#WeekendCoffeeShare: Coke, Hobbies, and School

If we were having coffee today, I’d have an assortment to offer you. Walmart had 3-packs for a buck, so I got a bunch of different varieties for my husband to try. (I’ve given up on finding a coffee that I like enough to drink on the reg myself.) I also have over a dozen cupcakes leftover from the soccer banquet, plus cinnamon rolls from the bakery. They were all purchased on Monday, but the date’s still good, so have at it.

At the mention of all of the baked goods lasting the week, you might give me the side eye and wonder how they survived to the weekend. I could chalk it up to having a stomach bug and a cold, but I did something crazy last week — I stopped drinking Coke. (I’ve had one two in the past 10 12 days, down from the 3-4 cans plus a fountain Coke that I’d been having per day. Hides face in shame.) Headaches happened of course, but I noticed something on the days where I do have an appetite — my sweet cravings have decreased a lot. As such, we have treats to offer guests who would risk their health by visiting us.

We’d toast to my greatly reduced Coke drinking habit and then talk about life stuff.

So…life stuff.

Baby Girl has asked to use the potty once per day this week. Usually when we’re away from home, because she prefers using other people’s toilets. (THIS IS SO NOT MY CHILD. You don’t want to know the risk I’ll take just to get to my own toilet.) But she’s asking to go, so that’s something. Plus she’s asking when she’s in the tub, so she’s not peeing/pooping on me anymore. Yay! I’m going to take a week early on in the summer and put her in underwear and try to get her fully trained. She’s incredibly strong-willed, but I’m hoping that if I take off the pull-ups and stick her in underwear that she’ll go with it after getting wet a few times.

I’ve been working on a few orders over the weekend — two necklace orders and a couple of decal orders. Before April, I was making decals for shirts/mugs/projects, pendant necklaces, and more to sell to make a little money on the side. That was going pretty well, but I didn’t promote that at all in April, so I only had a couple orders that month, plus I made stuff for different family members for their birthday gifts. Hopefully I’ll get the ball rolling again in May (or at least learn how to screen print something).

I’d also tell you that I’m trying to work out something to do for our wedding anniversary. My husband took me to Charleston last year and had everything planned out, so I’m trying to come up with something for this year. So far I’ve thought about driving to Niagara Falls, but that’s an 11 hour drive from South Carolina, and I don’t think he’d like driving that much in 2 days. And then I thought about going to Scranton, Pennsylvania since we’re both The Office superfans, but that is also a heck of a drive. Hmm…

Then I’d comment on how I can’t believe school is almost out — Baby Girl’s last day is Thursday and Little Man’s last day is in about two and a half weeks. My toddler will be two years away from starting kindergarten and my son will be two years from starting middle school, which is just crazy to think about!

That’s all I’ve got for today. How was your week?

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#AtoZChallenge: Y is for Yellowstone Park

Have you heard of the super volcano that’s going to erupt and end the world?

I have, courtesy of my 9-year-old.

The boy came home from school one day convinced that the super volcano underneath Yellowstone was going to erupt soon and when it did everyone on Earth would be dead within minutes. Everyone in the United States would be dead within seconds. And he was gonna kick back and watch it all happen, because, “it’s the end of the world — you can’t do anything about that.”

Thanks, Little Man — as if I didn’t have enough to be anxious about already.

After much fact checking, my husband and I thought we had convinced Little Man that while a super volcano erupting would indeed be catastrophic, it wouldn’t be the extinction event he was picturing. Nor is it likely. At all. We discovered tonight that our conversation didn’t really take hold, though.

At a cookout this evening, the end-of-the-world event came up. Nothing like birthday cake and mass death, right? Little Man asked his cousins if they knew about the super volcano at Yellowstone that could kill every body on Earth in seconds. They didn’t, and interestingly enough, there was no moment of panic from either boy. They went back and forth discussing ideas on how to save the world, and then had their cake. When I was that age, there wasn’t much on my mind beyond Teenage Ninja Turtles and The Baby-Sitters Club, and here these kids are talking about how to pull a Bruce Willis and prevent Armageddon 2  during a family get-together. Kids today and all that, amirite?

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My Favorite Toy

Ever since we grew our family by having Baby Girl, I’ve learned a few things. For one, I learned that there is no age limit on riding in those little Coupe cars (or other ride-on toys) intended for toddlers. If you can fit, you can attempt to ride, even if you’re 9 years old and your knees are up to your chin. (Yes, there is probably a call to the fire department to extract a child from a plastic car in our future.) Another thing I’ve learned is that you’re never too old to eat puffs (those fruit flavored cereal snacks for the babies old enough to crawl). Judging by how quickly Little Man would down these things, apparently they are akin to manna from heaven.

And I’ve also learned that nothing makes a toy more appealing than a sibling showing the least bit of interest in it.

Sigh.

Can y’all relate?

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I’m Dorky And I Know It

As you may have gathered from the title of this blog, the dork runs strong in me, and the rest of my family is no exception. My son once asked when he was going to get his nerd card, and my daughter came out of the womb with a Batman obsession. Dorky, among other things, is what we are, and we embrace it. 

