Splish, Splash, We're Takin' a Bath

Today it's a little on the hot side, so I decided to put on a pair of shorts - lily white legs and all. But first, I needed to shave (white legs are OK - hairy ones are not.) So, I decided to hop in the bath so I didn't have to wash my hair too. Dillon & Jason were in the living room when I started the water and pretty soon I heard Dillon making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. This little boy loves the bath so much. Well, actually he loves being in the water in general. In a few short moments he was in the bathroom - even before I made it into the bath. Jason came and took him away and closed the bathroom door on me. A few minutes later I hear crying - at the bathroom door. He crawled back down the hall and was right outside the bathroom door - mad because he couldn't come in. Jason came back and got him and brought him into the bathroom. He tried to jump out of Jason's arms and into the bath with mommy. So, we decided that even though he had just had a bath last night, and even though I was trying to be quick, that he could come in the "big bath" with mommy. He got mad when Jason was trying to undress him because it was taking so long (at least to a baby who is not getting his way) As soon as he got into the water, he stopped crying. So, we played with his boat, his stacking animal blocks, we made it rain with his cups and floated his new favorite "toy" - the lid to my hairspray. My quick bath turned into a long one and was much, much cooler than I prefer... but it was definitely more fun!



Tonight we went out to dinner to a place called Lonestar. It is a steak place and was really yummy. Jason and I had never been there before and we both loved it and definitely want to go back. We got there early (for a Friday night) and there was a 90 minute wait for a party of 8 plus a high chair! Holy cow (no pun intended)! We decided to take 2 tables and it reduced the wait to a little over 30 minutes. Not too bad...

While we were waiting, we overheard one of the funniest things I have ever heard. Now, it might not have been as funny if the lady would have been a young girl or even a teenager, but she was in her mid to late twenties. She was sitting there reading the menu when she asked the guy she was with if Prime Rib was ribs or some kind of steak. Are you kidding me? Where has she been hiding? Under a rock? Susan & I just looked at each other in disbelief... and then we laughed when she left. We're so mean.

This place is one of those places where all the servers take periodic breaks to dance. They all line up in the aisles and line dance. It was pretty cool - except for one thing. Apparently Dillon doesn't like country line dancing. He cried.

Did I mention that we sat at separate tables? (I think I did, but am too lazy to scroll up and double check.) Well, anyway, Jason & I were at different tables and we slid the highchair back and forth between the two of us. While Jason had Dillon, he was throwing his up in the air and catching him. One time he got him a little too close to the light fixture above the table. So, to be funny, I decided to act like a concerned citizen and went over to tell him. Excuse me sir, you are almost hitting that poor little boys head on the light, I said a little rudely. The people in the waiting area looked over, slightly surprised. Hehe. So then I kissed Jason and took Dillon...

The last thing that happened at the restaurant was that Tiffany broke the paper towel holder. It was one of the wave your hand at it and it spits out the paper towel ones. It worked fine for me, fine for Jordan, fine for Alyssa, and then along comes Tiffany. She waves at it and one comes out. She waves again and nothing. And then she waves again nothing. Haha - broken. I guess that's what pants are for.


How I Spent Saint Patrick's Day

Our day started out nice and early. We woke up at 6:15 (thanks, Dillon) and got ready to go out. We left the house at 7:30, hit Starbucks around 8 and dropped Dillon off at Jason's parent's house at 8:15. Next stop: The Auld Dubliner. We got there right around 9:30 (and yes, that's AM). I know, we're crazy - But at least I am part Irish and not just a random drunk. I won't bore you with all the details of the day. I will just give you some of the highlights of our 12 1/2 hours spent at The Auld Dubliner...

The Gross Things:

  • A guy puked at the bar. Literally at the bar - not just in the bar - but at it. The worse part was that it was right near our table. Umm, yuck.

  • One thing that I find disgusting in general is when people take their drinks and/or food into the restroom. I could not believe how many ladies were bringing they glasses of beer into the freakin bathroom. Do they not understand how many germs one encounters in the potty? Ewww... and some of them were even drinking their drinks in the bathroom. Once again I have to say: Umm, yuck.

Strangest Thing:

  • There was a couple who decided that they needed to make out in the middle of the bar. They were going at it for over 10 minutes and they didn't even come up for air. The only time they took a short break was when someone threw wadded up coasters at them - and even then they only paused for a second. Everyone was gawking at them and laughing. People were yelling "get a room." Me, I was half expecting that they would start disrobing.

Worst Thing:

  • The line for the bathroom sucked. There are only 2 stalls and what seems like millions of women. From about noon on there was a line that averaged 8-10 women. The desperate ones were even using the men's room. The reason I have put this under "worst thing" is because I mostly drank iced tea all day... and I have a small bladder. Not a good combination.

Cool Things:

  • Our friend's mom made the girls green scarfs with the fuzzy yarn.

  • I got to sit at a table with 7 firemen. Just me and them. Jason said that I had to take a picture with them. So I did - but not with all of them.

  • Weeman from Jackass popped in at our bar. I never really thought he would be one way or another, but he is totally different than I guess I would have expected him to be. He was a totally cool guy. He sat at the table next to ours and shook Jason's hand before he sat down. People were coming up to him and he only gave him a short handshake, but when he got the chance, he turned around and shook his hand again. He let people take pictures with him and was really down to earth. I tried to get a picture of him, but alas, my camera batteries were dead. Totally sucks how things like that always happen at the most inconvenient times. (Someone in our group did take a picture of Jason and Weeman, and I finally got it emailed to me...)

