Sigh...

Made it through another Christmas...

Nolan had a blast...we were busy...I am tired...Nolan is with his daddio for a week....I am lonely already...oh woe is me...I miss my bug...ALOT

Anyone got anything for me to do??

Secrets with a toddler...

are impossible, but so much fun!!

Lemme explain....

Following Nolan's trip to see the Big "S", aka, Santa, on Saturday, gramma, aka my mom, whoa, I can tell this is gonna get confusing real fast...try to stay with me here folks...had some grocery shopping she needed to get done for Christmas Eve's dinner.  I wanted to make a quick stop at the bank (Have I ever mentioned how much I love the fact that banks are open on Saturdays??!!...this is getting off topic...Focus Lisa...Focus)...as I was leaving the car, my mom asked Nolan "Do you want to see what you bought mommy for Christmas??"...Of course his response was yes...off I wandered to the bank, and they sat in the car to admire the beauty of my gift.  Now, let's keep in mind here, that Nolan is a 3 year old, well I guess almost 4 (holy snotballs!!!!!!!) year old boy...I can ask numerous times what he did at taytare, and his response is always "Played".  True enough I suppose...but one day, I would love for him to elaborate, just a smidge.

Now, I had gotten back to the car, and heard my mom telling Nolan to quick, "put it back in the bag....and don't tell mommy, because it is a secret!!..."...I looked in the backseat at my son, and I saw his eyes dance and sparkle like I have never seen before - all because he knew something I didn't.  I asked "Can you give me a hint?"...nope.  "Are you gonna tell mommy??"...nope.  "is it a...polar bear??"....No Mommy, it's a Penguin!!! And outta the bag it came!! 

Hahaha, easy peasy!!  If anyone else wants to tell him what they bought me, he is a GREAT listener - just wanted ya to know!

If you expect Christmas carols too, you need crazy pills....

And yes, that is a picture of a picture, remember I am Mother of the Year....you got somethin' to say 'bout it punk and next year, I'll be sharing my holiday spirit with YOU!!!

Why I love Christmas...

- Around this time every year, I seem to get blessed with a life sucking cold...the kind that makes you want to curl up into the fetal position and die...but wait, I can't, because Nolan insists he's hungry, ALL THE TIME...but even better...with a life sucking cold, comes the pale skin, the complexion breakout, the red nose, and the static-y hair...hubba hubba!!

- "Wook Mommy, dat man is wabing at us"
"No bug....actually...."vaaarrrooooommmmm...."that man just gave mommy the finger for stealing his parking spot at West Edmonton Mall....Happy Holidays Sir...Merry Christmas....*frantically waving back*..."

- The Grinch

- Not ALL my family is always together...Nat, one year, you guys are coming, and bringing everyone...I don't care if it takes 3 trips...just flip on the tv, pop some popcorn, leave out some milk for the remaining kids...they will be okay until you return for them...parents do it all the time.

- My  bank account laughs hysterically in my face by the time I attempt at buying my last present...wait...did I say last, I meant first.

- My fingers are raw, and I mean, raw - to the bone, bleeding, sore, can't touch a thing for weeks afterward from undoing the twist ties that hold toys into packages...Seriously Toy Manufacturerers - Must the twisty things be made of metal??  Must they be twisted upteen different ways??  Must you twist them so tight I cannot get my scissors in to cut them??  Work with me here!!!  That would be swell!!

I hope my insight brightened your Christmas spirit!! 

Happy Holidays!!  Haha

I did it...I bit the big one...

I am a self-proclaimed Grinch...Christmas has never really been my favorite time of the year...too much hoopla, and blech....that's all I can say....blech.

