Wordless Wednesday (Almost)

An inch lower & we could say "Say NO to crack".

Random Tuesday

This is toast with apricot preserves, apple chunks & red bell pepper. I have it for breakfast sometimes.

What? You don't eat red bell peppers with breakfast? Dipped in Green Goddess dressing?

(This is day 10 of my black eye, pretty, huh?)

Where, oh, where is G-Man?

Well, I'm right here, Mama! I'm hiding under my bank-sie.

Maybe I should have said: "Where, oh where are my pants, Mama?"

(We are potty training, people! It involves being naked from the waist down for a good portion of the morning)

Here I am being cute while sporting Mama's glasses. She calls me Professor Hill.

My vocabulary gone through the roof this week. I repeat everything my Mama, Daddy & anyone else says. Some newbies are: News, Football (of course), glasses, poot (don't ask), sausage.

Until next time....peace out!

Not Me Monday (Mommy Blog)

I'm here again to tell you about things I would never do. You all know that I'm a mature, elegant lady who would never be caught dead attending a movie about vampires, werewolves and the like. That's why when a friend/co-worker needed a date to see New Moon, I most certainly told her "No" & that why would I go with all those screaming teenage girls to see a movie at MIDNIGHT?

Well, she twisted my arm & here you go.

That's Me & 'The Baby Catcher' waiting for the movie to start.
I gotta say, I knew there would be teen-boppers (as my great-grandma used to say) but I had no idea that there would be lots of 30-something women there to. If you were a 30-something man & you were looking for a woman, the midnight showing of any of the Twilight series is the place to be. Okay, enough of that. (Oh, I will NOT be watching Eclipse on June 30th at midnight either.)

Next up, I never curse. Not even Shoot or Darn, ahem....cough. Last night when opening a bill from our last visit to the Pedi's office & found that the charges were wrong & said "I need to call Dr. L's office & have them fix these D**M charges." G-Man drove around the corner on his ride-on toy & said plain as day....."Damn". I have really got to watch my pristine mouth around the kiddo. You know, since I never curse & all.

****Updated****

Oh, I forgot the one that made me want to do this week's Not Me Monday in the first place...I did not take GMan to Sam's this past Saturday & proceed to feed him lunch from all of the wonderful ladies handing out samples. His nutritious lunch would NOT have consisted of the following: a crab cake (who knew?), 2 little smokies dipped in bar-b-q sauce, white cheddar cheese on a cracker, dried cranberries & almond trail mix.

In our defense, we ate a late breakfast, so this was just an early afternoon snack. I felt like Homer Simpson for just a second...DOH!

Lost in Translation, Episode 1

With G-Man's ever expanding vocabulary, sometimes its really hard to understand what the heck he is saying. So here's a few words that need some translation:

Beep = This is a multipurpose word used for Dip (as in Ranch Dressing, Ketchup, etc.)
Beep = Also used for Jeep (Daddy's mode of transportation)
Shoes = Shoes
Shoes = Also used for Tools (aka a screwdriver)
Shoes = Also used for Screw & screwdriver. He is fascinated w/ screwdrivers lately
Manny = Any variety of tools.....keep up folks.
Bank-sie = Blanket
*(This is the cutest thing I've ever heard & watching him walk around the house with a blanket that is lamb's wool trimmed with silky satiney material is just over the top)
Boo = Blue
Meem = Green
Back = Black
Yeyow = Yellow
Mink = Pink
Aye = Red (Don't ask, we correct him every time for the last 4-5 months & it doesn't change)
Onge = Orange (Said like you would say Duck a l'orange. You know, he's French like that)
Juice = Juice, except he says it with a D, so it comes out.....douche. Cracks me up every time.
Choo-Choo = Train, duh.
MicMos = Mickey Mouse. This one took me a while to figure out....call me dumb.
Noonels = Noodles
Eeeeooooo = Fire trucks, but has evolved any vehicle with lights on top of it.
Toast = Ghost

Check in for more new vocabulary words later.

A day at the Park

See this? Looks a little daunting for a wee tyke of 20 months....don't you think?

Well, with some careful guidance from dear 'ol Dad, I navigated it pretty well. Just watch the skill involved...

Look, Ma!

Wow, I'm really high off the ground!

Hey, I made it. I think I gave Mama an ulcer.

Does this remind anyone of the scene in 'A Christmas Story' where Ralphie can't remember what to tell Santa what he wants for Christmas & the Elf pushes him down the slide. Yeah, it was kinda like that.

Now this slide is a little more my speed.

Just wait 'til I can really drive, Mama.

I wonder what this big green thing is over here?

Maybe I'll go down the really big slide by myself.
I've turned into quite the daredevil today.

I am beginning to love fall days at the park. Mama & Dada, can we go again tomorrow?

No Hair November (Mommy Blog)

I have a friend/co-worker named Cameron who has a daughter named Kailyn. She has been diagnosed w/ Hodgkin's Lymphoma. She started chemotherapy treatments & her hair started thinning. A friend decided to hold a fund-raiser called 'No Hair November' to raise money for Kailyn & her family. Local hairdressers came together & donated their time to shave heads for a $10 donation. Kailyn decided to take control & shave her thinning hair off.

Here she is in front of an audience of people...

Kailyn & Cameron.

Soooo, Hubby was complaining about his long, luxurious locks & of course I had to tell him about Kailyn. He agreed to shave his head for her.

Here goes....

No turning back now.

Did I miss a spot?

Here's a family photo. If you look closely, you can see a faint bruise/puffy spot under the G-Man's right eye.

He took a tumble down the stairs & landed on the edge of the concrete step. 1st black eye. Anyway, I think Hubby looks handsome with his head shaved.

Not Me Monday (Mommy Blog)

Finding some inspiration from MckMama, I am, again, going to participate in Not Me Monday. You can hop on over to her blog to see what it's all about.

While waiting for my Hubby to get his head shaved for charity I did NOT, while grabbing for G-Man's hand cause him to fall down about 5 stairs...concrete stairs & bust his right eye. Wow, I'm a terrible mother. He was going "Up" (which is actually down in G-Man language) the stairs, walking around to the handicapped ramp & going "Up" (remember that's down) again. Repeat about 10 times. I was trying to get him to grab my hand since the handrail was way too tall & when he waved me off of him, he lost his balance. Longest fall....EVER. He hadn't even finished falling when I snatched him up & hugged him tight & made sure he didn't bust out any teeth.
A sweet woman (thank you so much, whoever you were) gave me some ice to put on it. But as you mamas of 22 month-old boys know, he wouldn't let me near him with it. Hubby kept calling him Clubber Lang (from Rocky) Have I mentioned that I feel like a terrible mother.

I did NOT tell him while he was running in circles around the driveway & screaming that "if you come in the house, I'll give you some M&Ms". I would NEVER offer candy as a bribe especially when I'm really tired & too lazy to walk out to the driveway & pick him up so that he can do his 'Lift Arms & Slide' You know, where they lift their arms up over their head to slide out of my grasp. This is a new maneuver he is perfecting. Drives me crazy. It's like trying to grab a greased pig. (Which, by the way, I've never done before but I can only imagine)

Previously he used the 'Limp Hippy' where when you try to take his hand, he just goes limp on the ground. You know, like a hippy protestor from the 60's?