Tuesday, February 15, 2011

no good deed goes unpunished

i needed less responsible parents. that's right mom: i'm blaming you.

last night i couldn't fall asleep (i had gotten my second wind) so i was texting with people who i knew would also be awake. so we were talking and then one of them stops responding to my texts, i think maybe they're bored of me, or found a real girl to talk to or any number of things.

20 min later they're knocking on my door. it's after midnight. i ask what's up and they said they came over to keep me company until i could sleep.

... ok...

i was trying to think of a nice way to say: i'm actually kinda tired now. when i realized that they were not in a position to be driving. they weren't like falling down drunk or anything like that but certainly would not have been able to walk a straight line for Mr. Police Officer.

so now my new game plan is to stay up a bit later, talk some, see if they sober up or what. we watch some Robot Chicken (the second episode was HILARIOUS) and then Aqua Teen Hunger Force comes on and they fall asleep within 5-10 min.

well i guess that means that they arn't going to be sobering up enough to get home huh.

i wake them up, lay them out on the couch, pat their head and tell them happy valentines day.

i'm now in my bed with chubby in his. eye's closed, breathing slowed down, when what do i hear? they're puking.


as i get out of bed and walk down the hall all i'm thinking is that i hope they're puking on the couch and not the carpet. luckily they weren't too far gone and had gotten to the trash. i asked if they were ok and they nodded their head and i went back to bed.

I realize that if I don't want drunk people in my house I shouldn't make friends with people who drink- which was taught to me. However: I did not ask for them to come over, and once they were over it was clear that they could not pass a road test I could not conciously let them drive home- this is the part i'm blaming on you mom.

So i'm going to console myself with the thought that I saved someone's life last night, getting a tipsy driver off the road, and if there is a next time (which i'll be letting them know there will not be) i'll just call them a cab.

i realize i've been using 'them' and 'they' for clarification: it was just one person.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentines Day! (part 3)

These are the cookies I did.

Happy Valentines Day! (part 2)

Happy Valentines Day from Matey!

He made some great cookies just for you.
 And boy are they tastey!
 This is our carpet. Watch your children if you let them help you frost cookies.
 This is his cutie cute Valentines outfit. (and a jojo)
 Matey loved helping frost the cookies. 
He's a pro with a pastry bag
Don't worry- I frosted all the real ones before he started "helping"

We hope you all got cookies too!

Happy Valentines Day! (part 1)

We wake up and I say "Happy Valentines Day" and give him a kiss. He's not sure what's going on but whatever. 
I give him is Dinosaur Heart
(A chocolate box Matey picked out prolly over a month ago that says: Valentine, You're Dino-Mite.)
We go to change his diaper and what's on TV? 
(Finding Nemo on Disney Junior)
What ends literally 2 min after we turn it on?
"MeeMO!" (in an sad and angry voice)

I draw his attention back to the chocolate box and he has fun playing with the Dinosaurs eyes.
(they are the big googily sort)

The Cat (inthehat) comes on.
(I had changed the channel- it's on PBS)
And then the excitement begins: The top of the dinosaur heart comes off!
(the bottom part and candy are shrink-wrapped with a paper blocking the candy from view)

Matey tries to stick his finger through but can't quite get it.
He flips the bottom half over and see's a picture of candy.
He grabs the top half and see's his dinosaur.
One of the two must be inside, but which one?

Again he goes for the plastic and this time: success! 
It's hard work and mean Mommy won't help but he's got it now...
He checks the picture of the candy and the cartoon dinosaur again for motivation
which ever one it is he wants it. 

The wrapper tears, he moves the paper out of the way and it's

Friday, February 11, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

pictures without thumbs

Matey is getting much better at taking photos that don't include his fingers.

This is hims money and piggy
this is my hair. i can't wait until he's old enough to switch between up close, night, and all the other options on the camera.
oh no! it's a picture of the Mommy!
Some of his cards.
The best toy ever that he got for christmas.
A magazine and feet.
... I don't like this angel (angle?) of the Mommy
Mommy boots
the most handsome precious pet Matey that ever was.
the most sweaty knocked out Matey that ever was.