tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86506840568663760052012-01-25T02:16:09.419-05:00...and other random musings from a single Mom, social media addict and Graphic Designer.LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-2351382028983643582011-10-12T14:13:00.004-04:002011-10-13T01:10:05.695-04:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-235138202898364358?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-33893741564109466402011-10-12T14:08:00.004-04:002011-10-13T02:08:31.224-04:00<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 &amp; 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3389374156410946640?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-56041387423357835332010-12-19T15:40:00.006-05:002010-12-19T16:15:03.189-05:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-5604138742335783533?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-24609067472442112602010-12-19T15:21:00.003-05:002010-12-19T15:36:20.062-05:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-2460906747244211260?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-82764211694383730302010-10-11T16:37:00.009-04:002010-10-14T01:23:01.245-04:00<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!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8276421169438373030?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-36904264194839614722010-10-11T15:51:00.005-04:002010-10-14T01:20:56.672-04:00<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 &amp; 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!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3690426419483961472?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-83839010557998529812010-08-05T01:04:00.002-04:002010-08-05T01:30:58.846-04:00<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 &amp; 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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8383901055799852981?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-71328961264383446222010-08-04T00:53:00.005-04:002010-08-05T19:16:03.759-04:00<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!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-7132896126438344622?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-22936407813581773822010-07-21T02:26:00.009-04:002010-07-21T02:38:48.205-04:00Lindsey 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-2293640781358177382?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-6066428587015122692010-07-14T02:59:00.017-04:002010-07-14T03:41:32.859-04:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-606642858701512269?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-4736951556349840962010-07-08T01:19:00.009-04:002010-07-09T23:13:22.801-04:00<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 &amp; 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-473695155634984096?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-26566255787864115372010-06-15T01:47:00.005-04:002010-06-22T22:08:09.431-04:00<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?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-2656625578786411537?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-61321150146701432712010-06-15T01:42:00.007-04:002010-06-22T22:10:00.928-04:00<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 &amp; 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 &amp; 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!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-6132115014670143271?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-44095007168448675912010-05-02T02:14:00.003-04:002010-05-02T02:23:32.839-04:00<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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-4409500716844867591?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-11838198981219253712010-05-02T02:08:00.010-04:002010-05-02T02:28:33.443-04:00<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&amp;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!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1183819898121925371?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-40859346029240800702010-04-06T01:18:00.007-04:002010-04-07T10:02:12.857-04:00• 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!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-4085934602924080070?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-88775329594802269962010-04-06T01:05:00.005-04:002010-04-06T01:12:17.920-04:00<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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8877532959480226996?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-70400592459180885512010-03-12T21:37:00.006-05:002010-03-12T21:48:56.370-05:00<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 />-Ditto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-7040059245918088551?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-27289889736924122622010-02-24T10:48:00.006-05:002010-02-24T11:23:51.826-05:00<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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-2728988973692412262?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-41823859140932683602010-02-24T10:43:00.003-05:002010-02-24T13:45:24.981-05:00<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!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-4182385914093268360?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-32472871080323532182009-12-30T07:52:00.010-05:002010-01-05T11:10:02.207-05:00• 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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3247287108032353218?