Dinner time

We all have grand ideas. Our kids will be talented, successful and all that jazz. I am of a thought he will be who he will be and I have a rather good feeling about it. Lucky for me little J rarely disappoints. He is great to be around and lots of fun. But dinner time is… Perhaps a little bit of a let down. Granted this is a sore spot for husband and I since we are a tad snobby about food, really enjoy cooking(him) and eating(me) and want to celebrate the day by eating as a family.

But Little J has it figured out. At the table is his five minutes of fame. He puts on an Oscar worthy performance and switches scenario on us daily so we can’t anticipate and react accordingly. The end result is us trying not to laugh, then us begging and pleading and then saying things and making promises that you would cringe if you heard. Somehow we make it thru every night and there is always a desert at the end. Not as a reward mind you but more as a consolation prize. Thank you for participating, in your face mommy resolutions and well done three year old for making us beg to eat what I bet you liked to begin with.

Yep, we always had grand ideas about our family and at dinner time we are grand indeed…

Cold season

I have a cold. But it is not common like the other ones I had this season. My Grandma always says a cold will last a week if you do something about it or seven days if you don’t. Just based of that I have caught a mutation. There are other reasons that lead me to believe I have something special: the lack of symptoms for one, the jumbled up sequence of events and the overall surprise factor everyday. But there is one thing that is consistent. Every evening it worsens. So I decided to call it the fancy doll cold, after those toy dolls that close their eyes when you lay them down. Because as I lay down my nostrils shut down and I can’t breath through them. Then to add insult to injury an awful tickle appearsĀ in my throat and makes the last usable airway unhappy. As they say we learn from experience so after a few miserable nights I have now learned to avoid going to bed.

In all of this I created my blog. So in conclusion colds are a great way to jump start my blogging!! But please while you read this feel a tiny bit sorry for me…

Let the journey begin

Every mom thinks her offspring is special. And we love talking about them. I also have a huge dog that everybody else likes talking about. Now my son is three and he is a real chatterbox. Trust me, he goes on and on and I try to keep up. Everybody tells me I should write a book. I wish I could say I remember but I laugh, post, retell and forget. Why not blog our daily adventures? So here goes, enjoy the rideā€¦