A friend and I were discussing babies, sleeping, and the fact that both my Varmint and Critter slept with me until they were well into their toddler-hoods. Their dad and I believed strongly in attachment parenting.
And they are well and truly attached!
That discussion prompted me to go back through some of my older photographs. I found this oldie, but goodie, of my Critter when he was a wee one.
Now I ask you….
What mother would NOT want to sleep with that all the time?
“Maxwell” the moose has gotten his Halloween Costume together before any of the rest of us mere mortals. All 9 feet of him is covered in ghoulish spookiness.
Brrrr! Gives me the chills!
I was recently introduced to this and I love, Love, LOVE it. I hope you will too!
love,
Mama B
We were DOG tired tonight after a full day of WORK. And not the kind of work where you get a paycheck at the end of it, either. It was yard work, rental house fixing work, mud-pit project work. (remember the mud pit?) I started the day making breakfast for My Captain, taking care of the chickens, and then off to the rental house I went – and there I stayed – painting from 10:00am to 7:00pm.
WITH NO BREAK.
Except for when I peed, and I’m a fast pee-er, so that doesn’t really count for much.
When I came home, I was ready for DINNER. …and wouldn’t you know it, My Captain had not slaved away for me and had my meal ready, as I did for him, earlier this morning?! The DOG!
He made up for it and then some, because he took me out to dinner.
We were too tired to go far, and our little town of Poolesville, Maryland has been undergoing a rather harsh economic crisis…so there are few choices for a sit down meal.
Lucky for us…BASSETT’S is an old town favorite restaurant that just got a new chef!
We sat down out in the charming patio and My Captain ordered his libation. He’s a beer lover, that man, and so easy to please. See the happy boy with beer in hand?
You’ll note my Blue Hawaiin in the corner there…mmmm…tasty!
We ordered our meal from the Chef’s Daily Specials. And believe it or not….this new chef, Michael Queen, is an Army Veteran…a true Patriot. I knew that no matter what we ordered, it would taste like FREEDOM! (Ok, ok, so that was hokey. But don’t you think it would make a great Country Music song?)
I tried his Cajun Baked Tilapia, with Rice Pilaf and Green Beans. It was cooked perfectly. PERFECTLY. Moist, tender, and just spicy enough to keep me sassy. (And by sassy, I mean my nose ran). It was delicious. Truly it was.
But I have to say….I wish I had ordered something else….
….My Captain’s Meatloaf.
Because, you see, it was delicious beyond compare.
I know this because I helped myself to it several times.
My Captain was too much a gentleman to stab me with his fork, God Bless him. I sure do love that man.
So I shared my Brownie Sundae with him. Because I’m loving like that.
And being loving like that has its rewards……
Bassett’s in Poolesville, Maryland….with its new Chef, Michael Queen. Give it a try today!
I’ve been so dagnab busy, my brain is addled.
It started when I woke up (it’s Friday) and thought it was Saturday. I got that all straightened out, and then I put my bra on backwards. For those of you who wear bras, you know that when you put it on and find out that the hooks are all wrong, you have to take the whole ding-dang contraption off, and start all over again. This is not only time-consuming, but it will get you muttering to yourself in short order.
So I’m putting my bra on for the second time, only to make the exact same mistake.
So I’m putting my bra on for the third time…..
I had cats meowing for food, the phone ringing, the dryer dinging, all while I was making beds and scooping and bagging cat poo from the litter box, and taking the trash out and gathering stuff to bring with me in my car for the day’s errands.
I was busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest.
I finally got out of the house, shut the door while juggling a multitude of various things in my arms, dumped it all in the front seat of my car, and away I went.
First stop: a friend’s chicken coop. Yes, we’re hen-sitting again. Only when the kids are in school, that translates to “I” am hen-sitting again.
When I finished with that, and got back in the car to go run errand number 2, I noticed the car smelled, well….off. Yucky. Poopie. I was driving, so it was difficult to look down at my feet to see if I’d brought some chicken poo in the car with me. The smell was pretty darn gross, so I opened the windows to gulp down some fresh air, and at the first available stop light, I got out of the car and checked my shoes.
(To the guy driving the truck behind me who laughed and honked: “Bite me.”)
There was nothing there. NOTHING. But my car sure as heck didn’t smell like NOTHING. It smelled like POO!
I ran several more errands, and every time I got back in the car, it made me want to gag. I checked my shoes, I checked my pants, my seat, my steering wheel. Nothing. Baffling.
The whole day, I was driving the Poo-Mobile.
When I got home, many hours later, and began unpacking my car of all the things that needed to come back in, I found it.
The bag of cat-poo I’d scooped out of the litter box this morning.
It was in my hands with everything else I was juggling as I was leaving. I’d meant to throw it out, but it just got tossed into the car with everything else. I’d driven around Montgomery and Frederick Counties in Maryland with my cats’ poo all day.
And somehow, knowing my arrogant little kitties, I think they would find that hiLARious.
The lesson to take away from all of this is not “Slow down.” or “Don’t get too busy.” or “Make the kids’ do their own damn chores.”
No, nothing so complicated. The lesson is simply this:
“If something smells like poo…..it probably is.”
And that little nugget of wisdom, my friends, is yours, free of charge…
….because I love ya.
Mama Boe 