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-53862225359476327842009-12-30T00:23:00.004-05:002009-12-30T08:09:52.897-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SztM3Qx888I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-mjdx3rud7A/s1600-h/Owen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SztM3Qx888I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-mjdx3rud7A/s200/Owen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421011088751522754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In this picture O has on my shades and my 'sexy boots' as he likes to call them. We're fans of U2 around here.<br />O--I want to see the Sexy Boot guys again. I want to see Ronald. (Um, Bono, have I taught him nothing!?)<br /><br />O--Can it be my birthday today?<br />-No.<br />O--Tomorrow? The next day?<br />-Soon!<br /><br />--That's enough water!<br />O--I'm so thirsty the town won't have any water when I'm done.<br /><br />O--Emmett is boring name. Let's change it to Emily.<br /><br />--That's pretty neat Lego<br />O--It's not pretty, it's cool.<br /><br />O--Look how I can bend backwards, my bones are rubber!<br /><br />O--This drink is too fuzz.<br />--I think you mean fizzy.<br /><br />December started off like this:<br />--You know, Santa's watching and I don't think he'd like that.<br />O--Oh ya I forgot and stops in his tracks.<br />Me, thinking the next few weeks will be a breeze.<br /><br />Well the bad news was that O decided that he didn't care that Santa wouldn't be bringing him anything. Said he'd rather hit his brother. Damn. Thought I had that one in the bag.<br /><br />Lucky for me a certain Bounce Back Racer convinced him to be good for the last 5 days. Well almost.<br /><br />What I heard over and over: "But I don't know how to be good!"<br /><br />--(Christmas Eve) So what should we write on this note to Santa?<br />O--How about what I want for next year...<br />--Well that would be getting a bit ahead of ourselves!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-5386222535947632784?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-84625464429886128972009-11-08T08:15:00.002-05:002009-11-08T11:59:17.672-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Svb42BX4gLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/71KMIHfoRgM/s1600-h/Boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Svb42BX4gLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/71KMIHfoRgM/s200/Boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778410042720434" border="0" /></a><br />O-Yay! Dinner, let's have some juicy meat!<br /><br />Owen has a Tiger that is now named Roasted and a monkey named Marshmallow. They are best buds.<br /><br />O-Can I have some candy?<br />-No, not till after lunch.<br />O- Can we have lunch right now?<br />-No! You haven't even had breakfast<br /><br />O-What if my eyelashes went to the sky and E's went into outer space?<br />-Well E does have long lashes...<br /><br />O-Why do you always say 'Hey?' That's annoying to me.<br /><br />O-Can I get a snack of broccoli?<br />-Um sure but it's only 7:30 in the morning!<br />O-That's okay. I like broccoli.<br /><br />O-I have a secret! I'm actually a real robot. Inside me is a robot. (Continues to talk like a robot for 5 minutes just to prove it to me)<br /><br />O-I like my brother now.<br />Okay... want to keep him?<br />O-Ya.<br /><br />I asked Owen who would take care of me if I got the flu. He said he would give me my medicine but can't open lids or pour into the spoon.<br /><br />(Suddenly speaking another language)<br />-Where did you learn those words? School?<br />O-No. My brain just told me.<br /><br />There are so many more and I always think I'll remember them but unless I jot them down, they're gone. This is why I have little notes everywhere. Aaaaah 4 year-olds.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8462546442988612897?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-32499146310571736602009-10-23T17:24:00.003-04:002009-10-23T17:28:35.753-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SuIf_acLt9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jFm7W_fXTpw/s1600-h/BWface.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SuIf_acLt9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jFm7W_fXTpw/s200/BWface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395910477833025490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me: What do you say after you burp?<br />O: That was a good one!<br /><br />O: Hellloooo? Hellooooo? Are you listening? You need to check E's poopy bum. Yuck.<br /><br />O: I'm done with fish till I'm 5.<br />Me: Why?<br />O: Well, I'll eat tuna and salmon but that's it.<br /><br />O: I love food. I just can't stop eating it.<br /><br />O: I'm going to be a wizard when I grow up. I need to get me some frogs.<br /><br />O: I love you, that's why I hang out with you.<br />Me: Uh. gee thanks!<br /><br />O: Anyone up for some downstairs fun?<br /><br />Me: Who put a cracker in E's noodles?<br />O: I don't know. Maybe it was the Ghost of Doom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3249914631057173660?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-88344665862036412692009-09-27T02:03:00.006-04:002009-09-27T02:15:20.407-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sr8C50_Us0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jzI_8MhjSCk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sr8C50_Us0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jzI_8MhjSCk/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386026871858443074" border="0" /></a><br />O--Yes, I am napping. I sleep with my eyes open.<br /><br />--Please pick up your sweater and put your shoes away.<br />O-Aaach. I have to do all the work around here!<br /><br />Fixed O's stuffed tiger.<br />O-Wow, you're the doctor of animals!<br /><br />--At 8:30pm.<br />O-Okay, I'm going to have a nap now so I can watch a movie later.<br />--Um no!<br /><br />O--I just knew that. It was in my brain.<br /><br />O with head on my stomach as I read story:<br />O--Aaaw... I can't hear your stomach is roaring.