Wishing you a Fabulous 2014!!!

I just completed another project in the "Dancing With Your Dreams" class I'm taking.  (I LOVE this class, by the way!!!)  Hiding under all those fabulous colors are my dreams for myself, my family, my life.  They're all cozy, warm, and safe under a layer of fun and whimsy...ready to grow, grow, grow. 

I'm not one to ever do resolutions, so this project was pure perfection for me. I think there's a lovely power in putting things in writing and visual form.  Bliss!


Wishing everyone a fabulous 2014...may it be full of fun, love, friendship, whimsy, adventure, creativity, and anything else your heart desires!

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Toilet Lid Up or Down?

Our kitten loves the toilet.  By "love" I mean that he grooves on it as a source of water, he plays with it with his paws, and he occasionally slips all the way in and takes a very brief bath.  Very.  He's seriously convinced that it was placed there just for him.  It's disgusting.

Now we humans in the house have a new rule as a result of all this.  Always flush the toilet.  Always put the lid down.  These rules, as the only female human in the house, make me very, very happy.

While we've proven ourselves to be fairly abiding of the flush rule, there's definitely some failures on the lid down rule.

So this scene happens...a lot...and not just to me.


• Go in to the bathroom.
• Sit on toilet.
• Do business.
• Stand up.
• And only then realize that the seat was wet.


What is it about standing that activates our moisture sensor while sitting does not?

continued...
• We remember to put the seat down.

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Classically Conditioned Kid

My little guy told me the other day that I was beautiful.  Unprompted!  Not that I prompt him to do so...OK, I have...but not this time.  I chalk it up to a Pavlovian thing.  Here's the deal.  For many years now I've required my kids to say something nice about me if they want me to make them a non-meal-time meal.  I mean they're asking me to stop what I'm doing to basically do something they could totally do for themselves.  So I'm perfectly reasonable, right?

Well, yesterday when my kid asked me to make a sandwich, he blurted out, "You're beautiful!"  I think it actually popped out before he'd even had a chance to consider the words he was about to utter.


Me:  "Why, thank you.  Same sandwich as always?"

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I Done Got Hip Checked

I got hip checked today.


Little guy:  "Hey mom, have you heard this song before?"

Me:  "No.  I like it."

Little guy:  "Here, I'll play you some more of their songs."

Me:  "You're the reason I'm so hip.  You keep me current."

Little guy:  "You're not hip. And don't say 'hip'."


..and I suppose his honesty would hurt if it were the slightest bit true.  Good thing it's so totally not!

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Weirdness

Anonymous child of mine:  "Why are you being so weird?"

Me:  "What do you mean?  I'm always weird."

Anonymous child of mine:  "No you're not.  Dad is."


I'm not sure if I'm proud or if I feel I've been dethroned.

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Putting it on the Line

I have to admit that my kids are rather used to being spoiled in the laundry department.  As far as they're concerned, the laundry fairy shows up most of the time and delivers piles of neatly folded laundry.  I figured they rather dug it like that, so I was blown away when my big guy said something to me today when I was hanging some jeans on our clothesline.


Big guy:  "Are you going to start using the clothesline again?"

Me:  "Just a little.  I always lay off in the winter."

Big guy:  "Well, I like when clothes are hanging out here so I can just go outside and take what I want to wear off the line."


I really dug it...and somehow I think one of his fond childhood memories will be of his mom hanging his clothes to dry.  Pretty groovy.

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Santa Strategy Fail

I actually tried something last night...something I'm pretty sure I never even tried when my kids were little.  I hope I didn't, anyway.  You see, the little guy's room was a disaster.  Disgusting, really.  Stuff everywhere, seemingly half of our dishes strewn about his surfaces, and the place just had a smell.  A bad one.  So, after many nice reminders to clean it up, I pulled out the big guns.


Me:  "Santa Claus is watching you.  You better clean that room."

Little guy:  "Let him watch me."


That's what happens when your kid is fifteen, they're no longer a believer, and they're a smart aleck. 


Me:  "Watch me not give you any of your presents tomorrow."

Little guy:  "OK, gee, mom."


That's what happens when your kid is fifteen, they believe your threat, and they give up being a smart aleck for just a moment.


Score?

Mom:  1...I got my way.
Kid:  1...He got to have presents (and a clean room).
Santa:  0...Sorry big guy, can't even give you points for trying.

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