Kids Do The Darndest Things

There are times these days, that if I wasn't in the middle of disciplining my child, I'd be in hysterics laughing at some of the things he does.

Case in point; Right now, Critter is at that age when he takes everything I say literally. Just the other day I was on the phone with Big Daddy, who happened to be away working. Critter, being the social butterfly that he is, was wanting the phone and was climbing up onto my lap to try and take it away. At first I shooed him, pushing his little hand away. I told him politely to give me a moment and I would hand the phone over to him so he could talk. Unfortunately he has his mother's patience, which happens to be non-existant. He lost control of his temper and felt that smacking his mother was his best course of action to get what he wanted. Not a smart choice on his part. I paused mid-sentence to tell him to march hiself straight to his room. I had intended to quickly say goodbye to Big Daddy and go deal with the matter, but all of a sudden I hear "march, march, march" chanted over and over again by Critter as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom..actually marching! As he turns back to look at me over his shoulder, with a smile no less, I shoot back a stern look at him that says "don't mess with me, son". It was all I could do to save myself from the fit of laughter I felt welling up inside. Oh my word! Once he was in his room and out of ear shot, I laughed quietly into the phone and repeated the the events to Big Daddy who was still on the end of the line going "hey, what just happened?"

Of course he laughed when I told him. Mother laughed too; to the point she almost cried. I think she some how felt vindicated, even though I was the good daughter! Kid had a good laugh at the situation herself. I don't blame her though, well maybe just a little. I believe she took some pleasure in the fact that it was my son, who whether he intended to do (or realized) it or not, was a total smartass. Codster, bless his heart, can be a handful sometimes and so I'm sure she was tickled pink that it was my child this time.

It really was funny, even I had to admit that despite my frustration with him at the time. I'm waiting for the day that I can share this story with his children so I too can sit back, let out a good belly laugh and feel vindicated when his children do these kinds of things to him.

Threesomes

Three people who make me laugh:
- Kid
- Big Daddy
- Me (I think I'm funny at least :))

Three things I can do:
- Fold my tongue in half (front to back - not side to side, though I can do that too)
- Drive a stick shift
- Code web pages

Three things I can't do:
- Make "soft chew" cookies (I'm always over cooking them. Good thing I like'em that way)
- Eat cucumbers
- Vote (at least in the U.S. where I live - I'm not a citizen)

Three things I'm doing right now:
- Reading blogs
- Waiting for Big Daddy to return home from work
- Enjoying the peace and quiet

Three things I want to do before I die:
- Travel to every continent on the plant
- Skydive
- Become a Geneticist

Three things I hate the most:
- Telemarketers
- Rude people
- Wal-mart

Three things that scare me:
- The thought of losing my son
- Men that are strangers
- The shape that this world (and it's people) are in

Three things I don't understand:
- Physics
- The obsession with people who are famous
- Why we can't all just get along

Three skills I'd like to learn:
- Spanish
- Glass blowing
- How to take great (ok..amazing) photographs

Three ways to describe my personality:
- Compassionate
- Caring
- Warm

Three things I think you should listen to:
- The Critter's deep belly laughs
- Big Daddy when he talks in his sleep (too freakin' hilarious)
- Your own advice

Three things you should never listen to:
- Negative people
- Politicians
- Advice (parenting or otherwise) from Britney Spears

Three favorite foods:
- Potatoes (baked, mashed, scalloped)
- Potatoes (fried, twice baked, french fries)
- Potatoes (chips, hashbrowns, salad)

Three beverages I drink regularly:
- 100% fruit juice
- Water
- Milk

Three shows I watched a lot:
- DIY network
- Grey's Anatomy
- Rachel Ray/Oprah/Ellen

The Results Are In..

...it's definitely writer's block. No distractions today and I am STILL having trouble finishing a post. Too many scattered thoughts to make a cohesive post. Sorry y'all.

The Whole Kit and Caboodle

It occurred to me not all that long ago that I neglected to introduce the cast of characters you'll find here in this blog. So without further ado, the cast of Life...Unscripted:

Main Characters

MUFFY: The slightly neurotic, slightly OCD, controlling, moody, witty, intelligent, shy, loyal, friendly, animal loving, compassionate, and spunky Canuck turned Southern Belle. Loves cooking, traveling, genealogy, DIYing, dancing, reading, writing, photography, sports, spending time with family and friends, and all things done outdoors. She is a stay-at-home Mom. Dislikes the whole vegetable concept (though she does eat plenty), changing poopy diapers, dusting, doing dishes, cigarettes, and snow.

BIG DADDY: The hardworking, outgoing, fun-loving, dedicated, honest, fiercely loyal, driven, happy-go-lucky, unorganized, scatterbrained, messy, pain in the butt redneck husband of Muffy. Big Daddy loves to eat, sleep, play with his son, sports, eat, watch television, eat, sleep, eat some more, Thee Ohio State Buckeyes, hogging the covers, lifting weights, eating, and picking on his wife. He detests cleanliness, sweet and sour anything, brussel sprouts, any person behind a wheel (besides himself), dusting, and bugs (can you believe a grown man of 6'2" is scared of bugs? It's so funny to see actually).

