Gentlemen's Quarterly? Think Again.

Is it just me or did anyone else read the actual Phil Robertson interview article in GQ Magazine? I wanted to read the thing, since it seemed that the entire media world had read it and had an opinion about it. But it was difficult to find. After extensive search combing through related articles however, I did find it, and now I wish I hadn't.

If you would like to read it, go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you.

Listen Closely

The day before yesterday I gave my Little Giant pancakes for breakfast. As you probably know by now, pancakes are pretty much my favorite food on earth. He feels the same way about them.

As we sat at the table, I had a feeling that he could choke, and felt like I should get out my CPR booklet and review what to do when a child is choking. It only took a few minutes, then the feeling left, and we went on with our day.

Then yesterday, we were enjoying an evening at the beach with our family. LG and I left the bonfire for a few minutes to go grab something from the car. There was some candy up in the front of the car, and as soon as my Little Giant saw it, he asked for some, so I gave it to him. It is a type of candy he eats often, and a favorite around our house.

As we left the car to return to the group, I picked him up and carried him in my arms, and handed him one more piece of candy. Then I heard him choking. I mean really choking. Immediately I turned him over and pounded on his back following the treatment steps for a choking infant. I gave him two back thrusts and screamed to my husband that our son was choking.

There was a shrill in my voice, that can only be described as motherly desperation. It was alarming to me to hear it in my own voice.

Word Vomit-Age Is Just A Number...Right?

For as long as I can remember, my Mother has not revealed her age to anyone. All through my childhood she maintained the position that she was 21 years old. I can remember strangers asking her age for various reasons and seeing her say with a straight face "Twenty One" without any further explanation or excuse. 

Valentines Day + Funniest Day On Facebook Ever

Happy Valentine's Day!

This is the first one in a long time that I didn't really celebrate. (At least today) For Good Reason.

Instead I spent the day with this cute little fireman.

Because the Rookie has all these Rookieish things going on this week, like intense studying and then a huge test, a 48 hour shift, and another huge DMV test to get his license to drive the Fire Truck.

Needless to say he has been a little stressed out and busy this week. So we decided to postpone our Valentines Day Celebrations until next week.

He even pulled me aside the day before Valentine's Day and warned me that he hadn't gotten me anything yet, and he didn't want me to be sad when I woke up the next morning and there was no secret gift waiting for me.

Good man.

I assured him that it was no big deal, that I wasn't expecting anything, (I really wasn't) and that our Valentine's Day would be on Monday. I then proceeded to tell him that the only thing I was planning to do for him on Valentine's Day, was to wake up early and make him breakfast before he had to leave to get things done.

Then in the morning when I tried to get up early, he stopped me from getting up, and said, that I didn't need to get up, that it was OK, and that I really needed my sleep. He was right. But I protested saying that I wanted to do something nice for him. (Wow, I really am nice under all that mean exterior, shocking isn't it?) But he assured me that he would rather that I get more sleep.

Better man.

So I happily went back to sleep, mumbling as my head hit the pillow, that I would do something nice for him on Monday. Then he got up, and left for the day.

Later when I finally woke up, I found this on my bathroom counter. Sneaky husband.

Word Vomit-Your Hair Looks Great!

Happy Word Vomit Monday!

The latest Word Vomit experience was submitted by a sweet girl who would like to remain anonymous. But don't worry, I know her story is legit. 

The Irony is Killing me

1. In the middle of watching Les Miserables in the theater, I suddenly realized that I was watching two Australians, arguing in English Accents, while pretending to be French. A little bit of the movie magic was lost for me after that.

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It's OK To Be Sick and Cry

Warning: Spoiler alert! If you are behind on seasons of Downton Abbey, this post might spoil a little something for you. So proceed with caution.

Now on to It's OK Thursday.

It's OK...

...that I sort of love when LG gets sick, because it is the only time ever that he wants to be held all day long. And he says cute little things like "Ah hode Mama" (I hold Mama) and "Up Peese" (Pick me up please).

...that the best thing I have ever taught him is to blow through his nose when I hold a tissue up to it. (Gross I know, but very helpful when you have a toddler with a cold.)

Word Vomit-Breaking A Universal Rule Of Conversation

Happy Word Vomit Monday Everyone!

There is a universal rule of conversation, which goes like this:

You do not complain to someone who has it worse than you.

For example. You do not tell a fat girl how fat you are. You do not complain to a new mother about how tired you are. And you do not tell someone in labor that they have no idea how much something hurt you.

There is a perfect example of this happening in this scene from Friends. (I apologize for the graphic details of labor contained in this scene, which you may not want to see if you are currently pregnant, or if you are not a fan of such things. So if you chose not to watch it, suffice it to say, that Ross breaks this universal rule of conversation.)

Clearly I understand this rule. But does my mouth know it? Obviously not...