Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Mess of the Day

That VCR tape contained priceless memories of my childhood. Bye bye memories. *sniff*

Monday, September 14, 2009

Goodbye Jello Salad..Hello 80s

The demise of the Jello Salad? About a year ago I was at a potluck for my grandparent's 60th Wedding Anniversary. Of course, the green jiggly salad made an appearance, and I thought to myself "it's days are numbered." I mean how many people under the age of 50 do you know that bring Jello salad to a party? I personally don't know anyone. How many people under the age of 30 do you know who LIKE Jello Salad? I'm gonna go with "very few" as my answer. Jello I like. Jello with fruit in it fine. But leave out the cottage cheese. I like cottage cheese, but not with my jello.

Besides, how many people even own Jello Molds anymore? I think by the time my generation is old the Jello Salad will be extinct. Or maybe, all of our teeth will fall out, because of the soda we drink and we'll have to bring it back....old school style. Kinda like how people are bringing back the hideous fashions of the 80s, and acting like it's awesome. Ummm no. It was ugly then, and it's still ugly. Skinny jeans only look good on people who are toothpick size. Puffy sleeves. Don't look good at all. Side ponytails...mistake. I promise one day you will look back and say "oh boy check out that sweet side ponytail." I know, because I have pictures like that from my childhood.

Wait A Minute...

I thought the terrible twos were supposed to be ending, and the "cute as a button threes" would start! Not that my son isn't cute. He can be very charming, and says the most adorable things. For instance, the other day he came into the bathroom, where his sister was crawling around and grabbed hold of her bum and started shaking it back and forth going "shakin' you booty...shakin' you booty." SO freakin' cute!

But he's also entering this phase where he is so bossy. He will come in and say "mom clean up this mess." Or my favorite is when my husband and I are having a loud discussion, he says "calm down (Mommy or Daddy)." Or in his more desperate moments he tells us to "shut up." Great.

The worst is his new found burst of independence. He has to do EVERYTHING by himself or a meltdown of epic proportions ensues. Just try telling him he can't slice his own apple, and he falls to the floor in a hissy fit. The frustrating part of this is that I do allow him to do more things, but of course it takes him longer to make a peanut butter sandwich than it takes me. With 5 times the mess.

But he can be heartbreakingly sweet too. His vocabulary and speech are coming along so nicely. Each day he comes up with new words, but my favorites are always "I love you mommy."