"O" aka THE CRITTER: The adorable, sweet, happy-go-lucky, adventurous, charming, outgoing, social butterfly, fickle, loud, incorrigible, sometimes obnoxious, often OCD, and independent offspring of Muffy and Big Daddy. He likes to eat, run, jump, chase, dig in dirt, swim, and animals. He loves cars, trains, planes, trucks, motorcycles, going for car rides dancing and singing. He is a regular ham. He dislikes vegetables, sleeping, having his bum changed, and people when they don't do what he wants them to do.

Supporting Players

MOTHER: Muffy's Mama.
KID aka SISTER: Muffy's younger sister.
KEEN: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offspring of Kid and Yo.
CODSTER: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offspring of Kid and Yo.
THE GIRLS: Muffy and Big Daddy's identical twin nieces. Offspring of Kid and Yo.
FURY BABIES aka CHINA PEARL and ADAIR: Muffy's (and Big Daddy and Critter's) cats
SUPERSTAR: O's best friend. The next door neighbour's boy.

Players Yet to be Seen
PAPA: Mother's spouse. Muffy's Step-father.
YO: Spouse of Kid.
GRANDADDY: Muffy's Father.
GRAN: Muffy's Step-mother
KELLYKINS: Muffy's youngest sister.
GOUBY: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offspring of Sac and Suz.
THUMB SUCKER: Muffy and Big Daddy's niece. Offspring of Sac and Suz.
SAC: Muffy's Step-brother.
SUZ: Former spouse of Sac.
LC: Muffy's Step-sister.
PASSGO: LC's spouse.
CINDER-ELLA: Muffy and Big Daddy's niece. Offspring of LC and Passgo.
HAWK: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offspring of LC and Passgo.

MAMAW: Big Daddy's Mama.
PAPAW: Bid Daddy's Father.
TT: Big Daddy's younger sister.
UNCLE D: Big Daddy's younger brother.
NAE: Muffy and Big Daddy's niece. Offspring of TT.
COWLICK KID: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offspring of TT.
QUICK DRAW MCGRAW: Muffy and Big Daddy's nephew. Offscpring of TT.
BABY GIRL: Muffy and Big Daddy's niece. Offspring of TT.
NANNY: Big Daddy's Grandmother.

A New Year, A New Outlook

Failure is not the only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others. - Jules Renard

For so long I've watched others live their dreams; accomplished what they've set out to do while I've done very little. I have goals, dreams and aspirations (and always have - big ones at that), but there have always been excuses for not meeting my mark. 2008 is a new year, my year and I'm no longer content to just sit back and watch. This year failure is not in my vocabulary.

Distracted Much?

Despite having plenty to write today, I'm having a case of writer's block. I've been sitting here for the last half hour with a blank screen not knowing where to start. Or maybe I'm just easily distracted this morning? I look around my living room and see that the floor needs vacuuming; O has a huge pile of toys spilling out from his playroom (and he's only been up for an hour - it was neat and tidy when he got up); I just heard the washing machine stop. All of this crud is beckoning to me.."Muffy, oh Muuuufffffyyyy". Ughh. Then there is the matter of the little critter, who won't leave my side today for some reason too. Yup definitely distracted.

10:40 am - I'm hungry and now I'm distracted by food. Yesterday I started back on the treadmill and eating the way I should be (smaller portions and good for me carbohydrates). I feel better then when I'm lazy about my eating habits, but I always feel hungry in the first couple of weeks. Big Daddy says I don't drink enough water, and I don't, but baby steps I say. I drink as much as I can tolerate right now. Maybe I should have put drinking more water on my new year's resolution list.

Oh and there goes the buzzer for the dryer. Distracted again!

12:46 pm - So as I mentioned in my previous post, I've been apprehensive about this photography club I joined. I talked with Big Daddy about it after writing in my blog and it helped some. He helped me to see what was causing my anxiety and was very supportive about it too(it was only the third time I had tried to talk to him about it with very little..anything from him).

Word of the day kiddies..is distraction. The critter is supposed to be sleeping upstairs in his bed, but I can hear various bangs and bumps that mean he isn't. Time to sit in his doorway thereby forcing him to stay in bed and hopefully go to sleep.

Un-Muffy

I've just joined a photography club. The very first meeting is this Thursday and for some reason, I'm very apprehensive about it. I suppose this fear is something that needs to be analysed more, but not tonight. It seems like it has been a very long day and I'm just not feeling much like myself. I think that I'm just going to call it a night.

Perhaps all the anxious feelings will have left me and I'll be more like Muffy in the morning.

Goodnight to one and all.