Headaches, Turkey Dolls, and Spitting. How Random is That?

I have so much to do today that I swore I wasn’t going to blog. Kind of like the soup Nazi…”No blog for you!” But I can’t help myself.

So Emmy has perfected the art of spitting. She will take a huge gulp from her sippy cup and spit. She’s spitting on the floor, on the carpet, on the oven door, on the bed. Forget the dishcloth. Now she just rubs her hands around in the puddles. I look her in the eyes and sternly say “No spitting!” She even got a time out in her crib. Ha, ha, Mommy, time outs don’t work on one year olds!

We are having twelve people over for Christmas, and I wasn’t stressed out about it. Until last night. Ed started snapping at me, and I knew it wasn’t about me. He always gets really stressed out about Christmas. So I started to get stressed. I woke up with a huge headache, but massive amounts of drugs and caffeine are taking the edge off.

At least Lily isn’t stressed. Ever since I taught her how to make a turkey by tracing her hand, a “turkey doll” is the perfect gift for everyone!

Check out Keely’s random thoughts! She’s got some good ramblings over at the Un-Mom. All I have is a wet lap right now…thanks to the Random Spitter.


Random Thoughts with Accompanying Random Photos

I have taken a lot of random pictures while thinking, “Oh, I can use this on my blog!” The pictures don’t turn out very well, either because I’m not a great photographer or because my camera doesn’t take the pictures the way I want it too. Probably both reasons. Oh, well.

About a week ago our neighbor’s dog was barking furiously at something. Not usual, but I took a look anyway. Here’s what I saw:

The black smudge by the tree is actually a black squirrel. I’ve never seen a black squirrel in our area before. I’ve only seen them in Detroit, looking anemic with scraggly looking tails. This black squirrel looked really plump and had a really fluffy tail. I’ve been on the look out for him again, but haven’t seen him. Apparently their color makes them stick out and so they don’t have as good a survival rate at the other colors of squirrels. They are just a color variation of the grey squirrel. Now I’ve rambled on way to much about squirrels.

Here’s another random picture. Emmy and Lily actually eat their toast when I make it this way:I got this idea after reading Chester’s Way by Kevin Henkes to Lily. Chester and Wilson only eat their sandwiches cut in triangles, but Lilly shows them how to cut their sandwiches into shapes with cookie cutters.

Check out more Tuesday Random Thoughts on the Un-Mom!