The Unfortunate Case of Frog Duck-Butt.

(For the record, I can’t pronounce the title of this blog without getting tongue twisted. Go ahead, try it – I bet you can’t either.)

Yesterday, we had a blissfully wonderful Memorial Day family outing to the mall.

Now, in Birmingham, although we DO have multiple choices, “The Mall” automatically means The Riverchase Galleria.

It’s the heaven of the mall world – completely gargantuan, with (nearly) every store that you could possibly want housed in it’s unbelievably huge glass structure.

I had an amazingly satisfying shopping experience – it was one of those rare days where I had spending money AND I found stuff that I wanted.

(Usually those two states of being are QUITE mutually exclusive.)

Plus, besides those two unusual things coming together, the Memorial Day bargains were amazing. So all three factors made for a VERY, VERY deliriously happy mall trip. In fact, I spent $155.16 and SAVED $237.65. An average savings of 60%!!

So of course, I bragged to Chris, “Aren’t you impressed? I can go the the mall and SAVE over two hundred dollars!!! How many wives go to the mall and SAVE money?”

Of course, he rolled his eyes. But it was, after all, MY spending money, so he was perfectly happy for me (THIS is why you should BUDGET, people!! Never ever argue about money again!!).

Anyway. I quite seriously digressed. Back to our glorious mall.

Right in the middle of it is a carousel:

Ali’s never been much of a carousel girl, so I don’t usually push it. We sit near it to eat and she enjoys watching it go around, but she has no interest in being ON it as it rotates on it’s axis much faster than her little cautious self prefers to go.

However, today she must’ve been in an adventurous mood.

Maybe my shopping euphoria rubbed off on her.

She actually ASKED to ride the carousel. I, of course, was so amazed that I immediately agreed.

The Galleria carousel is an animal one, as most are. All of the animals are quite normal – giraffes, elephants, lions, tigers, horses. . .

Except for one.

And that one has ALWAYS perplexed me greatly.

It was as if the carousel creator was completely sober while making all of the animals, but then unfortunately got very, very high right before making the frog.

Because, you see, the frog has a duck head coming out of his butt, surrounded by a wreath of daisies.And a ladybug.

And, much to my excitement, Ali picked this animal, of all of the numerous choices, as her steed of choice:
So there you have it. Who else can say that they have had their bum and their daughter’s bum photographed with a duck-butted frog?

Had the carousel creator been there, I’m pretty sure this is what we would have looked like to him:

Today’s Hot Teenage Trend: Geezer.

Okay. I am going to totally step on some fashion toes here. So please, accept the fact that I am certainly no style guru, that this is just my opinion, and, well, just forgive me from the front end.

I have been a bit bewildered by style lately.

Particularly, the style of teenagers.

Because the thing is, the “in” stuff for teenagers looks like stuff my Grandmother would have had in the 80’s.

Let’s start with Toms.

I know, I know. They are giving back and charitable. But can’t we be charitable AND cute?

For those who aren’t familiar with Toms, they are a huge shoe craze with teenagers. They are these strangely unstable looking shoes that look like Keds (the ones with no laces), except rolled in toilet paper:

And pre-dirtied, at that. The above picture is the product picture from the Toms website – and they already look like someone has been trouncing around in the dust in them.

But they don’t leave it at just “used” white as your only color choice.

But I wish they did.

You can get them in horrid-old-man-slippers plaid:
Or the ever-classy Liberace-esque-two-tone metallic sparkle:

And I am nearly positive my Grandmother had this pair in the 80’s – she used to wear them to the Shriner’s banquets:
(Because I remember finding a very similar pair in her closet and being in awe of the brilliant light-creating properties of them.)

(I bet these shoes are good for the environment too, being that they work like a sun and all.)

So the Toms just completely befuddle me. Hate me for saying it, but I find them quite atrociously ugly.

And then, there’s (and here’s where I feel the REAL toe-stepping-on coming now) Vera Bradley.

I will admit that some of the fabrics are cute, and I don’t have a problem with them in general. But what I completely DON’T get is how these are the most ragingly popular accessory for TEENAGERS to have.

