Saturday, March 08, 2014Me- When is Lent?
The-Guy - ?
Me - You know. Lent? Like, when does it start?
The-Guy - Lent? It was already Lent. Because it was Fat Tuesday.
Me - And then it was Ash Wednesday and then it was Lent?
Him - Yes. Ash Wednesday.
Me - AW MAN!
Me - So that means we missed Mardi Gras Galveston!
Me - How did it get to be so early?
Me - It's not even Purim yet.
Me - How did it already get to be Lent? We missed it right? How did that happen?
Him - We're Jewish.
Me - Oh. Right.
At least we didn't miss Rodeo!
Posted by Jill at 9:56 PM | |
You Know When is an Awesome Time to Start Up an Internet Business? When you Don't Have any Internets...
Friday, February 14, 2014Yeah so it takes me a long time to do dishes these days because in addition to having "help", I see something super cute like this...
And then I have to rush over to get my phone and take video. But when I do, the song stops playing. So then I have to just turn on the regular radio and you can't see the part where she has her little fists all up in the air dancing to Steve Earle. Or the part where she hits her head on the refrigerator.
But she still looks cute. She can't help it.
In any case, if it seems like I haven't been posting all that much it's because...when I was supposed to be packing to visit my mom and dad over New Years, I decided to sell Jamberry nails. About which a friend said, "You must REALLY not like packing!"
And while we're up there, we usually don't have so many internets.
But the baby does get to eat snow.
And potholder loops disguised as bracelets.
So then we come home and everyone gets sick. And then when we're well I can't find the stylus to my tablet to process pictures. And I blame the baby, and a different friend says "she just hasn't passed it yet".
But it turned out that the baby hadn't eaten my stylus. She just attempted to eat it, at which point I hid it so well that I couldn't even find it.
So then The Guy found it and I was all ready to blog, except we ran out of internets again.
You know what's truly awesome? Trying to get started on an internet sales business on a phone. But the Comcast guy came and saved us all and so now I can post pictures and stuff.
In the mean time, if you've been starved for baby pictures, I've put a ton of them right here on this page because...surely cute baby pictures sell nail wraps, right? http://facebook.com/sugarjams.
Posted by Jill at 9:19 PM | |
Sunday, January 12, 2014The Boonga is like the opposite of an Eskimo. Instead of forty kajillion words for snow, she has a handful of words to mean forty kajillion things.
It's kind of good, because she wasn't really so very crazy about snow, at least not at first.
Here's a Boonga Dictionary -
Bhhhw - Bow, Boat, Bunny, Ball, Bath, Blue, etc.
Sheesh - Sister/Sissy, cheese
About the only obvious ones are Moe Moe Dat (More more of that) and "Uh ohh," which may be pronounced "Uh OHCHT!" depending on her need for emphasis.
And of course there's always "Wah Wah!" (Brother, Water) Acceptable as a sibling or as a drink!
Happy 2014 everyone!
Posted by Jill at 8:02 AM | |
Sunday, December 29, 2013**********UPDATED AGAIN*******
Congratulations Mary Katherine!!!! Mary Katherine was pregnant with me over Facebook when I had Lielle and she is the lucky winner of these beautiful Jamberries! I hope you love them as much as I do Mary Katherine! They are great for keeping nice nails while chasing busy toddlers!!! The winner from my Facebook launch party will be announced as soon as humanely possible!
Dear everyone who has embarked on this Jamberry adventure with me willingly or unwillingly,
Today is the big day of BOTH raffles, and believe me when I say that no one has been more excited about that than me. However, after having our trip home delayed by four days (remember when a four HOUR delay was a big deal?), I arrived back at work today (without my luggage) only to find out that our school was mourning the sudden and unexpected loss of a parent of four sweet, wonderful children, two of whom I was lucky enough to teach in their preschool years.
As my family can attest, I have been beyond eager to hold the raffles. However, I’m sure that you will all understand that I will be delaying the drawings for a day so that I can return to my former irritating…I mean infectious enthusiasm and energy.
In a completely uncharacteristic move for me, I fell head over heels in love with a beauty product. Me! The one who has a hard time remembering to slap on some eyeliner and is lucky to make it to work with a little lip gloss.
In a much more characteristic move I impulsively decided I needed to become an "independent consultant" of these products within ten minutes of trying them.
And to help move things along in that department, I decided to try my first ever giveaway. So without further ado, meet Jamberry nails! The giveaway is for one set, which will be enough for two to three manicures.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
To see more colors and patterns, check out my Jamberry site!
Meanwhile, The Boonga is all about the accessorizing. While she waits to be old enough to wear Jamberries (there are junior sizes, but she would find a way to eat them), she's trying out something a little more baby friendly.
I promised her some Jamberries as soon as she's old enough not to eat them.
Posted by Jill at 10:14 AM | |
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Hide the silverware (so that she doesn't realize you are beginning to unload the dishwasher).
Hand wash pots and pans in an attempt to delay the inevitable.
Take spices away from baby and explain that glass bottles aren't really a toy. Clean up one last speck of glass from the last time she thought playing with glass would be fun.
Wait until the baby's back is turned to wash out her favorite pot. Step around baby as she removes her second favorite pot from the cabinet.
Pull out the bottom rack of the dishwasher as quietly as possible. When baby comes running, explain that you weren't really emptying the dishwasher, just setting the table.