  • Some random guy bought me a beer. Now you may not think it is really that great of a thing and not worth mentioning, but I've never had some random person buy me a drink. I have been with Jason since I was 21, so I never did the whole "bar scene". So, it was the first time a guy (well, anyone actually) ever bought me a drink. Too bad that I don't really like Harp. But like they say, it's the thought that counts.

Best Sayings on Shirts

  • You looked better on MySpace

  • Kiss me I'm Mexican

  • Kiss my Irish

Best Overheard Quotes

  • A girl saying: "The last time I got a DUI" (hello? the last time? how many has she had?)

  • Someone said "I'm only 25% Irish, but I take full advantage of Saint Patrick's Day" to which some girl replied: "I'm not Irish, but I'm Catholic" (I just thought it was funny)

All in all, it was a great day. It was great hanging out with our friends and celebrating. It was fun people watching. It was smart that we stayed down the street within walking distance. It was nice to actually have a drink or two... or three... or... (and yes, I do know how much I had to drink... and I'm not saying.)


Cheap Diapers

It's 3:34 AM. I am wide awake. Why, you ask? Because I was stupid and bought stupid cheap diapers. I normally buy Huggies. Actually, I always buy Huggies. (well, when he was a newborn, I bought Pampers Swaddlers - I really liked those - but now I like Huggies.) But a few weeks ago we were out with my sister-in-law & brother-in-law and I was stupid and ran out of diapers. But, in my defense of not being totally stupid, we stayed much longer than was planned. So, anyway, I ran to Target and not wanting to spend a bunch of money on diapers since I had just stocked up, I bought the stupid cheap diapers. In retrospect, I should have just coughed up the money for the Huggies - after all, it's not like they wouldn't have gotten used. But, I decided I would just keep the "cheapies" in the car for emergencies. Well, last night I had one of those emergencies. Dillon needed a diaper change and the diaper bag was fresh out of Huggies - so we used a cheapie. He was sound asleep when we got home last night and I didn't have the heart to wake him up for a change. So off to bed he went with the stupid cheap diaper. Big Mistake!
About a half an hour ago, he woke up screaming. He was hungry. And soaking wet. Everything was wet. His clothes (yes, the mean mommy that I am, I put him to bed in his clothes). His sheet. His blanket. His... well, you get the picture. Everything was wet. It was so bad that I actually woke up the reinforcements - and I never wake Jason up in the middle of the night for help. But to have to feed him and change him and change his bedding would have taken me forever. So as a team we cleaned up the problems. And now, both Dillon and Jason are off in Dreamland. And I'm wide awake. It's so NOT fair! Stupid Cheap Diapers!!


Never Happy...

I am never happy! This sounds bad, I know, but let me explain...

The weather is driving me crazy. Last week it's freezing cold. I'm waking up to a house that is 58 degrees. I'm wearing blankets and staying in my flannel pajamas all day because I can hardly bear the thought of getting undressed. It's too cold... and now... Holy cow!! I'm baking! It was already 80 degrees out this morning at 10:00 when I was coming home from grocery shopping. And stupid me... I'm wearing Jeans, long sleeves and a sweater. A sweater!

See... Never happy. Last week - too cold. This week - too hot. Gees, can't the weather make up it's mind? I mean, it is winter after all and it feels like stinking summer! I can only imagine that if it's 80 now in the first week of March what the Summer is going to be like. I wish we could just skip it and go straight to Fall.


Tennis, Anyone?

Today we went to play tennis. Jason hasn't played in a month because he hurt his ankle and I have not played in months. I don't even remember the last time I brought my racket along. Usually I just watch and push Dillon around in the stroller while Jason plays with whoever he has lined up, usually his best friend, Brett or his brother, Dale. When Dillon was little I could play maybe one game before he would start screaming in the stroller. We were really lucky if he was sleeping and then we could rally and then Jason would beat me. I never win (well, maybe once... or twice). I was getting better but then it became impossible to even attempt to play. Even though I stink at it, I think that playing tennis (or in my case, swing at the ball if it comes near me since I am afraid of running) is fun...

Well, like I said in the first line of this entry - Today we went to play tennis... and it was a difficult task to accomplish. When we play either Dale and/or Brett drive to us or we drive to them. Today, we drove to them. The first place we went has like 12 courts and they were all full, so we went to our 2nd choice location (which is nicer, but farther). All the courts there were full, too. So, we turn around and drive the other direction to a third destination. We ended up at the Stanton Municipal Tennis Courts. Jason said that the name sounds like a jail. Maybe that's why all 6 courts were empty? That or the fact that it's right next to a driving range and kind of hidden out of the way. I don't know. But, anyway, it was a really nice day out, Dillon enjoyed being outside and chomping on his Cheerios and I had fun hitting the ball around. Jason was mad because his ankle was still bugging him and he couldn't run as much as he would have liked to. Dale was the king of the court. He beat everybody except me... Well, actually, he didn't beat me because I didn't play him (heehee). While I was watching the boys play I snapped a few pictures (ommigosh... are those for your blog? Jason asked rolling his eyes) - but whatever here are a few that were taken...

Dillon & Mommy hanging out

Jason practicing his "Ace" serve

Brett & Dale playing a game

Brett serving the ball to Dale