"By The Beard of Zeus!"

"I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany." OMG.....I looooooove Will Ferrell. I can't tell you how many times I've seen Night of the Roxbury, or Anchorman, and The Ballad of Ricky Bobby....genius, pure genius.

Ok, so it's Monday again. And Monday's can go either way. I woke up without enough sleep but still ready to start my day. The kid woke up happy which is a miracle considering alot of mornings start off with screaming and gnashing of teeth. Everything was going swimmingly. I decided to wear a cute little dress I've had in my closet for my non bloated days and I was workin it. I was having one of those rare days where my hair and make-up was glorious,I had some killer shoes for my dress and I felt great. Get in the car, rollin down the road and I don't even get half a mile before I realize there was a reason I wasn't originally going to wear a dress today. I didn't shave. "Good Morning, this is Sarah, how can I help you shave...I mean SAVE on some insurance today?" I wanted so badly to turn around and go back to change but I was already running late. I was mortified at the thought of my chewbacca legs being the topic for discussion all day with the four guys in the office. They weren't THAT hairy but it was noticeable. I managed to avoid most of them and stayed at my desk most of the day. I did catch one of them looking down and I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming "YES I FORGOT TO SHAVE TODAY!" Oh well....at least I remembered deodorant. But the highlight of my day was when Kenny and I got home and he picked me some flowers :), and being the sentimental mother I am I'll probably keep them until he's 40...or forever.

What a sweetheart!!

This is him having free reign of the house. Why yes, that is a vacuum hose in his mouth....no, I don't know why. I just take pictures to laugh at hysterically and ones he will be sure to hate me for later in life.

My Little Inmate

So at 4:30 this morning I bolted out of bed still mostly unconscious. I was completely conscious though, of the fact that I heard someone rattling a door knob. It took me all of 3 seconds to realize that Kenny had escaped his crib and was trying unsuccessfully to escape his room. He did, however, successfully lock himself in. Thankfully our door knobs are designed where he can lock them from one side and I can stick a key in on my end and unlock them. Which at 4:30 in the morning was a really good thing because I really didn't want to figure out how to get him out otherwise. So I open the door and there is my son, looking up at me with that disgustingly cute smile of his and all he says is "Hii!". He obviously does not fully comprehend the importance of sleep and not getting up out of bed at the unconstitutional hour of 4:30. It was hard to be even the slightest bit upset that he was standing there though because he was just too cute. So I explained that it was still night night time and threw him back in bed with a smooch. As I began to close his door I realized I still had my keys I used to unlock his door in my hand, which made me feel completely like a warden of a jail. I know that sounds crazy but at that hour it seemed completely rational. Just go with it. Then I realized my house is made of stone,so it isn't TOO far fetched for me to compare my house to saay...Alcatraz,aka The Rock. All I need now is a moat around my house or a big body of water and I'm set. I just hope I don't find him tunneling his way out in the middle of the night tonight. Haahaa.

The Joy of a Picky Eater

I never thought I would have the child that would make faces at his vegetables, spit out his food or would mash beans in between his fingers. And yes, "mash" is a word....at least in the South :). This child used to eat like a horse. Anything you would put in front of him would inevitably go into his mouth. But then the Eat Like a Horse phase vanished and in it's place I got the You Can't Possibly Expect Me to Eat That phase. I would get soooo frustrated when he refused to eat that I would sit there for over an hour trying to get him to. Nothing I tried would get him to eat. So finally I just gave up. It wasn't worth the time or energy to force him to eat something he didn't want to eat. The kid isn't going to starve to death. I finally decided that if he's hungry enough he'll eat what I give him. I would at least make him try it. But 9 times out of 10 it would get spit out. I'm sure I'm not the first parent to dread dinner time for this sole reason. Nothing is more discouraging sometimes then to come home after a long day, fix dinner, only for it to be spit out or frowned at. Whatev. But tonight was a different story. For some unknown, unexplainable reason.....Kenny ate his food. The massive amounts of tater tots on his plate helped. Ok, maybe not MASSIVE amounts....but a sizable portion. Because seriously....who doesn't like tater tots? He even shoved some peas into his mouth after I promised him more tater tots. So given the fact that he had noodles as his main course, followed by a handful (or possibly two) of peas, and a heaping portion of tater tots, I can rest easy tonight knowing that I actually did feed my child and know for a fact that he won't starve to death in his sleep.

"When Yah Gotta Go, You Gotta Go!"

Monday as you will remember, started off with vomit. Tuesday started off with poop all over the crib, and ended on a sad note with a sweet old lady going to be with Jesus. Grandma Polly made everyone call her Grandma, because everyone who walked through her door she saw as family. She was fiesty and often said inappropriate things but didn't care. She always had cookies to hand out, stories to tell and loved a good party. If you came back from shopping she'd always ask you " Buy me anything good?". She moved her furniture around daily, and she always asked for help at the most inopportune times. But we did it....with smiles on our faces. She did this up until a month before she died. She was 88. She was practically if not most certainly deaf, but would never admit it. In order for her to hear you you would have to scream in her ear, which in my case, almost always invoked the teasing from the others around me since I screamed the loudest (it's a gift). She would always let you know if your shirt was too tight, or your pants were too low...and since she couldn't hear she'd yell it. So EVERYONE knew if she thought your shirt was too tight or your pants were too low. And if anything was hanging out....well...you were done for. If you brought her food that you made and she didn't like it she'd give it to the cat. She's been such a special part of our lives, and it's going to take some getting used to to not having her here. But no matter how hard it is to say goodbye,I just keep thinking that we should all be so lucky. She died holding the hands of the ones she loved. She lived long enough to see 43 grandchildren come into this world, and she made everyone she met feel special. And I wouldn't be in the least surprised if somewhere up in Heaven, right now, she was moving furniture around. My guess is, is that she has alot more helpers now. Kenny and I miss you Grandma Polly. We wish you could have stayed with us longer but as you so eloquently used to say, " When yah gotta go, you gotta go!"

