Free Today, Dishes Tomorrow

UPDATED!!

I wanted to clarify something. Since Hubba Hubba himself misunderstood my post (and he knows me best) I figured many of you might have, as well. I did not mean to imply that Hubba Hubba didn't get anything done while I was away--chasing after Wiggle Man is hard work, people! I was merely highlighting the trade-off I made: tubing yesterday, dishes today.

Incidentally, I came downstairs to find Hubba Hubba unloading the dishwasher in preparation to load the dishes in the sink. He's taken, ladies!

ORIGINAL POST:

I consider myself very lucky to have the husband I do. I want to say that off the bat. He's great. He stayed home with Wiggle Man yesterday so I could go snow tubing with my brother-in-law and sisters-in law. (I have to qualify that it's snow tubing so that my southern readers don't picture us floating down a river. Which is also fun. This just involved snow and boots.)

But nothing comes free.

That last bowl was sullied to make Muddy Buddies. If you haven't made 'em, you need to. I'd share, but we don't have any left. We ate them all on the drive up to the mountains. I might need to make more.

Not Me! Monday--The LOVE Edition

Happy Monday, friends! You should all head on over to MckMama's to check out the Not Me! Monday happiness she has going on over there. She's the queen of NM!M, and Mr. Linky can direct to you hundreds of other bloggers who participate.

This week:

*I did not write this early this week in another of my sad attempts to be the first on Mr. Linky's list. I do not happen to know that the best I've done is somewhere in the 60s. I do not hope every week to be #1.

*I did not make a mental list of all the yummy treats I'll be making this week because one of my dearest friends is coming to visit. This list does not include a massive amount of chocolatey things.

*I did not seriously consider taking a picture of the gorgeous flowers my "big" Valentine got me, because they're so beautiful I want to brag about them. I did not also want a picture of the chocolates my "little" valentine got me.

*I did not have to stifle laughter as I sat in the other room listening to Hubba Hubba: "Wiggle Man, take this present to Mommy. Here, Wiggle Man. Wiggle Man--take this to Mommy! NO, WIGGLE MAN! TAKE THESE TO MOMMY! WIGGLE! MOMMY!" Apparently, Wiggle Man thought that the gift bag containing my lovely chocolates was for him. How much he has to learn.

*I did not have dinner Saturday night at 10 pm, because that was the only reservation we could get at our favourite restaurant.

*Here's the pictures I did not take:

Be The Envy Of All Your Friends

Yesterday we took a family field trip. Hubba Hubba, The Wiggle Man and I all piled into the car and drove off to our local aquarium. We'd taken Wiggle Man there last year when he was much smaller. He seemed to really like it even at that age, so we thought he'd love it now.



We were right.



He had a blast looking at all the animals, quacking at the ducks in one of the exhibits, and splashing water. Only in the places it was allowed, of course. There were tanks where you could touch different aquatic animals, which I thought was cool. Wiggle Man thought the water was cool--the starfish, stingrays, sharks, etc...not so much. One swam up to his hand, and scared the poor kid, I think. Hubba Hubba and I were amused, however.



Here's what surprised me the most. In a building filled with strollers, ours attracted quite a lot of attention.

I've cropped Wiggle Man out of the picture...at least, his head. You can see his belly and feet if you really want to look. Of course, this is a picture from last year, so his belly and feet are much bigger.

I have, however, left in the really pertinent part of the stroller--the steering wheel. Two different children came running up to the stroller to play with the steering wheel. Each time they saw it, which happened to be twice each...so our stroller got attacked a total of four times. (See how good at math I am?)

So, if you'd like your little guy or gal to be the envy of at least 2 children at the aquarium, I highly recommend our stroller. Plus, it's got a place to plug in your mp3 player, so maybe you could be the envy of a few moms, too.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Ah...Spring Training is just around the corner! Can the Phillies do it again? Will my Jays be a Cinderella team? Only time will tell...

