"How Rude!"

Nothing irks me more than rudeness. Having grown up in NYC, I was somewhat indifferent to rude folks. Now living in the south, being married to a southern man who went to school in what I consider to be the most southern state of all - South Carolina, I have become very intolerant of rude. Rudeness is a classless characteristic. My patience for rude is pretty much non-existent.

So to the one who is being rude right now - Kiss-a my ass-a.

Hmmm...I guess my blog still has a purpose. I feel better. =)

They Are Always Watching.

lil B had a ponytail holder on her wrist. Proudly, she walks over to me and states "Like 'Random Mommy' does." I just smiled, and a little piece of my heart melted. My God sent fabulous friends are making impressions on my baby...err...big girl.

Now I am wondering what kind of impression I am making on my friends' kids?.

Note to self - for sure need to watch my mouth now. Not that I curse profusely, but I occasionally drop the 'f bomb' or some other inappropriate kid word.

I do not want to be the THAT MOM. F*&^...what if I am already!

Hanging With The 'Rents

I find it humorous that when I am at my parents' house, I feel like a teenager again.

As I hang out in the den surfing the web, watching crap tv, I leave my parents to care for my child. Occasionally I visit the kitchen for a snack and hear how my child is into the hand lotion again, keeps turning the lights on and off, and is insisting she needs her 8th Oreo to lick the cream from the middle.

This morning lil B wanted to feed the birds. Pop Pop took her outside with a loaf of bread. She proceeded to throw the bread onto the driveway. The whole time Pop Pop yelling "No! No! In the grass! Throw to the grass!" One would have thought it had snowed.

The last time we visited, my 82 year old dad had my car packed up, running, warm, and facing the street the morning we were to go home. I hadn't even showered yet.

Hmmm...maybe I should consider moving home a few months out of the year. I get home cooked meals, my laundry is washed, and 24/7 child care. Although, it might kill Pop Pop.

Boys & Num Nums

lil B about a year ago named the male genitalia 'num-num'. This name came to her as she curiously grabbed her boyfriend's 'frank and beans' while he had his diaper changed. Yes, lil B will tell you she has a boyfriend. The one and only Buddha.

Well, the other day I was on the phone and mentioned a certain male by his name. lil B stoped what she was doing and said "He is a num-num."

So, am I correct in assuming my innocent 2 & 1/2 year old lil girl properly used her child appropriate word to call this guy a dick?!

Good Lord...my days of sanity are numbered.

Mirror Mirror On The Wall...

After telling lil B why she couldn't do something for the 3,987 time; she proceeds to fold her arms, glare at me hard and yell:

"You are just like your MUTTER!"

ANd she is so right. My comment of "Enough! Knock it off!" is exactly what my mother use to say.

Mirror mirror on the wall, I have become my mother after all.

St. Patty's Day - NYC Irish Style

lil B and I decided to catch the St. Patrick's Day Parade in NYC. We are part Irish...so it only seemed appropriate to celebrate with other Irish mics.

First there was the pre-Irish get together. This was grown-up Irish only. Hmmm...maybe I should rephrase grown up.

Just like old times...




Then came the parade:








After some great fun, we decided it was time to head home.


Our ancestors would be proud - despite the fact I might need a liver transplant.
Erin Go Bragh.

Farewell Pita Pita.

Today lil B decided she was a big girl, and no longer needs her pacy...fondly named Pita Pita.

We went to Build-A-Bear. She picked out the pink kitty. Placed her pacy(s) in it and said good-bye to her baby-hood. (I held back my tears.)

Welcome Pita Pita Kitty!


(Please keep mommy and daddy in your prayers for the next week especially around nap & bedtime.)