<br /><br />O--Look a convertible. Look... a convertible!! Look a convertible. Look... a convertible!! Look a convertible. Look... a convertible!! Look a convertible. Look... a convertible!!<br /><br />O--When I close my eyes I can't see my brain. It's too dark.<br /><br />O--Can you scratch my back? Can you scratch my back? can you, huh? Can you scratch my back? Can you scratch my back? can you, huh?<br /><br />O--The sun has burnt my brain. My head is empty. My head is so hot. (riding in the car)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8834466586203641269?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-36674004093373164522009-09-27T00:24:00.005-04:002009-09-27T02:12:46.276-04:00• If you vacuum the 5lbs of sand out of your car, that means summer is officially over I guess.<br /><br />• So glad the boys can't tell time, getting darker earlier so bedtime seems to be getting earlier as well. Hello 7pm, I love you.<br /><br />• Wish my printer and scanner were working. I may have a mutiny on my hands.<br /><br />• Nothing like getting a face full of fruit flies every time I open the composter. Better than the maggots all over the garbage. Will never forget than one.<br /><br />• No luck talking town out of cutting down my big big tree. They own it dammit. 2 months to hatch a plan. Must look for large amount of chain on sale.<br /><br />• Love the voice over for the 2010 Visa Olympic commercial... Morgan Freeman has the coolest voice.<br /><br />• I would have been here sooner but... got stuck behind someone driving the speed limit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3667400409337316452?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-16628342560404794952009-09-13T00:02:00.005-04:002009-09-13T00:09:48.768-04:00• Letting boys play inside car can be fun for them. Not so fun to find 2 yr old has smeared lip balm all over the inside windows!<br /><br />• Had to explain to 4-yr old why he couldn't go see those 'U2ers' with me. 'But I love the sexy boot guys' he said.<br /><br />• Excited to get my SIL's body pillow after she has her baby. Sad, but happy to fill up some space in bed with me... Maybe I'll wrap it in an electric blanket and name it!!<br /><br />• Seeing your two nieces on stage at the same time in a big professional musical will surely bring goosebumps and verklemptedness.<br /><br />• When you stay up till 3am you may do things like forget to put the coffee pot under the lovely brewing coffee, wake up an hour after your kids and think that coffee can sustain your energy and enthusiasm.<br /><br />• Every time I see the boys' fake toad in the backyard, it scares the crap out of me. Still. Ooops. Did I say crap?<br /><br />• I think one of those forward to 10 people in 10 min and have good luck in 10 days may have actually worked. Who knew?<br /><br />• I miss Seinfeld. Still.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1662834256040479495?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-18784816068909985912009-08-28T11:16:00.006-04:002009-08-28T11:38:01.324-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Spf22-i0YsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hc_uRed_IZQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Spf22-i0YsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hc_uRed_IZQ/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036104652382914" border="0" /></a><br />O--This is the best dinner ever. I love handburgers.<br />Um no, they're actually called HAMburgers.<br />O--They're called handburgers cause you eat them with your hands.<br />Ya, okay.<br /><br />Favourite 4 yr-old (no you're not having any more liquids) quote of the night... "But I'm soooooooo thirsty! I can't make spit!"<br /><br />Eating Salsa: It feels like my eyeballs are on fire!<br /><br />O--I'm gonna take my pants off and put them on my head!<br />I hear this daily.<br /><br />Me: Are you purposely trying to drive me crazy today?<br />O--Uh, ya.<br /><br />O-- You have hair on your arms. You need Smoothaway.<br />Wha? www.getsmoothaway.com Ooooh. No more Teletoon Retro with commericals!<br /><br />O--I'm pretending my penis is a guitar.<br />That's uh, awesome.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1878481606890998591?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-185876607709295992009-08-28T11:15:00.008-04:002009-08-28T11:31:52.706-04:00• 4-yr-old went to new dentist this week. Met Mr. Slurpee. Always thought his name was Mr. Spit Sucker.<br /><br />• It really is okay to let your 4 yr old play in the kitchen sink for an hour. Sink full of water + pruney fingers = quiet time for Mommy!<br /><br />• Notice: All rice will in future will be served and consumed by the 4 and under crowd on the deck!<br /><br />• New extension cords cost $55... yes, mowing the lawn at 9pm has it's hazards.<br /><br />• Cleaning the grass out of the pool, the neighbourhood cat poop out of sandbox and bird poop off trampoline is really eating into my days.<br /><br />• You can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl... or the 24 gallons of Starbucks consumed, sadly.<br /><br />• Starbucks coffee has 250mg of caffeine/med cup and Tim Horton's only 100mg. That might explain my distaste for Mr H's. Today I saw Starbucks Doubleshot Energy PLUS Coffee! Buzz buzz!<br /><br />• Wishing my camera didn't need to be held together with duct tape. Thanks "Trouble is my middle name'.<br /><br />• Mowing the lawn in flip flops when grass is wet is similar to the lotion on feet and then mowing. Things I've learned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-18587660770929599?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-17160157168814354032009-08-06T11:54:00.004-04:002009-08-13T21:44:11.637-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Snr9wLJHV4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NY7x6UG-Xac/s1600-h/Tillsonburg+summer+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Snr9wLJHV4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NY7x6UG-Xac/s200/Tillsonburg+summer+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366880910031935362" border="0" /></a><br />O--I like Hoggendogs ice cream now, Mommy!