A Bad Case of The Mondays

First off, Office Space is just brilliant, and I still want a red swingline stapler. If you have no idea what I'm talking about then you have to rent the movie. Soooo today started off with vomit. Nice, smelly, chunky vomit. I can handle just about anything this child has come with. A smelly diaper, a runny smelly diaper, being pooped and peed on.But I don't want to see, hear and especially smell vomit. Who does? But you do whatcha gotta do and you do it out of love. This poor child just can't seem to catch a break though. If it's not ear infections it's teething and since January he has battled something. I walk in his room to get him dressed and ready for daycare and the back of his head was just covered, along with every blanket and toy. I have no idea when it happened since he didn't make a peep all night. And he seemed happy enough. So I threw him in the bath, decided it might be a good idea to skip breakfast and managed to still get out the door mostly on time. I would have gladly stayed home with him but he wasn't running a fever and he acted like nothing had happened. I just wanted to put that in there so it doesn't seem like I'm contaminating every child in day care on purpose. Thankfully he got a good report today and I was told he was relatively happy. I managed to get to work with just 4 minutes to spare and it literally felt like I blinked and it was over. I work in insurance for the time being (it's a temp job)and the highlight of my day was when I get a call asking where our office is located. Anyone who knows me knows I can't give directions to save my life. That's why God invented gps. So I pass the woman to someone more capable of getting her there. Come to find out, the woman called from her car...which was sitting in our parking lot. Right next to the HUGE sign with our logo and name of the agent. Not to mention the sign on the door. Oh..and the company truck parked right next to her with a ginormous State Farm sticker. How she did not know that she was sitting in our parking lot is beyond me. She said she was confused because she thought for sure it was on the right side of the road, and we're on the left. I had to control my laughter as she walked in the door. She laughed it off and we tried to tell her not to worry....it happens all the time.

I'm hoping the rest of the week will fly by like today did. I'm also hoping I don't wake up to any more smelly surprises and with a happy healthy kid!

all snuggled up on the couch with mommy's favorite blanket :)

French Toast Saturdays...

I got to lay in bed till 8 am today. It was glorious. I can't believe that that is considered late for me now. I fondly think back to the days when sleeping in was till at least 2 in the afternoon. I don't think I could do that even if I tried now! Too much to do!! So Saturdays for Kenny and I are called French Toast Saturdays and he gets quite excited. By 9:30 we were already outside and making mud and weed soup with a splash of clover and rocks. Which was, of course, a bad idea because any mention of food the kid's going to stick it in his mouth. But let's be honest...he probably would have anyways. We'll just think of it as an extra dose of fiber. I managed to get some parts of my house clean and Kenny managed to destroy the rest. So all in all it was a great morning. Then naptime came and went.....with no naps. Two hours was spent putting him back in bed because he kept climbing out to play. I don't mind so much when he climbs out of his crib in the morning and plays quietly till I get up. What I do mind is having to repeat myself like a parrot and tell him to stay in bed which obviously didn't work out very well. I just want the kid to obey. I managed to keep myself relatively calm although I was DYING to have a nap. As any mother will tell you, naptime is sacred. It is something that is cherished and sometimes greatly needed. And I'm not going to lie...I got cranky cause I didn't get one. But mostly I was just discouraged. It seems that lately it doesn't matter how I discipline him or handle his little outbursts. So I finally gave up getting him to sleep because I didn't know what else to do. I got tired of getting up and down but then when I just gave up and let him play I felt guilty for giving in. ARGH. Then, when we finally get out of the house to get a few errands done he passes out in his carseat.....snoring. I wanted to scream. I got over it eventually and ended up at the mall playing on those little ride things which I refuse to put quarters in. He doesn't know the difference and as far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to :). I think now it's time for some hot tea and what better be a good movie! Goodnight!

The Meaning Behind It All

I know some of my friends will probably think that this is a really gross name for a blog but I have my reasons! I guess first I should say that I am a Princess. It's a title many will disagree with but that's ok. I know who I am and one day I'll convince the world of it. That's not to say I'm spoiled brat though. I grew up with Salvation Army clothes and my mother was/ is a yard sale fanatic. I mean shopper. Moving on, When Kenny was first born I was so freaked out at having a baby, and like many new parents, felt completely helpless as to what exactly I was supposed to be doing. My world as I knew it was gone, and in it's place was this little boy who was completely dependent on me. So when I brought him home that very first day... he peed on me. And within a millisecond I was thinking "so this is my life now" which was then followed by " MOM!!OMG HE'S PEEING ON ME!!" It was like he initiated me to the new mommy club. And basically the insanity hasn't stopped since. He hasn't peed on me since that first day...now he just paints the walls with his poo whenever the mood strikes him. So I named my blog The Princess and the Pee because of the obvious, but I thought it was a funny way to describe my life. While it was once made up of parties after work and laying out by the pool it now consists of feeding, cleaning, and watching the most adorable creature on this earth grow up. And I wouldn't have it any other way.