Smoking

First off, I have no objection to people smoking. I have been known to smoke on and off through my twenties but it never developed into a regular habit for me. I didn't mind when smoking was allowed in bars in NJ, I figured that was part of the atmosphere. What I can't stand is smokers that flick their cigarettes out of the car window. What the hell is wrong with you people? Does it not occur to you that you are throwing a rolled up piece of paper out the window that is on FIRE?! Are you not concerned that you may throw it into another car that has the window rolled down? Which has happened to me and it burnt the backseat of my car (god forbid I had any children in the car at the time). I seriously think that these litter offenders think that a cigarette is unlikely to set anything on fire. I am pretty sure that owner of the Chilis restaurant in Cherry Hill will disagree with you since it burnt down due to a flicked cigarette butt that landed in the mulched flower bed.
So do me a favor people, carry a cup of water in your car to throw your butts in (and if another cigarette lands in my car again, I will chase down that person and set your gas tank on fire with it). I thank you in advance.

Kiddie Dictionary

The things that my three year old says sometimes are too funny not to write down. I want to be able to remember the cute little things that she did ten years from now when she won't want to speak to me at all because I am 'uncool'.

1. 'Pooter' - Definition 'computer'. Example: "Mommy, where is my 'puter?" (yes, that makes me laugh hysterically every time she says it, very juvenile of me).

2. 'Glubs' - Def. 'gloves'. Ex. "I need my hat and glubs to go outside'

3. 'Boyce' - Def. 'Voice'. Ex. "I am using my inside boyce'

4. 'Snoot snacks' - Def. 'fruit snacks'. Ex. "Mommy, I went pee-pee, I want snoot snacks"

These are just a few words that are very cute when she mispronounces them. Ever since Leah has been born a lot of our conversations revolve around boobs. She is fascinated with the whole breastfeeding/pumping that I do and she likes to breastfeed her own baby as well (see picture). She also thinks that chocolate milk is what comes out of my breasts since that is the kind of milk that she likes. Here is a transcript of a recent conversation:

Morgan: "Mommy, you have big boobies"
Me: "Thank you Morgan"
Morgan: "I have little boobies"
Me: "Yes you do Morgan"
Morgan: "Daddy has boobies too"
Me: "(snickering) Yes, Daddy has boobies too"
Morgan: "Nanna has big boobies and Leah has little boobies"
Me: "That's true"
Morgan: "Milk don't come out of my boobies"
Me: "(holding back laughter) No, milk does not come out of your boobies"

This conversation would have gone on for a lot longer if the phone hadn't rang. I won't even try to describe the conversation that she tried to have with my mom about Daddy's 'pee-pee'.

Honesty

I received the award below from my friend Heidi and so here is my response:

Honest Scrap award:
A) First list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

So here's my list:

1. I only work three days a week but I still pay someone to clean my house every two weeks

2. Even after having two of my own, I still want to adopt a child

3. I eat healthy things about 80% of the time but I can stuff my face at Wendy's with the best of them and eat chocolate almost every day.

4. I always want everyone to like me

5. I have been known to yell at my 4 month old because she is a crier and sometimes I just can't hear anything.

6. I would probably be considered an easygoing person but have a terrible temper with a tendency to throw things at the wall.

7. I curse in front of my three year old because I just can't help myself sometimes

8. I am a good driver (no tickets in years and never an accident...knock on wood!) but I am a habitual back seat driver with my husband because I think he doesn't pay enough attention.

9. I am not good at confrontation

10. I am terrified to fly but do it anyway because I like to go different places and I want to be a good example for my kids.

I am afraid I don't follow enough blogs to send this to 7 bloggers...will have to find more followers!

The Vomit Streak.....

Yesterday we christened my youngest daughter, Leah. We had family and friends come over to the house after for lunch and Morgan was so excited that her 'friends' were stopping by. Unfortunately, at 6:30 in the morning Morgan wanders into our room and announces that she does not feel good and proceeds to throw up in the bathroom. This continued several times throughout the morning and so she had to stay home from the church even though she felt better by the afternoon.
This is the first time that I have had to deal with a throwing up child. Morgan has not really thrown up since she was a baby. It turns out that I am not much help. All I want to do is hide my eyes and put my fingers in my ears so I can't hear the sounds. Which by the way is what I have done in the past if Ryan is sick.
I don't really understand the whole throwing up thing because I have not had the pleasure of doing that since I was a really young kid (it's been 25 years!). How I have gone this long without a good upchuck is anyone's guess. Even drinking seriously obscene amounts of alchohol in my younger years hasn't illicited anything worse than the dry heaves.
This is one club that I am not in any hurry to join ever again.