Thursday, May 28, 2009

Que Sera Sera

This picture was set as my wallpaper on my computer at work. I have a program that cycles through pictures randomly and this one showed up today.
I’m thinking of keeping Dawson in onesies until he’s 15, by the way.

Now I have GOT to tell you about the amazingness that is my sister Bobbie. She said for her birthday she wanted to make a necklace similar to one she found in a gift shop for an outrageous price. Why pay $999,999.99 if you can make it yourself? That’s what I always say. Unless I win the lottery. Then I’ll quit buying my clothes at Wal-Mart.
Take a look at the necklace she made!

And that’s not all. She zoomed in on the flower and took a picture of it for me because she made this flower too!

How did this gene skip me?! I’ve got nothing I tell you! I can’t decorate cakes, create awesome necklaces, crochet or knit!
I guess I do create beautiful children.
Is that a hobby?

This picture of Dawson was sitting on my other sister’s dresser when we were at her house on Monday for Memorial Day. (More on that tomorrow hopefully).
Pink Barbie Glasses are the future of boy toddler swimmers.

Dawson made a request last night that Jason shave off his stubble. Jason was reading to Dawson while he was laying in bed and Jason bent over to give Dawson a kiss goodnight. Dawson pushed him away and said “I don’t like your scratchies daddy!” Jason promptly reminded Dawson that he would have a 5:00 shadow someday. I was disturbed by that.

And to all a good night.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Were You Waiting For This?

Joy’s blog reporting coming straight at ya with an endless supply of poop for your viewing pleasure.
This month’s pick of the week:
Poop in the bathtub.
Ahh yes.
This particular night I had given Dawson a bath and let him play while the tub drained when I realized I forgot to get a towel for him. So, I left him in the tub and ran to grab a towel from the hall closet. Seriously 30 seconds here folks. That’s all the time it takes for a young child’s bowels to come forth and conquer.
Dawson seemed quite happy with his accomplishment.
I made him scoop it up and put it in the toilet.
Please tell me you didn't think I was serious about that.

Friday, May 15, 2009

My Mommy is a Poopy Head!

That's what I overheard Dawson yelling out to his friend Xander when I went to visit him the other day at daycare while I was on lunch. However, in my son's defense:
Xander started it.
I just have to show off these adorable pics of my little man in his tuxedo. They were taken at my beautiful sis-in-law's wedding.

When it was my turn to walk down the aisle, Dawson panicked and came running after me, so he actually ended up walking down the aisle with me, rather than with the flower girl like he was supposed to. I hope he's not codependent.

Perfect pic with him and his grandpa G.

I just realized there are a lot of shots of my leg in these.

I see Dawson's eyes scouring the room looking for a familiar face. This was when they walked in as they were introduced at the reception. I think he found me eventually. I hid under the table so that I could finish eating my cake withouth having to share it. Not really, everyone knows how long you have to wait at a reception before you get cake!
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Monday, May 11, 2009

Mommy! Watch This!

Mommy! Watch This! 
This is Dawson's new favorite saying. So in light of having just celebrated Mother's Day I thought that would be an appropriate title for this post. -And of course this post is the complete source to all things that occurred on my Mother's Day.
Because I may never get over it, I need to remind every one that I didn't get any pictures of me and Dawson on my very first Mother's Day. So every year I make Jason take 100. Or at least 2.
This year's Mother's Day gifts included:
A card Dawson colored for me at Sunday School:
Look what was inside:
His handprint! Awww!
From Jason and Dawson I got
* A Bag of Toblerone miniature candy
* The Madagascar 2 DVD for Dawson and I to enjoy
* The new Hillsong United album "This is Our God"
After Church we headed to my mom's house to celebrate.
We ate Papa John's pizza for lunch. Is that homeless?
If you knew where my mom lived, you would realize our options were quite limited. So I believe apologies are in order for all those nasty thoughts out there.
My niece Felicia came over and I was so excited to see her. She's 5 months pregnant. 
My butt is bigger than her prego belly.
Isn't she cute?!!
About this time, my sister Anita mentioned that our dad said he would feed us steak if we would be willing to all stop by his house on the way home. I told my mom if she'd feed us steak, maybe we couldn't be lured away like that.
But we did go to my dad's house.
I will mention here that my sister Anita has a Teacup Pomeranian named Poppy, and a Terrier named Mischa. Dawson loves those dogs. Nita let us take Poppy with us to dads house.
You can't see it here, but Poppy barked the whole way there.
Dawson thinks this dog is the best thing next to Spider-Man shirts.

Now for dad pictures, even though it wasn't Father's Day. (The steak was good. So I thought we should take pictures.)
This is a family oriented blog. So I took it upon myself to censer all signs of the Milwaukee's Best my dad drinks that show up. I do not endorse alcohol here. 
Besides, they don't pay me advertisement rights.

Dad won't admit it, but he likes Poppy. He calls him "a dog that makes sense".
That's his way of saying a dog is likable.

See, he likes the dog:
So that Mischa doesn't get jealous of all Poppy's exposure time:
I convinced dad to let me take a picture of the two of us.
Happy Dad

Grumpy Dad

My dad is always happiest when he's with his daughter Joy family.
My nephew Mikey -whom I never get to see- with Dawson. 

