tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86506840568663760052024-03-14T01:39:05.696-04:00Things I've Learned......and other random musings from a single Mom, social media addict and Graphic Designer.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-18582787600797482562012-07-16T11:05:00.001-04:002012-07-16T11:05:17.522-04:00From the Mouths of Boys<br />
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Woman to Mr 4: You have the longest, most beautiful eyelashes I have ever seen!<br />
Emmett: Ya, I know that, that's what everyone says.<br />
Me from across the way: Emmett, just say thank you!!<br />
Note: Work on gracious thank you manners.<br />
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Mr 4: Mommy, I love you more than.... No Frills!<br />
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Mr 4 was counting. One Mister Sippy... Two Mister Sippy... Three Mister Sippy... Four... Etc.<br />
--Ha. Mississippi, silly.<br />
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Mr 7: Mom?<br />
--Yes?<br />
Mr 7: Are they finished building Toronto yet?<br />
--No. Why?<br />
Mr 7: Cause it looks full and if they keep building I think everything will fall down.<br />
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Mr 7: If it weren't for you, Mom, I'd be living in Hollywood!<br />
--huh?<br />
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Mr 7: Mommy! The cops are coming and if they catch up to you, they're going to give you a ticket!<br />
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Mr 4: Mommy I love you more than....pop floats!<br />
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No boys, I really don't think that boy's name is Germy. I'm pretty sure his Mom named him Jeremy. Can we stop debating this now?<br />
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Mr 7: I want to get a tattoo with a skull and 'abomination' written underneath.<br />
Dude, you're 7. No way.<br />
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Mr 4: We live in Oh Canada, right Mommy?<br />
--No, it's just Canada.<br />
Mr 4: But we sing "Oh Canada, our home and natured land..."<br />
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Mr 4 insists our car is a Toy Yoda.<br />
--Yep. Sounds way cooler!<br />LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-10635663317971885062012-07-16T10:55:00.001-04:002012-07-16T10:55:11.464-04:00Random Musings<br />
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Did you know it takes about 30 seconds to nicely toast marshmallows on a gas stove!? Did you know I have a major sweet tooth?<br />
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Pulling 50 extra pounds of non-stop jabbering 4yo behind you on your bike counts both at a physical and mental workout!!<br />
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Truth be told, sitting around in your work out clothes does not actually count as working out. Sadly.<br />
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Pulling all your beach crap across the sand in a sled is brilliant and people look at you like you've just unlocked the Caramilk secret!<br />
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Falling off your scooter while trying to keep up with kids at the park will produce a bit of a cool 'war wound'. Already got a "oh cool" after saying how I got this hideous gash! Small consolation.<br />
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Telling your 7yo that he's going to a week of video game camp and watching his face light up like Times Square is kinda fun. In a mean "Mom that's NOT funny" way.<br />
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I spend way too much time choosing event colours on my Google calendar so it looks pretty. Once a design nerd, always a design nerd!<br />
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After a sweaty ride up the escarpment I was making up delirious metaphors. The best hills are the ones you don't realize you're climbing.<br />
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Those social readers that track what you/friends read are entertaining. Heh. Really, huh? Reading 5 articles the Huffington Post Divorce site the same month you got married. Research?<br />
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If you try on a pair of shoes 3 times over a month. You should definitely buy them! Finally.<br />
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Paid $5 for a quart of local strawberries... and then ate them all myself. Just because.<br />LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-76158464516955601332012-06-05T12:00:00.003-04:002012-06-05T12:00:53.756-04:00From the Mouths of Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Apparently I “Scared the Jesus” out of my 4yo. Didn't even know he was in there!<br />
He keeps saying it all the time. Ha.<br />
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My 7yo asked me if the Muppets were in Black and White when I was little. Oy. And were the movies I watch acted out on a stage? Oh man.<br />
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Some of you may know the bathroom expression going to “drop the kids at the pool”... very popular with the boys. Mr 4 had an upset stomach one day and proclaimed he dropped 2 cannons off at the pool. BOOM!<br />
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We love to play “I love you more than...” Mr 4: I love you more than chocolate cake with iPhones on top.<br />
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />If you give a boy a new bike lock that he gets to choose the password using a 4 letter word.... how easy do you think it would be to guess it? FART it is.<br />
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Mr 4: All the time...<br />
Do you know why I love you? Because you give me ice cream.<br />
Do you know why I love you? Because you make my lunch.<br />
Do you know why I love you? Because you are beautiful.<br />
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Mr 7: When I grow up I'm gonna own a tattoo store. It's going to be called The Tattoo Soldiers. (Oy)<br />
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Mr 7: I’m gonna take showers from now on. I don’t like sitting in my own filth.<br />
