What's in YOUR mouth?

I always kind of wondered what people meant by the Terrible Twos. I figured tantrums. When Piglet was born, I knew he would never have those problems! He was such a good natured kid...laid back and easy going. Surely he would never have such issues! Chuckle.

I look at wee Pigpen and try to imagine him being a two year old and I just can't do it. He's just so dirty and sweet and loveable and cuddly and sticky. I'm sure some day he'll be just as cantankerous, but good grief. Hard to think it. But I know it's coming! I just hope Piglet outgrows first.

In case you have not personally experienced the joy of a two year old, I'll share a conversation I had with Piglet yesterday during his quiet time as I tried to ascertain weather he had ingested anything of danger. It was a delight for all involved.

Me: What's in your mouth?
P: I ate something.
Me: What did you eat?
P: What did YOU eat?
Me: Answer me. What did you put in your mouth?
P: What?
Me: Did you find something on the floor?
P: Froggy is on the floor!
Me: What did you put in your mouth?
P: In my mouth.
Me: Yes. What's in there?
P: What?
Me: Open your mouth, let me see.
P: Open your mouth!
Me: Did you swallow something?
P: Froggy eats flies.
Me: WHAT DID YOU EAT?
P: A stick off the floor. It was small. I'm okay.

There were probably about 9 more rounds of What's and What's in YOUR mouths that I won't make you read, but that's the gist. He ate a stick off the floor.

Hope everyone had a great weekend.

Blister in the Sun

Poor little Pigpen has to wear socks in a Georgia August. He can't keep bandaids on his wee toes and he scraped them up crawling around at our friend's pool the other day. Boo, hiss!

Not much planned for today. Uncle Daniel and Aunt Katie are in town, which excites Piglet to no end. This morning he greeting daddy at his door with, "I made you a present!" then he said that he wanted to tell Aunt Katie about the present that be pooped out and was on his bottom. There is a slight chance that this might be my kid afterall.

Gus has a new hobby around here. Though he is essentially lipless (I checked to be sure), he has developed the ability to extract liquid from sippy cups. Of course, he completely mangles them in the process, but it's his focus in life right now. We are down two sippy cup lids. Maybe it's time for Piglet to go to a regular cup


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Imagine and four hour pause. While running a couple of errands this morning, my upper back decided to seize up. Sigh. Have I mentioned my chronic sinus infection that I have battled this summer? When I was in NC a couple weeks ago, my allergies apparently kicked up and I got a spontaneous sinus infection, complete with fever. A week later, I went to the doctor and came home with an antibiotic, a steroid, and a new inhaler. Four days later, I'm still coughing and snorting green stuff. (TMI, sorry.)

Then, THEN! The back thing kicked in. I know it's from coughing and snorting. I'm afraid to move too much lest it cause Great Pain. I can't stand back pain, it's so debilitating to everything I do.

So, I'm going to just go wallow in that about now. Argh.

M-M-M-My Poker Face

Still no pictures. I'm lame, I know....go ahead and say it. I swear I will get around to it this weekend. Though my sister and brother in law will be in town, so maybe I shouldn't guarantee that. Hmm. Anyhoo...

Today started with a bang as Pigpen decided it was an early day and woke up at 7. Since Piglet was on a sleep in, I went ahead and hopped in the shower with Pigpen's face and nose pressed to the glass whining at me. Not at all relaxing, but we had a pool date at 10 and you know I simply must shave pre-pool, it's just a hang up I have.

Two poopy diapers later, we dined on a fine meal of waffles and peaches (Okay, I had coffee and a Toaster Strudel, sue me) and got ready to go. Taking two non-swimming kids to the pool is such an ordeal. A hassle. A chore! Goes something like this:

1. Tell Piglet to take off his clothes, but NOT his underwear!
2. Wrestle Pigpen out of his clothes down to diaper.
3. Tell Piglet to put his underwear back on.
4. Spray Pigpen down with sunscreen, not missing baldish head.
5. Order Piglet off of outside of stairs and spray him down. He proclaims the spray to be hot.
6. Pull Pigpen off of chair he is standing on to open and close shutters.
7. Hand Piglet swim diaper, trunks, and t-shirt, tell him to dress himself.
8. Wrestle Pigpen into same.
9. Turn to find Piglet with trunks on, rolled at waist, shirt on backwards, and crocs on wrong feet.
10. Call it good and head for car.

