When You Have Nothing Interesting to Say...

Write a blog entry. So, this may not be the most interesting post I ever write, but I promise it will have some adorable pictures. Yee-Haw.

A word of warning...at the end of this post there will be an update to the "Shpoop" post from earlier in the week. That update will include a photo, so if you've got the sensitive sensibilities I talked about earlier, maybe, don't look at it. You've officially been warned.

You've also probably noticed I've been playing around with lots of cute nicknames for the men in my life. I'm doing away with that. It's stupid. I feel like a dork when I type them and you all know them by their real names, so that's what they're going to go by from now on. Some of the other blogs that I read use cute little nicknames and it's adorable and makes perfect sense. Somehow, I don't feel like I can pull it off as well as they do. Anyway, Grandma Pam will most likely remain GP simply because I'm lazy & don't want to type the whole thing out as often as I'm probably going to include her in a post (that's how much time we spend with her).

Okay, on to the less than interesting stuff occupying my mind today:

1) Dylan developed this weird rash following Thanksgiving dinner. I think it was just hives, but since none of us have ever had hives (at least since we bought our house and DJ had his FREAK OUT moment, or month, whatever) we weren't entirely sure. Plus, when it's something on your kid, you're sure it's some sort of horrible disease. Like Typhoid Fever (thanks, Private Practice) or Lyme Disease or Measles. I show you the remnants of them here:

P.S.- Not, I repeat NOT the adorable pictures I promised. Those are next:

2) I was looking through pictures the other day, trying to compare how similar, or dissimilar, Zach & Dylan are to each other. I present some of them to you here...you decide.

Dylan on the Left

Zach on the Right












YES, they're even in the same outfit. I know, I know, I have WAY too much free time on my hands.











Now, PLEASE take the poll at the top left of the page.


3) My Turkey from yesterday turned out DE-Lish. Well, after it went back into the oven for another 30 minutes. There's nothing like trying to carve a RAW turkey. Not raw, exactly, but definitely not cooked through. If it had been a steak it would have been PERFECT!

















Before & After

4) For the one you've all been waiting for...the Shpoop. To be fair, this one occurred right as he was waking up from a SUPER LONG nap, like five hours, so his diaper was full of the other stuff. There was really nowhere for it to go. Except Out:

Before

After

Sometimes, a bath is the only thing that's going to make any difference. The "magic" swing pad is in the wash as well. :0)

Dia de los Turkeys

Thanksgiving is officially over, although in our house, it has just begun. I just put a 22lb Turkey in the oven so that Big D can get his leftover Turkey sandwich fix. From the size of the turkey, I think we might have leftovers until Christmas. Hopefully he won't end up looking like he did last night after GORGING himself on all the fixins' at his mothers house.

Z-man slept through "The Meal" yesterday and Little D spent the entire time yelling at me that he needed water.

"Water, Meghan!"

He ate his roll, and that was about it, until dessert, when he "ate" a piece of Pumpkin Pie, which consisted mainly of him scooping the whipped cream off the top of it.




Then we tried to get a picture for GP & Poppy's Christmas card. Needless to say, at least for those of you who know Little D, it did not go over well. We had to pull him away from playing trains, so he was pretty damn pissed at us. I post the pictures to give you an idea of the experience, but I've edited them just on the off chance that GP decides to use them. I don't want to spoil her card completely.

That would be my dramatic son throwing himself on the floor.

It was the Worst. Thing. Ever!

That went on for a good 10 minutes. Until we all just decided it wasn't worth listening to anymore screaming or crying (some of which was coming from me). Big D and I didn't speak for a little while after the photo session. For those of you who were there, I wasn't trying to say that Big D made Little D cry to begin with. I was simply trying to say that the way he was approaching the situation, (literally, the way he was coming toward us) was making it worse b/c Little D thought he was ruining his train tracks. So There. Whatever. I'm over it now. Clearly.

The rest of the photos of the day are here.

So, now we prepare for Christmas. Should be pretty easy since I never got around to taking last year's lights down. Take that, neighbors! I beat you to the festivities AND I didn't even have to lift a finger! What can be better than that? Now that's the Holiday spirit!


Z Man is yelling and the "Magic" swing is out of batteries. Again. Looks like I have to go perform my motherly duties. Oh, and my turkey probably needs basting.