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So glad it’s Summery out now. Now when Mr 4 asks (everyday) “Is it summer yet?” I can finally say “OMIGAWD, YES!!”LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-19067689287400266092012-06-05T11:53:00.000-04:002012-06-05T11:53:03.980-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned AKA: Bad BloggerOkay, this is crazy that I haven't posted since October. What are my excuses you ask? Well... um, not that I am uninspired but I seem to always need to do one more thing first and then there goes the day/week/month.... so bad. Not that I have a massive audience or anything (Hi!) but mostly I would love to have a record of all the funny things my kids say. It's daily. I really should be keeping better track. They make me laugh every day. Well mostly. Some days I want to tear my hair out but most days, funny kids.<br />
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This is me pledging to mark my calendar and write at least once every two weeks. I do copy down the funny things (sorta) which is why I can post a bunch at the same time... of course Twitter and Facebook get the best stuff as it happens. I guess I like instant gratification. <span style="background-color: yellow;">Guilty!!</span><br />
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What have I learned lately?<br />
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Lawn tools that plug in and are sharp are just a really bad idea for me.<br />
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I am most productive when I am my busiest. Not so busy... hello internet, wow I didn't know you could do that!! hey! Did you see this!?<br />
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I am sure every Mother would agree but how it it kids can be up so early on the weekends yet school days you need to wake them. It's only gong to get worse as they get older I'm sure.<br />
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All things in life... When it rains, it pours!<br />
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I started this blog and titles were 'Out of the mouth of a 4 year old' Now it's out of the Mouths of Boys... 4.5 and 7.5. Wow.<br />
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I may never catch up on my To Do list. Pinterest tells me that's ok.<br />
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<br />LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-2351382028983643582011-10-12T14:13:00.004-04:002011-10-13T01:10:05.695-04:00From the mouths of babes...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbnoRyKjcy4/TpZyk8-ci7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IkLqVYbmx88/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-13%2Bat%2B1.12.47%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbnoRyKjcy4/TpZyk8-ci7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IkLqVYbmx88/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-13%2Bat%2B1.12.47%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662839560633879474" /></a><br /><div>I guess I should change the title to ... mouths of BOYS. Now that I have an almost 7yo and Mr 3 is 4 now!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Again, so many notable things that happen at that moment go on Twitter or Facebook and to me are lost... I really need to keep writing again rather than sift through 17,600+ tweets and endless status updates!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 3: I love you more than chocolate cake with iPhones on top.</div><div><br /></div><div>You're a bad Mama to yourself but a good Mama to me! (This is when I take them to McD's or something and I say I'm a bad Mom for not cooking them a homemade meal or buying them another Slurpee)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Mr 6-This child-proof lid is really hard to open!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 3: I all done, I don't want to get fat. (Where does this stuff come from!? Not ME! Never.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Owen is currently starring as 'The Boy Who Cried 'Tooth!'. </div><div>"My tooth fell out!" I run over "No it didn't!" </div><div>Then "My tooth fall came out eating my apple! Ahhh, no it didn't! My tooth fell out into the bath!" </div><div>Really!? Gets Toonie ready..."Yes! Aaahh just joking!" </div><div>All day long. I'm pulling it out myself if he tries that tomorrow!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr3: You smell like a bunny. </div><div>Me: what does a bunny smell like? </div><div>Mr3: Chocolate!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 6-cool dudes don't throw garbage</div><div>Mr 4-I'm a bad dude</div><div>Mr 6-He's gonna be a robber when he grows up.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>First day of school, Mr 6 looking in the mirror: You're right Mommy, I do look good!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>First day of JK:</div><div>-What did you learn today in kindergarten?</div><div>-Mr 4-I learned we don't get lunch</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 4-Owen says you die when you get old!!!!!!</div><div>Mr 6-You realize Grandma is 100 and she's not dead. (Don't tell my Mom!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 4-I have 2 stomachs. One for food and one for dessert.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 4 as he watched his brother stub his toe on the table: 'Oooh that's gotta hurt'</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr 6: I call that hockey team the Pipsqeek Penguins.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Why are the lights on dim?</div><div>Mr 6: I like to pretend we're eating at a restaurant. They serve good meals here!</div><div>Me: You'd better tip your waitress well!</div><div><br /></div><div>Your 4yo that decides to have a sword fight with the guy on TV… happy. Mom not happy with scratched TV screen!