Prior to all of this, I had of course packed a bag with diapers, Pull Ups, wipes, towels, snack, sippy cups, bandaids, phone, Piglet's hat and sunscreen. I also had prepared Pigpen's float, Piglet's vest and swimmies, bag of pool toys, stroller, and a random pool noodle. Me, the boys, and all that stuff piled into the car to drive to our friend's pool. I prayed no one would pee, as swim diapers have no absorbent qualities, hence their abilities not to blow up in the pool.

The actual pool date is kind of a non-issue because after all that, it's not so bad. Except for Pigpen skinning his toes crawling on the concrete. Or Piglet pitching a holy fit because their water slide was closed and ours is always open. Or the utter fascination all the kids held when the pool fixer man climbed a ladder to repair the spraying palm tree which was broken. That was really the best part for them, I think.

Whew. Then I had the rest of the day and a home late husband to boot. Two babies, two dinners, two baths, two bedtimes. Hence, my need to sign off. But, aren't you proud I stopped to blog?

Boom Boom Ackalackalacka Boom!

I need to get cracking on some of those pictures. Thanks for the suggestions. Maybe that will be my project this afternoon while I amuse the youth. Said youth are having naptime right now.

Well, Pigpen has crashed. We skipped his morning nap in lieu of the pool this morning, so he is one worn out little piggie. I think he was asleep before I even put him down. Here's to hoping he didn't get overtired and wake up early. Piglet, of course, is not napping. He is, however, playing with his Lightning McQueen tractor tipping race car set that the Potty Fairy brought him for doing a great job at peeing in the potty. Thus far, he has requested one trip to the potty, two Kleenexes, water, and for me to remove some random object from his drawer.

It's amazing to me how the pool can make me so tired and not the Piglet. I mean, this kid was in the big pool by himself for about an hour while the rest of us (with normal children) played in the baby pool. Piglet swam all over the big pool - no one else was there - climbed up and went down the water slide maybe 10 times, and generally ran amuck for an hour and a half in the sun. Wouldn't you think he'd nap? Alas. He's working on cars right now. Soon, I'm going to let him out to watch Curious George just so he doesn't wake up Pigpen.

Pigpen, speaking of his name, currently has rather Pigpen-esque hair. Since he has fine, thin bird hair, I have to spray sunscreen on his head, which makes a big unfortunate mess. He also had a thick layer of 50+ on his fivehead which gave him sticky-up bangs, then he managed to get honey from his toast and some pear in the mix during lunch. Needless to say, that one will get a good head washing before we head to Target this afternoon.

Ah, the Target trip. When do you not need something at Target? Um, never? I'm in search of some Scotchguard today. We put together some new chairs on the porch and they came with white cushions. Are you kidding me? WHITE?! Please. That will last about a minute in this house. Pshaw, I say.

Oh! I have blog news. If you've read long enough, say....four years or so, you'll of course remember when the sink fell on my toe in the Mexican restaurant. Well! You'd think that would have all ended a long time ago, but out of the blue this past spring, the lawyer - who I think is pretty shady, think "The Texas Hammer" ambulance chaser type ads for you Dallas-ites- contacted me and said the case was going forward and the other side wanted me to come for a deposition. So I made plans to head up to Richmond and as soon as I got in the state, I guess the other side didn't think I could come because they thought I was still in Texas? - they decided to settle. So, allegedly (I'll believe it when I see it) I'm getting $4000 from the owners and $1000 from the inept plumber. I'm pretty sure the lawyer will take half and I'll get taxed on the other half and I'll wind up with about $200 and a real good feeling in my heart, but whatever. I think it's kind of stupid and frivolous anyway. But, interesting ending, no?

That's about all I've got today. I have some critical things requiring my attention, like two potties to clean and some dog heartworm medicine to administer. Party on, man.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.

