You know you watch too much children's television when...

You hear strains of classical music and immediately start singing the lyrics that the Little Einstein kids sing to that same tune...

Lazy Sunday

One of our New Year's resolutions was to find a church and start attending on a regular basis. We are now almost through February, and we have not even started looking for a church. I am really selfish with my Sunday mornings. I am admittedly lazy and like to sit around and drink coffee and read the newspaper. I also like to go back to bed, because I'm usually the one who Reed wants to get up with him (it's okay though, because he goes to Alex on Saturday mornings and I get to sleep in). I'm really torn on this, though, because I want Reed to grow up going to church. I want him to learn the bible stories and memorize the bible verses like I did growing up. Alex didn't have anything along the lines of Sunday school growing up so he's a bit skeptical of it all, but he's deferred the decision to me. He has no need for organized religion, so he's certainly not the one dragging us out of the house and to church on Sundays. If it's going to happen, it's going to have to be my doing.

More Reedisms

Supermarket = "shopping house"
Dairy Queen = "ice cream house"

Reedisms

Saturday afternoon, we went to get Reed's haircut. We just take him to Great Clips, because they do a decent job and because I don't want to take him to my hoity-toity salon and let him create chaos in that calm, spa-like environment. Background: Reed hates having his haircut. He has had one haircut in his life that he has not cried, screamed, or yelled through, and that was at Cost Cutters in the Southside Wal-Mart in Paducah. Since we can't replicate that experience, we go to Great Clips. I'm also not above bribing him. I offered him a toy (he said he needed a new truck) and ice cream (to which he responded, "it's too cold for ice cream. I want cake." Okay buddy, whatever works). We talked up what a big boy he is ( and his response to that was "I'm not a big boy, I'm a little Reed.") and how if he was good during his haircut, we could go get a new toy truck and then ice cream ("no, cake!").

So we go to GC, put our name on the list and end up with a 40 minute wait. We go to the mall and walk around for a while. Go back to GC and it's finally our turn. He gets in the chair and immediately starts crying. The hairstylists offer him stickers and suckers (this kid has *never* turned down stickers or suckers), to no avail. He's just not happy about being there. We keep reminding him about the toy truck and cake (which, by now, in his mind, has turned into a cupcake with pink icing). He suffers through and finally she's done. He hops down and starts looking for his cupcake - in Great Clips. Frantically. Like, running around like a maniac, yelling "cupcake!" Holy embarassment. All of the stylists are cracking up. He's crying. "Cupcake! I need my cupcake!"

Finally I am able to calm him down enough to tell him that we need to go to the supermarket to get his cupcake ("pink icing, Mommy"). It's still close enough to Valentine's Day that I'm hopeful that we'll find pink icing. We bundle up and head to the supermarket. By this time, he's so focused on his cupcake with pink icing that he's completely forgotten about getting a toy truck (dammit, I wanted to go to Target). We walk in the supermarket and head to the bakery, where, believe it or not, there is not a single pink cupcake to be found. We do find, however, a tiny heart shaped cake that Reed decides will suffice. Thank goodness. Crisis averted.

Of course, all he really wanted was the Crisco-laden icing. That's my boy!

Saturdays are so not fair.

None of us slept well Thursday night. I don't really know why; I think I probably slept too much Thursday afternoon when I came home from work, but I'm not sure what Alex and Reed's deals were. I slept fine last night, but at 5:55 am, my three year old decided that he was ready to get up. Rather than bugging Daddy, he walked the extra 15 steps around to *my* side of the bed to wake me up. I talked him into going back to bed for a little while, but he then decided he was "hungey" so our day began at 6:15. Alex continued to sleep. Until seven-freaking-thirty, at which time he got up, took a shower, and left to take the truck to the dealer for service. When does he get to pull his shift with Reed? I am sooo sleepy, and Reed doesn't give breaks. He's in front of the television right now, but he won't stay for long. Even coffee isn't doing it for me today.

Why I hate winter.

So a little over a year ago, we left nice, warm, Austin Texas to move to Minnesota. It was a great job opportunity for me, and turned out to be a great move for Alex as well. As you might have guessed, the winters in Texas and Minnesota are very, very different. VERY different.

So far this winter, I have fallen and probably cracked my tailbone, and our entire family was sick for a good month. I'm still getting over what my doctor has termed "the worst case of strep throat he's ever seen." We have a foot of snow on the ground right now, and my husband just informed me that it is snowing again. Which means we'll have to dig our cars out again tomorrow, because we're projected to get about four inches, which is just enough to mess things up pretty good.

I'm grateful that we actually get snow, as opposed to Texas (which gets no snow) and Kentucky (which gets mainly ice). You can drive on snow. It's not entirely miserable like dealing with ice. It's even pretty for a little while (until it gets dirty). And it's pretty to watch falling. But otherwise, winter really focking sucks.