</div><div><br /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-33893741564109466402011-10-12T14:08:00.004-04:002011-10-13T02:08:31.224-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<div>First of all can I say HOLY COW it's been a long long while. So much going on always and this space is completely neglected. Funny thing, instead of writing it down now, I Tweet it of make a Facebook status update about funny things that happen. And now you can download a history of Tweets and Facebook status updates... you know... or the grandkids one day! Someone asked if I could start writing again, that they missed my blog. Sweetest comment ever! I have a reader!! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I have learned so many things lately... especially with moving house, contractors, renovations etc. Sadly not really funny stuff. Let's keep it light, shall we??</div><div><br /></div><div>When you need to really get up at a certain time, not just 'before the school bell rings', it's best to set phone alarm & hide across room. Much more effective than it ending up under your pillow or in the hands of a certain 3yo downstairs. Tah dah! Good morning! (Yes I sleep with my Phone. Don't judge)</div><div><br /></div><div>Never attempt level 3 of a workout video when you are clearly not ready just because you're bored of the instructors level 2 outfit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Staying up till 3am weeknights makes for a grumpy morning Mama.</div><div><br /></div><div>Figured out how to make 5lbs feel like 1lb. Do first set with a 10lb one.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Aaahhh the joy of adding random things to my 'To Do' list just so I could cross them off. That's so much fun! Forget cheque for bank, check! Shop without list, check! Not do laundry, check! </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. Thanks Jane Porter!</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? If you Tweet late at night does anybody read?</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And it's late and I have work to do as usual but I posted... that's what counts, right?</div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-56041387423357835332010-12-19T15:40:00.006-05:002010-12-19T16:15:03.189-05:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TQ51jA5lgWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ogT5617txpY/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TQ51jA5lgWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ogT5617txpY/s320/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552504634991804770" /></a><br /><div>Put on my glasses (apparently my optometrist says I don't need anymore)... O laughed and said I looked weird. I think bookish and smrt!</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI: Don't fall asleep in bed with heated mattress pad with chocolate chips in your pocket!</div><div><br /></div><div>I may actually make more mess baking than I do painting... But that's actually debatable. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let the season of 'driving out of my way on a frigid cold day for full serve gas' begin! Last year it seemed I was filling up a lot. It was because I was only putting in gas till my hands got cold!! Never filled up!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Discovered 5yo has some awesome headphones and that singing along too loudly wakes sleeping children in the back seat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Was instructed we don't give Santa skim milk, we don't want him to get skinny. (If only that worked, says girls with fridge full of skim)</div><div><br /></div><div>Hate when I open the snow covered car and half the snow gets sucked into the car and all over my seat. Is there a name for that?</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI: Don't pop 4 horse-sized vitamins in your gob and think 'this is the day I'll swallow them with just one big chug of water.'</div><div><br /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-24609067472442112602010-12-19T15:21:00.003-05:002010-12-19T15:36:20.062-05:00From the mouths of babes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TQ5slKovqJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GyQp3D4W9Q0/s1600/IMG_1176.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TQ5slKovqJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GyQp3D4W9Q0/s400/IMG_1176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552494776360609938" /></a><br /><div>O (Mr6): I just pretended to be sick yesterday cause I wanted to go home.</div><div>-Hmmm. You may regret telling me that!</div><div><br /></div><div>E (Mr3)-My tummy says it don't want a carrot, it wants a cookie!</div><div><br /></div><div>O to E: I know Santa Claus' first name! Nick! </div><div><br /></div><div>O-How does Superman hide that big cape in his pants? Why is he wearing red girl boots? </div><div>-Ummm</div><div><br /></div><div>O-Arnold the clown started this place, right mommy? </div><div>-Um, that would be Ronald. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>-Hey, Mr Messy, clean up your toys.</div><div>E-I'm not Mr. Messy! I'm Emmett!</div><div><br /></div><div>O-I'm not going to high school! </div><div>-Why!? </div><div>I want to get a job!</div><div>-Where!? </div><div>At the grocery store! </div><div>-Why!? </div><div>Because I like apples! </div><div><br /></div><div>O- What was it like in the 70s?</div><div>-Um, that's when Mommy was a little girl! </div><div>I know! That's why I'm asking. Lots of farms??</div><div><br /></div><div>Panicking child in the bathroom... quick thinking Mom remembers the blue pancake consumption the last few days! </div><div>-It's oookaaay!</div><div><br /></div><div>E-What da heck!? Dats cool!</div><div><br /></div><div>O-Did you know ladies really like chocolate? you're a lady, you like it. You wouldn't be a lady if you didn't like it!</div><div><br /></div><div>O-(BDay boy)-Happy Birthday to me , I'm a hundred and three, I still go to preschool and I miss my Mommy. My Mommy's at work, she fired a jerk, she hired a monkey to do my homework.</div><div><br /></div><div>O, after taking a bite of his drumstick: that tastes like a dog's butt cheek!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr5 wants an iPhone, Mr3 wants an "iPop Touch phone"from Santa.