He's got the music biz all figured out...

Seth was dancing today in the living room to some song on the TV and as he tried to pull his hair over his eyes he explained," I'm a singer, I have beautiful hair."
I'm not exactly sure what one has to do with the other but it sounds good.


Per Sean's Dr. visit, he's all good. He is pretty normal (As normal as any kid of mine can get) but if his skin doesn't clear up in three months they will do blood work to determine if he has any food allergies. Bleh.
Apparently Sean cried during the exam and said" Da-da, da-da, bye-bye" at the appointment which absolutely broke David's heart.
My little Sean is cute as heck. I love my boys.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again.

That Korn song lyric has been circling around and around in my head all stinking day! Good thing I really like the song.

The other day my sweet Seth grabbed a few dollars that were sitting on the kitchen table and ran to David handing it to him. "Here's a million dollars!, I got it from the bank!"
He's a good kid.

chaos

Oh my goodness. Normal people could not survive a day in this house. And I am not extraordinary my any means....
Of course, as soon as David left the house to pick up our Chinese food, Seth managed to somehow drain water from the fish tank through the bubbler tube creating a lovely pond in my living room. On my wood laminate floors, no less.
While I scrambled to mop up the water, Sean was in his high chair flinging his plate -and honey mustard- all over the floor.
I quickly tried to plop them in the bath, where ,at least, the walking disasters that are my boys could destroy merely one room in the house. And at least it would be a clean mess, right?
I decided to get the clean sheets out of the dryer. Once I got to my washer I had discovered that the clothes had not been transferred to the dryer. So I had to do that quickly as I heard the pitter patter of wet soapy feet running down the hallway.
I hurredly closed the garage door and went to get his PJs and diaper ready, expecting that Sean would follow me there. Since he was slipping everywhere I had to mop up the water puddles in the hallways not absolutely positive that it was all bath water, if you catch my drift. Once in the room I discovered a few plops of icky poopiness on the rug. Peeking across the hallway I noticed a small naked, formerly soapy, boy with horrible poopiness running down his legs, standing on the toilet lid next to the bathtub.
As I ran to clean him, I see more plops down the hallway leading into the kitchen. Did I mention that Seth, meanwhile, had thrown all of his bathtoys out of the tub because he "didn't like them."The floor was also quite puddly.
I did manage to clean all of the poo. And an awful poo it was..Eww.
Yes, it did all eventually get cleaned up. But it was no easy task.
I am exhausted.
I need to train them to clean up their own poo. And water puddles. And sweep up their own crumby messes. Heck, they should wash their own clothes, too. Why not?

Korn with a "K" or a "C"? I'm confused.

This isn't a recent Korn song by any means but there's nothing like a little rockin' bagpipes to make me smile. It's as cool as roskin' cello. BTW, Seth loves the Apocalyptica album. He says, " I like the violins playing"
Seth likes Korn now as well. Lately he says he likes music that is "faster".

Tonight we had corn on the cob for dinner. After David and I had a corn fight with the boys while Korn was playing in the other room, we had to specify it was corn with a "C".
Once upon a time my dad asked if I ever heard of a band called Korn with a "K" so now it has stuck. They will always be "Korn with a K".

Please pass the aloe cream, I'm pink and sore...

Today was Dreyer family beach day. And a very successful one at that. I assure you that in my youth I don't think I ever had as much fun as I do with my boys. Well, I probably did but that was long ago...
Anyway, since I am an old lady now with a bit of a belly pooch and stretch marks, I don't care to look sexy on the beach anymore. I could care less. David thinks I am hot stuff ,so as long as he's happy I need not worry. I am now secure in my imperfect skin. So I could concentrate on just having a nice time.
Sean just enjoyed running around the beach chasing sea gulls and waving "hi" to other beachgoers. Seth had alot of fun playing in the surf and playing in the sand. I just sat in the sand and made sandcastles with them. David and I took turns bringing them in the water. The water temperature was absolutely perfect and there was a slight breeze so it wasn't too hot.
We had a beautiful day. Unfortunately, the sunscreen I applied on everyone must have missed a few spots of something because we are all a bit pink and sore.
Oh well, the day was worth it.

Happy birthday to you and me!

