{Memory Monday}

...sort of. I know it's been a while. (Like three weeks or so) But, sometimes a memory Monday can be a daunting task, with a lot of words to type (because I can talk a lot...) So, I gage my time and say...nope, no memory Monday today. Today you're lucky, I already have breakfast made, I'm dressed, and my house is clean (gasp!). My children are also still asleep. (Except Coop, he's my "early" riser) So, here we go, a "quick" memory Monday. (But it will be long, so brace yourself)

I remember....
When I absolutely loved a little cartoon they liked to call The Powerpuff Girls. That was in college...Okay, I actually know the obsession (which is more like what it was) began back in High School, because I remember Jessica and John buying me a box of Powerpuff Girl Rice Krispies. So, it had to have been my senior year...and then on into college.

I remember I had plates, cups, silverware, watches (yes plural, see a little bit further down in the post for an explanation), and a cd or two. And, remarkably, at 25, I still have a plate (it was plural before one broke) several pieces of silverware, a cd or two, and a birthday banner; all sporting Bubbles, Buttercup, and Blossom. (Which, by the way, Buttercup was the best. And, I am ashamed to admit it, a couple months ago, I was thinking about the Powerpuff Girls and had to call Kadon because I couldn't remember all their names...I know, and I called myself a "fan")
Really, I only really like MoJo-JoJo. He was the villian monkey, and he was hilarious. MoJo-JoJo paraphenenial was quite a bit more difficult to come by. I did, however, have a MoJo-JoJo keychain (Which I think, came with all the others as well, and I'm pretty sure they were a present from John...)
Anyway, I don't remember when my Powerpuff Girl fetish dissapeared. I am assuming after I got married and had more "grown-up" things to obsess over. One can never know. But, it was fun while it lasted.
You may go here to play a Powerpuff girls, rescue the puppies game.
Randomly, I know my 19th birthday was a Powerpuff Girl BONANZA. Lyssy decorated my apartment in Powerpuff girl banners and crepe paper. I still have it, actually. Another fun memory from that birthday, Lyssy also wrote down all the things she loved about me (which surprisingly, she could think of any) and wrote them down on glow in the dark stars and then plastered my room. It was ridiculous and probably the most thoughful thing anyone had ever done for me. I still have a collection of those stars. Alyssa always just had a way with making people feel extremely loved.

I remember...
Part two, remember how earlier I said I would mention my multiple Powerpuff girl watches? Well, here you are: Back in High School/College I wore multiple watches. It started out because I got 2 watches and I couldn't decide which I liked better. (They were Powerpuff girls. But occassionally, one would be Powerpuff Girls and one would be pink. But they were always the cheap $6 watches you buy at walmart) Anyway, I wore 2 watches. It got to the point that only one watch felt odd. (looking back at this, I really was a nut job, wasn't I?) Of course, since they were cheap walmart watches, I had to replace them often because they broke down. I believe my favorite one had Powerpuff Girl heads you could replace/switch out. It was awesome. Anyway, when I got to college, my watch retention rate started to dwindle. Little girls really liked my watches. So, anytime they showed interest, I gave it to them, and then went out and bought a new one. However, this is when 2 watches became convenient because in between the time that I had given away a watch and could make it to the store, I still had a watch.
Brandon seemed to have a problem with me owning a $6 watch. In fact, while we were dating, he tried to convince me, on numerous occassions, that I should buy a "respectable" watch. That meant an expensive Fossil watch (in Brandon's opinion) I never did. But, for my birthday the very first year we were married, Brandon bought me a white leather Fossil watch and I loved it. I still have it, though the batteries dead and I need a new watch band. But, I have to send it in to the company, that has proven to be my demise.
Randomly, if you look close at Brandon and I's engagement photo, you will see my Powerpuff Girl watch on my wrist. (Only one, mind you) Unfortunately, I don't know how to work my scanner, so I can't prove it to you...bummer for you.

All Tuckered Out

Just thought this was cute.

A Definition

boy; n. - a noise with dirt on it.