</div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-82764211694383730302010-10-11T16:37:00.009-04:002010-10-14T01:23:01.245-04:00From the mouths of babes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TLN31SSXtPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6tk3U27ej8w/s1600/IMG_9929.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TLN31SSXtPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6tk3U27ej8w/s400/IMG_9929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526892925039391986" border="0" /></a><br />5yo: I think I'm part bat. I like the dark.<br /><br />Out shopping, to 5yo: Do you want to get this today? And maybe one of these?<br />O--I like how you talk today, Mommy!<br /><br />Passing skate park this morning, 5yo: Where are all the kids? Me: I guess they're still sleeping. 5yo: Cool kids are LAZY!!<br /><br />Picking boys up at sitter an 8yo boy says to me "Is Emmett your kid?" Uh, ya. "He's cute. He's even cuter than my brother." Hah. Thanks bud!<br /><br />Cleaning out the boy's ears.<br />Me: Digging for gold!<br />5yo: If you find gold then it's just a booger I stuck in there a long time ago. I want it.<br />Me: Ew!<br /><br />5yo: Hey! There's two of you when I cross my eyes!!<br /><br />5yo: What are you wondering Mommy?<br />Me: Why?<br />5yo: Because you look like you were in Wonderland.<br /><br />5yo: I've changed a lot because I say please and thank you now. (yay)<br /><br />Watch watch, I'm going to give myself wedgie!<br /><br />5yo still calls it a 'Demolition dervy'<br /><br />Me: What would you like for breakfast today?<br />3yo: I want candy for breakfast!<br />-How often will he say this and me say no! till he gets it? Persistent!<br /><br />OH from the other room: Smash! Bang! Crash!<br />Me: Whaaaat are you doing?!<br />5yo: Killing an earwig!<br />Me: Oh, okay. Carry on!<br /><br />Discussing what we are thankful for, 5yo: Thankful for my eyes, my head and my boogers... and you.<br />Um, thanks!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-36904264194839614722010-10-11T15:51:00.005-04:002010-10-14T01:20:56.672-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TLaS1TcVqhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ybw0ibXEcO8/s1600/photo.jpeg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TLaS1TcVqhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ybw0ibXEcO8/s400/photo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527767037093718546" border="0" /></a><br />• I've learned if you claim to have a blog you should make time to update it. Staying up till all hours working is no excuse! Sorry to the thousands of readers and my fans. (Haha. Hello you!)<br /><br />• A little sad that dressing funky retro 80's is fully for costume purposes only... yes, I still have my Howard Jones and Frankie Goes To Hollywood square pins!<br /><br />• 5 yr-old said that I should just put a mini fridge in his room so he can get his own juice in the morning & let me sleep. I am clearly raising brilliant children!<br /><br />• I sometimes wish I could take out my eyeballs and give them a good massage and invigorating bath of some sort.<br /><br />• Cleaning a bottle of purple nail polish off bathroom floor is not as fun as it sounds!!<br /><br />• Hard boiled eggs are a lot easier to clean up off the floor than regular ones... I'm taking a wild guess there.<br /><br />• It's really hard to use a pencil sharpener after applying hand cream... must invest in electric sharpener.<br /><br />• Tried the Dragon dictation App for my phone.<br />1st speaking test: "I think that it is a lovely day."<br />It typed up: I think they live in Milan freezing. (I'm just happy it was FREE!)<br /><br />• Why do I feel the need to use the reusable bags from a particular store when I go there? I go to a few different ones and have 18 bags last time I checked!!<br /><br />• Tip: When doing a kettle-bell exercise where there is swinging of weighs involved, do not do in front of TV... and hold on tight!<br /><br />• I've learned that you have to watch your 3 yr-old or else he can accidentally pull down your top and flash your entire family if you're not careful. Egads!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-83839010557998529812010-08-05T01:04:00.002-04:002010-08-05T01:30:58.846-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TFpMfNxEKsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mIJSToxvUbA/s1600/NYC.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TFpMfNxEKsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mIJSToxvUbA/s400/NYC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501793993941592770" border="0" /></a><br />• If you're going away for four days of big fun with bloggers, tweeters, events, parties, shopping, bright lights and the big city of NYC to an event called BlogHer, you should really UPDATE your blog. Welcome....<br /><br />• Try not get menthol in your eye when driving! Blind!<br /><br />• Tip o the day: when standing on blue box reaching overhead digging out wet crap from eaves, don't wear a v-neck shirt.<br /><br />• Maggots are disgusting. That is all.<br /><br />• Why is it when I use my 'not happy angry voice' at my boys, they just laugh at me?! Kinda hard to keep a 'mad face'.<br /><br />• Never attempt level 3 of a workout video when you are clearly not ready just because you're bored of the instructors level 2 outfit.<br /><br />• Discovered the joy of adding random things to 'To Do' list just so I could cross them off. That's so much fun! Forget cheque for bank, check! Shop without list, check! Not do laundry, check!<br /><br />• Still waiting for my dream job to be posted: Coffee swilling Tweeter, work@home, must post about random stuff for excellent pay & benefits.<br /><br />• Ikea ruler paper cut + antibacterial gel = ohemgee painful!<br /><br />• Giving up on a 2yo and hoping he'll just go back to sleep may result in finding him sleeping on stairs. In the dark.<br /><br />• Still love that kids believe me that the brown Whole Grain Cheerios are chocolate. It's like Santa Claus, right? One day I'll be in big trouble.<br /><br />• I actually spill coffee almost everyday. On myself, the carpet or on my desk. I am skilled that way.<br /><br />• A real friend send a text to remind you to get duty-free vodka at the border.<br /><br />• Life isn't always fair, but it's still good.