<br /><br />O--Wow Mommy, thanks for buying this really great box for me!<br />Um, you're very welcome. No more presents till Christmas!<br /><br />O--I'm a genius.<br /><br />O--This sure is a hard days work.<br />(Picking raspberries for 1/2 hr)<br /><br />O--There's a hamburger seed... I'm going to plant it and grow hamburgers so we can eat them everyday.<br />(sesame seed from the bun)<br /><br />O--Oh oh, then we can plant a chocolate tree and a pizza tree and a Mommy tree... that'd be sooo cool.<br /><br />Did you have fun with your Aunties and cousin?<br />O--Yes but they were here for a really looong time.<br /><br />O--I don't feel good. My head hurts. Think it needs some chocolate.<br /><br />O--Salsa makes my mouth on fire<br /><br />O--Hey, I'm up to my old tricks again.<br /><br />O--I love this trampoline, Mommy. I love you more now too.<br /><br />Heard a lot around here: "I need a Band-aid" and "I'm gonna die. I'll bleed to death!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1716015716881435403?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-49313935986588065312009-08-06T11:51:00.003-04:002009-08-28T11:34:39.627-04:00• Having a contract job in the city and a social life really impedes my blogging! Back ater...<br /><br />• Do not, I repeat DO NOT have laptop outside anywhere within 50' of a 4-yr-old with a hose. Did you hear me? (advice from the chick lugging around laptop and external keyboard)<br /><br />• Love when I'm all organized, ready and out the door at 7:30am.. for a 9:30 meeting... that is only 45mins away. File that under "What Was I Thinking?".<br /><br />• Must make cards: Sorry, I would have gotten here sooner but I got stuck behind someone going the speed limit.<br /><br />• 7+ weeks since I sprained ankle... still can't run on it. Okay, so I don't run... was going to start the day I sprained it. Honest.<br /><br />• If you give an almost 2 yr-old strawberry marshmallow candies and then some pop, Grandpa... he will most likely throw up in the car 5 min later.<br /><br />• Leather car interiors clean up nicely.<br /><br />• Have had 5 'It's a Small World' incidents over the last couple of weeks... crazy. Makes you think we may all be related as well.<br /><br />• Honing up on refereeing skills. Thinking that's best skill as a parent next to ability to meditate.<br /><br />• Aliens in the Attic. 24% on Rotten Tomatoes... 90 minutes of my life I will never get back. But really it was about the time we spent together, my 9yr-old niece and I. Right?<br /><br />• 7 bites on ankle... Thinking Chinese 'Happiness' tattoo also means "Bite Me' in Mosquitonese.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-4931393598658806531?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-69436271184736165922009-07-18T01:32:00.003-04:002009-07-18T01:41:09.794-04:00Only a single Mom would call working in an office 4 days a week for 4 weeks a 'vacation'. No whining, no waiting on, no waking up in the middle of the night, no mushy arrowroot cookie all over my shirt... grown-ups all day, catching up with friends, riding the streetcar, people-watching, having someone else cook... It's been great.<br /><br />My family and friends have really come through for me and I love 'em all to bits. My boys and I are loved and there's nothing better.<br /><br />I am lacking a bit of 'material' being away for most of the week... will update soon. Oh, and how many times can a 4 yr-old listen to U2's 'Sexy Boots' in a one hour car ride? Stay tuned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-6943627118473616592?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-4405326345182411862009-07-02T00:21:00.003-04:002009-07-02T00:25:08.615-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Skw2VugHoxI/AAAAAAAAADw/zTU-Lkx3Sco/s1600-h/SWEETP.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Skw2VugHoxI/AAAAAAAAADw/zTU-Lkx3Sco/s200/SWEETP.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353713803924579090" border="0" /></a><br />• You let the kid play with his toy taxi at the table (again) and there's gonna be a cab full of sweet potatoe.<br /><br />• Sun + summer + pool + backyard = Happy kids. Happy Mom.<br /><br />• I was all... Alright inside, bedtime! March march march! Upstairs, teeth brushed, in PJs and I look at the clock and it's 6:30pm. Whoops!<br /><br />• 1.5 yr old is going to manage to find my wee tubs of lip balm wherever I hide them and manage to open and rub contents all over his tummy... and the mirror.. and anything else 3' and under.<br /><br />• Must teach 4 yr-old to scratch my back. Do they make those plastic hands on a stick still?<br /><br />• Discovered the 'help yourself to your juice in the fridge let Mommy sleep some more' routine. Brilliant. Cured the "I want juice. I want juice. Get up Mommy! I want juice!" calls in the morning.<br /><br />• If a 1.75 yr-old wants to lick Play-doh. What can you do? Maybe he'll be smart at other things.<br /><br />• Sweet potatoe doesn't vacuum up so well.<br /><br />• Being the full time photographer of two boys is a full time job!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-440532634518241186?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-11878947203976150822009-07-02T00:00:00.006-04:002009-07-02T00:20:06.404-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Skw0q9VlKyI/AAAAAAAAADo/rxF0G5I1RH0/s1600-h/P1190312.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Skw0q9VlKyI/AAAAAAAAADo/rxF0G5I1RH0/s200/P1190312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711969660906274" border="0" /></a><br />O-- I'm going upstairs for a nap now.<br />Yes please!!<br /><br />O--We should get a candelabra.<br />-Oh yes, we should get one.<br />O--Why don't we have one?