Naughty Naughty

Had one of those days today: naughtiness all around. So, I'm paying the bills, like a responsible parent and all of the sudden my nostrils send up red flags. Could that be baby powder? No, Kameryn assures me there is no playing with baby powder taking place. Well I will make some empty threats just incase. (You know, the "if you guys are playing with baby powder you are going to be in big trouble" empty threats.) Unfortunately, Kami changes her mind. Baby powder is definitely being played with. In fact, she is most definitely sure that Cooper has dumped "sugar" all over her carpet. Yep, it would appear so...
Why?

Needless to say, my productive morning came to an abrupt halt. The children got placed in time out. Pictures were taken for your viewing pleasure. And then, I walked away. I didn't look at them. I didn't listen to them. I didn't clean up their mess. In fact, I put Turbo Jam into the dvd player and "worked off" my frustration. I still have baby powder to try and get off every surface in my children's room. I keep finding it in the oddest places. Naughty.

Ironically, while the kids were in time out, Kami took the opportunity to spank her brothers bum. (She was mad at him for getting "sugar" on her carpet. And, I assume, she figured it was his fault she sat and watched him do it; and even participated) It sounds funny, but it only added to my frustration. Cooper screams louder after his sister spanks his bum.

That's Just the HALF of It

Okay people. We have been craving hamburgers in this house for the last couple weeks. Tonight I finally made them. HOLY COW WERE THEY HUGE!!! I am not lying people, we had hamburgers the size of Landon's head (cute name by the way...) They were good. Probably the best hamburgers I can remember having EVER. They were stuffed with swiss cheese, mushrooms (shh don't tell Brandon, he had no clue) and ... potato! So yummy. Way better then your average hamburger. But now I feel like I'm going to puke. (I guess that's a good thing?? Means I ate too much because it was too good.)
Anyway, for Kadon's information, I ate half of one. (Which was totally the size of a regular LARGE hamburger. So, pretty much, I was awesome.) If you want the recipes (we of course did hamburgers and homemade hamburger buns: because I was too lazy to go to the store...ironic) hop on over to the little piggy blog and check them out. (I highly recommend making your own hamburger buns at least once in your life.) I kinda feel like a beached whale. No, a bloated beached whale. TOO MUCH FOOD.
But it was good...

Daddy, Will You Buy Me A...

Yeah, not a pony. My daughter wants a zebra. Go figure? We picked up the movie Racing Stripes from the library. She only watched the first few minutes, but that was long enough for her to determine that a zebra was just the pet for her. "Please can I have a zebra daddy, please, please?" Sure, that will happen.

Lucha Libre

Brandon tells me this is what the mexican wrestlers are called. It better be, or it ruins my entire post.... just teasing. So here we have it, the boy with many nicknames, or not enough so we have to invent some for him...either way. Landon has a new name, a new alter ego: The Angry Burrito. (Sounds an awful lot like a Mexican Wrestler name, no? Well, either that or a Mexican Restaurant.) Don't be confused, he is not angry when he is a burrito, he is only angry if he is not a burrito. However, the "contented burrito" doesn't have the same ring. Hence, the Angry Burrito.
Have you ever heard of the burrito baby, when you swaddle your baby up like a burrito? Landon is definitely a fan. I don't remember Kami and Cooper hating it, but they were also born in the summer and I had a hard time swaddling them in lots of blankets when it was so hot. So, I really don't remember doing it much, so I can't gage their reaction to it. However, Landon, well he can't go without out. Whenever he is overly fussy we know what he is "asking" for, and it never fails. We simply wrap him up good and tight and he is a happy camper. Brandon has even gotten exceptionally good at this skill. (One which he fained incompetence with with our other 2 and in the first few months with Landon. Now he is a regular pro, he's giving me a run for my money.) Hence the nickname: The Angry Burrito. Landon, the Lucha Libre. (And, he is my first child to have enough girth to pull that one off. Bring on the Maori blood baby. Maybe we should put Clinton and Kadon in charge of his ensemble...)