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-71328961264383446222010-08-04T00:53:00.005-04:002010-08-05T19:16:03.759-04:00From the mouths of babes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TFpKAOlMFgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zg04lU7JgKU/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TFpKAOlMFgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zg04lU7JgKU/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501791262561015298" border="0" /></a><br />2yo, squishing blueberry... "applesauce!"<br /><br />2yo: I want a candy breakfast!<br />-Apple does not fall far from the tree here!<br /><br />5yo: You always get new stuff and I never get anything<br />-Yes, right. NEVER get anything!<br /><br />5yo: I want a hug for a bedtime snack<br />-Oy the guilt!<br /><br />5yo: Can I give you a massage?<br />-Can you!? Of course!<br /><br />5yo: Wish i didn't had an oval head. Wish I had a round head like E.<br /><br />5yo: Was there colour in pirate time?<br />-Yes<br /><br />Overheard from the next room: I just did a triple flip out of bed!<br /><br />May have only uttered once...<br />5yo: Mommy come play with me, come on!<br />-Hey, that's why I had a brother for you, go play with him!<br /><br />5yo: Love you more than chocolate cake with vanilla<br />-That is love!<br /><br />-Eat the rest of your beans please.<br />5yo: Let's make a deal, kay mommy?<br />I don't eat them and I still get dessert. Deal?<br />-Uh, no!<br /><br />5yo: Why are you always so bossy?<br />-Cause I'm the boss<br /><br />5yo: When grandpa was a boy they wore boots when he played soccer. And they called it football. Know why? Cause you kick it with your foot. Why do we call it soccer?<br /><br />5yo: I know what a ditch is. It's the side of the road. Did I tell you that already?<br /><br />5yo: I want gummy feet so I can eat my own feet and they'll grow back and I can eat them again.<br />-me too!<br /><br />Things I really shouldn't have to say!<br />• No cannonballs off the bed<br />• Get your hands out of your pudding!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-22936407813581773822010-07-21T02:26:00.009-04:002010-07-21T02:38:48.205-04:00Contest Winner: Lindsey Potts’ cardsLindsey told told me she’d like a similar look to her two blogs and so I went with the graphic ornament theme as well as the same grey from her sites and her request for a nice soft pink.<br /><br />Aren’t they purdy!? I do believe she is giddyily happy with her awesometastic cards as promised.<br /><br />Off to the printer and then ship them off... hmmm. Wonder where she lives. Um, Lindsey!?<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TEaU0vaIGFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S7Qmqb8d9qE/s1600/LPotts.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TEaU0vaIGFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S7Qmqb8d9qE/s400/LPotts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496244029052426322" border="0" /></a>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-6066428587015122692010-07-14T02:59:00.017-04:002010-07-14T03:41:32.859-04:00CONTEST WINNER!!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">“OMG, I’m going to BlogHer and have no awesomely designed cards!”</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> CONTEST WINNER!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Some contest entry reasons for convincing me you should get the FREE BlogHer awesomely designed cards. Because you like me the best, I smell good, card has typos, bad print job, no moula, international prestige, we have the same name, almost the same name, you're my BlogHer roomie, compliments, guilt etc!!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Okay, all were in the running and by RANDOM DRAW (how could I choose!?) the winner of my wee small fun little contest is...</b></div><div><div><br /></div><div>--------------</div><div><b><a href="http://www.twitter.com/lindopotts">@lindopotts</a> Mrs. Potts from www.mrspottsthoughts.com</b></div><div>Yay! Just a coincidence that we have the same name, same spelling!</div><div>--------------</div><div><br /></div><div>And honestly ladies, if you have any Q's or need any help with your cards, I'd be happy to try help you out. Lemme know!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>See you all in NYC!!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>PS, Grace Designs is also having a contest, better prizing too. Hee hee. Head over there to enter! Good luck. <a href="http://graceannouncements.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-me-cards-and-blogher-contest.html"><b>http://graceannouncements.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-me-cards-and-blogher-contest.html</b></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-4736951556349840962010-07-08T01:19:00.009-04:002010-07-09T23:13:22.801-04:00Contest!!!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yep, it’s my OFFICIAL crazy little giveaway called:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The “OMG, I’m going to BlogHer and have no awesomely designed cards!” CONTEST!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What you get:</span> 1 </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">FREE</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> card design & 100 cards by this world famous Graphic Designer. (Exaggerating sliiiiightly). Did I mention </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">FREE</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">?!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />What I get:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Th</span>e joy of seeing you with an awesomely designed card!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How do you enter?: </span>Email me, lindsey at lindseyjacobs.com or leave a comment below on why I should choose <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU!</span> Then I'll design you an awesometastic card and you will fall over with glee!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Contest closes:</span> Tuesday, July 13, 2010<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Rules: Um, never done a contest before, this is just for fun and to help out a fellow attendee to BlogHer '10! Should be a personal card promoting blog, Twitter, website etc. I need new cards too!