the degradation of Mama

when Z learned to talk, he said Poppa first.

I think there were even a few other words spoken before he finally got around to Mama. But it was Mama, for years, & i LOVED it.

somewhere over the past year, it transitioned into Mom, which i wasn't happy about.

(Poppa also transitioned into Dad, also frowned upon.)

So we've had talks about what we are to be called, Poppa & Mama.

Lately though, i've been called "MowMow" what that is or how it was derived i have no idea. He's also said PowPow a few times.

about the color red

last night Z picks out his clothes for school today - a superman shirt & red shorts.
this morning he gets dressed, then he takes off the shirt.

he comes back with a red shirt to match his red shorts but the reds don't match so i try to explain to him that he can't wear the top & bottom when the reds don't match but before i can get too far into it, he's already left the room.

he comes back with another red shirt & as he's putting it on, i try again to explain. then B gets involved also trying to explain.

then Z starts crying.

i tell him the superman shirt looked fine with his shorts & B says we should just let him wear the red shirt & not care that he doesn't match, so what if his friends make fun of him.

but i say "no, we can't do that, look how many years it took me to train you how to dress"

& B says "you trained me how to dress?"

"yeah"

"so you take credit for my clothes?"

"not always, sometimes i just don't have it in me to fight the Wisconsin in you"

achy breaky

the other day the boy is going around singing

"don't break apart, my achy breaky heart".

so i'm compelled to ask "what?"

he looks at me blankly

"could you repeat that?"

i just said "don't break apart, my achy breaky heart"

"ok, but where did you hear that?" (such sounds & words ain't allowed in our household)

"Elise & Lizzy were singing it."

Alright, the girls can listen to country & sing all they want, & i'm ok with you learning the lyrics from them, but you, you are not allowed to listen to achy breaky heart mister...

had a bit of a scare

last week B brings up "hey, aren't you a little late?"

"um, it's soon"

"no i think you're late"

so i go look at the calendar & it's been 6 WEEKS! WTF
no let me repeat WWWTTTFFF!!!
yeah, can you say perplexed?
how about elevated blood pressure?

Sunday am, we no longer needed to worry, but DANG it was a rough couple of days there.

then i remembered i had my period when we were in sd, so i wasn't late at all. that mark on the calendar mid-march was for something else...what i can't recall.

old movies

i caught part of Grease 2 while home for lunch, such a silly movie. i got to see rehearsals for "a girl for all seasons", the unforgettable "cool rider" & had to wait around for "who's that guy?"

i love to re-watch movies, especially ones that i haven't seen in a really long time. i like to compare whatever it was that stood out to me about the movie back then, opposed to what i notice now. not that long ago i caught the end of Sid & Nancy & i was amazed at what a fantastic job Gary Oldman did portraying Sid.

about dinner last night

so we did the soccer thing, then we did the dinner thing & then i did the funny thing.

all the adults sat at the big table & the boys sat a little table by themselves & had their own tv to watch cartoons. it was nice to have the boys entertain each other. then Z runs up to the table & says he has to potty, then he says "real bad".

in Z terms that's the equivalent of "i've already starting peeing in pants."

so i get up & we hurry out of the banquet room, down the hallway, then once i can see up ahead start running towards the bathroom...& it goes south from there.

we enter the bathroom & i nudge him to the back of the room where there's an open stall & then i notice urinals on the wall & then i notice a guy washing his hands (which is weird in itself because in my experience it's a rare occasion for a guy to wash up).

but i digress...yeah, urinals....& a guy...& well, it was a lot to process in the frantic moments of trying to get a little one in the bathroom as fast as possible; before he pees all over himself, then cries because he's wet & is too embarrassed to hang out with his big boy friends anymore.

but what was even funnier is the guy apologized to me "oh i'm sorry" so i'm pretty sure the look on my face was
"wtf are YOU doing here?"
never mind that i was in the men's room.

so i finally look at the door (& although it was probably only seconds to process but felt like hours) i put together urinals + man in room + "men" sign on the door = I'M the one in the wrong place.

so apologized to him as i changed to a few shades of scarlet & waited outside for Z to finish his business.

Greys!!!!

wow, i don't know if i can handle all this excitement! a NEW episode of Grey's will be on tonight! Z has soccer, then we have a work anniversary dinner, but we are SO going to be home before 8:00!

update 1:14pm, i realized Grey's is on at 9 not 8, so i have a better chance of getting to see it. but tonight is also bath night for Z, so have to work that in. i told B it's his responsibility to come up with a lie if we need one in order to get home on time. he said because he loves me so much, he didn't have a problem with that.

PETA is crazy

i just read this article that PETA is offering big $$ to any group who can create meat.

is that strange to anyone besides me? here we are in the middle of this organic this/organic that backlash. & now we are supposed to bring own hemp bags to the grocery store to take home some fresh from the test tube chicken...
doesn't that sound tasty?
wonder what kind of lab sauce they'll make to go with it?

while i am against animals being treated poorly (even the ones we eat), what really got me was this offer is made because they want to find a better way of dealing with "America's meat addiction". so the creation of space meat would logically stop the cruel methods used to raise & butcher the animals we eat today. instead of trying to create meat why don't they research better methods of humanely raising the animals?

but in the end, these animals aren't pets, they will be butchered & YES, i'm very thankful to not be the one who has to do the butchering or pluck that chicken.
i'm with courtney cox, if we weren't supposed to eat it, it wouldn't taste so good. (yeah, i know it was her character, in a show, that i don't watch; but i liked the statement.)