It's a Dry Heat!

While I've heard the expression "It's a dry heat!" tons of times growing up here in Arizona, I never really appreciated the depths of its meaning until our vacation in Florida a couple of weeks ago. DANG! "It's a dry heat!" is right! Florida is green and lush, and surely a beautiful state, but I'll take a scorching hot 115 degrees with 7% humidity ANY day as opposed to 90 degrees with 90% humidity! Blech! It felt like you were breathing under water! I don't know how people live there?! And my hair!! I'm pretty sure I'd still still be a single gal if I lived there, for two reasons: 1) It's so muggy I'd never want to leave my house to meet anyone, and 2) Men would have taken one look at my hair and ran the other direction! I'm already "hair challenged", but there I was "hair hopeless"!

We asked my mom to go along to help us take care of Beth in the hopes that we could spend a day together at the Magic Kingdom and have a couple of evenings to ourselves as well. Well, in order to do this, I had been trying desperately to get Beth to take a bottle for six weeks prior. The week before we left she started to take one bottle a day, though still not without a struggle much of the time. My mom had only been successful at giving her one bottle and the other attempts resulted in a hysterical baby girl. No, really.....HYSTERICAL! You would have thought we were trying to get her to drink an acid solution of some kind. So, needless to say, we were in Florida for 5 days and 4 nights and she NEVER took a bottle. Stinker!

Regardless, we had a really good time! We spent a couple of days at EPCOT, one at Magic Kingdom, and an evening at Universal Studios. I felt kind of badly for Tom because I wasn't such a good sport all the time due to the feelings Florida's disgusting weather cultivated in me. I was also constantly worried about Beth overheating and trying to keep her out of the direct sunlight. Hard task! She was such a trooper though, and barely ever made a peep. We've got ourselves a good little girl. She was even a great passenger on the flights to and from Florida. Benadryl is our friend! :)

Overall, it was a nice trip, that I likely won't be making again! ;) I think our family will stick with what Disney has to offer us on the west coast.

Farewell, Tishy!!!

A couple of nights ago I walked across my kitchen to give our family pet, Tishy, a few morsels of food before bed. To my surprise, this is what I found...

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not much of an animal lover, yet oddly, I felt a little sad at Tishy's demise. And then I got over it! :) My only concern was how Beau might react and how I was to tell him. Do fish go to Heaven? Do we flush him? Bury him?

Well, after procrastinating for over TWO days I decided to bite the bullet and tell Beau. The dead fish in my kitchen was starting to creep me out!

Me: "Hey, Beau, I've got to tell you something."

Beau: "Yeah."

Me: "Tishy has died."

Beau: "Oh, let me see!" (said with a giddiness that unnerved me)

I lift him up to take a look at Tishy on the counter.

Beau: "Mom, why did he die?"

Me: "Well, fish don't live very long lives, and he was getting pretty old. It was just his time to go. We had him for a really long time, huh? Maybe we'll get another fish some day."

Beau: "Are you sure it's not because we didn't feed him?"

Beau traipses off to the living room to play. Tra-la-la!!

Hmmm...I guess I was worried for nothing.

Such the businessman!

I LOVE me a good back rub, so of course I've been trying to teach Beau how to massage my shoulders. Nothing better than your own masseur, right? Well, today, all 33 pounds of him was squeezing the tops of my shoulders as hard as he could. It was actually feeling really good so I told him what a great job he was doing and how I should give him a dollar for his hard work. He continues to squeeze with all the super hero strength he can muster, pride and confidence abundant, and we have this conversation....

Beau: "Mom, I'm still doing a good job, right?"

Me: "Yes, Beau, I love it! It feels really nice. I might have to make you my official back rubber."

Beau: "Do you think you should pay me two dollars then?"

He DOES understand me!

Beau has been getting pretty demanding lately and I've said to him on several occasions that he does not tell mommy what to do, he asks me. Every time, after saying this to him, I wonder if he's even understanding my point or just appeasing me by saying, "Okay, mommy!", because he knows by the tone in my voice that he's done something I'm not pleased with.
Tonight, on our way to my mom's (Grammie's) we had this conversation:

Beau: "Mom, how about next time I spend the night at Grammie's house?"
Me: "Well, you should ask her."
Beau: "How about I tell her?"

Turkey!!! :)

Just because I can!

Yesterday was one of those uncharacteristic weather days. It was overcast, a little rainy, and extremely windy. Exciting times in the land of perpetual sun and sweltering heat! I was so excited that I could dress Beth in this cute little outfit with a matching hat. She was only able to wear it one other time and it's such a shame because it's adorable.

On her onsie it says, "Thank Heaven for little girls!" I thank God every day for her! I just love this little girl!

They weren't just cool in the 70's!

We live in a VERY small 2 story home for our family of 5. It's just under 1600 square feet, which might seem like a lot to some, but when you consider that our main living area, in which we spend 90% of our time each day, is only about 20X20, it can get a little cramped with 2 energetic boys and a baby.
So, I was on the phone with my mom today while she was shopping at Target and what does she propose we get for the boys? Bean bags! 2 of them! We don't want them fighting over one lone bean bag now do we?? Admittedly, I agreed that she should get them, knowing well enough that we have no room for such an item in our home, much less 2!
Well, lo and behold, the boys LOVE them! They've been jumping all over them the entire evening. Who knew? Beau even asked me if he could take his up to his room tonight and sleep in it. I told him no, he needed to sleep in his bed. He asked if he could put it on top of his bed and sleep in it that way. Again, I told him no, but maybe he could nap in it tomorrow. Tears ensued, I felt like a mean mommy, and now I'm sitting here wondering why I didn't just let him. Gah!



Maybe I should have gotten one for Beth, too! :)

Happy Anniversary to Us!!

It was our 6th anniversary this past Sunday, May 4th!
Too bad neither of us realized it had even come and gone until 11 o'clock at night...2 days later!
A house full of vomit and diarrhea will do that to you, I guess.

On a brighter note, for our anniversary Tom ordered me a new laptop. It's a Dell something or other. The important part is that it's the "blossom" design and a pretty purplish-pink. Pinkle? Anyway, so pretty and girly. It should be here any day now.

Here it is...arrived just minutes after I posted....

Ain't she purty?!?!
Happy Anniversary to ME!