</span>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-26566255787864115372010-06-15T01:47:00.005-04:002010-06-22T22:08:09.431-04:00From the mouths of babes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TBpCRBPHr2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BJAQ8PSmV1w/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TBpCRBPHr2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BJAQ8PSmV1w/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483768356434063202" border="0" /></a>• Think it's time to add 2 year-old E to this, after all, I can actually understand his full sentences now. Well, almost. Should call him 'Lashes'. Every single time we are out people say, "Wow he has the longest eyelashes I have ever seen!" Our optometrist said that too and he's seen a lot of lashes I'd bet!<br /><br />• EVERY night for last 2.5 months, E has requested The Three Little Pigs story. He's either going to be an architect or a pig farmer!<br /><br />• Love when I scold O and he tries to be serious then laughs in my face. We both start giggling and I think 'this may not be working'!<br /><br />• I said, I wonder what time it is the other morning, 2 yr old says "Is it five minutes Mommy?" I guess he gets that from me always saying okay, 5 more minutes. Be there in 5 minutes, dinner ready in 5 minutes.<br /><br />O-"Mommy why do you love your shoes so much?"<br />-How does one answer such a question?!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-61321150146701432712010-06-15T01:42:00.007-04:002010-06-22T22:10:00.928-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TCFs2syp6NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2m3yNGE2P_o/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/TCFs2syp6NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2m3yNGE2P_o/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485785508106332370" border="0" /></a><br />• You will do crazy things on a much needed vacation... like letting a cute Costa Rican boy talk you into zipping along upside down. Did I mention he was cute?<br /><br />• Learned that if you only have 2 hours on the last day of your vacation to be in the sun (finally came out) you SHOULD wear sunscreen no matter what. Being red & peelie (is that a word?!) weeks later really isn't fun.<br /><br />• Sitting on a plane for 7hrs burnt crispy is ever so painful. So are goosebumps when you're burnt.<br /><br />• Just because you're finally 40 doesn't mean you're smart (see above).<br /><br />• To avoid costly incoming calls on your cell in Costa Rica, it's best to maybe tell your Ex you've left the country.<br /><br />• Giving 2 yr old too much pineapple is a mistake. (You don't want to know, trust me)<br /><br />• After a late night I require 1/2 the water, double the grinds and a spoon to drink my coffee.<br /><br />• Really you say? Lost another bank card!? Yes. New one will be lucky bank card #36! Need to be able to call it, like how I find my cell phone.<br /><br />• Momcercise: running late and power-walking to school pulling 80+ lbs of kids & wooden wagon.<br /><br />• Am a self-professed oversharer.<br /><br />• My Mom brought me a coffee table for my basement and my first words were "It'll make a perfect train table!" Boys happy, my Mom, not so much.<br /><br />• Totally honoured to be a part of BlogHer with all the events and parties this August. So many awesome women I admire out there that I will finally get to meet. How is this a 'Things I've learned?' Well, the online community out there ROCKS!!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-44095007168448675912010-05-02T02:14:00.003-04:002010-05-02T02:23:32.839-04:00Out of the mouth of a 5-year-old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S90aJTUnO4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qPwhFHFpXow/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S90aJTUnO4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qPwhFHFpXow/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466554269805525890" border="0" /></a><br />I get frustrated Wednesdays when O doesn't eat his dinner. But then I remember every other Wed. is our 'coffee shop date'. Certain boy gets a warm cinnamon bun as big as his head and a chocolate milk.<br /><br />Eating a Girl Guide cookie, he says, "It says the kangaroos are in trouble please save them" on these cookies!"<br />(um no, no, it does not)<br /><br />O--You can ground me till I'm grey.<br /><br />O--I finished all my breakfast, can I have dessert now?<br />-Um, no<br />O--A healthy something?<br /><br />O--I'm as dirty as a ditch<br /><br />O in the bath, playing with foam letters yells at me:<br />Come here! I just spelled sandwiches!<br />-I look and he's spelled jEwS.<br />Not quite, Sweetie!<br /><br />O--I actually just found a big booger in my belly button. It's really disgusting. Look!<br /><br />Reading O Frog and Toad books and I keep saying Frog and Todd. "Mommy! It's Toad not Todd!" again and again. Fits of giggles.<br /><br />O--This chicken tastes like pig poop.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-11838198981219253712010-05-02T02:08:00.010-04:002010-05-02T02:28:33.443-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S90a1R-yfgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ljjol1LwNmc/s1600/Photo+61.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S90a1R-yfgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ljjol1LwNmc/s200/Photo+61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466555025359797762" border="0" /></a><br />This is a quick montage of my life and why I originally started a blog!<br /><a href="http://videos.nymag.com/video/A-Montage-of-Youre-Doing-It-Wro#c=DVYB9G12Y8Z8BTB9&t=A%20Montage%20of%20%27You%27re%20Doing%20It%20Wrongs%27%20From%20Infomercials">http://bit.ly/9FKdN3</a><br /><br />It started that weekend last summer when I learned that putting lotion on your feet and mowing the lawn with the push mower in flip-flops isn't a good combo. The weekend I learned that painting outside on a windy day, with rain forecast is not a great idea. And so it began. Things I've learned.