Family bed

I have posted earlier about becoming a bed for Goof Ball every once in a while. He is very cute. It seems that it is turning into a daily ritual. Sleep on mommy around 10:30 to whenever he wakes up. Every day. Sure, fine. He is adorably cute, and if I truly had a problem with it, I wouldn't let him sit on my lap because that would bring about the consequences. I kind of expect it these days.

Well yesterday, for the first time in... years? Bug fell asleep on me as well. I must be more comfy than I thought. It certainly wasn't at the same time, they would fight over me too much if I tried to have them on my lap at the same time for me to even try.

It was really cute.

"Ogres have layers..."

And they seem to be more like onions than parfaits. "Ain't no one out there who's gonna say, 'Oh I don't like parfaits!'" I feel that I am very much like an ogre... and an onion. "Because you smell bad?" Maybe. But that's not the point.

Ok, ok, enough Shrek quotes.

Depending on how long you have read my blog (or how far back you have gone in the archives) you know that I just can't get enough of roller-coasters. Particularly the invisible emotion-like ones. Believe me, if I could just jump off, I would, but once you sit down and they strap you in, you are stuck until the stupid ride stops. It turns out that since this post, I have found a new layer of that stupid rotten though onion to peel off.

Maybe.

Probably.

I hate to think about it or admit that I might have more to go through. At least I just bought more Oreos just the other day (along with the Waffers... my two loves were battling it out the whole way through the store, stuck in the same cart the whole way). I have been trying to watch what I eat and exercise more... but keeping my sanity through all this just might be a bit more important, no? Particularly when I have little people to take care of. Don't get me wrong... I will still try to keep up with the exercise, because I know that helps brain function and whatever else. Emotions and... this isn't a health blog by all means. Go to a different site to know how much exercise helps. I DO know the benefits and will try to keep it up. What I meant about the Oreos is, if I find I need them, I won't hold back like I might have earlier.

An Oreo Affair

There aren't many cookies that can act as rivals to my precious. Oreo tops almost all of my charts. Obviously, as I dedicated a blog to them and was even obsessed enough to find symbolism in them. How insane can one get, right?

Waffer Cookies. Do you know what I'm talking about? Not the Vanilla Waffers (that are circular almost bread-like things and no frostingesc goodness at all)... Waffers. These guys:

Now, I normally go for the strawberry ones... Oreo's still beat on the chocolate flavor, and the vanilla flavor is also quite good. If there was going to be any sort of runner up for my favorite cookie, these would be it. Sadly, however, they aren't as easy to find as they once were. Are they going out of style? Keebler I believe had a line of these, but I haven't seen them in a while... I can only ever find them sold in generic brands these days. Not that I can tell much of a difference, to be honest. I only worry that I won't be able to find them at all...

In any case, I splurged today when I went shopping and got these. Sad to say I am quite hesitant to share my Oreo's with my kids... (hence I eat them only when the kids won't notice) but these I will consent to sharing. :) It was fun to snack on these after we got in pjs (like my sis... I just love pjs) and dip them in milk together. :)

Hurray for days that end with smiles and sugar.

Mommy's a person?? No, you must be joking me! She's a bed!

In church when I was younger, I enjoyed laying down on my mom's lap and sleeping. She had a very comfy lap, though she may somewhat despise the reason for said comfyness. Heck, I despise why my lap is so comfy, she must have at some point. Oh wonderful baby fat...

*ahem...*

I breed mamma's boys. As far as Little Angel is concerned, I'm not sure if he was... he was for the two months that he lived, for obvious reasons... I was his source of food. As for Bug and Goof Ball, they are very much mamma's boys, so I would assume that Little Angel would have been too. In any case... the fact that they are both mamma's boys makes for difficult situations. Sometimes I am a possession that they fight over like a favorite toy. More than a favorite toy. Sometimes I am the cureall bandaid that just makes everything better. I can even heal things that are invisible like banged up feelers (feelings). Sometimes I become the most comfortable bed and pillow known to the world... but even more magical than that is the fact that the bed can walk. *gasp!

Some days I think I enjoy that they love me so much that they want me in every aspect of their lives. Some days... not so much. It is especially difficult when they both want me at the same time. Despite all I can do, sometimes there is just not enough of me to go around. Who knew that more of me, me was wanted in this world.

Goof Ball has pretty much graduated to the one nap a day routine. I put him to bed right after lunch. But then there are the mornings when he just can't get enough of me and insists on sitting on my lap while I write or whatever. On those mornings he just gets so darn comfortable on my comfy remains of his baby fat (along with Little Angel's and Bugs... ahem...) that he ends up falling asleep and I turn from a writing mommy into a bed and pillow. On such days I still give him a nap in the afternoon, just a little later than right after lunch.

*sigh...

