He picked what??!!!

First of all, let me say a big hello to Paige! Of course I remember you, and I can't believe I have four readers now! Oh, the joy! I forgot to tell you cats this story. So we take the boys to McDonald's for lunch about a week ago, and of course they had to stand of front of the toy display for five full minutes discussing which toy they hoped was in their glorious Happy Meal.

Before we go any further, I need to comment on the value of a Happy Meal to a child. When my thirteen-month younger brother, Matt, and I were growing up, getting a Happy Meal was the equivalent of waking up to see what Santa left on Christmas morning. My mother always said they were too expensive and we couldn't really afford them. So the one time of year we actually got a Happy Meal was for us the best day of the year!

Now back to the present. They are finally done looking, and we go to the counter to order. And guess what Carter decides he wants? Rather than hoping for a really cool Transformer, he opted for a purple My Little Pony and the special brush that came with it. Can you picture the look on Merle's face? It was classic, and he still can't believe one of his boys has a My Little Pony! And wonder of all wonders, we haven't lost it yet. Carter likes it so well that he hasn't lost it and he protects it from the evil CoCo!

Wow, I hope you are thoroughly entertained. I'm kind of still giggling about the incident myself. Thinking back on how happy Matt and I were to get a Happy Meal, as long as the pony makes Carter baby happy, that's all that matters, right?!!!

Bloggin' Block...

Well, in case you haven't noticed, I've kind of given up the whole bloggin' thing. I think it's for the birds. But, at Becke's encouragement, I'll try to stick with it just a little longer. I don't know what to blog about!! Forget, the the fact that I have Collin, Carter and CoCo Chanel the dog. You'd think there would be stories just gushing forth from my blog...but no!
Crazy things really do happen over here that I could tell you about. Did I tell you about when three weeks ago I spent 300 something dollars having the carpets cleaned? Oh yeah, I did tell you about it because I remember griping about the dog peeing on it the next day. This tale gets better. A few days later, mom was over here helping me put the final decorative touches on the newly remodeled bathroom. In my state of bliss over being done with the remodel, I move the paint cans from the bathroom closet right outside the door into the hallway. Carter was jacking around, you know, acting his usual wild self. And he's moving and stacking these paint cans. It took about 25 seconds for me to register what he was doing, and then in slow motion I see him pick up the fullest, heaviest can of paint and drop it!! The lid hadn't been put properly back on (not my fault, I swear!!) and when the can of paint fell, off pops the lid and a half gallon of vanilla brandy colored paint spills in the middle of the newly cleaned hallway carpet. Thanks to the Boys in Blue from Little Rock!!! They were here in 45 minutes and spent a good 20 minutes trying to remove what they could of the paint. He said, "Mam, (what's that about, I'm only 32 I'm thinking!) I've gotten up what I could. I know it probably looks like I've gotten all of it, but I can tell you now that it is going to come back up. It has definitely gotten in the carpet pad." I am still upset about the unfortunate incident, but more upset that it ruined my favorite pair of jeans to wear with flats and my favorite tennis shoes.
What about this one...you're gonna love it (all three of you that read my blog!). So last Sunday morning we're trying to get ready for church. Merle was in the living room with mis hijos playing xbox. (Whoever invented that is not my favorite person.) I'm in the shower. Carter comes into the bathroom and tells me to get out of the shower, and I told him to go on back to daddy. I, again, in a state of blissful ignorance, just know that him being the sweet little 2 1/2 year old boy that he is will do exactly as he was told. So I do a little more singin' and dancin' and decide I'm done in the shower and get out. My eyes behold the most incredible sight I'd seen in quite a while! Carter had NOT left the bathroom as instructed, and decided to get into my makeup. My $40 bottle of Merle Norman foundation was on his face like war paint, rubbed onto the wallpaper, rubbed onto the cabinet fronts and poured in various spots on the carpet. Then, more upsetting than that was the defiling of my Voluminous mascara. Like Anna, I've used it forever, and there is something beautiful about a new tube, which was what I had. Carter had made circles around his eyes with it and then brushed it over the foundation on the cabinet fronts. Needless to say, Merle took full responsibility for the disaster (I'm sure he did because he didn't want to incur the wrath of Jennifer). We didn't get the foundation out of the carpet, but that's okay because now I have an excuse to want to pull up that carpet and remodel our bathroom! Sorry about your luck, Merle! You just think you're ready for the holidays to be over, but you just don't know what's in your future!!! Hee-hee!
Okay, I promise I'll try to tell you these things at least on the same day they happen. You can all share in my misery!
And thanks, girls, for letting me tag along last night for the girl's night out--all well worth it!!