Eating red beans and rice

I've been meaning to blog for so long. It's been over 2 months since I last wrote. Yikes. So much for being a stay at home blogger! ;)

Anyway. There are lots of things I could write about. Cash's ever expanding vocabulary and Bible song singing, Trey's increasingly "metrosexual" style (metro people, METRO) or, of course, world peace. For now, however, I'll leave you with this. I think you'll enjoy it. It's been on my parents 'fridge for about 20 years. I've read it several times...and it never gets old.

"Dear Ann Landers: The letter from "A Working Mom in Kentucky" made me see red. That woman is drowning in self-pity. I could see "poor little me" in every line. Whiners make me sick.

Who is pushing her out the door past her crying 3-year-old on her way downtown to work? She should sit in a quiet corner for an hour or two and get her priorities straight.

Her children grow a little every day and, before she knows it, they will be gone. When that happens, she can walk away from home and work all she wants.

Eating red beans and rice will seem like filet mignon when she cooks it for a family that loves her. The mended clothes will seem like robes of velvet and gold to her children, because their mother made them. The old car will shine like a limousine if their mother is taking them to the library or to the park.

I believe the reason so many children are in bad shape today is because they haven't had adequate parental care or felt valued and loved. What in the world could be as important as being at home for your kids? When I hear women say they want a higher standard of living for their children, I ask myself, what does that really mean? A better neighborhood? Private schools? Better clothes? How important are those things?

How about a prayer for "non-working" mothers? I am talking about the ones who are shunned in our society and called lazy. I mean the ones who can't get credit, because they don't have "a job." If the truth were told, it is the most important job in the world. Believe me, Ann, I know what I am talking about, because I have had both red beans and filet mignon, and let me tell you, I'll take the red beans any day of the year." - A Proud Mother in Mobile, Ala.

Growth pulls and muscle spurts

Today, Cash had his 18 month check up. Incase I already didn't know, Dr. Viola reminded me that Cashmanweezie, is, in fact, perfect! And even if she wasn't paid to say that, I'm pretty sure she still would. :) Aaaanyway, he's in the 48th percentile for his height. I realize 48 isn't 50, and 48 is not the 90 that so many others are. But for my little squirts, those are big numbers! And so, we rejoice!

Easter weekend I indulged in a head cold. As usual, things eventually settled in my chest (or throat?) and I wound up with a sweet hack. I noticed the other day that whenever I coughed, my side hurt. A little "twinge" of pain in my ribs. Hm. Could I have possibly cracked a rib? I know it can happen, but did it? Conveniently enough, Cash had his appt. today. Also conveniently enough, Dr. Viola is my PCP! When I woke up this morning, in trying to nail down the exact spot of my pain, I noticed a little bump. It was at that point that I figured I, most likely, just pulled a muscle. (That, or I'm growing an Eve. But I'm pretty sure I'm not. Er, well... Wait. I know I'm not. Not yet anyway. Besides, if I were growing an Eve, it wouldn't be in my ribs, and I would definitely not be calling her Eve. Oh. Which reminds me. Anyone have any good, 4-letter-one-syllable girl names? ) *ahem* Fortunately, the general consensus is, in fact, that of a pulled muscle. That long story just to say...I think I'm going to live. At least until Trey brushes more crumbs off his highchair. lol

Ok. Well. It's almost 10:00. If I got to bed now, I might be able to squeak out 12 hrs. of sleep. If I'm lucky. haha I'm kidding. I'm kidding! Mostly. A good 10 1/2 is more likely. But I wouldn't rule out 11... Probably not much more than that though. I mean, how could I nap in the afternoon if I get all my sleep tonight? .... lol (I'm kidding!)

Stream of consciousness

It seems like I had more to say before I had a blog! Now, it's been 2 days and I have nothing noteworthy to speak of. Guess that means I'll throw out whatever comes to mind.