They’re quilted, for goodness’ sake!!!

Shouldn’t teenagers be carrying crazy bags like this?
Yes, I know that’s ugly. But at least it’s a young-looking-ugly.

But when I see a teenager carrying a purse that looks like this,
I can’t help but looking behind her to find her great-grandmother that she is kindly helping by carrying her purse for her.

I MEAN – that just screams “OLD!!”

And this one – it should be called “bought at the flea market”:But no. It’s NINETY SEVEN DOLLARS!!!!

And teenagers are BEGGING their parents for three figures of cashola so that they can carry these to their high schools!!

As I said, I am in no way against a grown woman carrying a Vera Bradley purse. If I weren’t so opposed to quilting (just a personal preference), I would not be opposed to carrying this one:

or this one:
But – a teenager??? QUILTED?!?!?!?

As if our kids aren’t aging quickly enough these days.

But then again, maybe aging straight from Tween to GEEZER isn’t such a bad idea. . .

Yes, geezer sounds much better than teenager. I’m taking Ali out to buy her Tiny Toms TOMORROW.
In Oops-I-Spilt-My-Fingerpaints Print.

Theories on Toddlers and Anatomy Terminology


Have you noticed that there are a lot of different theories on teaching toddlers about anatomy?

They are all very different, all have their pros and cons, but it is imperative that you take one of the strategies and run with it, because we all know that toddlers find the naming (and exploring, especially boys) of anatomy very important.

Some parents take the medical approach. When you are around these toddlers, you will hear them using quite grownup and shockingly anatomically correct terms. They will leave no question in ANYONE’S mind regarding EXACTLY what they are referring to.

Then some parents take the cutesy approach. These toddlers can be heard saying things like “wee-wee”, “hoo-hoo”, “hiney”, “booty” and “booby”.

The third approach (that I know of – please let me know if I’ve left out your preferred approach), which is the one that we have used so far, is the vague approach. We call things “parts”, and your tummy begins below your neck (or “neck sugars”, as Ali calls it) and ends at your “parts”.

There are definite pros to this strategy – one being that you don’t turn red from your toddler yelling out “my (insert body part here) hurts!!!”.

Or, as one of our friend’s children went through, finding great joy in yelling out the word “BOOOOTY!!!” at the top of their lungs. Or, when feeling especially gleeful, yelling in quick rapid fire, “BOOTYBOOTYBOOTY!!!!!!”

Because let’s face it: booty is much too fun of a word to not be tempted to say it.

(Go ahead. Try it. Give BOOTYBOOTYBOOOTY!!! a shout and you’ll see exactly what I mean.)

At any rate, as I was saying, yelling out “PARTS!!” isn’t going to cause too much of a stir. Nor is it going to be as tempting to yell out in the first place.

However, there are certainly downsides to this vague approach as well. Lately: tummy confusion.

Since approximately 97% of my friends are pregnant right now, I have been having a lot of conversations with Ali about “babies in bellies” and how people with babies in their bellies have bumps on their bellies where the babies are.

(I know that you think you know where this is going by now, but trust me – you don’t.)

(Unless you are Alice, then you do).

Anyway, we were at lunch with Alice at Edgar’s Bakery on Thursday. You know, a nice, cultured, girly place. We had finished eating and were chatting. Ali was down and running around, inventing games for herself.

Then, all of a sudden, she felt the need to come over and inspect me.

She was looking intensely at my “upper tummy” (you know, right below my neck sugars), and, as if she had just noticed this for the first time, started stroking my, ahem, bumpy chest, and saying confusedly (and quite loudly – somewhat exclamatorily even),

“Mommy has a baby in her tummy? Mommy doesn’t have a baby in her tummy. Mommy’s tummy bumps? Mommy doesn’t have a baby in her tummy.”

Then she would point to her bump-less tummy. “Ali doesn’t have a baby in HER tummy.”

Then would jab me forcefully. “Mommy doesn’t have a baby in her tummy?”