Nolan and I didn't have a tree up, and frankly I was sick and tired of being made to feel guilty, and catching crap about ruining Christmas for Nolan, yada yada yada....last night, I thought f*ck it, we are going to put up a tree, and enjoy every second of it's dying, decorated life....I picked Nolan up from 'taytare'...off we trudged, well, really we drove cause it is still kinda cold, and I am uber lazy, to the hardware store to get a tree stand.  While we were there, I told Nolan that he could pick one ornament, and every year, he can have a new one to hang on the tree (how's that for starting traditions - ruining his Christmas my ass! HA!, hahaha)...of all the ornaments he could have chosen, he picked this gold glittery spiky ball...uugggggly!..oh well...his choice...while we were there, my inside voice was saying *lisa, get an extension cord, lisa get an extension cord, you will need it for the lights. LISA GET A F*CKIN CORD*...I chose to ignore that voice...it's usually crazy anyways. Got our purchases from the store, and off to get our tree...we got to the IGA, cause in Barrhead, it is the grocery store that sells the trees - don't judge, haha...paid for the tree, found the man to help us, and threw a curve ball at him....we drive a car!  Bahaha....and we have no rope!...our tree must fit inside!...teehee!...we smushed that bastard (the tree, not the helpful man), into the backseat of my car, plunked Nolan into the front seat (safely of course, haha), and motored on our way home.  He thought riding in the front was the cat's ass!!  And lemme tell ya, my car smells pine-y fresh today!!....sooo, we get home, I figure out the tree stand, cut the net off the tree, only to realize, I've been bamboozled!!  We didn't one lovely tree...we got two separate charlie brown-ers stuck in the same net...well, not even...more like two charlie brown branches...FYI - do you know how hard it is to stick two trees into ONE tree stand, with one hand holding the trees together, and one tightening the stand??  NOT EASY!!!  The f bombs were flying, the christmas cheer was in full force, *sigh*  life in the Rowney house was good...I had no rope to tie my two charlie's together, so I had to use the netting that tricked me in the first place to tie my them together...but it is up...and unstable. If anyone sneezes in  my house, that sucker is gonna fall. 

Being that I chose to ignore my crazy voice in the hardware store, we now have a 5 foot string of lights leading from the plug in to the tree itself...whoops!!

As we were decorating it last night, Nolan looked me, "mommy, this is the most beatiful-est tree eber".

"And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day."

sneezing glitter....

So...being that it is -1500 here....okay, well maybe not that cold...only -1300 for the 6th day in a row...my office had no heat yesterday, I stayed home with my spider monkey.  I have realized now that I will never do this again.  I love him to death, and I love that he is so so so so so so so so SO excited for Christmas, but I will NEVER stay home with him for another day, this close to Christmas again.

We hit our white glue quota for the next 4 years yesterday.  We made Christmas decorations with glitter (my family will love love love them, I am SURE of it!...teehee....suckas!!...)....we painted....Nolan ran his Hot Wheels through the paint on the kitchen table (about this point, I was about ready to hang him by his ankles)...we made trains with felt and white glue...we watched movies....we built train tracks....we played with race cars.....I lost my mind.....

*sigh*...I'm glad to be at work today.

Winter...

Oh, how I loathe Winter...

"Mommy, let's play outside...".
"but Boog, it's snowy and cold outside, do you still wanna go out"
"yep"

We spend five minutes trying to find all of our winter stuff, to find out half of the stuff doesn't fit anymore...dig out the new stuff...15 minutes to get it all on...only to realize Nolan has to pee...take it all off...go pee...put it all back on...trudge outside...he wipes out in the snow, gets snow in his mitten...

"I cold..."
"do you wanna go back in?"
"yep".......

Repeat process in one hours time.....


Or, have you ever tried to buckle a kid in a car seat, one that is dressed like the abominable snowman??  It's no easy feat!!

Oh Winter...give us snow for Christmas, and then piss off.

My dearest....

My dearest ass;

I am writing to you, solely because I am getting angry...you are continually growing, much to my disliking. Please stop.  There are many other body parts that can afford to grow, but oh no, you choose to be selfish. Again, please stop. 

I am quite fond of the jeans we currently wear, however, you are making it so I have to litterally jump to fit into them...not cool, ass, not cool.  I do not want to part ways with my clothing.  I do wish to part ways with you...well, not all, but a chunk of you. 

May I remind you, that we are not a bear...we do not hibernate...we do not have a need to store body fat...I promise to feed you on a regular basis. 

Please consider this your warning...if this trend of growing continues, I will be forced to literally work you off, and we both know how much I hate that.

Please heed this advice...

Sincerly,

Me

Dear Santa....

Dear Santa;

My name is Nolan and I am a 3 year old boy.  I have been a good boy this year (by who's standards, I'm not sure). This year I would like a Red Robot.  I will be having a sleep over at Grandma's and Pepere's house, so that is where you can find me.

