstand.

In the bathroom.

On pens and pencils.

In books and on matchbox cars.

On the washing machine.

They were even in my suitcase, when we returned from Christmas.

I'm being haunted, I feel a little bit sticky and NO I do not feel like Krgoering.

So yeah. Thanks alot, bag boy.

And So It Begins....2008 Edition

I'm just going to go ahead and ignore the fact the this blog totally got neglected this holiday season.

2007 is behind us, and I'm moving on...full speed ahead people. Provided I don't get pulled over, I plan on plenty of pit stops here. (and this is the end of driving metaphors, I promise, unless of course you're reading my other blog)

So on that note I have a confession to make.

Last night we did nothing for New Years. I mean absolutely nothing. As in I was sweeping the kitchen at 11:30, in between episodes of the New Year's Twilight Zone Marathon. I think we may have even gone to bed at 12:15.

I know I totally scared my sister when she called at 1:15 to wish me a happy new year and I was already asleep. Even my mother-in-law stayed up later then we did.

I didn't even watch the ball drop, which for me is very uncharacteristic. I'm all about tradition and celebration and don't like to stray from these things.

But this year, or new year, was different. And the best part?

I secretly loved it.

It was totally relaxing and calming, free of chaos and drama. Exactly the way I'd like the rest of this new year to be.

I had a few moments where I thought - oh geez, I must be getting old, loading the dishwasher, drinking coffee and covering my eyes hoping aliens don't show up on Maple St. on my New Years Eve. But I quickly wiped out those thoughts.

After all, we were doing what we wanted to for once. And I didn't have to call AAA to tow me home.

So here's to a happy, healthy and relaxed 2008 for me, and for you too...and if you want to know my resolutions, check them out over at MusicCityMoms.