I kept trying to tell her that I did not, in fact, have a baby in my tummy, but she was determined to get to the bottom of this bumpy mystery.

This went on for quite some time, and Alice was highly amused and giggling across the table.

So of course, I tried to deflect at her, for revenge.

“Does Alice have a baby in her tummy?”

No luck. Ali looked at me, said with a rather bored and know-it-all tone, “uh uh”, and kept poking at my bumpy tummy, and repeatedly asking questions about what was housed inside it.

So the moral of this story is: there is no approach to anatomy that will keep your child from trying their darndest to embarrass you.

Just accept the fact, pick your strategy as best as you can, and brace yourself.

Conquer The Caption: Week Eight

Conquer the Caption

Last week’s Conquer was a double, so we have two winners: Rachel@just another day in paradise and Alice!

Picture #1: Rachel@just another day in paradise:

Just a sec. Let me get my teeth out.

Picture #2:Alice:

Wow! Mommy and I really fooled Daddy with the old “Cut Your Thumb Off Trick!”

Good captioning, ladies!!

Today’s conquer is a picture that I’m sure Ali will hate me for one day..

So make it worthwhile!!!

Here’s how to play:

  1. Write a caption for the above picture(s) and post it in the comments of THIS POST.
    AND/OR:
  2. Put up your OWN photo (not mine) on your own blog and link it here (using a permalink – let me know if you don’t know how) with the mister linky below. Then other people (like me) can come to your blog and write captions for YOUR photo, too!

Good luck!!

Mister Linky has been having some “issues” lately, so if you can’t link up, you can always leave a link in the comments.

Photographical Irony.

Be sure to go to Alabama Bloggers to enter my first contest over there (and you don’t have to be an Alabama blogger to enter!!) – There are three prizes worth $40 each – Beautiful coffee-table historical photograph books of Birmingham, Mobile, and Huntsville. You may remember that I gave some of these away a few months ago – they are amazing! So go enter!!



As you MIGHT have figured out by now, I take a lot of pictures. I have a nice point and shoot (being that I take a lot of pictures, I can’t have an SLR – it just doesn’t fit in my purse) that takes pretty decent photos.

However, photos are only as good as the subjects are cooperative.

And Ali has been going through somewhat of an uncooperative-photo-op stage lately. I pull out the camera and she runs away, looks away, scowls, whatever it takes to make sure that I don’t get a good one.

However, I have been quite aggravated stunned by the pictures that Chris has been getting of her on his iPhone lately.

I present to you exhibits A through D (I didn’t edit these in any way):


I mean COME ON. A CAMERA PHONE SHOULD NOT BE TAKING BETTER PHOTOS THAN MY CANON!!!!

All I can think about when I look at those pictures is how amazing they WOULD have looked had they been taken with a real camera.

Exhibit B would have been awesome if her hand didn’t look like a blurry blob.

Exhibit C would have been amazing had it not looked like someone just threw up sand on the lens.

Exhibit D would have been stunning if there had been the right lighting to show her blue eyes.

Why won’t she give ME photo ops like this?!?!?

I finally mentioned it to him the other day.

“How is it that you are getting such cute pictures of her and she won’t even look at me?”

His response?

“Oh, she asked me to take her picture. She saw me get my phone out and said, “Take a picture so I can see! I’ll say ‘cheese!!!’ and I’ll smile!!””

Incredulously, I said, “Are you KIDDING me?!”

“Yes. She kept wanting me to take them because she wanted to look at them.”

Seriously?!?!? I’ve tried that strategy a million times and it hasn’t worked. How is this possible?

I now present to you my exhibits. I took 35 photos in a row yesterday (had my camera on continuous shoot) trying to get just ONE picture of Ali and her friend Kendall both looking at me at the same time. And of course I was doing crazy antics to make it happen.

35 pictures. And not a single one of them both looking. AND on top of that, my lighting was bad.

I might as well just buy an iPhone for my camera. Maybe Ali would like it better.