Dad has a little Powerwheels tractor at his house for Dawson to drive around.
The only problem is, Dawson can only drive in circles...
He talked his cousin into a joy ride in the bucket
On the way home from Gramps' house, exhausted but happy:
And the icing on the cake to complete a very happy Mother's Day?:
We saw it just as we were almost home and it looks like it's right over our house -which means I'm obviously a good mother.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

8 Things

I told Ashley I would do this since she tagged me and was feeling dejected. And I really wanted to use the word dejected in a sentence. Score!

8 Things I'm Looking Forward To:
1) eating homemade taco salad for supper (I bet you’re all craving it now!)
2) my sis-in-law and bro-in-law coming out in 2 weeks
3) Going to Cleveland when they (see #2) come and eating lots of food
4) This weekend. Every weekend actually.
5) Getting my legs tan so I can attempt to put on shorts
6) Hanging out with Dawson and Jason tonight and fighting over what we watch on tv
7) Going to the Y to tone and firm my gluteus maximus (see #5) or at least to socialize.
8) Getting Dawson potty trained. Will it happen before he hits 5th grade?

8 Things I Did Yesterday:
1) Worked
2) Took a walk with Jason and Dawson
3) Ate a turkey sandwich for supper and I’m still hungry
4) Watched cartoons. I think they were all re-runs
5) Stubbed my pinky toe on Dawson’s dinosaur
6) Read my bible. I’m in Leviticus and I need a translator. Pronto.
7) Kicked Jason out of bed for farting on me. Wait, that’s every night.
8) Spent an awful long time online trying to find songs with the word “ocean” in them for my boss

8 Things I Wish I Could Do:
1) Go on a cruise to the Caribbean. I wish I could put that on my list for things I did yesterday.
2) sell our house
3) Wink
4) Eat anything I want without gaining a pound
5) Whistle
6) Eat without getting food on my clothes

7) Do a voice over for a Disney movie
8) See without contacts or glasses or Lasik eye surgery

8 Shows I Watch:
1) The Office
2) The Biggest Loser
3) Howie Do It

4) Game Show In My Head
5) Nightline
6) Dateline
7) America’s Funniest Home Videos
8) The Early Show

8 people I want to tag:
1) Mindy (Flick Family Blog)
2) Sarah (8 Muddy Boots)
3) Brianna
4) Kelsey
5) Steph&Josh
6) Angela (Smile at Your Future)
7) Danielle (The Buckle Family blog)
8) Jodi (They’re Only Little for a little while)

*Michelle, if you had a blog I would tag you! HINT HINT

Friday, May 1, 2009


Mayday. Get it? Because it's May now?
On my way to work on Monday I had Dawson with me as usual. The only difference to this drive now is that recently the sun is coming up for the drive. I'm not driving in the dark hoping beyond hope that a deer will not see my car and come out to greet my front fender. Now, in the light, I can see the deer if it comes and then I have the choice if I want to hit it or not. Not a bad deal.
On this particular Monday, Dawson was in the backseat chattering away. The sun is making it's debut, only there is no way of blocking it from our view. (hey, that rhymed! debut-view, look at me and my bad self.) I can't even pull my sun visor down because that won't block the sun from my eyes either. Dawson's car seat is situated in the very middle of the back seat in the car. So he gets the light of the sun in all of it's glory right smack dab in his eyes when he's in my car. Obviously this was bothering him quite a bit because I could hear him whining and grunting his displeasure every so often, when finally he was fed up. He yelled out:
"Mommy! Turn the sun down!"
I couldn't help him, and I explained that to him and his response was
"But the circle is following us!"
At least he knows his shapes.
Isn't he funny?
Take a look at what he was doing with his little storage container Jason made him to hold all his matchbox cars:
Maybe he needs glasses because look what he did a few days later with my water bottle:

Recently, I found him wearing his dad's shoes:
Don't even get me started about that Hulk shirt he's wearing. Oh. My. Word. If he is not within sight of this Hulk shirt or his spiderman shirt, he has a total unquenchable breakdown. You would think I'm holding him hostage complete with torture in the event that I need to wash those shirts. One day, Jason took the stinky, dank Hulk shirt out of the dirty clothes and let Dawson wear it because he couldn't deal with meltdown. And Dawson was none the wiser. I don't think his smelling senses are 100% developed yet.
Oh speaking of smelling, I have a funny story I want to dedicate to my sister Anita, who told it to me.
This is my nephew-Anita's son, Mikey:
On Easter, we were sharing funny stories about our children. She recalled a time when Mikey was Dawson's age and they were headed down the road somewhere and from the backseat Mikey pronounced:
"Pee-Eww Mommy, I smell SNUK."
He couldn't say skunk.
I love that story.
Several weeks ago I decided to make a cake. This has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I wanted to share the pictures of my creation:
I think this was taken before Jason gave up coffee.
On an ending note, Dawson has several sticker books which he loves. And sometimes catch him doing this:
Better this than a tattoo. He has to wait until he's 5 for one of those.