Saturday, August 29, 2015

A post written/dictated by Monkey (sorry, Uncle Mark).

(The dictation is italicized and her typing is regular.  She chose the picture to upload.)

I love you. 

We love you, too. 

We love you. 

I love you. We are best friends. 


I love Mommy. 

I love Uncle Drew. 



gtrrredttfgfvbggv graeme gththyuggytt5

Emily emily

Samson has a cape on him. Like mine. 

mickey moouse trrrffgtgtgthtttttttthtyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Minnie Mouse. Goofy.

Friday, August 28, 2015

I bought a new Brita (and why it isn't red)

We're getting back in the swing of things at the Elsea household.  Back to work, shuttling the kids to my parents in the mornings, shuttling them back home in the evenings. Even though we've only been home a handful of days, vacation seems like a distant memory. Sigh.

We're going to soak up the rest that Summer has to offer (two more weekends at the pool) and prepping Monkey for preschool (new backpack and school supplies are needed).

We've had a taste of Fall this last week.  I say good riddance.  Give me back my Summer.

You wanna know what the highlight of my week was?

I bought a new Brita pitcher.  A shiny, green one.  A ten cupper!

Wanna see?

Be jealous.

I did not get a red one because 1. it was $2 more expensive and $2. I cannot purchase anything red without thinking "Someone is going to see this and think I bought it because it's red and I like Ohio State Football. I do not want to convey the message that I buy red things because I like Ohio State, because I don't. While I do like Ohio State, I'm not crazy for them, I buy red things because I like red."

There is nothing like refrigerator cold water. Nothing.

It had been 7-ish years (it may even pre-date our marriage) since I last purchased our old one. sI had that pitcher longer than any car. So this was kind of a big deal.

That's really it for this post. I just wanted to brag about my new Brita. The first three "paragraphs" are just filler.

Carry on.

Monday, August 17, 2015

To Grandma's House She Goes

Undies (on incorrectly):  ü
One kitten sock:  ü
Jellies: ü
Bag (of junk):  ü

I think that covers it.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Beach Reading

I used to have a goal of reading a book a day while on vacation.  That went out the window when Monkey was born.  The first summer we went with her I think I read two maybe three (in a week and a half).  Last year was a bit better and I maybe read five or six.

So far this summer I've completed one book. That's what having a baby does.

Despite recent history, I'm taking 8-ish books.  My goal will be five books.  I'll be thrilled to read three.

That being said, here's what I'm taking and in case you haven't realized it before, I don't do heavy stuff (almost ever).

This list will only interest my sister as she is a fellow British chick-lit reader.

The Sun In Her Eyes. I love Paige Toon so much. I will read this first.

I Remember You. My expectations are low for this one.

The Love Shack. I've started this book, just haven't been able to finish it (it's like there's a baby in our house or something).

Royal Wedding: A Princess Diaries Novel. After extensive (read: a quick google at B&N) research Emily and I found this is not YAF (despite our reading interests we don't normally do YAF).

The Royal We. If it gets in in time from the library.

Little Beach Street Bakery and The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris. I think I may like this author, if so there seem to be a few more.

Open Road Summer. Ok, ok, this is a YAF. But the author went to high school with C and I told him I'd read it in case he ever runs into her. I have this on my nook (I bought it because C knows her and I gotta support local artists).

I realize this is 8 books and I said I was going to take 8-sih. That's just a fluke. I'm sure a few more will be thrown in the book bag.

Monday, August 10, 2015

it's monday

A blog post so late?

She must be pumping.

She is.

I go through "ugh, I have to pump" ruts occasionally and am currently in one. I seem to have more than I did when pumping for Monkey. I blame it on busier schedules.

I know it'll pass.

Pity, party of 1, your table is ready.

In other news, I'm sick (this is such an uplifting post) and praying no one else gets it just in time for vacation.  I am currently battling it out with a rather resilient cold.  I'd say I haven't had one like this in a long time, but I probably have. I was able to take drugs in the past and currently cannot (see above).  Add a three year old who has enough energy to power the space station and a seven month old who thinks he can walk (he can't).

That being said, I asked Monkey for some space this weekend. You know, just a break from her jumping on my head.

She asked why. We told her I was sick. You would've thought we told her I had one week to live. There were many tears and suggestions of me going to the "hospible."

All that to say, packing for vacation is not getting done. My goal of coming home to a clean house (with folded laundry) flew out the window yesterday.

We did do fun things this weekend. Like two trips to the pool and two trips to the slushy store (again, see above).

Potty training is going swimmingly (watch, I just teed us up for a set back).  Someone (ok, it was me) had the brilliant idea of telling her that at our meeting with her teacher (orientation night) her teacher asked how she is doing on the potty and while she is doing very well, she needs to practice going on the big potty.

So now when Monkey has to pee we'll ask if she wants to sit on her Mickey Mouse potty or Minnie Mouse seat. She'll respond, "My teacher says I need to practice sitting on the big potty."

I swear she's an 80 year old stuck in a 29.6 pound body (still working on breaking the big 3-0).  Constantly asking for prunes, which car we'll take, and if she can drive. Lord help us when she's actually behind the wheel.

Let's see, what else.  Oh, yes, GMac has become a grunter when pooping. I'm pretty sure the entire block can hear him.  The first time he did it we were in the car and I had to check on him when we got to a red light. "Nothing to see here mom, just poopin'."

I'm going to end this pity party and check on my facebook "friends".

Later, gators.