<br />-because we're not pirates?<br />O--Because I'm not a king?<br />-That's why.<br /><br />O--All done and ready to roll.<br /><br />O--Can I put you down now? Don't go away.<br />(Owen on the phone with my Aunt... needed to fix his Lego.<br />Did it a few times to her!)<br /><br />-Why don't you go up to your room and play?<br />O--Okay but I'm gonna be a mischief maker.<br /><br />O--My friends laugh at me when I do silly things.<br />-So he does silly things. Wonder where he gets that from?<br /><br />O--Can we go to school now?<br />-Last day and I slept in... ooh yes I did! (related to new discovery of 'help yourself to your juice in the fridge let Mommy sleep some more' routine)<br /><br />I may have made a comment regarding his striped socks/sandals choice.<br />O--Socks and sandals is not dorky! What does dorky mean?<br />-Dorky means silly looking.<br />O--I'm dorky. I'm dorky. I'm dorky! Indeed!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Guest submission from my Aunt:</span><br />Auntie Shellie: Owen, this is a book for you about a bird called a Roadrunner.<br />Owen: Thank you (pause, thinking) Auntie Shellie, do you know why it's called a Roadrunner?<br />A.S.: No Owen, why?<br />Owen: (Very seriously) because it runs on the road!! And do you know what it wears on its feet?<br />A.S.: No Owen, what?<br />Owen: (my very clever nephew) ROAD RUNNERS!!!!<br />A.S.: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahaha</span>, I howled. I'm howling again, he kills me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1187894720397615082?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-78255233039001770472009-06-22T00:29:00.004-04:002009-06-22T00:41:27.974-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sj8K-TMfIWI/AAAAAAAAADg/6NwLwpl8MVY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sj8K-TMfIWI/AAAAAAAAADg/6NwLwpl8MVY/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350006947760251234" border="0" /></a><br />• If you lie on the grass to soak in the glorious day and try to get a moment of peace, of course a certain wee boy will come running over and bounce repeatedly on your stomach.<br /><br />• Four-year-old O got all shy, flushed and giggly when I mentioned his friend, that is a girl, was coming over... I teased him a wee bit and we were giggling like school girls. Starts so early!!<br /><br />• Just because they fall asleep early at 7pm does not mean they'll sleep till 7am.<br /><br />• If course I'd sprain my ankle . Of course. Slow down. I hear you.<br /><br />• "Get you hand out of your Jell-o!" should not be something you have to say to a 4.5-yr-old.<br /><br />• Attended my first live streaming bachelorette party (in Kentucky) and then the live wedding of a cool woman I found through a blog and also follow on Twitter. How cool is this social media stuff!?<br /><br />• Google is my best friend. Always listens. Has many intelligible things to say. Makes me smarter. Always there teaching me new things. I am smitten.<br /><br />• Yes, I prefer to take garbage out at 1:30am.. less chance of people witnessing my paint covered top/PJ bottoms and rubber boots. I know. Hot.<br /><br />• Am such a Raccoon Mom, washing the floors at midnight, painting my bathroom at 10pm and Tweeting till all hours. Oh and uh, working too! (Can I call this work?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-7825523303900177047?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-91670328473386488482009-06-13T23:44:00.005-04:002009-06-18T23:02:02.448-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SjRyuV6PHAI/AAAAAAAAADY/2uumceak51I/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SjRyuV6PHAI/AAAAAAAAADY/2uumceak51I/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347024798076574722" border="0" /></a><br />O--I am a robot, I am a robot. I am a robot, I am a robot. I am a robot, I am a robot. I am a robot, I am a robot.<br /><br />O--You always talk Mommy.<br />-Um. Yah.<br /><br />O--You are a Yummy Mommy. What if I ate you because you're so yummy?<br /><br />O--Is it okay if I have a nap now?<br />-Holy crap. Yes!!<br /><br />O--Isn't Santa a great guy??<br /><br />O--Do you mind if I call you 'Old Mommy?'<br />-Uh, yes I do!<br />O--Okay how about Yummy Mommy then?<br />-That will do.<br /><br />-Where did you learn that? At school?<br />O--No, it was just in my brain.<br /><br />O--What are you writing?? (as I jot down something funny he's said)<br />-Um, just the grocery list!<br /><br />O--You know what my friends say to me? You talk to much.<br />-Mine too.<br />O--Then they tell me not to talk so much.<br />-Mine too.<br /><br />O--Don't go blowing a gasket!<br /><br />O--Brady was in a chat room and he got stuck in there... and so he ran real fast out the door.<br />-What's a chat room?<br />O--A room with people who chat.<br /><br />O--My brother is a crayon...<br />-Should have asked him what colour<br /><br />O--The world will catch on fire and burn if we throw garbage out the window!<br />Note: I didn't do this, someone in the car ahead did. How rude.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-9167032847338648848?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-19964831812182361322009-06-13T23:34:00.009-04:002009-06-14T00:00:04.500-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SjRwwT8EOXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ISdKruq0hMY/s1600-h/P1180187_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SjRwwT8EOXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ISdKruq0hMY/s200/P1180187_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347022632883861874" border="0" /></a><br />• Stopping at the Tim Hortons drive thru for a dinner of Timbits and chocolate milk on your way home gets you one more point toward that Mother Of The Year award I'm guessing.<br />• Really need to stop swallowing my gum. Hard to stop a lifetime habit.