I would like to point out that there are still no picture post suggestions. Just putting that out there.

I come to you live from my screened porch. It's my new happy place. Well, aside from the fact that I am allergic to Georgia and this is probably going to induce an allergy attack, it's really quite lovely to sit out here blogging away while Pigpen naps and Piglet digs happily in his sandbox.

It would be a nicer place if we could actually find the time to get the furniture assembled and maybe find a plant or two. Ooh! This might call for a trip to Hobby Lobby! Except that they have freakishly small carts and I'm not sure that Piglet could fit into the back of one. Hmm. Quandries abound.

Whoever invented the idea for an outdoor ceiling fan was a clever soul. And screens. That was a smart person too. See? Thoughts just float about in my brain, as they were moments ago when I was dusting and it's nice to have a place to put them. I really must get back into this. They might not be deep thoughts, but it's nice to get them out.

Piglet returns to preschool in about two weeks. He'll be going three days this year! It's so quiet in the neighborhood with all of the big kids back to school and just us preschoolers home. It's nice to have the pool all to ourselves! That's on tomorrow's agenda. Today, we grocery shop. Party on, I know. I lead a glamourous life. I look back on my old blog posts and feel the school stress oozing out of them.

I miss teaching. Our neighborhood school had their Open House a few weeks ago and I was struck with longing. I craved the smell of new school supplies and a crisp new bulletin board and desk tags. Oh....the desk tags. Little containers to hold papers, a wipe off calendar and the reading corner! Full of books and bean bags and lice! I miss school.

So, I called my old teaching buddy Aimee when this happened, and she quickly set me straight. She said to remember the parents and the administration and the meetings and the report cards and paper work. I shook of my sentimentality pronto and got my head on straight. It was a close call, but she helped me to focus.

I do hope to go back to teaching in some capacity when the boys are in elementary school though. It's a good time, teaching. And it makes for good blog fodder. Probably better than what I provide now.

It does seem that no matter what I'm doing, the central theme for this blog is poop. No matter where I go, poop seems to find me. Sigh. Well, I think it's time to squeeze in another chore before Pigpen wakes up. Maybe potties! Or sweeping! Ooh la la....

Ridin' Along in My Automobile.

Hello friends. Pals. Internet buddies? Buds. What's hanging? Just lately I've been feeling some bloggity blog urges. Also, just this week, two people have asked me where the blog went, so....voila! Here I am!

Some updates on the summer:

1. Piglet and Pigpen keep me really, really crazyinsanemaniac busy.

2. I am a sucker for Facebook in my down time and I fear that Facebook killed the Blogstar.

3. The problem with Facebook is the limited space in which to write. This is where I miss ye olde blog.

4. We went to the beach for a week in July....this was most interesting with two on the move creatures. Perhaps more on that later.

5. I just returned from a trip home to the 'rents for a week with both boys by myself. I got to go visit Eddie (overnight! squeee!) (thanks, mom!) and go to Raleigh for a day and see some new babies!

6. Um....I'm back home.

That's the gist of all of the updating. Another complicating factor this summer has been our addition of a screened porch on the back of our house. These Georgia mosquitoes were about to get the best of me. It wound up being about a seven week project during which Pigpen learned to nap through almost any piece of construction equipment. But! Now it's done and I have my own little outdoor paradise. With plugs, so perhaps I can blog?

Maybe I need some motivation to blog. Like, an M&M like Piglet gets when he pees in the potty. That's another update I need to do, I suppose. We are officially peeing in the potty, but not pooping. Word on the street is that's normal. Fingers crossed. Preschool starts in two weeks, and I have high hopes for peer pressure to help.

Oh, check this - I live in Georgia now. Yep, I just woke up one day and realized that I had moved. Strangest thing, but I don't remember last summer. I think I'll go read my blog from last year and see what that was all about.

Perhaps it's time for a picture post? I haven't done one in two years and it might give me some topics to get the ball rolling. If you have suggestions, please leave them in the comments. Otherwise, I'll just sit here and wallow in my loneliness.

If you don't remember what I'm talking about, click here for a refresher.