Come on in! The waters great!

So, um... we all know that kids who are potty training can fall in the toilet right?

And I pretty much thought that H was trained to leave the seat down and all...

Then I got home, from a rather late girls night excursion and do I need to say anymore?

My "electric white ass" as H calls it, fell right in. If the bathroom counter did not exist in such close approximation to the toilet I'm not sure I would have ever found my way out.



Head over to MPR today. I'm featuring Flaky Friends by Sarah from Hollywood Flakes. If anything you need to see the stuffed rabbit with the hook for a hand. She's offering 20% off for all TMC and MPR readers and an additional $5 off until the end of the July. Hurry! They go fast!


Keep those contest entries coming in for the Thirty Day Challenge- you have until Sunday! I've done an update on my progress here.

And How Was YOUR Morning?!

Scene: Our house. About 3:30 a.m.

H: Ssshhh!!! Quiet Lex! I said, Quiet!!

I toss and turn wondering how it is even possibly that hot for the dog to be panting so loudly. It's not that hot.

Fifteen minutes later H turns on the ceiling fan and I wait for the dog to stop that loud panting which previously, until H began yelling "shush!" I had not heard.

Realize that the panting had quieted down but um... it smells like the coffee maker is on. WTF?! Did H set the timer on the coffeemaker last night and set it for...check clock on nightstand which now reads 4:41 a.m. Sigh...

How on earth can I be smelling coffee?! Great! Now I'm starving. Roll out of bed and eat crackers furtively in bathroom then proceed to get a bloody nose. Lurrve being pregnant. Sleep is for the weak.

Resume toss and turn nightly game that I now play with my aching hips and finally fall asleep sometime after 5 a.m.

T.D. wakes at 6:54 a.m. asking for her potty. Minutes later I'm downstairs getting her breakfast when I see the dog, Lex, streak past me at warp speed and head outside. She is a blur of black and white. H calls downstairs, "HON! Where is Lex?!" Uh-oh. I yell up to him that is she is out doing her morning bizness and what gives?

Apparently massive amounts of dog feces in the middle of the night can smell just like burnt coffee. Rock on.

After bathing the dog, cleaning up after her and dosing her on the deck with Pepto the morning could finally begin for H & I. How did you start your day?


*MPR has a sunless tanner comparison and a giveaway to be featured by Olive Kids.

A Bit of Clarification

You have to love Moms. Especially when they send you emails like this-

Hi Vicky,

I just read a few of your most recent daily blog items and noticed that you mention MPR. If you're referring to the radio network/station and it's broadcasts, it is NPR which stands for National Public Radio. Just thought I'd point that out. If that's not what you're referring to, then I stand corrected.

Love,
Mom

I love my Mom. I then emailed her back with, "Really? I always thought it was Mational Public Radio. Kidding." Later in the day we chatted and I filled her in. Hopefully now there is no question - MPR is Mummy's Product Reviews. Speaking of which- check it out- I'm giving away four items today. Four lucky readers will win something totally practical and fun!

In other news, the birthday festivities have officially begun. Last night the girls and I headed to Buzz for a night of cupcakes, wine or hot chocolate. The night was a lot of fun and my friends were so thoughtful with their gifts, which was not necessary but so sweet. I came away from the night feeling happy, excited about the weekend and refreshed despite practically closing the place down.

When I got home the house was decorated in streamers, balloons and banners courtesy of H and T.D. Could I ask for more? No. It was perfect and my birthday is not even until Monday. I feel so grateful.

Overheards

Scene: Our kitchen last night. H & I are cleaning up from dinner.

Me: Ugh... I don't know what is wrong with me. It's maddening. I hit this wall at this time every night (6:14-19 p.m. I swear it is that accurate) and I just feel so awful no matter what I do.

H: mumbling under his breath as he puts something away in the fridge. Snorts with laughter to himself.

Me: What? What was that you just said?! I didn't hear you....

H: Nothing! I didn't say anything. (smirks)

Me: No, you did! I heard something. What was it you said?! Tell me or I swear that dirty steak knife sitting in the sink will be used.

H: OK...(sighing) I just said, "It's when you take your bitch pill..."

Me: WHAT?! That is not funny!!! (giving him an Elaine Bennis shove)

H: I know. It's like one of those things that seems funny in your head and then once you say it, not so much.

Me: Um... that is never funny in your head.



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MPR has some great reviews up. One PBN sponsored girly review and another French Country inspired one from Le Couvent Des Minimes.

Friday Roundup!

Howdy Pardner's!

Sorry I just could not resist having the word roundup and not using some lame cowboy terminology. Let's get the admin stuff out of the way shall we?

Winnah! Winnah! Chicken Dinnah! See the winning photos of the SanDisk Cruzor Gator flash drive contest over at MPR here. Check out the fun find, coupons and more while you are over there. You just never know what you'll find!

More on the Avon Walk.

In case you have been in a hole the past few days read this and this. That first one? Did you get it all? Did you make it through? I think you deserve some sort of medal of honor if you did. That second one? Blech, Kathie Lee, just blech. And that's not Maria Bailey, but Jill Asher over there on the Today show segment.

I'm off to find an ace bandage/over the shoulder boulder holder for the rocks that have taken over my chest. Have a shippymcflippyshadippy fanfeckingtastic weekend y'all!

The G-Force Effect

I've created a new word. The G-Force Effect. After four days with her grandparents T.D. is truly living up to her name. That's right. The 'G' stands for grandparent.

Why does Momma want me to get dressed in under fifteen minutes when Mem allows me to take forty? Why can't we try every barrette and pair of socks or shoes or try on three pairs of pants and six shirts? Or brush our hair and teeth slower than molasses in January?

The G-Force Effect is always accompanied by a case of the why's and a serious bout of crying. Why can't we read eight books before nap time and twelve at bedtime? If I want to stay in the tub for over and hour and get to bed two hours late what is the problem with that Momma?

Yes, the G-Force Effect is in full effect in my house. I realized it first thing yesterday morning when T.D. refused to play in her room until 7:30 like she normally does. Nope. Nothing doing. The crocodile tears and full-on pout were in view in five seconds flat. I gave in yesterday deciding to pick my battles. Today? Today is a whole new ball game and Momma is back in the house.

I'm giving away TWO Mi-bags today over here. Hurry! They won't last!! The Mi-bag is one of the best products I've ever reviewed!