Sometimes we embrace our inner dorks by changing the lyrics the popular songs. “Let It Go” becomes “Let Her Fart” (thanks, Little Man), “Summer Nights” became a song about Baby Girl’s bowel movements, and “Can’t Stop The Feeling” also became a song about flatulence. “My Heart Will Go On”…well, I probably don’t need to explain. (And apparently we all have the sense of humor of eleven year olds.)

Last week Little Man and I were making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were having a lazy dinner night, and the kids wanted PB&Js, which is perfect for lazy dinners, lunches, and pretty much everything. While making the sandwiches, I commented to Little Man that he and Baby Girl were certainly “all about that peanut butter.” And they are. Outside of pizza day at school, I can count the number of times LM has requested something other than PB&J for lunch on one hand, and BG loves peanut butter so much that she’ll eat at it straight from the jar.

“Yeah, we sure are,” he responded.

And then this was born:

Little Man suggested recording a video to put on YouTube, but I opted out. My singing abilities probably shouldn’t be showcased anywhere other than in doodled format. 

What songs do you like to change up for fun?

I got some cool news this morning — my Five Stages Of Dealing With Your Kids’ Carseats doodle will appear on Scary Mommy next Monday (if nothing changes scheduling wise). I’m excited about that. The text part of the post will be a bit more fleshed out, so I’ll post a link when it’s up next week.

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#WeekendCoffeeShare: GWL, Soccer, and Laziness


If we were having coffee, I’d fess up and tell you that I don’t really drink coffee. I’ve tried. Oh, how I’ve tried. You see, people who were/are a) English majors (now you’ll feel obligated to look for every typo/grammar error since I’ve mentioned that), b) teachers or c) parents are pretty much required to have a coffee dependency. And I don’t. I’ve tried to make myself like it, and found one thing that I could tolerate that was a step above hot chocolate with lots of creamer, but otherwise, I just can’t.

So, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that what’s really in my cup is Coke or possibly sweet tea. Maybe even hot chocolate if I’m in the mood for a warm drink, which I don’t usually go for. You’ll probably look at me like I’m all weird (or maybe you’ll be one of those people who also dislikes coffee and raise your fist in a show of solidarity), but you’ll shrug it off since it’s not the weirdest thing about me and move on to asking where my sweets are.

Sadly, there are no sweets.

When we went to the Great Wolf Lodge this week, we only bought enough groceries to get us through Tuesday, and we haven’t been to the store since getting home. My refrigerator is bare, y’all. I have pickles, eggs, juice that none of us like but I don’t want to throw it out because it’d be wasteful, an old head of lettuce, an almost empty gallon of milk, and various condiments. So, if you want a wilty condiments salad, then I’m your girl, but otherwise, you might wanna bring some food.

Back to my week. First, the Great Wolf Lodge was fun. I didn’t show any skin that ddn’t need to be shown, we didn’t lose either of the kids, and we all had fun. I’ll toot my own horn for a second and tell you about getting the high score on the Flappy Bird game at the arcade and winning enough tickets to get Baby Girl a big Peppa Pig stuffie. I was again labeled “coolest mom ever” by Little Man, and since he’s rapidly approaching the tween years, I don’t hear that designation as much as I used to, so that was sweet.

The remainder of the week was spent doing as little as possible. We stayed home on Friday evening and I made a special St. Patrick’s Day breakfast for the kids with all the green food dye and sugar.


Saturday was spent at Little Man’s soccer game, doing some very light cleaning, and having a date night. (We went out, had dinner, and did some shopping for new bras that woudln’t impale me.) As for today — it looks like we’ll be having a lazy Sunday. We really, really need groceries, but I also don’t want to leave the comfort of my fleece pajama bottoms. I anticipate ordering a pizza, grabbing a few things from the Dollar General, and kicking back the rest of the day watching some basketball games. (Go Cocks and Shockers!)

Now that I’m finished going on and on, I’ll ask you to tell me about your week. Anything fun/interesting going on?

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Netflix Zombies

As new parents might expect, having a little one changes things quite a bit. Well, quite a lot, since there’s the matter of there being a new human in the home who is completely dependent on you. And that child is basically a puke-diarrhea-pee factory who is also the most precious thing on the face of the earth — so you might not mind too much when some of those bodily fluids land on you, or in your mouth (all three categories, both kids — pretty sure a FML was appropriate).

Pre-kids, my husband and I had so much fun together. Sometimes we’d go away for the weekend, but mostly we had our fun hanging out, having deep talks, playing softball, playing chess and card games or video games, having some drinks, and going to football games (and having even more drinks). Typical newlyweds-without-kids stuff.

Now things are different. I know we could still do all of those things. Maybe not the drinking on a regular basis (well, definitely not, because hitting 30 apparently means you get all the heartburn galore from a single drink), but the chess and card games and video games — sure, we could. But we usually don’t. When 10:00 comes, and the last kid is finally down for the night (or, in the case of the toddler, for a few hours), we’ve got about an hour and a half together before my husband lies down. That time is usually spent zoning out to TV because we’re just so damn tired. We do have our dates nights, but half of those are spent getting pizza and watching something on Netflix because, again, tired.

This will change as the kids get older and more independent, but for now, that’s life, and you’ve gotta find the funny in life.

And that brings us to today’s doodle —

Can y’all relate?

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