<br />• When you're 4, everything tastes better with ketchup.<br />• Before you get 3/4 through making a lentil salad, you should probably make sure you have lentils.<br />• You have to be careful what words you Google. Just saying is all.<br />• It's okay that my 4-yr-old know all the words to U2's 'Sexy Boots', right?<br />• Finding brown half-eaten apples left there by a mischievous 1.5-yr-old in your running shoes is always fun.<br />• My life is a dramedy. I think I'll just write a book and give people a copy instead of the constant updates. Tiring!!<br />• I'll use the advance money to call them from the beach in the Bahamas to see if they like it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1996483181218236132?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-15616473203798566322009-06-09T16:38:00.003-04:002009-06-09T16:44:57.292-04:00-What would you like for breakfast?<br />O--Juice and broccoli<br /><br />O--It smells like guinea pig in here. (Um... we don't have a guinea pig)<br /><br />(Owen playing his 'video game'. Pretending a book is a DS or something... frantically wiggling his thumbs on it.)<br />O--I win I win. I shot you. Aaaah, I got shot by the cops.<br />-Brilliant use of imagination. *Sigh*<br /><br />O--I have an idea. Let's not go outside for the summer. Too many bugs.<br />I swear he's a city kid.<br /><br />O-- Emmett said he was going to marry you.<br />Wow, seeing as he doesn't talk that's quite a miracle.<br /><br />O--You and Daddy are separated.<br />Yes we are. Did Daddy tell you that?<br />O--No. Hayden at school did.<br />Oh. Hmmm. Are you okay with that?<br />O--Yep.<br />Great.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-1561647320379856632?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-84806329123483943472009-06-09T16:32:00.012-04:002009-06-11T00:30:40.193-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Si7JN2rNPYI/AAAAAAAAADI/NMChAPb-a98/s1600-h/P1180080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Si7JN2rNPYI/AAAAAAAAADI/NMChAPb-a98/s200/P1180080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345431047587577218" border="0" /></a><br />• Watching E stuff chicken and peas into his toy yellow NYC cab and then remove and eat it was highly entertaining. Oh yes. No toys at the table!!<br />• Remembering grab camera first, clean up later! I'm a Blogger now. Thanks Hayley!<br />• Um, went a bit crazy with the scissors. Lots of new shorts and tees! Just have to dust off sewing machine. I've been scissor crazy since I was 6 when I cut all the hair off my dolls. In high school I used to cut all my long skirts short. My Mom looooved that trick.<br />• I love that E started lying sideways with his head on the floor when he plays with his cars and trucks... just to get down to their level... he keeps quiet for ages. Hmmm....maybe that's the part I love.<br />• Why do I do things again that I've said "Never again!" to... like serving E peas &amp; couscous together... like giving him the crumbly cookies inside... like painting in my 'good' clothes. Why?<br />• I have a year and a half to train E to be a Ring Bearer. Fingers crossed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8480632912348394347?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-79912255439030050062009-05-29T02:03:00.011-04:002009-05-29T02:14:02.822-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sh98nEB-2RI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZZBADrjwb8c/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sh98nEB-2RI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZZBADrjwb8c/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341124693623494930" border="0" /></a><br />• Not sure if I like tired crazy boys or a good well-rested crazy.<br />• When you take the garbage out at 1:30am and you're the only one 'putting out' then maybe it's not actually garbage day... yet.<br />• Letting The Boys eat crackers in your bed is never a good idea...<br />• Letting them eat crackers in their own beds is much less crummy... crumbly?<br />• Arguing with a 4-year-old is a no win situation.<br />• If a certain 1.5-year-old wants to eat crayon and paper who am I to stop him? Just because I don't like to chew wax... and paper does have lots of fibre.<br />• Just because it looks cold and rainy does not mean it feels cold &amp; rainy... dress appropriately.<br />• Once the flip-flops come out for the season, the toes refuse to go back 'indoors'.<br />• I will repeat. No flip-flops in the dishwasher. Why I didn't think washing machine first I'll never know (See shirt above).<br />• Just because the bugs aren't biting in the 'country' does not mean the city bugs won't want to devour you.<br />• Having half a Red Bull at night and staying up till all hours makes you need one as you drag your butt out of bed.... last time I do that!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-7991225543903005006?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-33862380783047508022009-05-21T01:07:00.002-04:002009-05-22T01:04:16.806-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/ShTh_mXJMTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/f-6a_tbQj2E/s1600-h/3550333662_200bef94d1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/ShTh_mXJMTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/f-6a_tbQj2E/s200/3550333662_200bef94d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139941086507314" border="0" /></a><br />• Toddler + couscous + peas = a sticky &amp; messy situation. Never again...<br />• Spilling a quart of brown paint on your tile floor is sad... but not as sad as instinct to run and get camera before cleaning it up! I resisted.<br />• Very rarely does bashing something with a hammer fix it. But it sure is fun.<br />• I had no idea that every time they play Happy Birthday on TV or in a movie they have to pay Warner Music Group $20,000. Good thing they don't go after us little people. I'b be out a few gazillion bucks.