Heads are Overrated...

I don't have much to say about this, however, I'm just concerned that we are sending out the wrong message with these mannequins.... I mean, why can't they have heads?  It is because you are supposed picture yourself in said apparel?  I'm not really sure, but, what I do know is that it's creepier than all heck to walk through Younkers with these head-less creatures all around you that I'm too fixated on the fact that they have no heads to actually look at their clothes.  I mean, look at the kid mannequin!  What head-less 4 year old have you ever met that has gangly arms and size 1 feet.  Creepy I tell you.

Next on the agenda...Our BINGO habit.  Josh and I are self-proclaimed "Old People"  Our idea of fun is going on a cruise and playing a good game of BINGO.  Seriously, I don't how old people can handle the action.  The adrenaline rush you get when you are one number away from BINGO and all you need is O-75 and the caller calls 0-72 is like none other.  Just ask the old lady at the table next to us last weekend at our Sunday afternoon bingo session.  She was onl

y playing 42 cards at a time that day, I kid you not.  I managed to snap this shot of her set-up while she was up getting a hershey bar.  These people are out of control.  Maybe we go for the people-watching just as much as we're hoping to win big bucks.  I really thought a couple of times that this lady was going to strangle "Frank" the BINGO caller if he didn't call G-54 one game.  I know this because after every number called she thought it would be appropriate to tell the other woman sitting next to her every number she still needed on every card, just incase she was wondering.  At least she doesn't have 500 trolls sitting across her table for luck, because she obviously thought the numbers were in the hands of Frank because she obsessively, after every number he called told Frank she was going to kill him if he didn't call the number she needed next.

Who needs Disney World when you can go to Target...

Every 2 1/2 year olds favorite past time is to go to Target right?  I mean, spending $108.00 to finally win a toy worth $0.38 at Chuck E Cheeses is lame compared to all the fun to be had riding in a big red shopping cart.  

Today, we had the world at our feet.  So many things to do in town with no plans to hold us back.  We asked Nathan when he woke up what he wanted to do today.  The Zoo? The Science Center? An Art Festival?  No....He instantly replied "I want to go to Target".  He must have been dreaming about it!

So, off we went to Target.  You should have seen his face light up as we turned the corner.  It was like we were at Disney World.  He actually made up his own "We're going to  Target" song to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  It's amazing. You should hear it.

The wind was blowing through his hair as we zipped up and and down the isles.  He giggled and yelled "weeeee" while I picked up packages of meat over and over as they fell out of the top part of the cart since any groceries in Nathan's part of the cart would cramp his style.  

We spotted the free sample lady and noticed it was the last sample on the table.  I knew I'd really have to act interested in bear-shaped cheese crackers to get the sample and get away from the table as fast as possible.  I think that's the worst part about free samples, you feel obligated to pick up the box of whatever it is they are trying to sell you, pretend to be amazed at the low calorie content, take a coupon that you don't intend to use and act like you are on your way to grab a box of said food item only to then duck down the canned food isle when she is talking to the next victim to avoid a dirty look from the sample lady.  Too much work for a free sample in my opinion.  Aside from that, today's outing was pure bliss...

Anyway,  I realized today that I don't need to spend money on expensive trips to amusement parks, or buy my kid lots of toys to make him happy.  All we have to do is take a trip down the street to Target....Where they have more red shopping carts than your heart would ever desire, free day old cookies for kids, the occasional run-in with a friend and people-watching galore.  

Apparently, Dreams really do come

 true.

6:00am Fun!

It's 6:00. "Mommy, I have poop in my diaper!" Ahhh...the sweet constant reminders that the job of Mom never ends.  "Sheryl help me, Nathan won't put a diaper on and he's peeing on the towel".  Thanks, Daddy, just what I wanted to hear on my day of relaxation!  Well, we are only 3 hours into the day and it's already been a long one!  More time to enjoy Mother's Day, I guess!  Happy Mother's to each and every Mother out there.  I feel your pain!

Why am I blogging?

So, here I am, on May Day writing my first blog.  A good day for new beginnings.....I guess.  I figured it was about time since the Doc has started blogging about his side of the story.  I haven't yet decided if I am going to go the route of trying to be witty or just tell the stories as they come, but, either way I'm sure there will be some humor.  Most of the time humor is at my expense, so maybe there will be more crying.  Anyway......A friend mentioned that I should be writing down all of these moments so that I won't forget them.  Well, as Nathan is yelling at Mickey Mouse on the TV in his loudest voice to STOP doing the "hot dog dance", I guess I thought it would be a good time.