Bathtime

Tycho and Mara were in the bath today and Mara was kicking like crazy.

Tycho: Baby splashed me! Say sorry, Baby.

At Kroger

Guy behind me at the cash register: I'd like to get one of those! Where did you get that item? *points to Mara*
Me: *chuckles*
Cash register lady: I think she got it at the doll store.

So true. She's a cutie. Picture to prove it:

Are You Guys Having A Killer Time?

So, for some reason, I can't get the face plate onto ma radio in the car. So I have been without a radio for a couple weeks now. But that doesn't stop me from singing along with the songs in my head.

For some reason I had "Ghetto Superstar" stuck in my head on the way home from the mall today ($160 refund HOLLAAAA... more on that later). I can't even remember the last time I heard that song, and I certainly don't know the words

Ghetto superstar
That is what you are
...
Come away with me
To another place
We can rely on each other
ah aaahh

Yeah, that's all I got. And when I don't know the words to a song, I say one of two things: (a) whatever is on my mind (today on the way home, it was how much I had to go potty), or (b) I like pie. Thank you, Prabhat.

Ghetto superstar
That is what you are
I like to eat pie
It tastes really good

It doesn't have to rhyme. Andyways, so Jacob's extra pair of glasses that we ordered BEFORE HE LEFT still aren't in. So Jacob's mom went to the mall yesterday and threw an epic hissy fit on my behalf. And she got them to refund half the price of the glasses! Amazing!! I really need to learn how to do that. But part of me just doesn't think it's right... I mean, it's not the manager's fault that the glasses didn't pass inspection and had to be made again (and then the new pair broke in transit, so ANOTHER pair had to be made). And all I can think in a situation like that is, what if I were the manager? But I'm still super grateful that Jacob's mom saved me $160. Holla.

Tycho learned to wink! His one eye is barely open, but I'm counting it.

Yummy

This makes me wanna make rice krispie treats every day

Genetics Are A Friend To My Teeth

Today I took a trip to the dentist. My last visit to a dentist? About four years ago... so, yeah, I was expecting some bad news.

Dentist (after looking at the x-rays and poking around my mouth for a little bit): Your teeth look great, now lets take a look at those gums.
Me: ...
Dentist: Your gums are amazing! These are the best gums I've seen in a long time, you must floss every day.
Me: ...
Dentist: Okay, we'll see you in about six months for a cleaning.

I'm telling you, that is almost verbatim. I LOVE MY TEETH.

Also, I don't floss every day. Jiggawhat.

Some Say Love, It Is A River

Me--having way too much fun with the Napoleon Dynamite Soundboard
Tycho--coloring next to me

Napoleon: Did you take a dump in your bed last night?
Tycho: YEAH!

The Funniest Comment Made Yesterday

Volleyball. I'm not good at it (but what sport am I good at, really?). And yet I play it twice a week. Andyways, last night we played volleyball and one time I hit the ball into the net.

Random guy: Who put that net there?

Good one, random guy.

The "Ghetti" Was Fine

You can tell what Tycho hears most in certain situations because, after awhile, he starts saying what he's heard. I made spaghetti fo dinna today. The noodles had been on the stove for a couple of minutes when Tycho informed me

Tycho: Mom, the ghetti is burning.

Edit

A tiny crack in the wall, not Tycho's head. HAHAHAHA

Some Quotes I Like from Some Peopo I Like

“When our wagon gets stuck in the mud, God is much more likely to assist the man who gets out to push than the man who merely raises his voice in prayer—no matter how eloquent the oration.”
- Dieter F. Uchtdorf

"So motherhood can be a bit messy. Not always in the peanut butter sense, but in the uncertainty and self-questioning sense of things."
- Julie Rhodes

"Mothering is scary. The levels of love you can feel borders uncomfortable. It stretches your impulses, your fights, your flights, it teeters on insanity how much you love your children. And to see them hurt, to feel them squirm with pain, to be unprepared, to be unhelpful is torture. Real torture."
- CJane


Today's Tycho-funny:

Zach was roughhousing with Tycho. He threw Tycho on the bed and Tycho bounced and his head hit the wall (hard enough that there's a tiny crack). Tycho didn't cry--he's a Morrill.

Tycho: Ow.
Zach: Tycho, you broke the wall.
Tycho: Ow.
Zach: Maybe we shouldn't play that game anymore...
Tycho: No, I wanna break the wall again!

Cypress Wins

Turns out Cypress is one, lucky place. YAY FOR CLAIRE COMING BACK TO TEXAS

Today's Tycho-funny:

Let's set the stage. I "made" Tycho Spaghetti O's for lunch and he was sitting in his high chair with the bowl in front of him. I spoon-fed him the first bite.

Me: Tycho, you have to feed yourself.
Tycho: I can't do it.
Me: You can do it, Tycho. Hold the spoon with your hand.
Tycho: My hand is closed.
Me: Open your hand and hold the spoon.
Tycho: I can't open it.
Me (a little frustrated): Yes, you can, Tycho. Open your hand like this. *I close and open my hand as an example*
Tycho: I can't open it. I have to hold my pants.
Me: Why do you have to hold your pants?
Tycho: I need to go pee-pee.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Realization

Aight, I'm back(ish), peopo, and I've come to a realization: I complain too much.

I read all my old blog posts yesterday and was semi-surprised at how complainy I am. Now, to quote my sister's friend that I creeped on:

"The true fact of the matter is that everything here is good. Not exactly ideal, or perfectly normal, but what is normal anyway? Ideality can only be achieved in the mind, and the human species is infintismally fantastic at finding something else to complain about... So in conclusion, if you encounter another fellow being that happens to be complaining about something, make sure that they can front, side, and back it up, because if they don't, the only thing they should receive is a healthy dose of reminder slap."

Yay, 2011. New Year's resolutions: no soda and no complaining.

Today's Tycho-funny:

me: Tycho, you gotta be quiet while I'm on the phone
Tycho: ok, Mommy
me: What are you gonna do while I'm on the phone?
Tycho: talk