It's Periwinkle the CAT Mama

It's been awhile since I have last blogged, been busy with my cakes (yeah!) and Chase has been on a roll and has just been way too much fun ...

cute, quick story ...

Chase is sometimes held hostage and is forced to watch Blue's Clues while in his high chair eating lunch ... Obviuosly now it still astounds me how much their little brains suck in .... during this time, I am free to use both of my hands since I am not pushing trains along a train track, picking up raisins with a fork lift , all while tossing a squeaky elephant to entertain the dog - need less to say, I don't sit and watch Blue's Clues while Chase is helping solve clues

After lunch I go to change Chase's diaper and we proceed to put on his Blue's Clues diaper. Now mind you, we already had to separate all the diapers into each of the characters, face them up so each time Chase can now help choose his own diaper (Mr. Independent). So picks picks out a diaper and I say "are we putting on one of Blue's diapers?" He says "No, it's Periwinkle"

Not having watched the show, I automatically assume that my child will be the next Christopher Lowell (Lord help Curtis!), or Martha Stewart because my son knows that periwinkle is a shade of blue - wow! Call Mensa folks, my child is a genius!!

I call Curtis, he just laughs, he has grown accustomed to the one in the afternoon calls about what Chase ate, how he said something funny or how high he jumped, etc. - with a sad sigh because I know that my husband just does not understand the depth of our child's knowledge, I hang up the phone...

Chase comes back into the living room and I ask him again about Periwinkle the color and Chase looks at me, tilts his head back and with a belly laugh, points to the diaper and says "MAMA, the CAT'S NAME is Periwinkle" if he knew the word ddrrrrr, he would have said it! Schooled AGAIN by a 2 1/2 year old

I Did NOT Eat the Green Cake

For those of you that know all of the cake business-business, I had 3 cakes to make for over the weekend - 2 for a great family friend Scott and 1 for a friend's sister (thanks Frankie & Amy, by the way) soo... my thoughts for one of Scott's cakes was a huge Harley tire cake with biker flames (it was 7" high by 14" around - it was a big ol cake) - anywhoo, since he is an extreme "Go America" guy, I thought that it would be a fun surprise to make the inside of the cake red, white and blue layers.

I made the red velvet layer, no problem ... then the vanilla layer, no problem ... then I thought I would cut a corner and use yellow cake mix for the blue - obviously not remembering my color lessons from elementary school (yellow and blue make what boys and girls? green) well, after ALL of my blue dye, I thought the blue color was close, it was a pretty dark shade of turquoise and put it in to bake - 85 minutes later, I took it out of the oven and it was dark turquoise ... is it green or not I ask Curtis - it is close enough he says

Close enough does not count for a man that sends out the "immigration is BAD MOJO" emails - for him to have cut into a cake that was red, white and green (colors of the Mexican flag for those of you keeping up), Scott would have probably had a heart attack at his 50th Birthday Surprise Party ... Not a good scene! Not good for business ... so I leave it on the counter until in the morning when I have a fresh perspective on things - I am thinking that it will do ...

The next morning, I am in the bathroom and I hear my doodle bug moving around in his bed, yippee, he is up and ready to face the world today - I continue doing my business in the bathroom and in walks Chase with cake ALL OVER HIS FACE - and he proceeds to look at me and says "I did NOT eat the green cake mama" - now, one's first thought would have been - holy cow - he just ruined my cake - 9 eggs, 18 billion pounds of flour and sugar, down the drain, 3 more hours in the kitchen - but nooooo - the first thing that popped in my head was "EUREKA! If a 2 year old thinks the cake was green, then by jimminy, it must be green - time to make another cake" - we hit the Wal-Mart for new ingredients and another BLUE cake was made...

Chase had green cake for breakfast and for a snack later that day!

Yes, I Can Do the Unimaginable

A little background history - I broke my pinkie toe during a super bowl party a couple of years ago - after a shot of litocaine from some paramedics who just happened to be at the party (nothing like semi-drunken paramedics with needles!) and my PINKIE toe being set by two drunken EMT's (my uncle and my husband respectively - it was the super bowl!!) I went to bed in agony - and woke up around 4:30 in the morning because my toe was throbbing so bad, I could take my pulse in the dern thing~~proceeded to the ER where the doctor LAUGHED because he was amazed that I was able to SNAP IN HALF one of the tiniest bones in the human body~~nothing could be done but tape my toes together, put a lovely "boot" on my foot and send me on my way... skip to this afternoon...

I have done the unimaginable, like getting struck by lightning~ I think I broke the toe next to my pinkie toe...how one can do that I am still asking myself, but trust me, if anyone could, it would be me ----so, I blog in AGONY with a tiny toe that is purple and now growing to the size of my big toe ... just thought I'd share -

Don't anyone come near me in a thunderstorm ...

My Name is, My Name is ...

I won't really have a large post today, as I am in kind of a funk, but I do have some fun news in terms of " I am the mom of a 2 1/2 year old" news... Chaser woke up this morning asking about daddy at work and randomly proceeded to let me know that "My name is Chase" - very exciting for me ... Usually, when someone asks him his name he will either take out his binky and shyly and almost inaudibly answer Chase, or he will just stare blankly as if he did not understand the question ...

So now he knows his name- yahoooooooooo!!! I love my doodlebug so much!

I'm Going to Count to THREE

We were talking today in during our play date on the merits of time-outs vs. spankings, pops, talking-to's, whatever you may categorize the "punishing of your little angel that holds their halo's on their heads with horns" and it occurred to me that I have started using the phrase "I am going to count to three" expecting Chase to understand that once I am done counting, repercussions will occur, consequences will be faced and havoc will be reaped, not - "can we count to four mommy - one, two, three, four" with a see, aren't you proud of me smile on his face all the while he is thinking it was a fun, if not short and boring game for him ...

"I am going to count to three" means serious business in mommy language, and he is in big-time trouble and low and behold, eurekia - I realize that my doodle bug has just learned to count and loves to count out loud whenever possible, so why did I figure that this particular phrase would make an impression of punishment?

I have discovered that while using the phrase in a "mommy is not very happy and we are not playing a game" voice, Chase knows that he is in trouble but he still wants to count for me (sometimes up to ten, he is quite the budding genius) and then he will stop counting and listen then to mommy be upset with him - and all the time making mommy feel like a complete heel for wanting to stop him from counting and not letting his educational skills blossom while in the mist of punishment - no mother of the year awards heading my direction soon I am sure

So I have learned that I need to save the "I am going to count to three" phrase for later when he is not so excited about counting and numbers and pull another phrase out of my vast repertoire (especially one that my mom used a lot - one that i never would have thought i would EVER use on my own kids)