Here were the BEST attempts of aforementioned photo shoot, Exhibits E through H:

But then again, I can sympathize with Ali.

Maybe she just knew how pale Kendall made her look.

I’d Hate to Catch a Whiff of Women Back Then. . .


On Sunday, we had a baby shower during Sunday School for Christen, Ryan and their upcoming baby Aubrey. It was a lot of fun – so much fun that poor Chris never got to teach.

As we were getting ready to leave, one of the mentor ladies in our class (read here: older than us but NOT old – don’t want to get in trouble) came up to Christen and I. She was explaining to Christen that it had been a LONG time since she bought diapers, and so she had no idea if they were right, but that there was a receipt in the bottom of the bag.

Then, as she was walking away, as an afterthought, she said (louder, since she was walking away), “Oh, and there’s a little something for you in the bottom of the bag, too, but you just won’t be able to use it until six weeks after the baby comes.”

Christen and I stared at each other with big, open mouths and wide eyes, then both simultaneously burst out laughing.

Ryan, Christen’s husband, was standing near enough to catch the end of the conversation, so of course had to add, “So it’s a present for ME, then, right?”

Of course, all of us are now thinking that we need to find that present and see what’s in the bottom of it – nothing like curiosity to get you to open a present.

By now, our unnamed-so-I-don’t-embarrass-her mentor had turned around to see what we were laughing about.

She stared, puzzled, at us, and said, “What? It’s bubble bath!! Don’t the doctors still say you have to wait six weeks to take a bath?”

“No, That’s not what the doctors tell US we have to wait six weeks for!!”

By now, unnamed-mentor has turned completely red and a bit “glisteny”, as she realized what she just implied loudly to the whole Sunday School class.

She left the room, fanning herself, shaking her finger at me and warning me not to blog about this.

Lucky for you, she caved.

And, for the record, NO ONE else in the class had EVER heard that you weren’t allowed to take a bath for six weeks after giving birth.

umm. . .and I know that fact because we made sure we told everyone else in the class that had been out of earshot about our exchange before we left.

Are We Creating a Split Personality?

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, sweet cousin Eli!! I can’t believe it’s been a year since you were born – weighing 2 lbs, 3 oz!! It was an amazing, miraculous, scary time, and we love you and are so happy that you are so healthy and smart and adorable!!!


This is what Ali looks like when she is with me:

This is what she WANTS to look like when she is with me.
She insists on bows, frills, jewelry, and if I would let her, would carry around a wet wipe all day to be at the ready just in case a speck of dirt fell her way.

This is what Ali looks like when she visits Gramamma:

This is what Ali begs to do when she visits Gramamma:

What’s wrong with this picture?

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If you’re an Alabama blogger, don’t forget to say hi at the brand new Alabama Bloggers site!!!!

Exciting, Huge Blogging News!!!


Obviously, you all know that I’m obsessed with blogging. Right? I love reading other people’s blogs, commenting on them, and having bloggy friends. In fact, I read all of my reader’s blogs (that I know about. Sorry, blog lurkers, I can’t read yours if you don’t come clean and ‘fess up to reading mine).

I love knowing bloggers from all over the world, and I love knowing bloggers in my own state. Obviously, I love networking sites, hence my involvement at 5 Minutes for Parenting.

However, there’s no good networking site for Alabama Bloggers. I’ve looked and I’ve looked, and it really just doesn’t exist.

So, after much thought and fear that I wouldn’t have enough time to manage it, I’ve decided to start it!

So, I introduce to you, Alabama Bloggers.

I’m going to really start advertising and announcing it tomorrow afternoon, but I wanted MY readers to have the first chance to sign up, give me feedback, offer suggestions, et cetera!

So please, whether you’re in Alabama or not, go over and check it out. And if you ARE in Alabama, by all means, Linky up and introduce yourself in the comments!!

I’m so excited to have a way to network all of my Alabama blog friends together, and meet all kinds of new friends!

Of course, it’s going to take a while to get it off the ground, so I NEED YOUR HELP!!!

