Friday, March 30, 2012

Its a Jungle Out There

Oh baby baby its a wild world. Its hard to get by on just your smile girl...

So you probably don't really want me to sing. (Once I was "reassigned" from the band during youth Sunday at church because my singing was so bad. Seriously. At church!)

Okay, so those lyrics really don't have anything to do with this post, but somehow in my scattered brain it went together, so just stick with me and I'll get to the point.

Thinking about our yard these days kinda makes me think about a jungle.

There is the swing set, the garden, the leaves and... the snakes.

Yep. More than one.

The one that got chopped up was about this size.

from ncsu cooperative extension (I wasn't getting close enough to take a picute!)
Yes. Chopped up.

Its a snake people. One that could make you pretty miserable and debatably kill a small child - so I'm not even going to try and be politically correct.

Back to the snake(s). Copperheads mind you. We couldn't get any friendly non-aggressive snakes.

The first one showed up last Sunday. Big Girl found it while helping near the garden. I was inside putting Little Man down for a nap and suddenly heard, "get me the pointy shovel so I can get him."

Okay, maybe not those exact words, but pretty close. I was inside. Upstairs in our solid 1970's home. It was clear as day.

Needless to say I was outside in a second making sure everyone was okay.

As it turned out the snake was caught in the fence next to our garden, so he was pretty easy to "chop up" as my daughter put it.

But man I've been worried about them ever since. (Husband found another one a short time later.)

So this weekend its back to the yard work. We've got to get the weeds sprayed, the woodpile out and the herbs in the ground. Maybe oh maybe we'll also work on the trees, but its gonna be busy.

Oh, the garden you ask? Its doing great. Pictures soon!

PS - If you ever have garden questions - or snake questions the people at cooperative extension were so helpful! But the said the snake we saw was probably a baby (gulp) and that he could have anywhere from 6 to 40 siblings (gulp). If you live in our neighborhood be on the lookout.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Paci and the Sniffles

A little one that takes a paci is a blessing.

It may not be to you, but to me it is. I much prefer it to the thumb - it can be sanitized, it can be thrown away, it can be stashed in a drawer when you don't want it around and pulled out of the diaper bag in the middle of church.

I like paci's much more than thumbs.

But either way you go, they don't mix with the sniffles.

When little one has a cold and needs to breathe through the nose, but can't sleep without the paci it can be painful for kids and parents alike.

If you are anywhere near Raleigh, you know allergy season is in full swing.

See? Full on yellow fog!

And - the last few nights (each getting worse than the one before) Little Man has suffered. And I/we have suffered right along with him.

Helping him sit up or propping him up in bed. holding him as he dozes paci free. Its a lot of work and its exausting work. But its worth it. Its what you have to do.

Its how you nurture.

And - its because no matter how sweet he is he can't understand that he needs to sit up to sleep or let go of the paci.


So if I'm tired, or he's tired or if I'm a little absent minded. Its for good reason. I'm gonna go take a nap.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

In the Fridge

Is he 15 months or 15 years?

Seriously, how is he already into the fridge? Taking out the milk and reaching for grapes. He hasn't quite figured out how to pull out the drawer to get to the cheese, but it can't be far behind. I mean - seriously he opened the bag of grapes.

PS - Isn't that some above average hand-eye coordination?

Eating. Some days he can't stop. He has always been a good eater. But these days. Man. An entire kids meal, drinking milk out of a straw when we go out to eat. And packing away more spaghetti than his six year-old sister.

Have I mentioned that boys are different than girls?

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Sick and Clingy

Have you ever had a sick toddler? Most parents have.

When they get miserable, they also get clingy. My Little Man is no exception.

He has pink eye and between the drops and keeping his hands and face clean, all he wants (when I am around is to be held).

Having pink eye in the house makes me want to sanitize.


I could use a whole industrial size package of Clorox wipes in an hour.

Clean the high chair, clean the favorite toys. Then its time to wash hands again and wipe the face.

Man. It is a job. Never mind a baby on your hip as you go.


Monday, March 5, 2012


There are favorite songs. Everyone has them. Then there are anthems.

You know. The song that is just about your exact situation in this amazing way even though you didn't write it.

When I went away to college it was the Dixie Chicks (this was pre entrance into the political sphere). I'd been living it up working a part time job and enjoying my freedom the summer after high school and - BAM - there was Wide Open Spaces.

You know.

She needs wide open spaces,
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces —
She knows the high stakes

It was THE song. Blaring through the walls of the freshman floor in my all girls dorm. We danced around the hall and played it over and over until our RA came and said "girls" you know with that look like she was thinking it was the greatest thing ever, but was gonna get in trouble herself if she didn't get us to turn the volume down. I mean she was hanging out with us...

Fantastic times.

More recently someone at work used to sing You Can't Always Get What You Want when we were talking about scaling back the budget.

I'd honestly not heard it before, but the lyrics became an anthem of sorts.

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

Ugh. Not in a good way. The part of the song about the girl - much more interesting to me.

Alas - my daughter.

Big Girl as she is can't get enough of these two songs right now.

Born This Way (Kidz Bop Version - I can't bear the thought of a six year-old seeing the real video.)

The part she sings over and over:

There's nothing wrong with lovin' who you are, she said,
Cause he made you perfect, Babe
So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say.
I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
That's it. The part she sings is cute. I love that she says God particularly loud. I think she is getting out of it that she is an individual, etc. But in a much different way than Lady Gaga meant.
Oh well.
The other fav? Taylor Swift.
Now I have to say she is - and hopefully stays - a pretty good role model.
When I hear the kids talking about her they say how she goes to school and she is pretty and has nice friends. Sweet.
The song that I love hearing my daughter sing of hers?
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine

Aww. Aren't those sweet.

What is your anthem these days? The People on the Bus... Sometimes I start thinking that should be the anthem for our family vehicle. - Lame. Share yours!

Sunday, March 4, 2012


You know how kids are always asking, “what’s this word?” when they’re learning to read?

Sometimes it can be every 10 seconds. Enough to make you want to pull your hair out.

Or tell them that reading is really over-rated and not worth practicing.

Then they clear the figurative hurdle and can just sit peacefully with a book. (Or walk through parking lots reading and blocking the sun while miraculously avoiding cars.)

And the parents and baby sitter and even grandma breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Enter chapter books.

The whole thing starts again. Take this week morning for instance.

It’s a Saturday and not even noon. With two books under Big Girl’s belt for the day I’ve already explained:

S’hant: won’t. I s’hant be able to sleep waiting for Santa.

Flaw: something that is wrong with something, usually when its new. There is a flaw in this shirt.

Then she decided to tell me what she thinks new words mean on her own. You know, from context. That is when I almost pee my pants have to try really hard not to laugh.

Orbit: To follow something around. Mommy goes into orbit when brother licks the bottom of his shoe.

Slick: a drink that is in one of those big bottles like at the gas station. It also is something to do with ice skating.