<br />• Spending all the grocery money on plants makes a girl hungry.<br />• Love the 'drop in/over' but must remember to dress like Oprah's coming a knockin'.<br />• Why do bugs think I'm delicious?? Too many bananas? I know, I know, I'm sweet.<br />• Dang, why is my horoscope so accurate? My Chinese horoscope? Oh and my personality profile? Pegged me. Nothing to hide.<br />• Not having call display is so retro. Remember when you didn't know who was calling? Like 20 years ago? Right. Retro.<br />• Not recommending putting flip flops in dishwasher.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3386238078304750802?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-35391377188243040722009-05-17T22:37:00.005-04:002009-05-17T22:58:45.082-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/ShDOA3YnFAI/AAAAAAAAACI/npzbmLd_lgc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/ShDOA3YnFAI/AAAAAAAAACI/npzbmLd_lgc/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336992072696534018" border="0" /></a><br />O--Did you know cows have 4 stomachs?<br />-Um, yes I did. Uuuuh.<br />O--I have two. One regular and a dessert one.<br /><br />O-- I'm hungry. Can I have my Chocolate bunny?<br />-Um, sure, is that going to fill you up?<br />O-- It's gonna fill me up with crazy!<br />O-- (1/2 hr later) I'm hungry.<br />-I thought your bunny filled you up.<br />O--Nope that was just my dessert stomach. Pickles please!<br /><br />O--I need a sweatshirt. It makes me sweaty though. That's why it's called a sweat shirt ya know.<br /><br />Owen was inside when I thought he was outside, I came in and said I was worried because I couldn't find him.<br />O--You thought someone stole me! You thought I didn't know the rules!<br />Smart boy.<br /><br />O--Mommy can you be nice to me today and not tease me?<br /><br />O--(crying) It hurts it hurts<br />-How much? More than a train running over your toe?<br />O--Yes<br />-More than a building falling on your head?<br />O--Not that much.<br />One Boo Boo Buddy coming up!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3539137718824304072?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-5318206427754690422009-05-13T03:22:00.004-04:002009-05-14T23:08:37.954-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sgs44JpFE5I/AAAAAAAAACA/XoOtcT00_0A/s1600-h/P1170669.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sgs44JpFE5I/AAAAAAAAACA/XoOtcT00_0A/s200/P1170669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335420720862532498" border="0" /></a><br />• If a 4 yr old boy insists on wearing his new sandals to bed you just go with it.<br />• When he complains he can't move his feet, you can say I told you so.<br />• When you have 2 grown daughters with no men in sight, you get furnaces running, fix bikes, hang mirrors, clean BBQ's and spew years of knowledge that otherwise would have been wasted. Thanks Dad!<br />• If the Optometrist says your child has the longest lashes he's ever seen on a man/woman or child, is it wrong to wonder if there's a contest you can enter him in... for money??<br />• Allowing chocolate cake before dinner gets you one more point towards Mother of the Year.<br />• What do you know I can ride my bike AND take pictures at the same time. Hey, it's tough being the Official Photographer of The Boys.<br />• If you nap after dinner and wake up when the phone rings a few hours later and then stay up till... oops it's 3am!! You should probably rethink your 'nap' timing. So quiet though.<br />• Quiet is good. Working on my clarity.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-531820642775469042?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-27426756093809394842009-05-08T23:11:00.013-04:002009-05-22T01:05:28.329-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SgUHr_hq9JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LY4QAobZNDo/s1600-h/2733766275_df398717f6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SgUHr_hq9JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LY4QAobZNDo/s200/2733766275_df398717f6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333677786058650770" border="0" /></a><br />This was a sheet Owen came home with for Mother's Day. And a petunia!! I'm assuming the teacher asked and wrote the answers...<br /><br /><ol><li>Your name is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lindsay </span>--Hey, shouldn't he know that's an e not an a?? Sheesh.</li><li>Your best friend is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Grandpa</span> --Aaaaw how cute. He is pretty cool.</li><li>Your favourite colour is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pu</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">rple</span> --Yep!</li><li>Your favourite food is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">All the food</span> --Um, what is he trying to say here??</li><li>Your favourite flower is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tulip</span> --Sure.</li><li>Your favourite outdoor activity is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lawnmower the grass, and I do some too.</span> -- Yes we have fun 'lawnmowering the grass' with the push mower...</li><li>Your favourite indoor activity is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">She doesn't do anything all day</span> --Okay am still laughing about this. At least he didn't say she is always on her computer or cleaning up!</li><li>Your favourite TV show is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thomas</span> --Well, I think that might be HIS favourite!</li><li>Your favourite thing to say to me is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">I love you</span> --This is true. I do say "Leave your brother alone!" quite a bit though!!</li></ol><br />Aaaah, words from a 4-year-old. Endless amusement.