Please also give me feedback on this post. Do you like the idea of getting to meet other Alabama bloggers? How can I make it better? Would you like to help me?? (I’m sure I will need a lot of it!!)

Also, PLEASE help me with the initial launch of this – start twittering, blogging, talking it up, etc ASAP! Get the word out to your Alabama blogger friends!!!!

Thanks!

CVS, The Insult Computer.

So I had a very irritable day on Saturday.

I’m usually pretty even-keeled (here’s hoping that my hubby would agree with that statement), but something was up on Saturday. And I had to apologize to him several times.

Anyway. We had to stop by CVS that evening to get a gift bag and tissue paper. And this printed on the bottom of my receipt:
Seriously, CVS. I love you and all, but back off.

I love the savings that you give me for using my ExtraCare card, but I don’t want to know you’re tracking me THAT well.

And anyway, you should learn from all of the husbands in the world that suggesting that on an irritable day is NOT a good idea.

But if you so feel the need to be of “assistance“, then offer me free M&M Premiums.

Mint Chocolate.

Much more helpful and with less potential side effects, like me hunting you down and smashing your all-knowing robotic self with a sledgehammer.

The Revelations of a Birthday Party

Ali and I went to Titus’ birthday party yesterday. There were tons of friends, toys, food, and fun to be had.

However, I found that there is nothing better than a Birthday party to magnify and illustrate how different quirky peculiar unique your child is.

While all of the other kids were having so much fun playing together,

My child was sitting quietly, watching.

Now, in her defense, she is going through a small animal paranoia spell due to an accidental dog bite that she received last week, so part of her reason for sitting in the chair (which lifted her feet a whole inch off of the ground) was because it gave her a pretense of safety from this huge, scary creature:Yeah. Tidbit is about two inches tall. Scary, huh?

THEN when even MORE of Ali’s friends arrived and all of them were playing and having a ball together, I noticed Ali was missing. I went upstairs to find this:
She had found Titus’ bedroom toy stash and was playing.

By herself.

I asked her, “don’t you want to go downstairs and play with all of your friends?”

She answered: “I stay up here. But Mommy can go downstairs.”

A while later, I finally coaxed her down with the promise of cake.

But not only was there cake, there was a candy-filled pinata.

However, while all of the other kids were having fun smashing this,

Ali wanted no part of it. And sat quietly watching in my lap.

THEN when the candy started falling out and all of the other kids were making a mad scramble to collect as much as their little hands could hold, I did finally convince Ali to get in the mix and get some, but. . .

. . .she was always so cautious and slow in trying to retrieve her candy that she never could seem to compete with much more excited, “daredevil” kids.While the other kids got entire BAGS FULL of candy, Ali managed to retrieve one Tootsie Roll. ONE.

Luckily, those excited, daredevil kids shared their spoils with her.

At least she was very willing to sit and get her cupcake with the rest of the kids:
(all of these kids learned early on that a laid-out blanket means that yummy things are coming)

And, although she had no interest in “getting in the mix” while Titus was opening his presents and all of the other kids were crowding around him begging for his toys cheering him on, she was willing to go check out his loot with him after the crowds dissipated:

After pondering her behavior at length after the party, my first reaction was to be concerned that she was going to be that awkward, brainy, homeschool kid that always sits back and watch all of the other kids interact (err, not that I could relate to that persona at all).

Then I thought about it some more. She is perfectly social with AJ, and really with ANY of her friends or adults – in small crowds.

And then it really hit me: She is JUST LIKE ME.

I hate large social situations where everyone is small talking and chattering and being, in general, social. I always feel like that awkward homeschooler again and never quite know what to say.

But I LOVE small groups and one-on-one conversations.

And I’ve survived socially just fine. Sure, with a few blips in the road during awkward Junior High years (and maybe a couple of other times), but who isn’t awkward in Junior High?

But hey – a bit more socialization practice will do her good. Maybe she can pick up some tips and tricks from her “I can talk to a brick wall” Daddy. I’ve been trying to pick up his mad social skillz for years.

Or, maybe she just needs a sibling.