I Am Special-Note To Self

Note to self- YOU HAVE MORE HAIR THAN A FIVE YEAR OLD LITTLE GIRL!!!


What do I mean by this, you ask? Well, if you have been on pinterest lately, or seen a million people posting and pinning images of sock bun curls, then you know how beautiful they are. I thought, sheesh! I got this! My hair is going to look gee-or-geous!

Isn't that beautiful? I'm sure you have guessed that is obviously NOT my hair. No. Not. At. All! I watched a tutorial the other day and was ready to go. However, she demonstrated on her little girl, not herself. So I followed, step by step of exactly what she did. I was so excited this morning to unveil my beautiful flowing locks. I was going to have the easiest, most beautiful curls.

So, I get up, and unravel my hair from this tiny little sock. That's right. Like I said, I followed step by step as in the video. She used a toddler sock, so I figured that since I have a toddler, I have a lot of toddler socks. Why did I think this? Lord, I question these things all of the time. So I unwrap my hair from this tiny little sock and just stared. Surely this can't be right. What the...????

Then I realized, Hello not five year old little girl! Use a bigger sock! Man am I blonde! But at least I can follow instructions, right?!???
I got to work quickly and started straightening my hair. But really, how did I think I was going to shove all of my hair in a tiny little sock and it actually look good??

I will try again. I will concur this sock bun thing. My hubby may be missing a few socks, but it will be done!

Where Is Nancy Drew When You Need Her?

Tonight was like any other night at my house. I am cooking dinner and Davis is playing with his new favorite toy that is Tupperware. My child will be the one that plays with the box the toy came in instead of the actual toy. I was actually excited about this meal because it was going to be me and Davis' first real 'meal' together. I was making chicken and ravioli. I'm making the chicken and cleaning things around the kitchen and Davis is still on the floor. By the time the chicken was done, it was still pretty early so I decided to cut it up and leave it on the counter for when I finish cooking everything later. Where I went wrong after I leave the chicken on the cutting board is beyond me. Are you guessing what I'm going to say? Davis and I go back to his room to read books and play for a little bit. No loud noises, nothing weird happens, no one bursts into my house starving. Four books later, I decided to go ahead and start getting the water boiling. Davis is back on the floor and I start scrubbing the cutting board and putting things away. Yes. Did you get that part? I was cleaning the cutting board! What in the world happened to the chicken?!? Being the space cadet that I was being at the moment (shockingly, I don't have these moments too often...maybe) I didn't even realize at first. I'm singing Disney songs to Davis (my new favorite station. Yeah, baby!) and doing my thing, when I go to reach for the chicken. What the hell? It's gone. Like, the chicken had come back to life and decided it didn't want to be eaten by me. I'm standing there in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the counters like it is going to magically appear. To make matters even better, I was on the phone with Michael telling him, oh yeah, I just literally lost my dinner. So I hang up to start looking around. Who looks for their food? Man, am I special! You name it, I looked there. The backyard, even. Why would my dinner have escaped to the backyard is beyond me. The washer, dryer, the cabinets, freezer, oven, even underneath my bed! My poor dog must think I hate him. I pried the poor thing's mouth open to smell his breath thinking he was the culprit. No, I can't blame him. And he's never eaten our food. Well Davis, no basil pesto goodness of chicken tonight. You get some plain ravioli. Not like he noticed. The kid would eat dirt and think it's a great meal! This is worse than when I was pregnant. At least then I would have found my chicken breasts shoved up in a cabinet or something! I am suffering from overly mommy brain times a million apparently.

And still over two hours later, I can not find the freakin chicken. Michael has called several times asking where it turned up. Yeah, um, no. I have no idea where I put it or what happened to it. Who loses food!?! Seriously? If you have Nancy Drew's phone number, or know how to get in touch with Inspector Gadget, please let me know. I'm sure I'll have some wonderful smells coming from somewhere when we get back from Colorado!

Oh S*@t!

When I say Oh Sh*#!, I literally mean that to it's full terms! So we are still in Tulsa and things are actually going quite well. Davis has been so good and patient. We have been in and out, and in and out of the car some more. He is hanging in there like a champ.

So yesterday, Davis and I went to see my best friend that lives not too far from where we are staying. (Fine, it's over two hours, but I really wanted to see her!) We had fun, though. We had planned to take Davis to a splash pad that is close to her house, but it looked like rain. Hmm....what to do. Ahhh yes, Natural History Museum. Okay, I can honestly tell you I have never been to a natural history museum in my life (doesn't interest me, got to be honest) but this place was actually pretty amazing. It was like a (very) mini version of the Smithsonian with the dinosaurs everywhere. Davis slept through everything. Guess he is like his mom and doesn't like the stuff already. (Poor kid hadn't slept all day and was so fussy. Him sleeping was the plan)

Now I think I know why the little guy wasn't sleeping and was so fussy. Oh Lord have mercy. I had the worst mom moment to date. Like, I want to crawl in a hole and die moment. Well, apparently Davis had explosive, erupting diarrhea and I did not know this. Maybe him whining in the backseat should have been an indication, but I thought he was just wet, and decided to keep on going and get back to the hotel. You're wearing a 12 hour nighttime diaper, little man. You got this! Umm, not so much. We get back to the hotel and I go to get Davis out of the car seat. All is normal. Not until we get on the elevator did I notice what happened. I switched hips to hold Davis and felt the warm nasty mush all over my arm. Oh good Jesus, kid. What did you eat?!? It is coming out of his clothes and all over his WHITE socks. Of course he is wearing all white, right? Well go figure there are about 20 soccer teams staying at the hotel and we aren't the only ones on it. This very sweet lady is talking to me and Davis. Oh he's so cute. I have a 9 month old granddaughter. I am not listening to a word she is saying. All I can think is I so hope she doesn't see what I am trying to cover. Surely she smells something. And she's still talking. Oh...please don't touch him! You may find a not so pleasant gift. If she noticed, she was so kind and didn't make a face. Or vomit on the elevator. Even get off on an earlier floor. Again, what did you eat kid? Wow! I don't know how I didn't notice when I got him out of the car, but obviously I had to get him inside somehow. I'm a mom, what do you expect. Surely this has happened to someone else?! Maybe? Okay, I'll take the trophy for this one. Just another day in the life of mom, right? Always an adventure! :)

We took a trip to the zoo today and had so much fun. I think Davis looooved it!


My monkeys :)
My #1 monkey! He's getting too big!!
Have a great weekend, everyone!