Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Little Charmer, My Son

After my little boy walks into his classroom, his teacher catches me before I walk out the door with Faith.

She says to me that "Elijah has become such a little charmer."

I'm all like, "My boy?"

It turns out that my boy colored a picture for a couple of the girls in his class. I understand it was for a couple of girls only. He wrote their names on the pictures. ?!?!?

Then, the girls went over to the teacher to brag what Elijah had done for them.

Wow. Faith and I walk out almost stunned. My boy.

That night, I flew home to catch him before going to bed to get the deets of the situation.

My husband was all "yeeeaaahh" to hear that his son was beginning to charm the girls at such an early age like himself. Bastard! :)

Elijah claims that these girls are his "beeest friends". He was all shy smiles over it.

I'm still a little stunned about it. I'm over here dealing with the poop-fingers in the butt. [Unfortunately, he has not let go of this nasty habit!] The screaming tantrums. The daily freak-out. And, he's charming the girls!?!?

Uh. How about letting the charm leak out at the house too?

I suppose this incident may bode well for the future, depending on how you look at it.

I just want to be on the receiving end of this charm more often.

Just help a mom out! Okay?

Sunday, January 18, 2009

We've got a little miscommunication going on here.

The other night for the first time in over a week, I was able to make it home a little before bedtime.

So, in some mild-superwoman fashion, I caught Elijah up on his reading, practicing his sight words, and caught up Faith on her loose tooth situation. The tooth could no longer be ignored as it practically was laying in her mouth. So, I had tooth fairy duty also that night.

Before bedtime, I asked Daddy, "Do you have $2? Because I have a $5." Which means that I will give him my $5 bill for two singles. I'm good like that--I wanted to make sure that I wasn't taking his last dollars, you know.

So, around 1am, I write up the tooth fairy's thank you note for the tooth. I place the note along with $2 (from the husband's wallet) under Faith's pillow while collecting her tooth, of course.

Fast forward to morning, Faith excitedly lets me know that she hit the motherload of tooth fairy money. She says something like--The tooth fairy left me five monies! She's still learning the money lingo. Anyway, I don't have my glasses on so I never count what she has. I assume that she has $5. ?!?!

On the way to work, I call my husband to ask him,

ME: What's up with that tooth fairy? You gave Faith three more dollars?

E: No. I thought you wanted me to give her your five and my two.

ME: So, how much did you give her?!?!?

E: Seven!

ME: I had already gave her two!

[He definitely left the money after I did which I can't believe that he didn't see the $2. I guess 5am will do that to a person.]

By then, I'm rolling with laughter. Cracking up.

ME: You're such a doofus. We gave her $9 dollars! hahaha

E: I've gotta go. I can't believe it . . .

I've already given Faith a heads-up to say that the tooth fairy must be doing well right now. And, that she can't always expect $9.

Now, I must go and bum off my little girl for a few bucks.

She's loaded!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Daddy may not be liking his women very much right now.

It's a list, you see.

Faith wrote down Daddy's chores her breakfast request this morning. (I will work with her on her spelling, of course. The whole writing down the request is a definite downside of learning to read and write, I'm sure.)

[Edited to add: Faith clarified that it was the menu for breakfast.]

The little drops of water are from Daddy's dishwashing at the same time.

I'm picking up around the house. Meaning--bringing the dishes that may be lying around the house. That's helping, right? Trust me--he lives most of the dishes and empty wrappers of everything he eats around. Including apple cores. Damn man!

Of course, I had to get the camera for this one.

Well, I better go make my list too before the kitchen closes up.


Have a great weekend.

[Haven't been around much. Very busy at work. Lowest rates ever on mortgages equals I now live at my job. Good and bad, I guess.]

Take care.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Now my husband and I have something new to fight and laugh over . . .

Unbelievable. It's back already?!?! And, that Chris is plain evil! I can't believe they brought that DeAnna back. "She's the devil!!" As quoted by my husband. I hate this show!

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Day Two

Of the cooking spree that I seem to be on . . . I wouldn't call it a New Year's resolution of any type. I don't set expectations up that high. I hate disappointment so I keep the goals pretty low. It's more like a Christmas miracle a week past Christmas--so give God the glory, okay?

Yesterday, I got this meal going pretty successfully.

Roasted Italian Herb Chicken
4 skinless, boneless chicken breasts
2 cups Italian-style salad dressing
1 cup Italian-style dried bread crumbs

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Place chicken breasts in a 9x13 inch baking dish. Pour salad dressing over chicken. Cover dish and refrigerate for 30 minutes to 1 hour. Roll each chicken piece in stuffing crumbs. Return to baking dish. Cover with aluminum foil and bake in the preheated oven for about 45 minutes or until chicken is cooked through and juices run clear.

Easy. And, right up my alley.

So, today, I'm considering Chicken Stew, Puerto Rican style. That's my problem . . . going for the gold so quickly in the race and I haven't really stretched my muscles yet. It looks like I'm lucking out a bit though . . . I'm out of a couple of the ingredients. This one might need to be attempted tomorrow.


I have found a way off this crazy spree ride.