Favorite Things Monday

Okay, beloved readers. I sadly forgot to do my Favorite Things Friday-- 

Sorry. Stop emailing and threatening me! 

So, here's my favorite thing for Monday:

Bored to Death

It's a new series on HBO. It's witty, funny and off-beat. Much like myself.

 

I had a great day with Carson last week. The trees are turning and the leaves are (too) quickly falling off. It's so much fun to see the wonderment and excitement in his eyes when he sees so many leaves. While I see a mess that needs to be cleaned up, he sees the perfect messy play opportunity.

 

Don't you love his boots? They rarely leave his feet!

Drum Roll Please...

My first order!

That's right, Kids. I actually got paid to do something that I love and has been a dream of mine for so many years!

What a great feeling.

Favorite Things Friday

It's Favorite Things Friday!
This day is monumental. One of these days you're going to be reading my "Favorite Things Friday" blog and think to yourself, "Self-- I wonder when the whole 'Favorite Things Friday' came into play". Well...today is the day. A turning of the page, if you will. Each Friday I'm going to start showing you some of my favorite things.Are you ready, Kids?Today's Favorite Thing is: Ann Taintor.




I love how she makes even mundane things humorous. Viva la Ann Taintor!

Opposites Are so DARN...Opposite!!!

Funnel cakes, rides and games... Oh, MY! The hubs agreed to go to the state fair with me. This was quite an accomplishment. I mean, it's really just not his thing. However, it IS MINE. I could literally live at the fair. Better yet, I could travel around and be a Carnie. Yes, my friends. There it is. THAT is probably why I'm so strange-- I missed my calling in life of being a Carnie.

At any rate, we found ourselves at the State Fair. I was in heaven! I mean...think of all of the unique things that you find only at the fair. Where else can you find live entertainment, rides, pizza on a stick, a flea market AND get all you can drink milk. { yes, you read that right. All you can drink milk. I can't think of anything I would want to drink LESS on a warm summer day...but you know... to each his own! }. I was in heaven, I tell you. Heaven. One problem though. I wanted to go do this:

(which I did by myself, by the way! LOVED it!)

The hubs wanted to go to this:


A fishing exhibit.

You can't really tell, but this is a building that showcases all of the different fish in MN lakes. He was in heaven.

Yeah. Not exactly my idea of heaven.

This, maybe:

So, who's going to the fair with me next year?

I have a first grader.

Cade's first day of First Grade was last Tuesday. He was reared up and ready to go!





The thing he's most excited about? Eating lunch in the cafeteria! He picked out a GI Joe lunch bag. Go figure...MY kid's favorite thing about school? Eating. Yeah...unfortunately takes after his Mama!

There he goes...

Going, going, gone.

Next week he'll be asking for the car keys! =(

WHAT is that SMELL????

Funny story. Well...funny for you, but not funny for me. When we got home from visiting Chris' parents last weekend, we walked into the house and this overwhelming stench greeted us. Oh. was. it. terrible. I immediately sniffed around until I realized the odor was coming from the fridge. I opened the door and proceeded to throw out some old leftovers that should have been thrown away before we left.

Problem solved. Right? No, no...that's a negative.

Day after day I would throw a little of this out and a little of that out.

WHAT is that SMELL??? Could it be this? Surely it's not THAT! Old queso? Nah...I mean...it's got a strong smell, but with the lid on it... surely it can't be that!

So, finally on Saturday I'd had ENOUGH with a capital E! The smell was NOT going away, despite my efforts. We now had no more food in the refrigerator-- only condiments.

Sooo....Saturday morning I was a woman on a mission. Chris was keeping the kids for me and I was getting to the bottom of this-- PRONTO!

I took everything out of the refrigerator-- including all of the shelves {which got a good-ol-fashioned washing}.

Still NOTHING.

Are you KIDDING ME? Well, I guess it could be coming from the freezer, but how could something smell like that in the freezer? Everything is FROZEN!

Could it be a DEAD RAT under the fridge? Oh, I cringe to think!

That's about the time that the hubs stepped in. After a while he looked at me and I could tell that he finally realized what the stench was. He pointed to our ice maker on the front of the freezer door and said, "It's coming from THERE!".

I thought-- Oh, no!!! Is there a DEAD RAT stuck in the ice machine???? How could it have gotten there????? I can't even imagine how a rat could get stuck in an ice machine. I suppose those things can happen....

About that time, the hubs proceeded to lift up the drain- thingy at the bottom of the ice maker/water maker.

This is what we found:

Oh, yes my friends. It's not just your monitor...that stuff IS green!!! Actually, not just green...NEON green! What is it, you ask? Well...seeing as how we have a 2 year old who is constantly "helping" us around the house, our best guess is that he dumped his milk, juice, and who knows what else in there...and over time it turned into...that.

NEON GREEN, People!

I actually didn't think to snap a pic until after Chris had soaked up a bunch with the paper towel. It was a lot more neon-y and there was a lot more of it!

I guarantee you Mommy is going to be a lot more observant about where the milk, juice and other liquids are going. If he puts his drinks in there...I wonder where he puts the crust from his bread that he doesn't eat. Hmmm....

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Tea Time

We went to WI for the holiday weekend. While we were there, my mother-in-law took me to the cutest little tea room nestled kind of in the middle of no where. It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon.

Here's the entry way. So cute...already all dressed up for Fall.

They have all kinds of cute things on the ground, in flower beds, etc. to look at.

And...fountains. I don't know what it is about the sound of running water, but I could have sat there forever.

My cute mom-in-law.

I love that they have etiquette tips on the back of the menu.

We giggled throughout the whole tea because we were constantly doing things we weren't "supposed" to be doing.

We had dessert. MMMMMMM! So yummy.

Linda has two boys...I have three boys...then both of our husbands...we're surrounded by boys, Star Wars figures, army guys and video games. What a nice way to celebrate our femininity!

This is definitely going to be a new Romine Women tradition!

Linda, thanks for such a wonderful afternoon!

A day in the life of a sleep-deprived mommy

So, yesterday began at 2 AM when Tiegan pooped on me. I cleaned up the mess, went back to sleep, and 30 minutes later I woke up to him screaming because he had thrown up. It was dark when I opened his door and picked him up, so it wasn't until I felt the puke all over me that I realized what had happened. Funny. You would think the overwhelming stench would have tipped me off. He was in and out of sleep all night long.

So, I went through most of the morning half awake and NOT a happy camper. I did not win the mommy of the year award yesterday...but here are some funny things that came out of my mouth:

"If you tear up mommy's pretty tree one more time, you're going night-night!"

"Noooo...don't feed Elmo leaves from Mommy's tree. Here...let him eat this sandwich! Mmmmm! Elmo likes sandwiches!"

"No, that's Bubba's cereal! Here's Carson's cereal! See? Raisins!"

"He does everything you do! So, next time you start to do something, think to yourself: 'self-- should I be doing this?' "

"You kids get in there and clean up that mess. I better not see one toy on the floor when I get in there!"

"What are you supposed to be doing right now?" ...(pause) "And are you doing it? NO, you are not! Listen the first time I ask you to do something. The first time! Do it the FIRST TIME!"

"Get movin'! PRONTO!"



I'm totally cracking myself up writing this!!!! I can't believe the things I say! WHY DO I SAY THEM???? In the heat of the moment when I'm so frustrated, and they're not listening to me....I just become my mother. Can't explain it!