Another Reason Why I'm a Bad Mom

Griffin is sitting in his "thinking chair," crying for Santa to come rescue him.

Crafty McCraftersons

On Monday, Griffin attended a special art class at his preschool...


He made everything in one hour and fifteen minutes. His teachers, I swear, must be relatives of Super Woman. Geesh.

In other family news... Bye, bye Turkey Pillows...


Hello Festivus Pillows!

I finally got them all done yesterday, but didn't take the picture until today. And did you notice the snow? Gah. We're not use to this in Kansas. People are driving like idiots. Geesh.

Although the weather outside is frightful...

Inside is so delightful... doncha love my new rosemary plant? And the other view of the snow?

Okay, I'm gonna go cozy up to my children now. Its cold in here. And I'm all twitty and being happy.

Festivus

Dear Lego,

Although I greatly appreciate your efforts in creating a non-Christian Advent calendar for all of us who celebrate the Roman heathens' wintertime celebration, is it necessary to give us an escaped convict?




Or, worse yet, a jewel-thief escaped convict?



Because, seriously, just because I'm not Christian, doesn't mean these are the values I want to teach my children.

Overheard at My House

Griffin: Who dat?

Me: On the radio?

Griffin: Yeah, who dat band?

Me: Oh, what is their name... I have one of their CDs from the 90s...

Griffin: I know who it is!

Me: You do?

Griffin: Yeah, Its "Stupid Taco and Daddy."

Me: First of all, we do not say "stupid"; second of all, that is not the name of the band. It is... Fountains of Wayne.

Griffin: Found Trains of Wayne?

Me: Fountains of Wayne.

Griffin: Found Trains of Wayne?

Me: Yes.

Silence.

Griffin: "Stupid Taco and Daddy" is a much better name.

And It Keeps Getting BETTER!

Got the call from the allergist today... Griffin's test results are in and - surprise! - he's allergic to stuff too...

Mold
Cats
Dogs
Dairy
Eggs
Wheat
Peanuts
... and a few others.

ITS JUST A BIG PARTY UP IN HERRE.

WTF?

I can make a post, but I can't view my blog... WTF?

Damn You Trident!

This evening as I was making dinner, I started having bad abdominal craps. So bad, I couldn't even stand up straight. Then I started having breathing problems...

"Holy Shit! I must have had something with wheat it in, but what?" I thought to myself. I thought about it over and over, and realized that I had a piece of gum about two hours earlier.

Now, I've read that chewing gum may have a dusting on it to keep it from sticking to the wrapper and that dusting may contain wheat; I've also read that the FDA doesn't require it to be listed on the ingredient list. However, this afternoon, I forgot.

Hello, FDA? DO YOUR FUCKING JOB. I know you're all concerned about passing new and exciting antibiotics to make animals age quickly, approving patents on plants to be better resistant to insects that are part of the cycle of life, and padding your pockets from corporate farms and helping to drone out small family farms; but could you enforce the guidelines you have set out? What if I was so allergic that I immediately passed out dead? It should be mandatory that anything touching the food that we eat should be listed on the wrapper, even if said item was on the food, not in the food. Also? Every food should be required to use the label of "Manufactured in a plant that also produces..."

Now, excuse me while I run upstairs to use the bathroom again...

Festivus

So, tonight was our second night of using the Advent calendar. Turns out Lego is all jazzed about fire this year...

Who knew that my red armoire would help the blazin' aspect so much? Mr. Firefighter, do your duty...


In other family news, here's an excellent shot of the difference in Darwin's eye (see early October posts for all the drama with that situation). It was taken right before bed, so the eyelid is a little more droopy that usual. But it is pretty damn open, pretty damn centered and not dilating for shit. But hey! At least strangers don't comment on it or look at him differently anymore!

My New Pretties

Ahh... my new fabric I order Sunday was delivered today. Now I can make new pillowcases for the holiday season for the living room.

I have one yard of the green stripe, and two-thirds of a yard of each of the red flower and paisley.

Now, my new dilemma is this -- how should I make the pillowcases? (I make 20" squares, with velcroed pockets in the back; each pillow uses about 19" of the full length for each pillow)

Do I make one pillow of each material and leave it at that? Or do I hodgepodge them together to make something new and exciting?

Oh, the dilemmas...

Festivus

Disclaimer: Instead of writing the Universe a bitch-out letter (which is what I really want to do after finding out that YES, Griffin needs Occupational Therapy for Sensory Integration Disorder and YES, it is severe, and that - surprise! - for once I'm not bat-shit crazy, but still really pissed off at the situation), I have decided to try a go at creating good karma. So...


An Advent Calendar for Non-Christians (because we all need to celebrate The Creationism that is Constructionism)... Actually, I am open-minded enough to have an Advent Calendar with Santas, trees and other holiday paraphernalia; I just thought it would be a good idea to let a three-year old pick out which calendar he wanted to do. So this year, to get us in the holiday spirit, we will be constructing constructions workers, buildings and forklifts. HapHapHappy Holidays! (Actually, I am rather disappointed I will not be getting to make pretty sparkly snowflakes and polar bears. Construction workers? WTF?)


For December First...

Yes. That would be a firefighter. To remind you to turn off your Holiday Tree lights, lest you want a visit from him.

As for the other child...

Darwin's getting to be a wee too much clever for his age.

Aaron? You can come home from that business trip. NOW.