Well Hello, Santa!

Sunday marked my office's annual Children's Christmas Party.  They do a great job and a good time is always had by all.  Of course the kids just wanted to have fun but I had my Mommy Agenda and insisted that fun could happen AFTER the Santa picture.

I envisioned a lovely picture of my two beautiful boys sitting on Santa's knee, gazing into his eyes and telling him exactly what they were hoping he will bring them on Christmas Eve.

Instead, I had two terrified little boys who refused to come within a 4 foot radius of the man.

Not to be deterred, Santa proclaimed that both Super Husband and I should sit on his knee.  Not being one to pass up an opportunity to schmooze with the big man, I obliged.  Surprisingly...so did Super Husband.

So it came to be that the family descended upon the poor man.  Notice that Super Husband and I look thrilled while the boys do not.  In fact, Buddy is so distraught he cannot bring himself to even face the camera.  Little Man is holding himself together by a thread with the promise of a chocolate treat to follow the picture.

Oh well, there's always next year!

Oh Poo!

While I was tidying up the other night...don't ask which night as I can not seem to distinguish one from another...but that's another story.  Anyway, while tidying, Super Husband and the boys went to the basement (perhaps to check on the dead man - see previous post if that makes no sense) and were playing.  All of a sudden all I hear is:

Super Husband:  Oh My God!  Little Man!  Why do you have poo in your hand?
Little Man:  I don't know
Super Husband:  Where did it come from? 
Little Man:  I don't know
Super Husband:  (really worked up and almost panicked)  Poo is dirty!  No!  No!  No picking up poo!  Did you pull this out of the litter box?  (doesn't wait for a response)  No!

I suppose this isn't funny to the average person but sadly, to me, it was.

In an attempt to feign ignorance over this situation (I really wanted to avoid getting involved in anything poo related) I decided to vaccuum upstairs.  Super Husband recently purchased a new shop vac so I decided to try it out since sparks flew out of the wall when I last attempted to use the regular one.

So, I turned it on and started my task.  About one minute later I started to smell something.  Something undesireable.  Poo?  How could that be?  I then realized the Shop Vac blows air out the back (can be used as a blower....very handy I am sure).  The air is HOT because the motor is hot.  The hotter it became the nastier the stank. 

Apparently someone tested the shop vac out on the litter box.

Yes, it had poo in it.

Seriously.

That's what I get for attepting to avoid it.

All in a day of parenting two young boys.  Never let your guard down!

Yikes!

Um...ooops. 

What else can I say?

I keep telling myself to get my ass in gear and update this blog but life has been INSANE.  I know, no excuse, right? 

So, I will say sorry for being an asshole blogger.  I promise to keep on top of it more.  Let's get over it and move on.

What's been keeping me busy?

• Life
• Crazy insane demanding career
• Crazy insane demanding children
• Need for sleep

That sums it up nicely!

Buddy started school in September which has resulting in a really very brutal transition period that we are FINALLY starting to get over.  You know, I really thought it would be easy.  Well, maybe not easy peasy but not *too* hard.  I mean, he already went to daycare full time and was used to the long days.  Apparently I forgot to factor in the fact that he no longer naps.  Holy Mother of #*%@!  I did not see this one coming.  Apparently no naps = a very, VERY moody child.  So we have been working on how to best handle this.  Not fun but let's just say "interesting".

Little Man is doing well at his new (local) daycare (yay)!  Of course....he gets to nap every day still.  Now I am dreading September 2013 when I will have TWO boy beasties coming home every day tired and famished! 

Work is out of control busy.  We are launching a huge roll-out for the new year so we are in crunch time now.  In October we had rolled out new functionality org-wide and that was a "fly-in" project.  Hoping that one gives me some brownie points come bonus time :)

On the side, I've been busy getting myself into Christmas preparedness mode.  We are hosting Christmas AND New Year's this year so I am trying to be super organized but let's face it....I will be scrambling December 24th on some level.

So after the hiatus and somewhat boring update I will share a recent story from our never-ending stock of material (this is the benefit of having a 2 and 4 year old....never a shortage of entertaining stories)!

A few weeks ago Super Husband decided we should have a family dinner out.  At our local East Side Mario's.  Perfect.  It was a Friday evening and none of us were interested in cooking so this made sense.  So off we go.  When we got there we had to wait a few minutes for a table.  Little Man was restless so I picked him up and was showing him some pictures on the wall.  One was of John Lennon.

Little Man:  Who is that?
Me:  His name is John Lennon
Little Man:  But who is he?
Me:  He was a famous singer
Little Man:  But where is he?
Me:  (distracted, tired and hungry) Well he isn't alive today
Little Man:  Why?
Me:  (increasingly distracted, tired and hungry)  Ummm...a bad man hurt him.
Little Man:  He's DEAD????
Me:  Ummmm...well....yes, he is. (oops)
Little Man:  What is his name again?
Me:  John Lennon
Little Man:  The Lemon Man?
Me:  No - John Len-non, not Lemon
Little Man:  Oh

.....so the night went on and Little Man would not let the story of "The Lemon Man" go.  He kept wanting to revisit the picture.  Again, desperate...I told him that we could see "The Lemon Man" at home because we happen to have a framed picture of The Beatles in our basement.  He was thrilled and insists on pulling it out and examining it over and over.

Fast forward to last week.

Super Husband took Little Man to Costco shopping.  As he was checking out, Super Husband was having a hard time getting his debit card to work and was very flustered.  All the while Little Man was talking and endlessly commentating to the cashier.   After a minute or two Little Manstarted talking about "The Lemon Man".  Super Husband, distracted, wasn't responding.  After several attempts to get a response Little Man says (very loudly):

"Daddy.....You know who I'm talking about.  The DEAD man in our basement".

Well after that, Super Husband said everyone stopped and stared at him.  You know, because he's harbouring a dead body in our basement and all. 

Let's just say he made a quick exit.

I am so annoyed I missed out on that gem!