<br /><br />Used Google street view to find the name of a store in Vancouver where I fell in love w/ a dress but didn't buy. You always find stuff when you're not looking for it! Admission. Had BC friend go and get it and mail it. Sure it's too small but wedding isn't till September. I call this incentive!<br /><br />If you're trying to pick up a girl, try to stay sober enough to remember her contact info. (Kinda glad he didn't actually!)<br /><br />Single Mom Mantra: We are beautiful, we are strong. And while this isn't easy we don’t need a man to rescue us, we need to rescue ourselves. Not sure where I read this but love it.<br /><br />Am brimming with happiness over all the great new people I've met recently or reconnected with from my past. It's not quantity, it's quality, baby!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-40859346029240800702010-04-06T01:18:00.007-04:002010-04-07T10:02:12.857-04:00Random Musings/Things I've learned• I lost my bank card again. It was my 33rd. With 34th they mail replacement in necklace form with a chain for around my neck. #Loser<br /><br />• Tired children have trouble retaining learning “because neurons lose their plasticity, becoming incapable of forming the new synaptic connections necessary to encode a memory. ... The more you learned during the day, the more you need to sleep that night.<br />This also applies to Raccoon Moms I assume! *Sigh*<br /><br />• Proud Mom Moment of the Day: "Guess what? I can burp the alphabet!" yelled from the other room.<br /><br />• In the winter, it seemed like I was having to go to the gas station constantly! Figured out why. In the cold, I just put in gas until I got too cold. Never filled up! Let's say I'm a winter wuss. I miss full serve stations!<br /><br />• Really *cough* not a good idea to *cough* light incense before you *cough* workout.<br /><br />• You can think you're oh so clever with the awesome <span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">plan of "If you don't eat your dinner it's lunch" the next day until you're evil plans are quashed by School Pizza Day. </span></span></span><br /><br />• Roasting marshmallows Easter Sunday mid-afternoon gets you one more star on your Super-Cool-Fun-Mom badge!<br /><br />• Can't believe I'm going to be 40 this week. It's the new 20, right? 30? Okay, maybe I'll just turn 29 for the 12th time.<br /><br />• Just because the guy that told me I looked 26 and the one that said I'd make their day if I gave them my number were trying to sell me something is irrelevant!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-88775329594802269962010-04-06T01:05:00.005-04:002010-04-06T01:12:17.920-04:00Out of the mouth of a 5-year-old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S7rCg3sWG1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fvET4-Xe7uA/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S7rCg3sWG1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fvET4-Xe7uA/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456887768474327890" border="0" /></a><br />O--It's Easter. Can we have candy for breakfast?<br />-Um, no.<br /><br />O--The Easter Bunny has the same eyes as Santa, right? He can see us when we're bad or good?<br /><br />O--I'm so hungry I could eat all the dinosaurs that used to be alive.<br /><br />O--I know why they call it and Eggloo. Because it's shaped like an egg.<br />-Um no, it's igloo and.... oh nevermind.<br /><br />O--Is there a city in Costa Rica? Yes, You better stay there then. Nothing can eat you in a city.<br /><br />I dropped stuff off at the Salvation Army and O told my Mom I had gone to the 'Dalmation Army'.<br /><br />When you hear "Now it's time to make mistakes and get messy" from the other room, you actually get up this time an go see what's going down.<br /><br />O playing superheros with his lil bro: How about you be Waterproof Boy and I'll be Spiderman?<br /><br />O--Did you know all the rocks are old poop from the dinosaurs?<br /><br />O--Oh Mommy, you spilled. That's okay cause you're the boss!<br /><br />O pointing to a log cabin, look it's a catalog.<br />-No, it's a log cabin.<br />O--No! A catalog.<br />Son of a shopper.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-70400592459180885512010-03-12T21:37:00.006-05:002010-03-12T21:48:56.370-05:00Out of the mouth of a 5-year-old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S5r8lSlkA9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uuM0WOaagdI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S5r8lSlkA9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uuM0WOaagdI/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447944416832783314" border="0" /></a><br />Things you shouldn't have to say to a 5 year old:<br />-Don't wipe you hands on your brother!<br />-Get your bum out of his face!<br />-Take that pillow off his head!<br />-You brother does not seem to like being called Emily!<br />-Do not sit on him!<br /><br />O--This tastes like chocolate but better<br />-Your chicken noodle soup?<br />O--Yep!!<br /><br />O--I just did a triple flip out of bed. I know how to do that you know<br /><br />Just found my notes from after Christmas (a little late):<br />O--I think I want to be an elf when I grow up. Seems like a good job<br />O--Santa was my favourite character from Christmas<br /><br />Best (Mama is allowed) lie of 2010 (so far).<br />Yes, the brown Cheerios are chocolate! (Multigrain)<br /><br />O--Pretzels taste like wood<br />-Well don't eat them then<br />O--But I like wood<br /><br />O standing beside my bed, 7am: Get out of bed, chop chop!<br /><br />Referring to dinner:<br />O--This is actually really good<br />Translation: It's usually crap<br /><br />O--I want slippers that are flip flips. I want flippers!<br /><br />O--Can I have 5 cookies cause I'm 5? I know what you're going to say. Yes!<br />-Um, no!