Love,

Nolan
Age 3


Dear Santa;

I don't really have an extensive list this year, but here are a few things that I would like...ready??....

A sudden influx of money...Oh wait, you don't do money??  Okay, how about paying all my bills....

A new house...approx 1800sq feet or so, but we won't be too picky

A new SUV...or any vehicle that doesn't dump us in the ditch at the first snowflake

An entirely new wardrobe - clothing and shoes, as we know that they go together

Help finding a fricking Red Robot...seriously.

and

A toaster that doesn't burn the shit out of my bagels.

Thanks Santa!!

Love,

Lisa
Age 28

My monkey...

                               Holy doodle, I love this kid!

Is it just me...

Is it just me...or does Christmas get more exciting the older your kids get...Yay Santa!!

Is it just me...that has a child that continually waits until I am relaxed in a bubble bath, before he comes in unannounced, and proceeds to stink me outta there...

Is it just me...that finds that this time of year, everyone is down in the dumps...

Is it just me...that wishes I could get away with dressing myself the way that Nolan does..."Sure buddy, those brown sweatpants match perfectly with that Batman T-shirt...go for it!"....*teehee*...

Is it just me...that loves Christmas lights, but loathes the idea of hanging my unco-ordinated ass off of a ladder, attempting to hang them...HA!  Enjoy the lights elsewhere Nolan, cause we ains't getting none...



Is it just me...is a weekly post found on Wonderful World of Weiners every Wednesday...I'm just a little slow...hey - I'm just getting back into the swing of things, leave me alone!! 

Happy Friday!!

Why....

Why must Nolan not listen, and forge ahead sticking his finger in the candle....was it so he could hear me say "I told you so!!"

Why must he say "I told you so mommy" whenever I do something stupid...

Why must he insist on pushing all boundaries....because he is a 3 year old boy - that's why.

Why must he push redial on the phone....and before I can clue in, he has had a 10 minute conversation with whomever will listen....

Why can't I find the simplicity in life as he so often sees...."Papa just needs a band-aid and some water and he can go home from the hospital"....I wish it were that simple...

One thing that I do know for certain, is that I love that kid...more and more everyday!!

*sigh*...Back to our quiet life...

We're are back...and slowly returning to normalicy...whatever that may be...

Had a rough couple of weeks, but we made it...

Back to living life with my comical kid...and back to more regular posts!

A new perspective...

Where does grudge holding get us?? Where does the worrying about all of the small things get us?? 

After the past 2 weeks that I have had, I have a new perspective on life.  It's so valuable.  Take pleasure in the simple things...I know I am going to.

Still here....

Just wanted to do a quick post, saying that yes, in fact we are still alive and kicking...it has just been a really rough week and a half...

Do bad things come in threes??  I hope so...because if not, I am going to go postal...I can't handle anymore...

I hope everyone is doing well.

Dearest.....

Dearest Whomever is making my child sick;

Piss off!! Leave us alone!! 

Don't get me wrong, I love the snuggle time that comes with Nolan not feeling well...I could do without the boogers, and hacking in my face...I love that he wants to cuddle with me at night, but I may as well cuddle a baby ninja, one that practices kicks and elbows all night long...

Leave us alone, and let him get better.

That is all. 

Sincerely,

A raging mother, that has had no sleep...don't mess with me.

The start of a new chapter...

Woooeee, I have had a rough week or so....and I am so so ready to start fresh...

Out with the old, in with the new....isn't that how the saying goes??

That's not to say that the old won't be dearly missed....

Look out new chapter...here we come!

When it rains, it seems to pour...

Ever have those days that is seems as though everything is going against you...or am I the only one...please tell me, I am NOT the ONLY one that has those days...is this perhaps an illness of sorts...or maybe this is a sign that I am going to lose a limb in my sleep....Okay, I am not the only one you say...phew.

Today is that day for me.  It seems as though sh*t runs downhill, and I just so happen to be standing in a huge hole...

Bah!!..It's just one of those days, and I know all will be well...buuuut for all that know me, I am a little impatient...opps!!

                  Anyways, it's always nice to see this crazy face at the end
                                                            of the day...

Taking pleasure in the small things...

Being that I am never going to win "Mother of the Year", I choose to eliminate all chances that I may have in winning...I choose to scare the bejesus outta Nolan...yep, on a daily basis.  I hide around the corner, or sneak up behind him...whatever it takes to make him holler.