Not Me! Monday

Well, technically it's Sunday night, but I thought I'd get a jump on things. You won't see this until Monday morning, anyway. I highly recommend you head to MckMama's blog to check out her awesome Not Me! Monday, as well as a list of other bloggers who are not confessing their shortcomings to us all.

So, this week...

*I am not totally cranky while typing this. I have not been cranky all day. This has nothing to do with the fact that I had to try FOUR DIFFERENT shopping carts at a store that shall remain nameless in order to find one that worked. Of course, even Number Four had a strong tendency to veer off to the right. So strong, in fact, that by the time I left the store, my arms were sore from trying to steer the stupid thing straight. FOUR CARTS, people.

*As I said, I'm not cranky about this.

*I did not wear a maternity skirt at some point during this week. I will not share with you when I did not wear such a thing, because I'll likely not wear it again, and some of you saw me wear it. I want to not wear it again. It's so stinkin' comfortable.

*I am not craving the whoopie pie I bought this weekend at the farmer's market.

*I did not do laundry this week for the sole purpose of smelling my new detergent.

*I do not play Super Mario Brothers on Hubba Hubba's Nintendo thingy more than he does. It does not relax me.

*I am not seriously considering whether or not I have time for the whoopie pie before I have to head out.

*I do not have a love hate relationship with socks. Love, in that they keep my feet warm. Hate, in that I hate wearing them and find them grossly uncomfortable. Bare feet is not one huge reason I look forward to summer.

*The socks are not something else that's making me cranky.

*I'm not ending this post to go ask Hubba Hubba when we have to leave. The timing of which has nothing to do with the aforementioned whoopie pie.

Who Do They Design These For?

So, last night Hubba Hubba and I went to the movies. I know, ladies--isn't he wonderful? He knew I needed a night out, so he arranged for someone to watch the Wiggle Man, and off we went. Slumdog Millionaire, by the way, is a great movie.

Here's my question--who is in charge of designing the bathroom stalls in movie theaters? Or restaurants, or malls, or any public place for that matter. Why is it so hard to get into these things, shut the door, and remove a coat? Am I the only one here? Is there some coat-removing etiquette I'm unaware of? And once you finally do manage to get your...umm...business done, you have to do the whole thing in reverse! Why do the doors on three quarters of these things open to the inside????? There's precious little space in there to begin with.

This drives me nuts. EVERY TIME.

On the plus side, this bathroom had one of those fabulous hand dryers that actually dries hands. You know the ones? The air comes out at such a high speed that the flesh on your hand spreads out under the stream of air. I LOVE these things. I want one at home. Just to play with.

Not Me! Monday

If you want some seriously good Not Me! Monday reading, head on over to MckMama's for the very best in non-confession, plus a huge list of other blogs participating in the fun. As for me, here goes:



This week:



*I did not just realise that I have leftover party invitations sitting on the desk. They are not from Wiggle Man's birthday. In September.



*I do not enjoy using sentence. Fragments.



*I am not a little bit worried this won't be interesting because I haven't been adding to it all week like I usually do, and am instead coming up with all this on the fly. This is not because I can't seem to remember anything anymore.



*I am not interrupting this to go change a very wet and very smelly child.



*That did not take longer than I thought it would. That's not because the aforementioned child managed to get my pants wet as he sat on my lap. Before I realised he was wet, of course.



*I am not ridiculously hungry. After what I ate last night, I shouldn't need to eat again until at least Wednesday.



*I do not occasionally think up things I would do if I were fabulously wealthy. Those things do not include hiring someone who will put moisturiser on that one spot I can't reach between my shoulders and, of course, laser hair removal. Ah, to never shave my legs again.



*I do not think it's cute to dress Wiggle Man in clothes that are too big. He does not remind me of being in high school when all the boys wore pants that were 4 sizes too big.



*I am not cutting this short to go eat breakfast.