Ahhh, I love summer. I love the sounds of the dry bugs creaking at dusk. I love the heat. I love the smell of summer. And I love little boys that play outside wearing their rubber boots and plaid snap front shirts!

Happy is having a blast playing outside in the evenings. He's not a big fan of getting IN water, so I haven't even bothered buying him a little plastic pool this summer. Right now, he's even boycotting sitting down in the bathtub. Go figure? He loves to ride his tricycle (but wont pedal it half the time) and ride his little Police Car cozy coupe. He loves to dig in in the yard. He loves running and yelping and hollaring outside. He loves to blow bubbles. He loves to sing a song that he made up... "I LOVVVVEEEEE Milk!! I lovveeeeee some MILK!" Yep, he really does love milk, and the song is too cute. If I had a good video camera with a hard drive, I could post a clip on you tube. :)

But here is fair warning. If you ever hear a two and a half year old tell you before a diaper change "ohhhh, Mommy .... it's stinky Bubble Poo Poo" ... run. Yes. RUN. Happy had a bit of the runs this evening, and instead of telling me he had to go potty, he just hid in the corner and filled up that dang diaper. When I was going to change him, he informed me of the Stinky Bubble Poo Poo. I didnt think anything of it. I mean, really ... I should have. It was bad. REAL bad.

And if you think of it, when you do have the runs ... it IS kind of like bubbles of poo shooting out of your hiney. I love the term now. So I will forever more never have diahhrea ..... I will only have Bubble Poo Poo.

And I shall quickly start actively trying to potty train my very verbal 2 1/2 year old son.

GrrrrrrrrRabbits!

Rabbits. They should be cute and fluffy and sweet. But the rabbits we have in our back yard are making me crazy! I mean, look at him....

Those beady little eyes.... those sharp little teeth.. Look what he did to my Purple Cone Flower ....

It should look like this:

Sighhhh.........either I need to put up a rabbit proof fence around my flower garden, or invest in a rabbit trap and send him to my Mom's. :)

Guilty Pleasures

I have to confess. It was late one night after work ... and I indulged in a guilty pleasure.

I was driving along on a dark, empty road. My feet were sore, and stinky. My legs hurt from standing for 5 hours. I had forgotten to pee for my entire 5 hour shift, so I was uncomfy to say the least.

Then it happened.

Vanilla Ice came on the radio. And all of the sudden I was transformed! For a few minutes, my windows slid on down ... the radio cranked up loud ... and I was singing along with Ice Ice Baby at the top of my lungs..... hair flying around my face, hands thumping on the steering wheel. Ahhhh..sweet guilty pleasure of mine! I felt like I was 17 and heading home from my after-school job at the Sears Service Center. Young, dumb and none-the wiser.

Then the song was over. And something I had never heard came on, and the moment was gone.

But for a few minutes, my feet didn't stink, my legs didn't hurt, my flabby leftover baby belly was gone, no varicose veins covered my legs ... I was tan, young and didnt know what 34 year old's body ache's felt like.

Ahh, life is good.

I'm looking forward to coming home one night and hearing "She's My Cherry Pie" on the radio. I'll rock out to that by myself too.

:)

I need a vacation...

These are the only states I've been to. How sad! And some of them were just states that I've been to while I drove through them .. not a luxurious vacation there! Or it was when I was really little and didnt know where I was!

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I have friends that live here .....

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But they need to live here ....

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Nuff said. :)