Monday, August 30, 2010

What's Wrong With This Picture

In my effort to try and revive my childhood, I would like to propose a game. Reminiscent of the ole Highlights Hidden Picture game, can you find the obscure object in this photo?

Hint: If you are a parent of a small child, you may not notice this, because your life is as impacted as ours.


No, the answer is not the unmade bed.

Yes! That is a child-safety rail on OUR ADULT BED! Since Andy was out of town last weekend- meaning, I lost my anchor on the other side of the bed- and my little one was protesting his crib, I had no choice.

This photo defines last weekend perfectly.

Friday, August 27, 2010

No Love Lost

Today, I had the scare of my life. No, my kids aren't hurt...although I feel like I avoided a situation that could have reached catastrophic heights. Piggy, was missing.

We had just returned from a late morning/lunch escapade of park and taco truck, when I transferred a sleeping 17 month old to bed, only to find - or not find- Piggy. Piggy is Hayden's Lovie. 

Now Lovies come in all forms. Here are some popular bets below. If you have a child, you know the significance of this beloved item and how your parent rating can go from 10 to zero in the blink of an eye if this fuzzy piece of security were to go missing.

I found myself in a frenzy. Since I was not with Hayden when he awoke this morning, because I was not home and out having an affair at Yoga, I had no idea when said item disappeared. My husband had left on a weekend trip and was en route and unreachable (on his motorcycle- so I was worried about him...another blog entry). I called him twice, emailed the friend he was going to meet and texted the nanny. His poor friend must have thought something horrible had happened here...I said I had an emergency...and well, something catastrophic almost did happen!

After an hour of serious searching, texting and dare I say, almost shedding a tear, I had a thought...

"Hayden was playing with the kitchen trash can yesterday."

I opened the trash....and....

Sanity restored.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

August Ryderisms

Wow. Here we are, at the end of August, and every day my crazy 4 1/2 year old has provided me with something ├╝berly blog-worthy, and yet alas... I have failed as a blogger. Too busy, too crazy, too sick, you name it, I have an excuse. I just haven't been able to find the time. Seeing how this serves as a journal for my family, I feel guilty and obliged at the same time to provide some current Freeman Data. I sit here home from work - sick - I have found the time.

Here are some noteworthy moments to pen that you may have already seen on Facebook, or not...

Tom Bush...

I got an IM at work via Google Talk (Andy & my sole means of communication during the day). It went like this:

8:10 AM Andy: Ryder told me that Tom Bush was our President a long time ago, and that he was retarded. He told me Grandma Bevy told him that.

8:11 AM 
 me: "retarded?
 Andy: Yes, very clearly....retarded.
 me: killing her
8:12 AM Andy: I told him that is a very mean thing to say and that some people are different and they can't help it. At least I clarified and told him that his name was George Bush!  So, of course I call Grandma. Her response? She said she told him that George Bush didn't like brocolli, and that he was RETIRED. Apparently, Ryder formed a new opinion of Tom George. 


I am loving that Ryder has adopted my love for Yoga. I have given him his own mat and now he has all he needs to refine his practice. He is definitely an up-and-coming Yogi, creating pose after pose of his own. Here is an example of that...

 Me: Ryder it's time for your bath.
Ry: I need to do some yoga.
Me: no Ryder, now.
Ry: Mommy, I am going to do my poses, now leave me alone.
Me: What is that called?
Ry: Dustmite Protection Pose
It's a Pillow, it's a Pet....

Dear TV. You have successfully infiltrated  my son's brain with guerrilla marketing. My son, post Sesame Street -by the blink of an eye- imprisoned and brainwashed by the Pillow Pet Commercial.

Thankfully, our good friends recently put Ryder out of his misery by purchasing him his beloved Bumble Bee Pillow Pet. We received it actually as a gift for Andy's 40th birthday, a gift that would define Andy as the "Best Dad Ever." Andy decided it would be best to sneak it into Ryder's bed late at night. Here is what he said when he awoke:
Ry: "Look at my pillow pet! I wished for it and it came true!"

Me: Can you show me how it attaches?

Ry: You attach the hook and the strap made of high quality chenille fabric.

Thanks, he's a walking infomercial.