Monday Mumbers

Created by Good Enough Mama.

7 The number of days my husband will be out of town (state!) this week.

.00001 The percent chance I'll still be sane when he returns home.

0 The number of teeth Ollie has, although who knows how many he's working on.

3/4 The amount of a bottle of Motrin we've been through in the past week (after trying all my usual natural/homeopathic remedies).

4 The number of hours I slept last night, despite Motrin, and definitely not consecutively, but more like in 30 minute intervals.

3 The number cups of coffee I've had so far this morning.

0 The amount of shame I feel as I shamelessly brag about Ollie crawling again. If you haven't already, go watch the videos. Isn't he a cutie?!

9283 The number of times I've cursed at our slow dial-up after being spoiled to my mom's high-speed.

11 The number of new cloth wipes / washcloths I listed yesterday.

5 The number of new Owie Bags I also listed.

14 The number of sales I need to reach 300. Hoping to make it by the end of the month.

23 47 52 76 The number of times I've been interrupted so far writing this post.

12 The number of typos and spelling errors FireFox has so lovingly found and underlined for me.

100 The percent of randomness this post contains. Sorry. I'll try to form some more coherent posts in the next few days.

Monday Mumbers

0 the number of times I’ve done Monday Mumbers before, so bear with me as I get the hang of it. I originally saw it on Pancakes Gone Awry and Three Channels , but seems they snagged it from Good Enough Mama (which is where I snagged that snazzy graphic!)

3 the number of blogs in the above sentence that you should go read.

26 the number of kbps my dial-up internet is connecting at, which is half the speed regular dial-up. Which is why I’m so far behind in reading/commenting on everyone else’s blogs.

38 the number of meltdowns Isaiah’s had over me changing him, whether it be a sopping wet shirt from a juice accident, or a nasty poopy diaper that’s already turning his bum bright red.

19 the number of times I’ve let Isaiah wear an absolutely filthy clothes to bed to avoid a fight.

912 the number of ooey gooey boogeys Oliver’s nose has produced.

50 the percentage of aforementioned ooey gooey boogeys that end up smeared on me.

3 the number of bowls of spaghetti my mom convinced an also-sick Abbie into eating, by telling her they were worms, and she must eat them all to be able to fly like a robin. (She also encouraged the kids to eat with their fingers- thanks mom!)

8938819383 the number of times I’m grateful for not only having such a wonderful mom, but that my children get to grow up with such a wonderful Abuela (as she likes to be called. She says she’s too young to be called “grandma”).

4 the number of days until my mom’s mastectomy.

928472474 the number of positive thoughts I’ve already sent her way, envisioning her to be cancer-free very soon

7384 the number of times I’ve thought to myself CANCER SUCKS, both on behalf of my mom and sweet Taylor.

27 the number of minutes I’ve spent staring at this screen, trying to come up with a way to end this post.

1 the number of times it took me almost falling of my chair as I’m nodding off to sleep before deciding to just say g’night!

10 Things My Kids Will Never Hear Me Say

Shamelessly stolen from Inspired by Three Channels and Pancakes Gone Awry, here are 10 I'll never say to my children.

* Oh, you don’t like the dumplings in the chicken & dumplings I spent all evening making? That’s alright- just throw them across the kitchen, one-by-one. They do look like little balls, after all.

* I’m a little hard of hearing. Can you please repeat yourself over and over and over again? Even when I’m pouring a glass of milk RIGHT in front of you, you should go ahead and ask another half dozen times, just to make sure I heard you.

* Little more… little more… liiiittle more. There, that should do it! Thanks for helping pour the dish powder.

* I like it when you mindlessly dump all the toys out onto the floor, followed by all the coats, shoes, books and diapers. The floor looks so bare, otherwise. Plus, I’m a bit of a thrill-seeker, and find delight in nearly breaking my neck by skidding across the floor when I step on Thomas the Train.

* You bet my nipples are detachable. You just need to clamp down harder while nursing. Doesn’t hurt at all.

* You’re right. Oliver does look a little young for his age. I think drawing a mustache on him with fireplace soot is a great idea!! (I mean, it worked so well when you wanted a unibrow).

* Behind the couch is an excellent spot to relieve yourself. Nevermind the living room smelling like an outhouse- wee away, little man!

* Sure, go ahead and finish off the remainder of brownies. I mean, just because I made sure to use dairy-free butter so I could indulge, doesn’t mean I actually wanted some. And besides, 9pm is an excellent time to induce a sugar high!

* I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand what you were saying in your normal, sweet, little-girl voice. Next time, try whining more. More? Heck, I mean constantly! Whine, whine, whine. I love whining. The louder, the better. Bonus points for when we are in public.

