If only.....

For Christmas Tarren received some sample shampoo and conditioners from Bath & Body Works. She had rediscovered them last week and decided to try them. The particular one she wanted to try out was some sort of stress relieving serum... I didn't pay to much attention to it other than it being in pretty green bottles.

This morning while I was in the shower getting ready for work, I saw the bottles and thought I would try them out. They smelled good.

In our house, we have an open door policy, so Tarren came into the bathroom while I was showering.


Tarren - Mom, are you using my shampoo and conditioner?
Me - Yeah, they smelled good. Sorry, I should have asked
Tarren - That's okay, do you like them?
Me - Sure.
Tarren - Did it take away all your stress?


The thought was genuine and sincere because she knows about my high stress levels lately, but I had to smile and reply "yeah, some of it".

Oh to be 11 years old, and be so naive to the thought of a simple bottle of shampoo and conditioner taking away all your problems. I'm not ready to take away her rose colored glasses, yet.

Go Saints!!

I dug this picture out of my wallet, so it's a little worn. As you can see, we've been Saint's fan for a long time. This is Trenton when he was about 2, close to 3. It also helped that Eric's parents were living across the river from New Orleans at that time.

Note: He is nowhere near blonde anymore... that makes me sad.

Tarren's Recital

Tarren's recital was a little over a week ago. (Just a lil late on posting). This was the first one she had ever been in. The paper called for her hair to be "half up and curly". I called Jonnie in to do Tarren's hair since I never quite learned how to do mine, I always had her. I think it took close to an hour. As I dropped Tarren off at her class room, I ran into one of my nieces, Hannah. You can't tell Tarren is nervous at all.
I didn't get any pictures of the dance routine because I have a camera that would just take really dark pictures. We were in the far back corner, so no matter how hard I tried nothing was coming out worth a darn.

She was given flowers by her Grandma Hart. I absolutely LOVE this picture. With Tarren being 11 going on 25, I don't know a thing about a thing or two. We constantly fight. So when I held up the camera to take the picture, she quickly gave me a kiss. Affection is few and far in between with her, I only pray that it's a pre-teen thing she's going through.

Dentist... Again....

Caitrin had to go in again. She had a molar that the whole back half broke off. They basically had to do a baby root canal on her.
She just sat there to whole time, watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. We were done in 20 minutes. Now if I could get this kind of treatment when I go in for my check ups.

Conversations

Being with Eric over the last 12 years, you would think by now that I would respect some of his anal retentiveness. When it comes to him building/crafting things, he's a perfectionist, it HAS to be square. His socks have to be a certain height, the top button of his pants have to be aligned with his belly button, pens must ALWAYS have caps, and the bread clip on the loaf of bread is to be put back....no exceptions.

I chuck the pen caps because I use the pen to keep my hair up and as for the bread clip, it goes right in the garbage. I'm a twist, spin and tuck kind of gal, with that said this is how our conversation went on Sunday morning while making breakfast:

Eric: Babe, where's the bread clip?
I think my blank stare and no response was enough to tell him that I tossed it.
Eric: (jokingly) WOMAN!! You wanna die?
Me: If it means that I meet Jesus today, sure.
Eric: You know, I think Jesus and I are a lot a like.
Me: Really? Do tell. (thinking "this ought to be interesting")
Eric: Well, I think Jesus is a bread clip kind of man. He'd want you to put the clip back on the bread, too.


I just stared at him. Highly confused.

Me: You want to know the difference between you and Jesus? He's forgiven me for tossing the stupid clip and every other time I do it again.



He had no come back.

A man with a boy's toy......

I know that Eric was a little annoyed with me when he asked if I had bought him a Christmas present and I had told him yes. He gave me the evil eye. I explained to him that you just couldn't have one without the other. He seem confused, but that's all I said. So on Christmas morning when we were handing out the presents, I told Trent to take one for him and the other was for his dad and they had to open them up together. If you can't tell, Eric was a little giddy when he opened his NERF dart gun.
Through out the rest of the day, I was finding weird things around the house. In my bathroom, on the tub wall, on the tile was a black circle. On my window above the kitchen sink, in the fogginess of it was circles drawn all over it with numbers in side the circle (like a target). The cats were nowhere to be found, and the dog was laying on her bed in the corner behind the recliner(which she never does).

That's because these two were running around the house shooting at moving targets, and all the targets they had drawn on my walls and windows. My big screen TV has little circles from the suction cup darts. When Eric was annoyed with whatever the kids were watching, he'd shoot at the TV. When he'd get up to get a drink of water from the kitchen, he'd slink around the corner and shoot at the window, there was no end.

I am now finding darts in my laundry, in the dog water bowl, the bathroom tub, you name it, I'm sure there is one there too.

Boys will be boys..........

Boredom

I booted the four older yahoos out of the house on Saturday afternoon so I could clean and actually feel like I was making head way. I'm quite impressed that they all got along long enough to conjured up a make shift teeter toter. It was cheap entertainment for all of about a half an hour. I also warned them to not come into the house complaining of slivers in areas where the sun doesn't shine, they would have to get them out themselves.

(Please excuse the desolate back yard. We are trying to kill all the puncture vines, so therefore we have to kill the whole yard for 3 years.. Yeah dirt!)