I wear a size “beautiful,” and my age is “fabulous.”
Numbers don’t tell you anything. –Suzy Toronto
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A word to the wise, part 2
Tag: Humor
Photo 365 #166: The Dentist
Too bad I prefer Aquafresh to Crest…
I had a dentist appointment this morning. I hate going to the dentist. He’s very friendly, all his staff are lovely, and I have pretty good teeth. Why, then, should I loathe these visits so much?
The cleanings drive me nuts.
Some people shiver at the sound of a dentist’s drill. I shiver (and cringe and tense up) at the sound of the hygienist scraping the plaque off my teeth. By the time she’s finished, my hands are tired and sore, my shoulders are wrecked, and I have a raging headache.
And that’s with my normal (read: preferred) hygienist.
A word to the wise
Don’t stop the music, no matter what!
When you stumble, make it part of the dance. –Suzy Toronto
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Photo 365 #146
Among the many things that Cricket and Thumper found under the Christmas tree at Grandma’s house were matching Scooby Doo jammies. If their Halloween costumes weren’t indication enough of how excited these two get over Scooby Doo, then heres another picture that’s worth a thousand words on the subject:
Trying to get Thumper to sit still for longer than two seconds is like resisting the Borg. Still, this picture was the better of the two I snapped this afternoon as we were getting ready for naps. If naptime hadn’t been imminent, they’d have probably looked a little more excited, but as we all know, naps are evil and must be fought at all costs.
*cries*
At least it’s quiet upstairs now. That’s either very good or very bad, and I’m a little bit afraid to find out which it is.
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New year, new features!
So tomorrow we start another year. Can you believe how fast 2014 flew by? I know I can’t. I’m sure it just began yesterday, didn’t it?
But with the new year, I’ve decided to do something new here on my shiny, pretty blog. There’s this calendar that I saw a while back, called “When You Stumble, Make it Part of the Dance” by Suzy Toronto, and it had some of the neatest sayings on it, one for each month. Some of them inspired me, some of them made me laugh, but all of them made me want to share with all of you. I’ll share one calendar quote the first of every month, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.
If you’d like to get a copy for yourself, check out Ms. Toronto’s website. She’s got lots of great stuff for sale, and if I ever win the lotto, I’ll be tempted to buy one of everything she’s got up. 🙂
In the meantime, I hope you stay safe this New Year’s Eve, and may 2015 bring you and yours nothing but the best. Happy New Year!
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Photo Friday: Funny face
Today’s theme is funny faces, and with someone as talented as Miss Tadpole is at making funny faces, I have no shortage of pictures to share. Indeed, our annual photo book for 2013 has a full-page spread of some of her funnier faces.
Behold, Miss Tadpole, Queen of the Funny Faces:
People are sensitive about babies
Did you know that? They are. And the sensitivity extends to kids in general.
I’m not one of those people who gets offended every time someone says, “You must have your hands full!” when I mention how many children I have. Why should I? They’re absolutely right.
What prompted this sudden outpouring of…um…incredulity? Well, a friend of mine shared a link to a Scary Mommy post on Facebook this morning. I read it, I laughed, and then I clicked on a related article on the same site called “10 Things Never to Say to a Mom Expecting Another Boy.” Also, the Day 12 prompt for Writing 101.
Anyway, back to the article at hand and my incredulity. Most of the things the author suggested you should never ask a mom expecting another boy are fairly harmless, in my opinion. Things like, “Were you trying for a girl?” Or, “Your husband must be SO excited!” I guess the reason those questions don’t bother me is because I was so desperate to have a girl (really, there’s no other word for it) and my husband was excited to be having a boy, and I will be the first person to say so, whether you asked or not.
I already had one boy and I wanted one of each, so my answer to the question, “Were you disappointed when you found out it wasn’t a girl?” is always…
And now…
Full sprawl. How feline. 🙂
…further proof that my son is a bipedal cat:
This morning I was awakened by the sound of Thumper taking down the baby gate from his bedroom doorway. (I really don’t know why I bother putting it up anymore since he knows how to take it down, but I do. Maybe it’s for those extra few seconds I gain in which to prepare myself for battle with a two-year-old.) He tiptoed through the hall, barged into our room, and climbed into bed next to me, where he sat on all fours and stared at me, grinning from ear to ear, his nose about an inch from mine.
When I finally opened my eyes to acknowledge his presence, he whispered, “Time to get up!”
If cats could talk, surely they’d say something similar. And this, my friends, is why I am on my second 2L bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. The first one was gone by noon.
If you’ve got a cute kid story, share it below! I could use a little cuteness on this dreary Friday afternoon.
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