* Remember last week when you snuck into my purse and dug through my wallet? Yeah, that was funny. Especially how you took out only my debit cards, making me become paranoid, thinking they were possibly stolen. I had a blast searching the whole house, and couldn’t stop laughing when I pulled them out of the hole in the subwoofer speaker, along with a day-old peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Hi-lar-i-ous!

What things would YOUR kids never hear you say?

I'm a coconut? You're a coconut!!

Let's do a meme, shall we? Not only to break my posting hiatus, but to proof Elizabeth right. :)

Five Names You Go By: 1. April 2. Mommy 3. Mama 4. Tortuga (spanish for "turtle", my Girl Scout camp name) 5. Coconut (Abbie's been obsessed with coconuts later, and has taken to randomly calling me a coconut, thinking it's the most hilarious thing in the world).

Three Things You’re Wearing Right Now: 1. Purple PJ pants 2. Purple PJ top (2 sizes too big, but makes it easy to nurse in) 3. Uh-oh. Other than my unmentionables which I won't mention, that's it. I don't wear socks around the house, no jewelry at the moment. I put lipbalm on earlier, can we count that as numero tres?

Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment: 1. Adult conversation. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I just mean I want to talk to someone about something other than Oswald the Octopus and why we need to wipe properly.) 2. A huge bowl of ooey-gooey, made with REAL cheese, lasagna. This dairy-free thing is starting to get old.

Three People Who Will Probably Fill This Out: 1. Angie 2. rainbowmummy 3. Amy

Two Things You Ate Today: 1. Turkey bacon 2. Leftover chili and cornbread

Two People You Last Talked To On The Phone: 1. My mom, just to chit-chat 2. Isaiah's speech therapist to confirm our home visit this week

Two Things You Are Going To Do Tomorrow: 1. Make paper bag puppets with the kids. 2. Start working on a custom order for a gift set (lovey, bib and burp cloth).

Two Longest Car Rides: 1. When hubby and I drove down to New Orleans, passing through all the coastal states from here to there. 2. My mom, sister and I took a week-long roadtrip up to Canada. I forget how many miles it was total, but definitely a *lot* of driving. Abbie was only 5 months old at the time, but did really well (for the most part... some miles seemed a lot longer than others, though).

Two of Your Favourite Beverages: 1. Sweet tea 2. Root beer and cream soda (it's a tie, please don't make me chose between them)

Two Phrases You Said Today To Your Kid That You Wish You Could Take Back: 1. "Yes, you can have a fruit bar after your nap" - There were no fruit bars left. Oops. 2. "If you don't pick up your toys RIGHT now, I'm going to start putting them all in the trash!" - Bad momma moment. :(

Thanks for being so patient during my spells of infrequent blogging, as well as for your heart-warming comments. They really mean a lot to me. I hope to be able to blog more this week. It just seems either I'm trying to nurse a very wiggly babe (doesn't make for very efficient typing), or the older kids are shrieking and running around, making it very hard to even think straight. In addition, I've been very busy with sewing and working on custom orders. Plus a bunch of other personal stuff, which I won't even begin to get into.

Blah, I'm so tired, I can't think of a coherent way to end this. Nighty-night. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, *thud*

Tag, I'm it!

Hello all. I've been busy chugging along on custom orders, as well as halloween costumes. I have Isaiah's pirate costume finished, and as well as a "practice" mermaid costume for Abbie (at $7/yard, I wasn't going to waste the shimmery green fabric we picked out). It's a good thing I did, as I'm going to have to alter the pattern for my little shortcake, though, before starting on the real one.

Anyways, TAG, I'm it! Cali, aka blkitalianpride75, tagged me and now I must share 7 random things about myself.

1) My birthday is April 13th. My brother is also born on the 13th (of November), as were several other people in my family. It's my "lucky" number. 2) I hate soggy stuff. I gag when dumping out the remnants of the kids' cereal bowls. I hardly ever eat cereal myself because of this. I'd rather crunch it dry, and chase it down with a glass of milk. 3) Speaking of... I've been dairy-free for almost 2 months. I miss cheese. :( Ollie is doing a lot better, though, and hasn't had any choking spells in quite a while. 4) I've never cleaned under the fridge. *shudders* 5) I still love to color in coloring books. I use Abbie as an excuse. 6) This past week, someone asked me Oliver's middle name, and I couldn't think of it! I ended up telling them Isaiah's middle name (Lincoln), even though I knew that wasn't right, but didn't want to look like an idiot by saying "I dunno". And what's sad is that it's my husband's name (Thomas)! 7) We might be getting a kitten next week. Like I need another creature to clean up after. But he's SOOO cute, and he's from the litter of a stray cat, so he needs a good home. Geesh, I'm such a sucker.

Sorry if the above made no sense. I'm running on very little sleep. Maybe I'll get a nap today. HAHAHAHAHAHA, I crack myself up.

I'm going to tag the following people...

Nodin's Nest AMK Stitches BeansNTatersMama