faboo mama

One thing I failed to mention in the video was that most of the toys that drive me crazy were actually gifts. If I bother to buy my kids toys that make noise, they’re always educational…okay, except for the Uniqua doll, that one’s just cool. Other than that, the noisy toys we have were gifts. Gifts from childless friends or grandma; people who won’t be living with that noise any time soon. I’ve asked people to give me books or clothes (or gift cards for books or clothes if they don’t want to think about the gift), but you know the excuse they always give, “I just can’t help it!”.

My little boy totally fascinates me. He talks a bit and the randomness of it is hilarious. He also absolutely adores his big sister and acts like any time she’s away from more than 2 mintues is too long. Luckily for me, they play well together. This video is a little long for what it is, but it’s just a slice of my daily life.

We met Kat today at the Huntington Library with her kid and goddaughter. We got our photo together that we managed not to do last week:

And we got some great photos of all the kids together.

You’ll note that my son seems to be the only one interested in taking the photo. Kat kept saying, “He’s a supermodel.” and while the cameras were up, Alton was posting. I actually got two photos of KidKat facing us. The other photos he’s crawling away.

Here’s the second try:

Much better. You may now move around the cabin.

And moved they did. Or didn’t. Alton alternated between running way too far ahead or lagging way too far behind. Especially when he got his pan dulce. Talk about lagging. People we had passed yards ago, were lapping us as Alton dawdled. KidKat either wanted or didn’t want to be in the stroller. Meaning if he said he wanted to be in the stroller, that really meant he didn’t. Kids just love playing those headgames.

Kidwise, or should I say, Iliawise, it’s been a rough week for us. We are thisclose to putting her ass on craigslist or eBay. Done. She’s been the perfect little brat and today was no exception. Katdaughter had walked away and Ilia wanted to tag along. I asked her to sit down so I could get a photo and she said she didn’t want a photo:

She wasn’t lying. I took 4 freaking pictures and this is the least morose one. She’s acted like I asked her to eat beets. At least I got a cute photo of Alton and KidKat checking out the lake:

You can see more photos of our trip to the Huntington Library’s Botanical Gardens in my flickr pool. Since everyone was hungry and the kids needed a nap, we headed out without seeing most of the property. That’s okay, since I got my free tickets for next month and most of the succulents I want to shoot will most likely be in fuller bloom or just starting to bloom then.

Well, look at me…yesterday I got to me the blog owner of Just Kat Stuff and her little Mr. I’ve been trying to post this, but my computer is out of space and the modem is acting wonky.  That’s why I haven’t been posting as much.

We had way too much fun and somehow managed to forget to take a picture together. You think Kat is funny online? She’s hilarious is real life. Baby boy is adorable and so funny. He had these two trains that he would not release for nothing in the world. Even to swing.

I’d post a lot of pictures, but most of the pictures I got came out blurry, but I do have this adorable photo of Kid Kat:

Here’s my monster sliding down the slide.

My daughter was upset that Kat didn’t have a girl her age, so she tagged along with some other people at the park. Occassionally, she’d come back over so I could put her on the swing.

And you can see that Kid Kat thought Ilia swinging was funny.

My daughter is at that stage where so many things are “secrets”.  That means that she basically just whispers nonsense in your ear. The boy, who can’t even talk, has picked up on that and often has his own secrets to share.  It’s always the same secret.

Wanna know what it is?

Mama.  Daddy. Ya-Ya*.  Ya-Ya.  Mama.  Car. Truck. Car. Daddy. Ya-Ya.  Moon.  Car.

Absolutely riveting, ain’t it?

*Ya-Ya is what he calls Ilia. 

In attempting to pretend to almost clean up one sliver of countertop in the kitchen, I ran across a bowl with one and a half egg yolks in it.  I boiled two eggs this morning for the little girl.  She ate the egg whites an at least tried to eat half of one yolk, but she really doesn’t feel them.  Since she was a baby, she has refused to eat boiled egg yolk.  Now, if my husband makes (ugh) over easy eggs, she has no problem eating the runny center.

I don’t get it.  This girl eats deep-friend shrimp heads, eyeballs and all.  She eats natto like it’s going out of style.  But somehow, in some weird way, boiled egg yolks are gross.

We tend to think of Alton as a baby still, even though he’s 2.  He’s becoming a person, and it’s hilarious listening to him and watching him interact.

Last night, I was out in the garage smoking, because it was pouring down rain.  Amid the spatters of raindrops, I heard the distinctive pater of little feet.  I looked out into the darkness then saw his curly head appear.  Seems he decided to come outside.  With no shoes on.  :/

I quickly picked him up to take him back into the house and as we walked down the driveway, he looked up, “Hey!  Rain!”.

“Yes, rain…that’s why you need to wear shoes.”

“Hey! It wet!” he shouted.

I replied, “Yeah, water tends to be.”

He looked up as rain fell on his face, “Cool!  Mama, rain cool!”.

That’s a direct quote from Ilia. She meant ‘quesadilla’.

“Hey, watch this Alton!”

It inevitably leads to a large thud, screams and cries. Occasionally, it ends with, “Ma-MAAAAAAAAAAAA, Alton’s pulling my haaaaaaaaaaai-YER!!!!” SHRIEK and in comes Alton physically dragging the girl by her fucking hair.

Someone please tell me it gets better.

It’s raining. The paper said there was a 30% chance of rain, so naturally it rained. If it said 65% chance of rain, it would have just been cloudy. So, now that I’m feeling a little better, I can take the kids out the house, and it starts raining. That means we’re kinda stuck in the house, for there is no drama greater than rain-induced Iliadrama. The little girl must accessorize to death just to get into the car. If I make her leave one piece of crap at home, she screams, so forlorn, like the love of her life has sailed away forever. Don’t even get me started on the umbrella and the boot episodes.

I had plans to take the kids ice skating this morning, but that’s not happening so long as water is falling from the sky. Maybe I’ll finally tackle that Hello Kitty doll.