Just now, he went into the kitchen to get a cookie, (for all of you that are set on not feeding your kids sweets, or sweets after a certain time...Get bent.  Find someone else to harass...we enjoy our cookies...phew...I feel better with that off my chest...)....anyways, he went into the kitchen, flipped on the light.  I proceeded to stomp really loudly into the kitchen, only to hear him scream like a 3 year old girl....I am still giggling to myself as I write this...Not only did an ear piercing scream exit his body, but his little legs danced on the spot as though I have never seen them dance before....poor little fart....Tina Turner has nothing on him!!

I'm off to put Tina to bed...beware of what lurks around that corner!!

Oh Sugar Cookies, how I hate you...

I hate a love/hate relationship with Sugar Cookies....

Oh, how I love to eat them....but, Oh, how I hate to make them...they consistently turn out to taste like little flour hunks...ick....

Nolan on the other hand, loves to make, decorate and eat them...

Today we made them.  Here's my tidbit of info for the day *if you ever sweep crumbs onto the floor, don't let your child see you do it!!!*...Nolan was in charge of decorating with sprinkles...

Now, while I go sweep up 3 bottles of sprinkles that were swept onto my floor, can I offer anyone a flour hunk, covered in sprinkles????........

All about me...or at least it was..

Pre child -  My house was kept clean, tidy and orderly...
Child -   My house looks a bomb went off...mysteriously containing only Transformers and Thomas the  Train pieces...

Pre child -  I went to bed as late as I wanted, and slept until I wanted
Child -  I go to bed at 8pm, and rise when I hear the theme song to Diego, or some other cartoon...usually around 7am-ish..I hate mornings.

Pre child -  I could have a relaxing bath
Child -  My bath is usually interupted by a child that has to use the bathroom...and stinks me outta there

Pre child -  I could buy fancy smelling bubble bath, and enjoy it
Child -  I bathed in Transformers Blastin' Berry bubblebath last night

Pre child -  Life was all about me
Child -  Life is no longer about me...it's about my heart and soul, which so happens to be walking around, leaving a trail of Transformers in his path....*sigh*...I love this kid.

Giving up...

I've done it...I have let my child give up.  He hates skating...loathes it...screams, cries, begs to have a bath instead, and if you know my child, you know this means serious business.  Nolan believes baths are reserved for special occasions - like...well, we haven't stumbled upon those occasions yet...maybe his wife, or significant other will have better luck getting him to bathe...I've given up....So, needless to say, when he offers to have a bath instead of skating, he really really really  hates it.

Now, I feel really guilty...am I teaching my child to give up easily??  Am I allowing him to throw his hands in the air and quit??  Am I letting him "win" the ever raging battle of wills against his mother??...Yes, yes I am...

And I'm doing it all in the name of my sanity...

HASBRO, I hate you.

I hate Transformers. 

If Nolan gets another one, I am going to throw it directly in the trash. Do not pass Go, Do not collect $200...Nope, no sir, you my darling Transformer, are not welcome in my house. I loathe you...you simple, yet horrid horrid puzzling piece of plastic....Ages 3+ - ppppfffff, my ass!

This "thing" is the bain of my existence, the thorn in my side, the monster in my nightmares...

Do they look similar???  NO!!!!

I hate this thing.

I hate you Hasbro.

FuNk Off...

Yep, you read correctly...I got told to fuNk off today...by my toddler...WHAT???!!!  When did this happen??  When did the little punk a$$ learn to drop a "sort of" F Bomb???!!!

My little baby...my little cutie...the one that jumps of the highest peak possible...the one that watches the V8 Commericials and whacks me in the forehead when he wants to...the one that wipes his boogers on me...the one that thinks that Auntie Tash rules the world and mom sucks pond slime...yeah, that's the one...he dropped a Funk bomb....

Sigh...he's a boy...I guess I must come to terms with the fact that this won't be the last...God, if you are up there, please please please don't let him drop the Funk Bomb at TayTare...thanks dude...Wait..is dude inappropriate???...Sorry!!...

By the way, thank you for speech impediments...it could have been worse...