This morning was difficult. Both the kids were screaming and demanded my every attention. I knew I should have gotten out of bed when they were both still asleep. I didn't have one minute to myself to recuperate. When Pro Boxer tried to get one kid to calm down... well that just diminished the competition for Mommy's attention and I was still overwhelmed by (mainly) Goof Ball as he insisted that I become his transportation. For if I hold and hug and cuddle him while sitting down he gets upset.

And yes, I now have a sleeping baby on me. It is amazing how much more heavy he can get when he is asleep... Don't get me wrong... I love having him sleep on me. But... as demanding a person I am I would rather have it on my schedule, not his. He is also excessively warm when he sleeps on me. This usually happens only in the morning when I am at my computer. When there is a window right to the east of me and the sun shines in and... by the time he wakes up I will be a pool of sweat.

Whatever... he is cute anyway.

There are times...

... when I just want to disappear into the internet.

... when I don't want to make dinner.

... when I refuse to do dishes.

... when laundry piles up because I am lazy.

... when life seems to get more and more challenging.

... when flowers I received on my birthday don't cheer me up.

... when I feel like I can't do anything.

... when writing is difficult.

... when I feel that my sketches are worthless.

... when I wish to throw my kids out the window.

There are also times...

... when Bug gives me a hug when I am down.

... when Goof Ball smiles and babbles so cutely.

... when Pro Boxer gives me a kiss and a little squeeze.

... when writing comes easy(er).

... when I smile because of Bug's simple logic.

... when dinner is prepared and delicious.

... when I turn up the music and dance while washing dishes.

... when the plants in my care actually survive (*gasp!*).

... when I have the patience and stamina to read the same book to my kids over, and over, and over, and over, and over...

... when Goof Ball cuddles me, and I make time for them.

Sometimes life gets hard. But life will never make way for you, so you just have to make way for life. The past few days were hard. Friday... well I'll not even go into all that happened that day. Best part of it was giving a sketch to my niece and seeing a friend I hadn't seen in forever at her wedding reception. Saturday was one scream after the other, and I never had a chance to recuperate. Thank goodness for good friends who helped me escape such chaoticness and for a hubby who allowed me to leave minutes after I woke him up from his nap. Pro Boxer had to work all weekend. Yes... even a portion today. I was worried that by today the kids and I would be so sick of each other that the day would be filled with even more anger and stress than the last two days combined.

Thankfully I was wrong. I think I am starting to really learn the difference between childish and childlike. Go on a walk with a child someday, and you will understand too.

"Whaddya mean you cooked the [rice cooker] Charlie?"

This post has been long overdue. Mainly because it happened a long time ago I kept forgetting, mainly because I am a mom with lots of other things on her plate.

A few weeks ago, on a Sunday, in fact... it was the first Sunday this month. I know that, because Pro Boxer was heating up some water after church so I could have some Postum. We have very little of that left, as Kraft is no longer producing it... (curse you Kraft!) but that is a post for a later date.

We have a flat top stove. You know... the kind that is just... well, flat. And you can see the little circles to put the pan on, and it just kinda heats up. Whatever, you know what I mean, I'm sure. In any case, he put a pan with water in it on the stove and turned on the burner. I was busy getting things ready to visit family. Then suddenly I heard a bang and a shout from Pro Boxer. I ignored it assuming he had things under control.

He did... to a point. We are essentially lazy people, and keep dozens of things on the stovetop. It acts as a catchall/second counter for us to put things. The rice cooker still was there from when we last used it. We don't have a whole lot of plug-in places, and the stove is pretty much the best place to put the rice cooker when we use it. In any case, Pro Boxer turned on the wrong burner. He turned on the back instead of the front... and well... he cooked the rice cooker.

"Well, I cooked the [rice cooker] that's all..."

Yeah, we need a new one. We haven't even attempted to see if it still works. I took this after it had been thrown in the garbage. After I realized that it would make for a fun post.

I have smelt burnt/melted plastic before. But the smoke... oh boy, I couldn't even breathe. One inhale and I instantly started coughing. We had to open all the windows, turn on the fan in the front room, open the door... I escaped outside because I seriously couldn't stand the smoke. I can only assume that my severe reaction is because my lungs are already so delicate that inhaling something like that my lungs automatically rejected it. I have such reactions when I even smell cigarette smoke as well.

Happy Birthday!!! ..... Oreo!

Yesterday, I went to the store to run errands. Keep in mind that I haven't had Oreos in the house for a few days and haven't been craving them to the point of extreme. I wasn't even planning on buying them at the store, but rather a two week supply of food (as I had finally made a menu plan... we had been thinking about doing that for a few weeks). Then, yes, you can imagine... I came across this. A beautiful display of Oreos and in celebration of its birthday. Oh, the irony.... as it was my birthday as well.

I don't know if it is exactly the same birthday... but the irony is still there.

And yes. I did buy some. Hey, it was a birthday celebration, and who wouldn't want to save a dollar when they buy Oreos and milk together??