It's Back

This week, we had an uninvited guest at our house. Uninvited and unwanted. This guest has visited our house before, and was unwanted then, too. Want a clue as to who our rude intruder is? It's the stinkeye.

Poor C-Biz has been feeling a little under the weather since Wednesday. Wednesday evening, he had a fever, but was fine Thursday morning. He spent Thursday with Grumpy and we just attributed the fever to teething. Thursday evening, his fever spiked again, though, and by Friday morning, the stinkeye had moved in. Gross. It brought along with it some friends...runny nose, sore throat and one infected ear.

Luckily, we got in to see the pediatrician really quickly yesterday morning and were able to give C a dose of antibiotics early in the day. The stinkeye and his friends have been issued an eviction notice.

C feels better. Mommy and Daddy are a little worse for the wear, though...we're past the days where we can go without sleep and escape unscathed.

Green with Envy

I haven't done a food post in a while so I decided I'd share this morning's breakfast with you all.

Feast your eyes on the Green Monster. (I certainly cannot claim credit for this delicious smoothie. I first learned of them through Morgan and Anna's former blog, and my favorite food blogger makes them on the reg).

Mine this morning was delicious.

A handful of frozen, fresh organic strawberries

1/2 of a banana, sliced

A generous, heaping handful of organic baby spinach (don't be a wus...you can't even taste it)

A dash of sweetener (I used blue agave but you can use whatever suits your fancy)

Add a few ice cubes, a splash of milk or almond milk and blend!

Enjoy
Aren't you green with envy? (Obviously not of my less than stellar photography skills)

I am SO glad summer is here and we finally have fresh fruit to add to the mix! I spent a small fortune yesterday getting fresh fruit and produce for the week.

Mother of the Year

This morning, I may or may not have deserved a visit from DCS. It started out innocently enough. C and I slept in a little since my awesome boss covered my announcement in court this morning. We got up and had breakfast (me: egg whites w/ feta cheese crumbles; C: cottage cheese and 1/2 of a Van's Organic Waffle). I put C-Bizzle in his outfit for the day and went to the bathroom. It took all of 2.5 seconds for the morning to go awry.

C-Note is no stranger to danger.

I, on the other hand am safety first. Pictured below: Carter strapped to me in a BabyBjorn during the last round of tornadoes because I didn't want to be separated from him.

Anyway, back to this morning and my campaign for mother of the year. C has been increasingly mischievous lately. The more mobile he gets, the more trouble he finds.
I went to the bathroom and 2 seconds later, I peeked around the corner and saw this...
Only it was turned on it's side and the familiar, piercing, public swimming pool smell was burning my nose. Carter got into Billbo's cabinet under his bathroom sink and turned over a container of bleach. It had a top on it, but apparently, the top was not screwed on properly, because bleach was leaking all over my floor (which probably wasn't a bad thing) and all over C-Note.

Great.

I jumped up and picked C up, stripped his bleach-soaked shorts off and bathed him to try and get the bleach off of him as soon as possible. He laughed the entire time while I panicked.

Before you judge me for not having this cabinet secured already, let me just say in my defense that C is usually only interested in my sink, because that's where all the electrical cords and really fun, dangerous things are.

Anyway, I didn't have a way to secure the door, so I improvised with Berry's puppy collar.

Ghetto Impressive improvisation, no?

Whatever. It did the trick.

Yikes. Luckily, C-Note is totally fine. He didn't ingest any bleach (which is the first time this month he came into contact with something that did not go directly into his mouth), and he didn't suffer any burns or irritations on his little legs from the bleach (possibly because I ripped his clothes off and bathed the bleach off at the speed of light).

Guess I can take my name out of the running for mother of the year. And for employee of the year...I left my house for work after this morning's debacle at 10:50 a.m. Total fail.

The Truth Hurts

*Why is this happening?

Everywhere I go, I see things like this on the cars of ADULTS! I am so confused. I mean, don't get me wrong...I read the books. And saw the movies. Multiple times. I even enjoyed them in a guilty pleasure sort of way. But seriously, people? Number 1, car stickers are not cool (I will allow one per car, such as a school decal or something, but that is it). Number 2, if you are over the age of 17, decals referring to high school love stories are embarrassing. Come on. It's like having a sorority sticker on your car after you have graduated from college.

I also recently saw a woman who had a tweety bird spare tire cover on the back of her car. You read that correctly. I sent a picture of it to my friend, Laura. I am kicking myself for deleting it from my phone today. No one, under any circumstances, should ever own any Looney Toons paraphernalia, much less have a giant Tweety Bird on the back of her car!

This is pretty much what it looked like and let me just say, when I Googled to get an image, I was horrified at the amount of Tweety Bird car paraphernalia available for purchase. Gross.

Finally, and I am sure I will take some crap for this because this is not as widely hated, but let me go on the record and say that personalized license plates are not cool. Paying extra for your license plate to say something lame like 2hot4u does not, in fact, make you cool. It kind of makes you a tool. Okay, it totally makes you a tool. I was just trying to be nice. The worst are plates on minivans that say things like RaceFam or TooFast or something ridiculous. You drive a minivan. You're not racing anyone.

*If this is your car, I am sorry for publicly outing you, but I feel that I am doing you and any other sticker abusers a service.