Cold Germs

My darling son,

I am aware that I have preached sharing for the entire 3 years of your existence...Thank you for sharing when you feel like it.  I do greatly appreciate it.  Why, may I ask, do you feel the need to share your boogers??  How about your chewed food??  Just because you do not want these lovely things, does not mean that I do.  Most importantly, why do you feel as though you must share your cold germs??  The next time I feel as though I am going to cough or sneeze, I am going to run to you...and sneeze or cough in your face...perhaps I will wait until you are older and become aware of the grossness...

Dearest son, please stop this.  It is deeesgusting.

And now, thanks to you, I have a sore throat....

Your ever lovin' mommy

Baking

"Hey Boog...should we make some cookies??"....Yep, we need tookies in our house..."okay, are you going to be a good CLEAN helper??"...Yep, i donna (gonna with a d, for those of you that don't know Nolan's language, haha) be tlean tlean tlean helper....

Lies!!  All Lies!!!  We had flour from one end of the house to the other!!! hahahaha...

But they were the best cookies we have ever made!

Happy Friday!!

Pictures...

So, being that I am feeling uber uncreative at the moment, I thought I would make todays post all about pictures...Pictures make me smile....

We spent many hours in the sandbox this summer!!

Nolan fell madly in love with Maddox this summer...and Maddox wound Auntie tightly around his little finger!!

Golfing with Justin

Driving the quad with Gramma

I could spend hours putting pictures on here, but I suppose you don't all have hours to spend looking at them!!  These are just a few of my recent favorites...

Enjoy your evening!!

I spy an armadillo....

Happy Monday!!

My weekend was really good...I hope yours was too!!

I wish I had the imagination of a toddler...last night, Nolan was supposed to be in bed...however, he decided that he needed to entertain his mom...

Now...take your hands and make them into binoculars over your eyes...yep, just like that...you're doing good...now, what do you see???  Nolan and I played this game last night...I saw the TV, and the movies...he saw armadillos, buffalos, monkeys and lions....wow...I had no idea that's what the noise was at night...here I thought it was the neighbor's dogs!!

*Sigh*...to have the imagination of a kid....

It's Friiiiiday!!

Happy Friday everyone!! 

I apologize for not posting yesterday...stinking Migraines....

I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend.  I'm sure I will think of many more things to post this weekend...my life never seems to be quiet!

Have a fantastical, splenderific weekend!!

10 things you should know about parenthood...

1.  It is by far the most stressful job ever...

2. Parenthood is not for the faint of heart...queasy stomachs need not apply

3. Sleep is now looked at as a privilage, not a right

4. Your child will develop a favorite toy or character...prepare to learn everything about this topic...and I mean everything...I am a pro at Thomas the Train

5. Silence is NOT the greatest sound...silence means trouble

6. Trying to watch YOUR tv show uninterrupted is virtually impossible, however, interupting your child while he/she watches HIS show is asking for a death sentence...or prepare for a massive tantrum

7. That being said, trying to accomplish anything, like writing this blog, un-interrupted is also unheard of

8. Parenthood entitles you to wear your pajamas or sweat pants out for errands...you no longer have to dress up to go downtown...if you do, you realize that something WILL be spilled on you

9. Your bed becomes a place for 2...even though you are a single mom

10. It is the most rewarding job in the entire world

Skating...sort of

First things first...a shout out to Tash & Kels...Congrats!!  I love you both so much, and am so happy for you!!

Tonight was Nolan's first skating lesson...really, it was him standing on skates, not letting go of my fingers...now that he is off the ice, you ask how skating went, and he loves it...but if you ask if he is going again, and you get a firm "NO!!"...little does he know, he has to go at least one more time, before I let him quit...I do have to say though, that he did learn to balance today...Yay Nolan!!  There is hope for him yet!!

I didn't get any pictures of him skating, as it is hard to take photos with a kid clung to your fingers, hahaha...maybe next time!

Off to the Mountains...

Being that Nolan is so facinated with the mountains as of late, that is where we spent our Saturday...off to Jasper we went...

We toured, we walked...

We spent the day with the ones we love...

Mommy

Once upon a time, when Nolan was younger, all I wanted was for him to say "mommy"...shorten it if need be...mom, ma, mama..anything...anything that resembled who I am...well, anything other than hag...that's too short, even for my liking, haha...

That day came, we celebrated, and I became known as mommy...