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">UPDATE:</span> </span>I asked O if he really thought I did <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTHING ALL DAY LONG (#7)</span><br />Here's what he said.<br />O--I was just joking... I wanted you to laugh. (Where does he get that from?!)<br />I asked "Did you tell your teacher you were joking?"<br />O--No I wanted it to be a secret. (laughing) Now I'm funnier than all my Grandpas.<br />Indeed!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-2742675609380939484?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-43636575042358575212009-05-06T17:14:00.013-04:002009-05-09T00:37:42.885-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SgIAjEH4GeI/AAAAAAAAABw/B5BZw3LRshw/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/SgIAjEH4GeI/AAAAAAAAABw/B5BZw3LRshw/s200/Photo+66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332825511162288610" border="0" /></a>O wearing my laptop case on his head.<br /><br />Same boy that is suddenly fussy about what he wears. Wears his <span style="font-weight: bold;">rubber boots everyday</span> and his<span style="font-weight: bold;"> winter toque in the hot sun</span>...<br /><br />On a non-related note he did say "Mommy you look nice today, actually." Will not read too much into the 'actually' part.... um ya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-4363657504235857521?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-420522972993991822009-05-05T20:42:00.011-04:002009-05-08T23:27:33.217-04:00• When someone tells you they have fleas, you immediately get itchy and rethink future visits. I have other friends with spare rooms, thanks!<br />• Trying to decide whether to obsess over my lawn or the ant armies circling the perimeter<br />• Horoscope says: In your home, try to impose discipline, otherwise you'll be the first to regret your free-and-easy attitude. Mwahhhaaahahhaaa. Look out O. No more Mrs. Nice Guy! Sure. Just one more cookie.<br />• Just knew the neighbours would make their way over to 'chat' once they saw my cute blonde handy-man working on my front steps and not He Who Shall Not Be Named.<br />• Was at grocery store looking at fish oil trying to remember what I read and why I had added it to my shopping list... It helps ADD and memory. Must remember to put back on list.<br />• Hey, if you don't want your ex, I probably don't either. Thanks for the thought though.<br />• Giving a 20 mo. old a sucker and then forgetting he has it as he walks around leaving sticky gobs of drool everywhere is uh, not so smart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-42052297299399182?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-60599353566687880482009-05-04T22:02:00.005-04:002009-05-06T23:19:40.360-04:00Just don't want to say what or what I wrote to win. Hee hee. But it's the third thing I've won through a blog... whoo hoo.<br /><br />My favourite was from <span style="font-weight: bold;">www.cheatymonkey.com</span> of course. $100 bucks worth of goodies from Pure+Simple. Delightful!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-6059935356668788048?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-8313063286126510242009-05-03T23:02:00.002-04:002009-05-03T23:02:59.953-04:00• Never apply lotion to feet and then rake in flip-flops.<br />• When you can smell burnt cookies out in the backyard that probably means they're ready (to throw out)!<br />• Letting a 4-yr-old cut the lawn with the push mower is not a bad idea<br />• Having a perfectly cut lawn is over-rated<br />• No matter how many times you rake, things will continue to fall out of the sky.<br />• If you nap late and wake up at supper time, you get to serve hot dogs for dinner and not feel guilty.<br />• TV shows that make me cry are stupid. Damn.<br />• Trying to work on the couch using a cushion as a mouse pad is really not very productive!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-831306328612651024?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-35216883833118793852009-05-02T21:10:00.013-04:002009-05-07T13:30:15.231-04:00O-My stomach is empty and my brain is full which is why I can't get to sleep<br /><br />O-You hurt yourself a lot.<br />O-You spill stuff a lot.<br />O-You play my games backwards.<br />-Thanks for the observations mister!<br /><br />O-Would you like it if a dinosaur crushed our house?<br />-Uh, no. (and I guess we should have that dinosaurs no longer rule the earth speech again)<br /><br />O- Your spirit is in your heart you know.<br />-(And a whole lotta love.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sfz3d_lZRWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kvjkn_NyWkc/s1600-h/Owen.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L2fvExlibo/Sfz3d_lZRWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kvjkn_NyWkc/s200/Owen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408153556370786" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-3521688383311879385?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650684056866376005.post-87766231482483177282009-05-02T20:03:00.008-04:002009-05-06T21:46:43.137-04:00• Never paint outside on a windy day.<br />• Wear a hat when painting with oil... especially on a windy day.<br />• Never paint something outside 2 hrs before major rainstorm.<br />• When washing windows using newspapers... wear gloves.<br />• Wear gloves when raking to avoid blisters.<br />• Don't bother to rake when the next few days will be windy.<br />• Keep an eye on dirt digging 1 yr old at ALL times.<br />• Remember that Trouble is his middle name.<br />• Four-year-olds are happy to just eat dill pickles for lunch and that's okay.<br />• You can have the boundless energy if you go to bed at a decent hour.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650684056866376005-8776623148248317728?l=lindseyjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LindseyJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14069085836704704231noreply@blogger.com1