<br /><br />O--You're silly and that's why I like you<br />-DittoLindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-27289889736924122622010-02-24T10:48:00.006-05:002010-02-24T11:23:51.826-05:00Out of the mouth of a 5-year-old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S4VOimPIRkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLM0TeNhoAA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S4VOimPIRkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLM0TeNhoAA/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441842081033635394" border="0" /></a><br />Olympic fever around here. Go Canada Go! Is being shouted randomly throughout the day (and night) With and without visuals.<br /><br />O--Stars are balls of fire, right Mommy?<br />Grandpa must have forgotten because he didn't know that.<br /><br />O--Look Mommy, a present moon! Drop down a present, present moon!'<br />It's crescent sweetie.<br />O--So what, no present?<br /><br />Just slightly proud when O has mini-freak out when I attempt to turn off a U2 song. That's my boy.<br /><br />O--My head is burning. My brain is melting. I can't think.<br /><br />O--Stop bossing me around<br />-That's my job<br />O-- Oh. Sorry.<br /><br />O--I told my friends today that you slept with a purple teddy bear just to make them laugh.<br />-Lovely<br /><br />O decided he wanted to use his Valentine money to buy an iPhone app rather than spend it on chocolate. If he were smarter he would have argued for both. He is my son but he's only 5 after all.<br /><br />O-Tristan and Eli and Matthew and Tyler. Those are my best friends. And Matthew is the one that tries to kiss me all the time. He's silly.<br /><br />O was NOT too happy when his brother started to throw up and all I could reach was HIS popcorn bowl. Whoops. Tears flowed, madness ensued. Needless to say I had to share my popcorn.<br /><br />O--How do I be good again, Mommy? I forgot.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-41823859140932683602010-02-24T10:43:00.003-05:002010-02-24T13:45:24.981-05:00Random Musings/Things I've learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S4VJbTw0JkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OMw2uSpAS-I/s1600-h/BradPitt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/S4VJbTw0JkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OMw2uSpAS-I/s200/BradPitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441836458257425986" border="0" /></a><br />• Not too embarrassed when my Dad discovered my life size Brad Pitt head taped up in my bathroom cupboard. So it's where I get out of the shower and put lotion on. There was no where else for it!<br /><br />• That job opening for my personal decision maker, assistant and fortune teller is still open. You will be paid in cookies.<br /><br />• What do you know? Working on the couch is not very productive.<br /><br />• Life sends a message: Was thinking I how would never get all my work done one night and then my 2-yr-old puked up a weeks worth of food all over us. No work was done and no lives were lost.<br /><br />• Okay, searching for medical images not that fun especially when you hit the 'goiter' section. Ew.<br /><br />• My 9-yr-old niece emails me all the time with I love you or What are you doing now? I send her pics almost daily of her cousins. Sometimes technology is great. Would be better if we lived down the street though.<br /><br />• Sitting beside a couple of old ladies at the coffee shop does make an almost 40 girl feel young again. Blood pressure, heart pills, doctors and Florida talk.<br /><br />• Shoveling your driveway and the old lady next door’s counts as a workout and deserves a cookie, right?<br /><br />• Call me crazy but I just agreed to trade design work for clothes. Who needs to eat when your butt looks good in $200 jeans!?<br /><br />• A wise woman once told me, "Just remember, nothing stays the same for ever." Tis true.<br /><br />• Have to say unsolicited meat buying advice from men at the grocery store is always welcome. Especially after, "I want some juicy meat" is overheard from 5 yr-old.<br /><br />• I'm sure there are more peaceful ways to wake up at 7am than a 2-yr-old grabbing your cheeks, putting his face in yours and yelling 'dooooooce!' (Juice)<br /><br />• OMG I'm gonna be 40 in April! 40 is the new 30, right?! I sure don't feel 40 and had a nice salesman tell me he thought I was 26. I did say Salesman, right? And yes, I bought it!!LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-32472871080323532182009-12-30T07:52:00.010-05:002010-01-05T11:10:02.207-05:00Random Musings• New Year's resolution. Write on blog more. Start another one and not tell anyone I know...<br /><br />• getting coffee ready the night before is smart. Waking up to a pot of hot water because you forgot to put grinds in, not so smart!<br /><br />• Pretty sure my boys have a completely warped sense of time. Just a minute turns into 5 minutes and sometimes 10. This would explain why 5 yr old always asks... How long is 5 minutes? Is a minute up yet?<br /><br />• You can enjoy random bedtimes when your kids can't tell time. What's that a yawn at 6:30pm? Bedtime!<br /><br />• I really like Twitter but want a Twitter account with no friends/family or cute boys I'd date that read it. Would love to just not think every time I want to say something. It would be a lot more fun.<br /><br />• Some people are totally anal about their white lights being the same at Christmas. LED vs old skool not matching. Inside and outside must be the same warm white. I swear I have some Martha in me.<br /><br />• I had no idea how to spell foosball until I became Canadian Champion of Buffalo. You think there would be a Z in there. Just sayin.<br /><br />• How cool to make up a word and get it 'published'!!??'<br /><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/products.php?defid=4458771">http://www.urbandictionary.com/products.php?defid=4458771</a><br />Something good had to come from a tough chewy Christmas bird!<br /><br />• Probably best to hide all the gifts in one spot just in case you forget the other 'big' gift from Santa. Wondered why Santa was so stingy with just the one gift and the stocking.<br /><br />• I need to make cards that say, Sorry I'm late but I got caught behind someone doing the speed limit.<br /><br />• Oh, and never eat sushi rolls in the dark as you drive home cause you *might* eat a big gob of wasabi and not have any liquid near by. Cough cough.<br /><br />Things I've learned.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1