The Many Hats of Memphis

Gilligan Memphis

Gangsta Memphis

Amish Memphis

Rabbi Memphis

The Edge Memphis

Mad Memphis

One Lonely Reader

I feel the need to dedicate a post to my one lonely, faithful reader.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Thank you for commenting.

Thank you for taking time out of your busy diaper changing, lunch making, kid appeasing, sleep deprived day to indulge my need to tell complete strangers about my life.

Thank you for having as many kids as I do.

Thank you for having kids who are as "interesting" as mine, if not more so.

Thank you for gagging at all this sentiment.

Thank you for throwing up on your computer instead of mine.

Thank you for growing something in your uterus so I would not have to do it alone.

Thank you for loving my kids and letting me love yours.

But, most of all, thank you for not moving to South Carolina!

Your Mama Don't Dance

A few weeks ago, a great friend of mine lamented the fact that her daughter bears a striking resemblance to Gene Simmons. http://nicoleduncan.blogspot.com/2006/07/kiss-anyone.html

I laughed. Why did I laugh? Don't I know by now that when you laugh at someone else's misfortune that you are just begging to have a heaping portion of your own? See for yourself.

Hello Bret Michaels! My poor Carson woke up from her nap with 80's big hair band hair. Might as well give her a guitar to smash. Oh well, I guess every rose DOES have it's thorn.

We all live...

in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine,
yellow submarine,
we all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine,
yellow submarine

Yes, this is the song that has been stuck in my head or about four days now. Earlier I thought that I should blog about something today and when I tried to think of what, this is all I could think of. Why this song?

Don't get me wrong, I like the Beatles. Not well enough apparently though because these are the only words I know. The rest of it goes:

da da da
da da da da
da da da da da
da da da da

twice, and then back to the chorus.

EVERYBODY!
We all live in a yellow submarine...

A Word About My Kids...Again

I know that I've been sentimental about my kids lately, but they are all doing new and exciting things:

Cody, my five-year-old darling daughter, is starting kindergarten in a couple of weeks. This has apparently caused her to become an insomniac. It's like playing 20 questions at bedtime, except it's 40 questions. Or 273 questions. It has also caused an appetite explosion. "Can I have two cookies since I'm a kindergartener now?" If that isn't logic, I don't know what is. In honor of this rite of passage, we had her ears pierced today. I think it was the first time she's ever tried not to cry. She's growing up so fast!

Carson, my two-year-old darling daughter, is in the midst of potty training. She is very excited about this because I am bribing her with beans. At least that's what she calls them. Most of the rest of America would call them jelly beans, but beans seems to work just fine for her. She is also working on overcoming a very strange and yet very real fear of blue vacuums. They are everywhere. They are conspiring to suck up her toys, her toes, her baby brother, you name it. In fact, whenever her baby brother cries, she can be found wandering and muttering to herself something about looking for the "foo bacuum" that is obviously terrorizing him. Oh I can already imagine the stacks of bills from the therapist we are going to have to hire.

Memphis, my eight-week-old darling son, well, he's just so darned cute right now! He has started smiling in the last couple of weeks. That means he has made the transition from blob of flesh with wailing sound effects to human being with an actual sense of humor. He thinks my face is much funnier than the camera though, so I have no proof of just how cute his little smile is. Probably a good thing because if I posted a picture of his gorgeous grin, I'd be reducing anyone who saw it to a blob of flesh with baby talk sound effects.


Do I ever talk/think/write about anything else, you ask? Well, stay tuned. Something non-kid related is bound to happen to me sooner or later.

Memphis

My son Memphis is 8 weeks old today. 8 weeks old and almost 12 pounds. He's already growing up too fast. I never thought I would love having a boy so much. I know he's not ready for guitar lessons or his first sports car just yet, but he is somehow different than my girls were at this age. I can just tell he has a boy personality. Maybe it's the total dependence on me, a woman. Or, the whiney, helpless attitude. Or maybe it's that he expects me to provide for his every need without complaint. Well, I've gotten off track here...

Of course because he is my son I am more than happy to provide for his every need and listen to all the whining. And the whole time I will be thanking God for this wonderful blessing. Having a boy is a wonderful thing.

Photo courtesy of Nicole Duncan, www.nicoleduncanphotography.photoreflect.com

Did you know...

A roll of toilet paper will soak up almost all the water in the toilet bowl.

I know this because I had to fish an entire roll of toilet paper out of the toilet bowl this evening. Cardboard tube and all. Why, you ask? Because that's where my 2 year old daughter Carson thought it should go. It's logical really. After all, that's where mommy and sissy put the toilet paper, why shouldn't she?

When I explained that mommy and sissy don't usually put the whole roll in, she wrinkled up her little nose, gave a little laugh, and said, "Oh, sowwy mom."

This mom thing is so glamorous...

Can I do this?

This is my first blog post...EVER. I have asked myself a thousand times if this was something I was capable of. Then it occured to me, I have three children. Crazy stuff happens around here everyday. Why not put it on paper? Well, sort of.

Anyway, this should be interesting. Besides being a mom, I'm a full-time student and computer addict. Especially since I got this awesome new laptop. It's the best toy ever. Oh, and I'm easily distracted. I can already tell...I'm gonna have fun with this.