Active Volcanoes

Sometimes Little Man and I play a game of sorts where we try to one-up each  other. For example, I’ll tell him that I want to hug him so hard his eyes pop out. And he’ll counter that with, “Well, I want to hug you so hard that your intestines come out of your mouth.”

Yes, he usually wins.

And, yes, we’re dorks.

We typically deadpan our comments to each other, which can make things more interesting if we’re out in public. If you were the casual observer and overheard some our conversations, then you’d probably be a bit shocked. You might even be tempted to call CPS, and you’d most definitely shoot a look of disgust at us. (Can you tell that we’ve been there and done that last part a few times?) For the sake of not having dirty looks shot at my blog, I’ll leave those conversations out for now.

Today’s doodle shows our most recent one-up exchange. This one won’t appall you and is rather sappy, but he one-ups me all the same.

He definitely wins. And he didn’t even make a comment about Anakin’s face burning off in the lava, which was surprising since that comes up more often than it probably should.

Is there anything that causes people to give you odd looks when you’re out?

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Mother’s Day Part One

I hope everyone had a nice, relaxing Mother’s Day yesterday (or a nice Sunday). My husband cooked me some of my favorite things (steak and bacon), plus ran a bubble bath for me and took the kids out of the house so I could enjoy it in peace, so I was a happy girl.

My family got me a few presents for Mother’s Day yesterday. One present has yet to be delivered, but my husband showed me a picture (so it counts) — an air fryer. This is cool because a) we can enjoy fried foods for less calories and b) I won’t risk burning the house down again trying to fry stuff. (There will definitely be a post for this one soon.) I was also given a gift made by Little Man that will get a post all of its own. And then there was an awesome gift that made me geek out — an R2-D2 measuring cup set.

The set looks exactly like an R2-D2 toy while assembled.

It comes apart into measuring cups and measuring spoons of varying sizes. Rather than attempt to draw a butchered looking R2-D2, you can view the real deal here.

I had barely taken R2-D2 out of the gift bag when the kids began clamoring over who would get to hold him first. Because obviously, the recipient of the Mother’s Day gift wouldn’t have dibs. And when they realized that he comes apart, well, all hell broke loose.

Apparently my kids’ arms do the Stretch Armstrong thing when they’re fighting over something.

Thanks, guys.

The next time my husband and I do any gift giving, we’ll have to make sure we give the non-boring gifts in private.

As a little bonus, I’m going to close this with a doodle from Little Man. He saw me drawing the R2-D2 and drew C-3P0 on his tablet to go with this.

How was your weekend?

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Happy Mother’s Day, Indeed

As much as I joke around about the kids’ clinginess and stuff, Little Man and Baby Girl really have a love for me that just blows my mind at times. I could do a post about Mother’s Day expectations vs. reality or one about the shenanigans my kids have been up to today, but I’ll save those for later and focus on the sweet stuff.

Little Man is a total mama’s boy. Always has been and, hopefully, always will be.

All. Nine. Realms. I want that on my tombstone.

And now for the toddler…

Yesterday I asked Baby Girl if she knew what tomorrow was, and she asked if it were a school day. I told her that it’s not (and won’t be for another three months — it’s going to break her heart when it sinks in that there is no more preschool for that long), but that it was going to be Mother’s Day.

“It gonna be Mudder’s Day?” she asked.

“Yep.”

She wrapped her arms around me and said, “You the best mudder I could have.” I didn’t think she had an inkling what Mother’s Day is, so to hear all that made my heart extra melty.

Yeah, poor Daddy.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas and to anyone else who fills that role.

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The Science Of Clinginess

We all know that there is a direct correlation between phone calls and the loudness level of kids. The more important the phone call — such as test results from the doctor — the louder the squeals and demands for snacks or drinks right now become. Unfortunately, such correlations exist in other areas as well.

You can also see this post for proof of this.

See, it’s all their fault that Clothes Mountain exists.

The only way I can get any business done — whether it’s business or bathing — in private is for the house to be empty.

There are many other examples. Maybe one day I’ll doodle them when I’m trying to take the lazy way out with doodles. (And if you have any good ones, write them below and I’ll doodle those, too, which means double doodling laziness.)

Oh, and since the first one applies right now (hello, sinus crud and chest cold crud), getting this post completed was difficult. Plus I was trying to do something, which means double trouble. At the time this post was being written, Baby Girl was having a fit for me to talk to Siri. The more I tried to concentrate on writing/doodling, the more important it became for me to talk to Siri like Darth Vader.

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Like Moths To A Flame

As promised, I’m going to post about the stomach bug that made its way through our house. Aside from sleep or a Star Wars marathon, nothing good happens between the hours of midnight and six in the morning — not in my over 30 world, anyway. As such, I’m going to skip over certain details and mainly talk about my kids.

To get started, here’s an idea of how I looked last Tuesday after the late night festivities.

That’s not someone you’d want to be hanging out with, is it? No, that’s someone you’d want to send a text saying, “Hope you feel better, and stay the hell away.”

That’s how most people would act. Maybe a spouse would poke his head in and ask if I wanted a drink of water or something. Or maybe he wouldn’t and get on my shit list, cough.

As you’ve likely already gathered, my children aren’t most people.

The kids were told to stay out of my room, but nothing makes them want me more than a) being on the phone or b) being sick. It sounds like Baby Girl is trying to break the door down when my husband locks it, and Little Man will grab his library card and push it between the door frame and the lock to open the door. They both have their reasons for wanting to get to me, though — very different reasons.

Remember Baby Girl’s obsession with the doctor? She loves going, and when she knows someone isn’t feeling well, she becomes very opportunistic.

I had to break it to her that, no, I wasn’t going to the doctor. “This is a virus; we don’t go to the doctor for viruses.” Not the 24-hour type, anyway.

“We go to the doctor and get you a band-aid! And a shot! And she listen to your heart with the stethoscope!”

“No.”

“We get an ambulance and go to the hospital and see doctor there?” One last shot.

“No.”

And then she largely lost interest in me.

Now for Little Man.

Little Man is a very empathetic child — he can’t stand it when I’m not feeling well and is very protective and will fawn over me. He’ll take it upon himself to bring in a trash bag to throw up in, a cold drink, and a snack, and offer to turn on my favorite TV show. He makes my heart melt with his thoughtfulness, and he’s been this way as long as I can remember.

It’s hard to say “no” to that. I gave in to a quick cuddle, explaining that I didn’t want him to get sick, too. That brief cuddle was enough, though, since the next night, this happened —

He was fine at first, but a few hours later, I heard, “Mommy, I feel like…” and then the poor kiddo puked everywhere. He happened to be lying between my husband and me in the bed when it happened, so my husband woke up to less-than-pleasant circumstances.

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#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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Life Goals #2

The past couple of days have been rough. I’ll post more later (plus a doodle that may or may not make you lose your lunch; I haven’t decided yet), but let’s just say that the sickness has hit the Dorky household yet again. New month, same problems — stomach bugs and colds.

So as not to go four days without a new post, I’m going to use this Life Goals post that I drew a while back and have been saving. (You can read Life Goals #1 here, if you’d like.)

Let me add “Dishes Mountain, Toys Mountain, and Puke Clothes Mountain” to that. Okay, maybe Puke Clothes Mountain falls under Clothes Mountain, but trust me when I say that it has earned its own category.

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