Writer's Workshop - SoCal Snow White

I loved the prompt from Mama Kat this week:
Put an outfit together using pictures you found online and show us what you'd like to be wearing.

Easily, the first thing I pictured was a Princess (who wants expensive designer duds you have to pay a fortune to dry clean?) No, its much more fun to dress like a fantasy. Not only do I want to wear the full Princess get-up, I also want those damn dwarfs. Seven little men to do my cleaning, washing and food prep. Seven little men who don't take up too much room and never ask for some night-time nookie. All I would have to do is twirl around and sing a song or too. Something I do for Noah on a twenty minute rotation anyway. The ONE thing I would change would be the shoes. The heels seem pretty stupid for running around the forest in. I would have to switch them for flip flops that were super comfortable and that I could leave by a tree stump in case I needed to take a dip in a wishing well or something.

So here I am in my outfit:

And here are the super-comfy flip flops I would wear. BTW, did I mention all you Princesses out there can actually purchase these shoes if you twirl on over to Islander Sandals?

The one hang up might be the tricky old hag coming around with those apples. Not a big problem because I am not a big fan of apples. Chocolate cookies, that's another thing. If the queen brought me cookies, I would be S.O.L., poison city.

Wordful Wed - It was just a matter of time

My last entry probably explains a bit about why I am posting so infrequently. I have been wearing my running shoes to keep up with my Energizer Baby.

This week all his running caught up with us. Here he is sporting his first head injury:

The poor little guy fell directly onto the corner of our bed frame while whipping around the bend. (Of course this is the only corner in the house we don't have one of those Safety 1st pads on. It figures.) As I rushed over to check on him, I got the silent scream, which always is a gauge for the nightmare soon to unload. He was bleeding from a cut in his forehead and there was blood running down his face. A complete Mommy horror movie. After wiping up the blood and calming down my sweet boy, I realized it wasn't bad enough for an ER visit (we have yet to break that seal), and I called the on-call ped.

The cut (and subsequent goose egg) didn't require stitches, just a little skin glue and some special tape. The problem is that the band aid and tape are supposed to stay on for at least 24hrs. Not so great for a toddler who wonders why there is A GIANT RED STICKER is on his head. Needless to say, we had been avoiding mirrors and keeping him busy with tasks to keep him from picking it off. We actually went for a whole 40 minutes without incident until the check out lady at Henry's points to Noah's head and goes, "Oh POOR baby, look at that BIG bandage. What happened?" Thank goodness Henry's has balloons which mommy quickly shoved into his hand.

I had a sneaking suspision that he would peel that baby off as soon as mama wasn't around, and when he woke up from his nap the red band aid and tape were curled tightly in his hand. Proudly he showed his accomplishment to me, "Boo-boo!"

As far as injuries go, it was pretty mild, despite the initial blood fest down the forehead. As we were walking out the doc cheerfully said to me, "Don't worry, this will be the first of many. See you soon!"

Haven't decided how I feel about that statement yet....

Wordful Wednesday - Caught in the Act

Dear Mommy,

I think its cool you have decided to have a sense of humor about this. I like you taking pictures of my adventures a lot more than you pulling on your hair and counting to 10.

Have to go find the cat now. Not telling you why yet....

Love,

Noah

With A Little Help From My Friends

Just when you feel like the worst mother ever, some very thoughtful people come along and remind you that you just do your best and that's all a kid can ask.

Yesterday I was showered with flowers, cards, calls, emails and texts all from family and friends who wanted to show me some "mama love," despite all my dramatic complaining. A HUGE thank you to the lovely ladies in my life (and those in bloggy land) for all the support. You don't know how much it means to me.

Giant hugs!

Rachel

Writer's Workshop - Virgin Vlog

Ok, so you are going to have to pardon me on my first vlog. It is way more difficult to be eloquent when ranting/speaking than when ranting/writing.

Oh, and next time I am totally brushing my hair and wearing mascara.

Two Hundred Tantrums and A Mommy Time Out

Dear Sanity,

I am begging you. Please come back. You've been gone about 3 weeks now. Ever since Noah decided to become "terrible" before he was even 2.

I need you to help me shower and clean the house. I need you to drag me to play groups and the grocery store with my swine flu mask on. If I have to bribe you with chocolate covered Joe Joe's I am totally into that.

I realize this may have you nervous about returning. Please try and forget about that and instead think of this image - Noah's cute face. Proof that there's an angel in there somewhere.

If you are still not convinced, picture this:

It's where HH and I are going SANS TODDLER in August. I sincerely hope you don't wait that long to show up.

Your Humble Servant,
Rachel