Now, and believe me when I say this....if I hear those two syllables one more time, "mom-myyyyyyy, mooooommmmmm, moooommmm-myyyyyy, mommyyyyyyy", I could very well lose my mind!!  Now, however, it is usually "mommmmmyyyy, hellllppp meeeeeeee"...Why Boog, what do you need??...."heeeellllppppp meeeeee wiiiissss my slip slops"...maybe they make flip flops in my house ridiculously hard to put on...wait a sec...nope, I just slipped mine off and on numerous times in the past seconds....it's become the "whine", no longer my special name, full of love and promises....ugh, I for one, loathe the "whine"...does it ever end?? 

Wait....i'm 28, and I still whine to my mom....I'm doomed.

As he grows...

Everyday I seem to notice another change in Nolan...be it big or small...he is infactuated with Halloween right now...every morning faithfully, the first question out of his mouth "is it Halloween??!!"...there is no "Good morning mommy, I love you with all of my heart"...oh no, it's all about Halloween....

I made the mistake of talking about mountains today...now we are doomed to spend Halloween in the mountains, I know it...hahaha...

He loves talking on the phone right now, but still doesn't understand that the person on the other end of the phone can't physically see what he is showing them, no matter how close he holds the object to the phone...and woowee, does he get mad when you don't see what he is showing you...its best for everyone, if you are ever talking to him, to just pretend you see what he is showing you...or rather, it's best for me...that's right, i'm being selfish, haha...

Have to make this a short, informative post as I must get my monkey into bed...and figure out a way to create a mountain landscape in my living room...the things to I do to keep my sanity!!

Rule breaker

Whoops!!!

So, in my house, we see a bug intruding in our party - we squish it...that's how we roll. 

I picked Nolan up from 'Tay tare"...also known as DayCare to those of you that do not speak toddler...upon picking him up, his 'helper' asked Nolan to tell me what he did to the ladybug today..."oh god - please do not let my child have done something wrong to this poor bug - please do not say he has chosen to stick the bug in some body cavity...or rather another child's body cavity..please please please!!!!"...."Mommy, I smish the ladybug...crunch....flat...stuck on my ssshhhhandal, icky!!"..."THANK YOU GOD!!!!, I owe ya one big guy!!!!"...

Apparently I take my child to a bug friendly TayTare...Nolan was supposed to put the bug in the bucket and nicely escort it back outside...

ATTENTION BUGS: DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT VENTURE CLOSE TO MY HOUSE...YOU WILL GET 'SMISHED' - REGARDLESS OF WHAT THOSE TAYTARE PEOPLE SAY!!!

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home... or consider yourself warned!!  You will be smished!!!

Once again...My dearest Nolan;

My darling son,

I want to begin by saying thank you for helping me dust...I know how much you love to squirt the can of  dust spray...I'm glad that you are finally taking an interest in cleaning...now only if you understood that you are in fact cleaning...

However, when armed with the dust spray, this does not entitle you spray anything and everything you come in contact with...namely the linoleum floor, and not tell me.  I found out alright - with my arms full of what was once folded laundry, walking down the hallway...

Again, I love you dearly, and really appreciate the help that you are offering...but please stop. Mommy's ass bone will never be the same following the wipe out I took on the Swiffer Dust & Shine...

love always,

your mommy - who is now in search of the Lightning McQueen ice pack

WANTED

WANTED

One cleaning fairy, can be male or female (I don't care)

MUST love cleaning, and laundry

Loving kids that walk around repeating Diego would be a benefit (the benefit being to my patience)

Must be spry, as the little punk can be quick and sneaky when it comes to doing things he hates (cleaning, listening, picking up after himself...allowing mommy ONE minute of privacy)

MUST love to pee with the door open (hence the one minute of privacy...)

All interested parties - well, you know where to apply...either that, or just listen out your window...tonight is bath night...just follow the screaming.

It's Friday!!

Friday's are cause for celebration in my house...Nolan and I survived another week...together...hahaha

I hope your Friday is great, and your weekend is even better!!

It's official...

I'm getting old...dammit. 

Last night was the make up/benefit concert for BVJ 2009/Donna Moore (thanks mama and papa bear for the tickets - thanks for travelling the world, so Brittany and I could go!!  Love you, see you when you get home!)...and i'm exhausted and deaf, but had a blast! (Thanks Tash for watching my baby ninja while I enjoyed a night out!! Love you!)