Hurry to grab each dish from the baby as she empties the bottom rack so that no more get broken today.
Tell baby not to bang the glass table with the ceramic dishes. Take baby off the dining room table and un-set the table.
Stop to change a diaper.
Hurry to grab each dish from the baby as she empties the top rack.
Try to put dirty dishes into the dishwasher faster than the baby can empty them, all while repeating, "These are dirty dishes! They stay 'in in in!'"
Give up until after the baby has gone to bed. Decide to fix her lunch for the next day instead.
Spend the entire time repeating, "This wa-wa (water) is for tomorrow. You already have wawa right there!" and "This moe-eesh (more please) is for tomorrow. You can eat that moe-eesh that's on your plate."
Posted by Jill at 1:49 PM | |
And Now for Another Exciting Episode of "Who Is This Woman And What's That Black Thing That's Always In Front of Her Face?"
Friday, December 13, 2013Why does this mama person always have that black rectangle in front of her face?!?!?!?
Doesn't she know I have better things to do than just sit under a tree all day long?
Oh. Wait. She has stickers?
In that case, maybe I do have a little time to just hang around and be cute.
But only a little.
Posted by Jill at 8:36 PM | |
It's Way too Cold Around Here to Even Think About Having Any Cold Weather. You Know, Cold Weather. That kind of weather they have other places that aren't here.
Saturday, December 07, 2013This baby…ok toddler…loves to help! In fact, she's helping us to the point of sheer exhaustion. She helps unload the dishwasher. She still doesn't really care whether the dishes are dirty or clean. She'll lick either and scatter them on the floor.
Have you ever seen anyone quite so gleefully doing household chores?
She helps make eggs.
They're pretty good too.
She helps clear her place at the table…by throwing all her food on the floor when she's done.
And then later, hours and hours later, she helps by throwing away her food. Or at least she tries - she set this particular piece of banana on top of the garbage can for me to encounter later when I least expected it.
She couldn't throw it away because we have to keep the garbage can locked. Because otherwise she will help us empty the garbage.
She even helped Dad unwrap one of his presents. It's totally okay that he hadn't gotten home from work yet and didn't know he had a present waiting for him. Right?
One place she won't be helping out - the city's Snowfest. Never mind that this is Texas and it's only snowed once in the past six or more years. The sign said the snow fest was STILL being held! Still! One has to at least celebrate the lack of snow with some fake snow. Or something.
Unfortunately, the Snowfest was canceled due to inclement weather.
What exactly was the inclement weather that heralded the demise of the Snowfest?
Wait for it…
It was cold.
Yep. It was a doggone 37 degrees today and WAY too cold to have a festival celebrating snow. Drat. Think of all the help the little Boonga could have given them.
Posted by Jill at 8:50 PM | |
If You Choose to Have A "Late in Life Baby", It Might be Best to Encase Yourself in Plaster Before the Kid Can Even Crawl
Saturday, November 30, 2013That baby of ours is cute, but whenever I'm around her I say things like,
"No more 'more'! You already have 'more' right here! Eat the 'more' on your plate and then you can have more 'more'."
My boy on the other hand, ends up having to say goofy sounding stuff just to get me to stop talking -
Me - "Y'Know, when the baby is all grown up and I'm already dead, you're giving to have to make sure she has somewhere to go for Passover."
Boy - ?
Me - "Because you're the youngest. If I'm dead and The-Guy is dead and Older Gal is dead, you and the Sweet Pea will have to make sure the baby has somewhere to go on the holidays."
Boy - ?
Me - "I might not be dead. I might just be old. And doddering."
Boy - ?
Me - "You know!!!!! Like when she's 30, I'll already be 73. So you'll have to have her over for Passover…or at least drop in at her place unexpectedly."
Boy - "As long as I can be referred to as The Godfather."
Hopefully I live long enough to hear the baby say stuff like that. Because it's extremely dangerous to have a "late in life baby". I never sustained a single baby related injury during The Boy or The Sweet Pea's formative years. But I've already fallen flat on the floor three times as a result of this kid.
Not to mention the fact that her car seat attacked me last week and yanked off part of my fingernail and the skin underneath.
Unlike when my boy busted his head wide open, I did not take a picture. You're welcome.
Both The-Guy and I have had broken toes thanks to her little innocent self. I didn't take pictures of our broken toes either. Your welcome.
I used to advise against having a new baby when you already had a high school senior. But that was when she was a newborn and she cried EVERY. WAKING. MOMENT. Having a toddler while you have a couple in college and one in high school is totally, totally worth all the injuries.
She's a lot of fun.
Posted by Jill at 7:58 AM | |
Monday, November 18, 2013The problems of today's youth are many. For example, when I'm upset Mama drags out the camera.
And those people NEVER get me the correct art supplies! I told them regular yogurt doesn't have the depth or dimension that I need! Next time maybe they'll get me Greek yogurt.
I even got put inside a block tower!
At least the next door neighbor's dog loves me. She love me not. She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me…
These days there are plenty of cool things to play with:
But, if we don't play our cards right we get could sent to "Lego lessons". Mama says when she was a kid, she just got to play with her Legos.
I hope that everyone is having a good week! (and hasn't been sent to Lego class!)
Posted by Jill at 3:12 PM | |