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Married to GI Joe, and the Mother to GI Joe Jr (whom is currently addicted to the Wonderful World of Superheroes), I'm a WV Hillbilly plunked down in a subdivision. I have a backyard garden, crazy neighbors, and a goofy dog that we love on Tuesdays. We love to travel and explore new things, so feel free to browse our life. Sometimes it is exciting, most of the time it is just life. But we are having a good time at it.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Not what we had expected...

A new couple moved into the neighborhood a couple of weeks ago.  We heard they had a four year old boy.  I was excited.  Finally, another kid that Kiddo could possible play with and get his ya-ya's out with on a regular basis. 

I dreamed of another mom I could hang out with and talk.

I'm sure The Husband had a plan too.  Hoping for another guy to hunt with.   Or talk cars and trucks.

The Husband and I were honestly just hoping for another normal(ish) couple ...our standards are getting pretty low considering some of the parents we've run into at Preschool and Kindergarten registration.  And since the Best Friends moved to Maine, we've been rather lacking in close social circles.


So we waited for a nice evening to stroll over with our freshly potted planter of herbs, and say Hi.

Up we strolled and caught them outside playing.

Introductions were made.  The kids hit it off, they dashed inside...we followed while doing the whole 'oh, we don't mean to stay long' kind of thing.

A half an hour later, I was packing up to leave...having had just about enough.

The mom is definitely not someone I want to really hang out with, or talk to very much.  I don't see wine glasses on the back deck in our futures.

The dad...well...he liked telling us about all of his tattoos.  (I have two...so I can't talk.  But I haven't randomly flashed body parts to complete strangers and explained the meaning behind each one...EVER).

She politely scowled when I explained that I am not a Stay at Home mom.
 
The Child.  Oh The Child.

He was not nice.  To the point Kiddo doesn't want to play with him ever again.

He threw things.  He yelled.  He apparently wrapped something around Kiddo's neck and tried to choke him.  He told Kiddo to leave more than once. 

Kiddo just didn't know how to take this.

I didn't either.  I wanted to park their kid in time out...all by myself.  Sort of a 'citizen arrest' kind of thing.

 Rather eye-opening I think.



Sunday, April 14, 2013

Oh the DRAMA

Kiddo is Five and a Half.

BIG KID.

All registered for Kindergarten, official Big Kid stuff.

So far he has survived elbow scrapes from the bicycle.  Knee scrapes.  A 'possible' broken wrist from a playmate at school.

But the drama that ensued yesterday morning when I brushed his teeth was of epic proportions.

My child's face got beet red.

He blushed.

He then turned purple.

And then....

He started wailing. 

Righteous wailing.

Know why?

He has a .... Loose Tooth.

Yes, my dramatic child who does not like change (he doesn't think he does) but is so freaking adaptable that I don't have to worry about throwing his schedule off...

Has a Loose Tooth.

Oh the Horror.

He cried for an hour.  Big gulping sobs.

So matter how much I hugged him and whispered to him.

We even emailed The Husband so that he could call us and be the first to know.

He bawled through that conversation.

He cried talking to my mom.

He cried in Walgreens.

It was a sight.

Eyes all red and puffy.  Sniffling.  The whole nine yards.

A nice lady in the allergy medicine aisle asked if his allergies were acting up, to which he started wailing again and reaching for me to pick his fifty pound tail up.  I had to explain he had his First Loose Tooth.

She just looked at me funny.

But the first tooth that made its appearance in my precious baby's mouth, will be the first tooth to fall.

I'll have to video it when it does come out. 

This should be good.

Friday, April 12, 2013

It's been forever

It's been absolutely forever since I sat down and blogged...again.

I think I wrote this apology a few months ago...might as well copy and paste again. 

Working 40+ hours a week, having a five year old that is constantly wanting my attention...and regular life...I just want to sit and stare when I have a few moments of peace.

The Husband I were talking the other day about our dream weekend.  His is some kind of sports car touring weekend...I started hearing blah blah blah increased insurance rates...blah blah blah.

I just point blank looked at him and said.  My perfect weekend would be a giant bag of Doritos, a six pack of very cold bottled Diet Mtn Dew, and a good book.  With silence.  No dog, no phone, no kid, no husband.  Silence.  I'd like to pee in peace.  Not have anyone tugging on me at every moment.   I constantly feel like I'm being touched all the time.

I feel tugged on at work.  Patients, Insurance, Pharmacies.  My Doctor is awesome.  I lurve her.

I feel tugged on at home.  The Husband and I try to have conversations, but I usually tune him out halfway through because Kiddo is yanking on my chain. 

The Husband and I are too exhausted and cranky.

Kiddo is full of energy.

We need a weekend away.

We did a Family Vacation and had a fun filled week at Disney World.  Awesomeness!

But The Husband and I need some time together.

By the way,  Kiddo has been Registered for Kindergarten.

O. M. G.



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