The night had its somber moments...opening with a fiddle playing 'Amazing Grace' in honor of the lost life.  There were moments of silence to be had, as well a party atmosphere to be created...Both Rexall Place and Ticketmaster came through for the celebration of life last night, as they both donated their services...Rexall donated the building for free, and Tickemaster waived all of the usual fees that you would incur with getting tickets through them...and we all know how lovely those service charges are!

The estimate thus far is that over $20,000 was raised for the Donna Moore Trust Fund last night to benefit her two boys.

Tim McGraw was fantastic as usual...playing hit after hit, letting the fans scream out the lyrics.  I have to say, in all of the shows that I have attended, Tim McGraw was the most 'fan friendly'...Performing on a round stage, he made sure he touched hands with every single person that stood at the fence to shake his hand...no matter if he had to wait for you to arrive as you were a slow walker or not...he waited, touched hands (hello Swine Flu epidemic people!!  hahaha...i'd be bathing in hand sanitizer if I were him, haha), and continued on performing...

All in all...a great night!

Dearest Son;

My dearest Nolan...

I am writing this to you as I feel as though it is a benefit to your health...and perhaps well being....If I hear the words "reach me" one more time, mommy is going to go postal...You are a 40lbs + child, I cannot carry you everywhere!! If you continue with this, I will be tempted to leave you with the neighbors...they seem like friendly enough people...you are cute, and can be good, when you wish, so I am certain they will make you a nice home...

Also, when I am on the phone, it does not mean that you should scream louder, just so the person on the other end of the phone assumes that I am slowly and painfully torturing you...it doesn't work that way...I will remember this, and when you are on the phone with your girlfriend, I will stand at your feet and scream "REACH ME"...Perhaps then you will realize the annoyance...Please keep in mind that I love you dearly, I am solely writing this for your benefit...

When I say "Please do not jump on the couch", I am beginning to wonder that if in toddler language, that truly means "please jump as high as possible...that's it, reach for the ceiling!!, atta boy!!..." as that seems to be the result of my warning...I do not tell you this to cramp your style, but rather as I do not want to take a screaming toddler into the hospital for a broken ankle...remember how much you hate the hospital??...it will be worse if you continue your behavior...trust me!

Dearest son, when mommy's patience level is at the point where it is as of late, perhaps you should take it upon yourself to play nicely...or just not scream in my face...I'm just sayin...

It is my strong suggestion that you take this letter to heart...it will benefit us both...

Love always,
Mommy

Fashion Forward Dinosaur

Let me start by saying that as many frustrating times, or times that I get angry or lose my patience with Nolan, there are far more times that we laugh until our tummy's hurt...like the time he had gas (it must be a mom thing to find this funny, as 5 years ago, I would have found it disgusting, haha), and every step he took, he tooted, and would double over in laughter...

Anyways, whenever there is silence in my house, I worry...noise means movement, movement = breathing....sounds bizarre, I know, but if you aren't a parent already, just wait..you too will follow the breathing = noise theory.  Just as I finished doing the dishes, Nolan was supposed to be getting ready for bed, I heard...clomp...clomp...clomp...raaaaaa..silence...clomp...clomp...clomp...raaaaaaaa...silence...Now I really wonder what the heck is going on.  I peeked my head down the hallway - Nolan has all of his stuffed animals lined up against the wall, acting as a dinosaur...wearing my high heels. "Mommy, I dinosaur!! RAAAAAAAA"...

A perfect example of how he makes me tummy hurt by laughing...

I must get some work done...my dinosaur has good, but yet expensive taste in shoes!

Here we are...

Hi!

So, here we are...my first post...I'm new to this whole 'blogging' world, so you will have to have patience with me as I learn!

Where to begin...well, how about the beginning...

I am a single mom to a rambunctious, active, busy three year old boy...he keeps me on the move, usually by cleaning up after his messes...sigh...oh well! Is it weird or wrong to say that I truly didn't think I would be able to love the little monster more and more everyday??!..because I do...he makes me thankful for the little things in life.

Hmm, what else...like I said, I am new to this whole thing, so be patient!

Hahaha, I have thought so much about writing a blog, and had all of these great ideas, and now...nothing...figures!

Well, lemme ponder this, and I will be back...I hope you are too!