That is how Seth wished me happy birthday yesterday. Not sure why he has such difficulty with the whole concept of birthdays. If anyone is having a birthday he thinks it's his as well. I think egocentricity is quite common in kids of that age, so I won't worry just yet.
We had a delightful meal at my grandmother's with all of my favorite people in attendance. And I had a birthday cake! I fully agree that one isn't ever too old for a birthday cake. ( We want cake! Where's our cake!) I love cake.
Then, later that evening, I picked up my brother's girlfriend (And one of Seth's very favorite people) Heather. We went out to Red Lobster and had appetizers. I rarely go out after dark, or by myself, so it was nice to go have some adult time and a nice chat.
I don't feel 31. I've decided I am going to go backwards as of age 30 so that would make me 28 now.;)

Fabulous Disaster

I may be wrong but I think that rings a bell as a title of an Exodus album title many, many years ago. Why do I remember that? I never even liked Exodus.
Anyway, maybe I remember that title since it seems to relate to something at one point of my day-every day.
Like when Sean dumps his pomegranate blueberry juice onto his pizza and splashes it around. Or when the boys are playing in the kiddie pool with their toys and somehow they have every toy out and strewn from one edge of the patio to the other. Or either of their rooms at about any given time of the day.
All of these things qualify as Fabulous Disasters.
Sometimes I think that it could describe my life in general. Not necessarily a horrible thing. My life could be a miserable disaster, right? So a Fabulous Disaster isn't bad, just imperfect. Aren't we all?

Have I become jaded?

These days I am finding it difficult to sympathize with people when they do stupid things and then something bad happens to them.
Like the patient at my work that was in his 50s but appeared much older due to his liver cirrhosis that he developed from many years of heavy drinking. AND he was on the transplant list for a new liver-since he had been clean for 10 years. Clean or not I think a liver could be used by my someone more deserving.
He never got it. He died. He was a nice man though.
Or another patient that was extremely morbidly obese and was barely mobile by the age of 60. He had heart issues and diabetes and, of course, a history of drinking. And overeating as well. Hard to feel too sorry for him.

So when my youngest son dives off of the back of the couch splitting his lip open after being told many, many times NOT to climb up there. And having his hand smacked several times. It's hard to feel too horrible for the poor kid. As my son came crying to me, I asked him," Well, what did you think would happen when you jumped over the back of the couch onto a wood floor?"
Of course, since he is only 1, he did not respond. He just drooled some bloody saliva onto his chin.
I know, I know. I am very cruel, but come on! Will he learn now? Not likely. He'll make the attempt again tomorrow.

Then David comes stumbling in the front door comaplining that he tripped and fell and hit his head really hard and he was having blurry vision and could not walk straight. First of all, I wondered why he even drove himself home if he felt so poorly.
Then I asked if he had been drinking at all.
"Not really, I had a couple martinis"
I'm still baffled by the thought that he actually thought his symptoms were caused by his fall- not the alcohol. Denial is not just a river in Africa, my friend.
But I told him to go to bed. He felt badly about it all, and was feeling rather ill. I figured that in the morning he will suffering enough.

Poor guy. But I am concerned about his health. He doesn't live healthily, at all. Unfortunately I've seen too many people that abused their body throughout life and it just doesn't end well. Their golden years aren't as golden with all of the hospital visits and rehab and surgical procedures. I'd rather spend those years traveling and taking cruises after the kids leave home.
I don't want to go all alone.

Side note to the previous post...

After seeing the AFI video for Miss Murder, Seth kept trying to pull his hair to one side over his eye like the singer, "Like this?" He kept asking.
Weird.
I told him he was far cuter than the guy in the video could ever hope to be.
Am I going to have to go back and watch a Faith No More video to get the AFI guy's uglyness out of my head? Ugh. I need pleasant visions in my head before bed.
You have to admit, the AFI guy is cerainly no trip to Hollywood. I guess we can't all be pretty..;)

Um, that was sarcasm there at the end in case you didn't catch that.

I am my own Jedi?

AFI-"Miss Murder"
For some reason David thinks it sounds like they say "I am my own Jedi" So that's what Seth calls this song- and he loves it.
Cool song but eye shadow on thi singer isn't doing anything for him, neither is that hair...