Mattel needs birth control

I swear, Gavin’s toys reproduce and multiply like mad rabbits when we aren’t looking. Once upon a time all of his cars could fit into one little toy organizer bin. Now I have one large bin on wheels mostly full, and every time I turn around there are more under foot. Reaching for a pen in my purse? Pull out a firetruck. Going to set my coke down on the table? Race car in the way. Don’t even think about trying to put clothing down on the vanity in the bathroom before taking a shower. There will be at least 2 Transformers in the way, and quite likely they’ll have some kid’s meal toys joining them. Best to walk out of the bathroom in a towel and figure out what to wear in the bedroom. Just watch out for the airplane on the floor in front of the closet.

Thanks, Buddy

I have a lot of laundry to do. I have it all separated out into piles in the hallway, waiting to go outside (BRRR!) to the washer. Waiting, because it’s 26° F outside.

Gavin has been a bundle of energy this morning. I tried to sleep in since I drove to Tupelo and back yesterday for us to see my parents. Gav, OTOH, has been running, yelling, dancing, pretending to be a dog, driving his cars around and tormenting the dog and the cat. I was taking a break for a moment, checking my email and seeing what was going on on Ravelry. Gav walks in to what he calls The Desk Room.

“Mommy, I made a sand castle! Come see!”

“Ok sweetie, just a sec.”

“No! Come see!”

All my separated laundry is now in one big pile in the hallway, “tending” (pretending) to be a sand castle.

I’ll be the one trying to keep my laughter from becoming that hysterical stuff you hear in loony bins. ;)

Gavinism

Air vents are dark places where dolls can hide.

Shake shake shake, shake shake shake…

It’s my birthday, it’s my birthday. Shaking my booty like it’s my birthday.

Hey, I’m allowed to have some silliness on my birthday, aren’t I? Just found out an old friend of mine from Orlando has adopted a baby, I’ve had a chance to sit and relax and knit by myself today, and it looks like it might snow. Let the happiness commence.

Gavinism of the moment

While coming home from daycare tonight, and discussing they had hot dogs for lunch:
“I don’t like hot dog dogs. I only like warm hot dogs.”

Hmm

When I haven’t been here in so long WordPress requires me to re-login, I know it’s been too long. The sad thing is, I don’t feel like I have the time right now, either. I need to get back to seaming up the afghan I made for my dad which is finally almost finished. I should be able to get that done before going to get Gavin from daycare, so I’ll only have the crochet edging to do tonight at knit night. I’ll leave you with a Gavinism:

Gav, I see on your paper [his sheet from daycare that says what they did that day] you guys talked about sand and what it’s made of. What is sand made of, buddy?

Mouse food!

I think my child is on crack.

Put on your red shoes and dance

Been miserable and depressed as hell the last few days, but where’s the fun in talking about that? Had a therapist appointment yesterday and a shrink appointment on Thursday, therapist called shrink and shrink called in a zoloft Rx since the lithium doesn’t seem to be doing it by itself, hopefully things will be better soon.

What is fun to talk about is Gavin dancing around (and getting me to dance with him) to this “muskick” this morning. I started reading my friend Jeff’s blog, and found myself at the Davey Dance Blog. It’s like this:

Davey Dance-BLOG. A project started while traveling Europe during Spring 2007. Armed only with an ipod and a Canon PowerShot, Davey picks a location and a pop song. Then Davey records an improvised dance.

The most recent one is in front of Cinderella Castle at the Magic Kingdom. This guy is hilarious, and I love how random people come join him in his dance. Bear in mind that the other people can’t hear any music, and it’s just classic. Check out the little boy dancing in the background, and you’ll get an idea of how Gav was while listening. Go on to the rest of his blog and see everything else we listened to — and danced to — this morning.

Do not bring me a shrubbery!

We have a shrubbery in our back yard that is just out of control. We can hack it away to nothing and it will lie in wait, pretending to be dead … until one morning we wake up and it is almost the entire length of the side fence. Stupid thing. I’m going to have to completely uproot it. Steve mentioned that we need some Time Lord technology Bush Be Gone™ to get rid of it, then we wondered. Would Bush Be Gone™ be a Brazilian Wax or an impeachment? ;)

Some days, everything is a celebration

Gavin let me cut his nails! Considering he insists it hurts, and they were typically gross little boy nails, I feel a celebration coming on.