I just lifted my head to cough and noticed a cobweb on top of the ceiling fan in the living room. Any guesses as to how long I'll let it stay there? :)

I spent a good chunk of yesterday cleaning up. Laundry, kitchen, vacuuming, cleaning grout, washing (a couple) windows, cleaning the downstairs bathroom, washing the "casings" on the couch. It's always satisfying to see the house sparkle. It's also equally aggravating trying to keep it that way until Ryan gets home! I found myself getting ticked off at crumbs on the floor. Hm. Maybe it was time for a Mommy time-out? Or maybe it was just a combination of the fact that I had kept telling a certain 3 year old (who shall remain nameless) to stop brushing the crumbs off his highchair...only for him to continue until I was standing directly in front of him. The jury's still out on whether or not there was actually steam coming from my ears. :) It's not that I'm always freaking out about crumbs on the floor. Yesterday, I guess I was just "done" with it all. Well, that and, disobedience drives me rather batty, as well. lol

Cash is starting to talk more. Trey was talking much sooner, but Cash-man is coming along. This morning ,when I offered him toast, he pushed it away and said, "no." Then I tried giving him his bottle and he did the same thing. Later, when I was bringing him downstairs, like we so often do, I stopped at the landing, pointed in the mirror and said, "Who's that?" It caught me completely by surprised when Cash said, "Das". Then I asked him again to say "Cash"...and he said, "Das." Yay. Go, Weeze!

A couple nights ago, I woke Trey up at about 11:00 to bring him to the bathroom. He's practically comatose throughout the process, but as I laid him back in bed, I decided to say quick prayers since the past 2 nights he had fallen asleep before actually being put in bed. So, I start....Mind you, I'm whispering, and Trey is sound asleep. They are quick prayers, nothing fancy. Just as I'm about to finish, I hear Trey mumble something. "What did you say?" He says it again; "Uncle Donnie, Aunt Pam and Ryan..." I smiled. Of course! Even in quick prayers, Trey knows it's important to pray for them!

This coming Saturday is the St. Jude Trike-a-thon. I sure hope everything runs smoothly! I'm excited to see how much money the little ones can raise for St. Jude. Every little bit helps. Online, last I checked, there was around $350. But that's not including the donations that have been made on the sponsor sheets the kids have.

Ryan's mom (Trish) is coming on April 21st. She called yesterday to talk to Trey and told him she was bringing Starburst and a Slip-n-Slide. I wish I had a video camera rolling. His face lit up and his mouth gaped open. He was super excited...even if he didn't know what a Slip-n-Slide was. After I explained it to him, he wanted me to keep "showing him" what we could do on it, and then he wanted me to show Cash. :) I hope the weather cooperates. That kid doesn't forget a thing. He'll be asking to use it the minute we pick her up from the airport!

I wonder where Tim Tebow will go in the draft? I'm kind of smitten with him. haha But that's okay. Ryan knows. And Ryan loves Tony Romo...so we're even. :)

What to do for dinner? Pizza's always a good option, especially since I've only have one chicken breast and a little bit of ground beef. Much better than frying up french fries or onion rings (*ahem*). Or, as I like to call them, "bullseyes". lol

Oh dear mercy...! Trey is bringing in all his trucks and cars from outside...which are full of DIRT!

Are you kidding me?

Like, seriously? Did I really just name my blog ... poopie Spencer? Before anyone says anything, let me first tell YOU how difficult it is trying to come up with a blog name to begin with! I just spent the last 45 minutes typing in name, after name, after name (and it wasn't the first time I've tried to set up a blog!) only to realize that poopie Spencer was, in fact, the last one available. Ok, so maybe not the last one, but almost. I thought "Ordinary Days" was cute and clever. But it wasn't available. Alrighty then. How about "Ordinary Life" ? Nope. Mmmm, lets try "Life Ordinary" ? "My Ordinary Life"? "Just My Ordinary Life", "Name this stupid blog" , "Nothing Clever", "Name this blog before I shoot myself"? Gone. ALL. GONE. So, I went with poopie Spencer. And if you don't know where it came from, check out my FB status.



Anyway. This first blog is going to be short. Like, I'm ending it now, short. But, now that I finally have a blog (you're welcome), I can just jump on anytime (ie: "anytime") and type to my hearts content. *sigh* Now, if I can only figure out how to post this? Lynnnnnnn! Help!