The soothing sounds of night...

Last night was the perfect night for sleeping. It was cool, crisp, perfect for snuggling up in blankets. I passed out 10 minutes after going to bed and was looking forward to my coma-like sleep state.

Well, nothing will ruin your coma-like sleep, or scare the bejesus out of you like the sound of your smoke alarm going off. Of course first I slapped the alarm clock. It was 1:30 in the morning after all, not nearly time to get up yet. Alan wakes up as well, asks me why things are beeping (while I am all knowing, I am not all knowing at 1:30 a.m.). I told him I have no idea. Then it dawns on me - it's the smoke detector. I fly out of bed in a panic and realize there is, in fact, no smoke. Which is a huge relief. But really batteries? Really? You're going to start to fade at 1:30 a.m. I am anal about a few things in life - brushing my teeth, checking on the baby every time I get up, testing the smoke alarm. But it dawned on me that in the spring I bought the batteries but never replaced them. So, to avoid hearing the smoke detector go off randomly through the night I was rummaging around in the kitchen for batteries to replace the ones going bad.

You will all be pleased to know I went back to my little cocoon and did not want to get up at 6:00 a.m. when the alarm actually did go off. So, I squeezed it out until 6:30. I figured I was entitled after getting up to replace the batteries.

How (not) to use a fork

So Con is at that delightful age where he wants to use a fork on his own. Which is great - anything to help meal time is perfect I say. I get a little antsy about the mess and the flinging, but he's trying really hard.

Oh - and have I mentioned he has a thing for Bil-jac? Yes, the animal food. We keep trying and trying to keep him out of it. I know it wont' hurt him, but the ick factor is kind of high there. We keep a gate across the kitchen, but sometimes when my husband and I are both in there - he gets to the bowl. He's also taken the opportunity to practice his fork skills with the dog food:





I sometimes wonder - if I had a girl - would she be doing this kind of thing or is he just all boy. Eh, doesn't matter. He's fun anyway

Texting and Driving

Not to get all "After School Special" on anyone, but I found this to be a pretty sobering video when I watched it last night.

Scooby Doo is the devil

Not the pooch so much, more the delishious snack that I bought for my son but have managed to eat the entire box.

Sure, they were on sale and all, but eating an entire box is still never a good idea.

It all started in the grocery store when we went last week. Con was getting a little restless so I opened up the box and gave him some. He seemed to be going to town. I had to see what all the hype is about...(and yes, before you judge, yes I will eat/drink unpaid for items. I do pay for them, but I need them now...did you not just read about the restless child?) I was instantly hooked - and just polished off the box. Go mom

The new beginning

This blog formerly existed under the same name, but slightly different web address. It's been deleted, but I couldn't reclaim the address for some reason.

The last year of our lives has been rocky to say the least. We have gone from a family on the verge of divorce to a family who enjoys being together. Who is the family? My husband, Alan and our 17 month-old son Connor. We also have allowed two cats and a dog to move into our humble abode.

We're no different then any other family - trying to figure it out and make it work. As I told my husband not too long ago while he was partially laid off (yes, I know, who isn't in this economy) - if we can survive a depression and a recession - we must have something going on.

Enjoy my random tales.