Livin’ Life On The Lamb

And it’s not even really his blog! I mean, he’s on it of course, and I talk about him a lot, and he’s part of the “Lamb Fam”, but sheesh! It’s not like he types or anything. Ok, ok! I’m kidding, of course! Noah has been tagged by his friend Scotty. Cool! I get to list 8 things about Noah B. Hmmmm, which are the most embarrasing or humiliating? Fine, I won’t share those (not yet anyway).

1. Noah is potty trained!! TOTALLY! Even overnight. I guess the lure of a big-boy bike can do wonders in a 3-year-olds mind. Bribery? Don’t mind if I do…

2. This boy loves trucks, cars, motorcycles, tractors, and anything with wheels and has ever since he was a little bitty baby. When I was trying to give him a soft, squishy teddy bear or sweet homemade blanket to sleep with at night, he would look up from his crib and say, “Tuk” for truck. I would have to go in and take out the toys after he fell asleep.

3. Rather than bore you with the never-ending list of things that he will eat, I’ll tell you the select few that he WON’T eat. Brussell Sprouts and anything spicy. That’s it. Everything else is fair game.

4. Noah can’t dance. And he won’t. He spins in circles a few times. The end. Um, he DOES know all the words to Rhianna’s “Please Don’t Stop The Music”.

5. When we went to the dentist, he didn’t have a single cavity. Not even a little itty-bitty-teeny-tiny one. Yeah!

6. I made up a song when Noah was born to the tune of “Are You Sleeping?” and Noah can sing it in English, Spanish and Portuguese. He will correct me when I mix up the Spanish and Portuguese words.

7. He doesn’t like the wind. He gets windburn very easily. He weighs 40 pounds and is 42 inches tall.

8. Noah likes to watch musicals, including *grrrrrr* the Wiggles.

Now I have to tag someone? Um….I tag all of Noah’s cousins!

Alright, so maybe the title is a little long and a tad bit cryptic as well, but as usual, things won’t make any more sense the more you continue to read. But I shall try to elaborate a teeny-tiny bit more.

 Let’s take, for an example, the Seven Dwarfs. They might be all cute and sweet in the movie, but in real life, those hairy gnomes would scare the crap outa me. Unless, of course, they brought all those jewels they dug up with them and laid them at my feet. It might lighten the mood a little.

Then there’s the talking/cooking rodent example. That’s just weird. Cute story, but still creepy to see all the vermin crawling around the kitchen.

 Oh, and let’s not forget the story of Charlette’s Web, where at the end, all these cute little spiders come POURING outa that nice little water-proof egg sack. Oh, it just makes my skin crawl to THINK of it. Ewww! Those of you who know me know that I detest spiders. Don’t know why. Don’t know when it started. Just freaked out by the little buggers.

So imagine my suprise when I picked up a banana this morning to slice for my kid and the birds and noticed a little white patch on the outside of the peel. Thinking it was just a little mold, I opened the peel to see if the banana was still salvagable, and as I did, the white film cracked a little and a teeny tiny spider came racing out of there and onto my counter, where it was quickly squashed. Imagine my horror as I stood over the sink and peeled the rest of the banana and the rest of the film cracked and HUNDREDS of little, teeny, tiny spiders came racing out of the sack and started running all over my sink!!! I freaked out, turned on the steaming hot water and the garbage disposal. Hey! How am I to know what kind of killer spider they might be? Did you see arachnophobia? Maybe that movie is, like, ten years old, but it left quite and impression and there was no way I was gonna let these little creatures run rampant in my home. EEEWWWWW!!!

 So, just thought I’d share my morning adventure with you because I’m so sick I couldn’t scream or even say EEEWWW the way I wanted to. But I sure can move quickly when motivated.

Freakin Charlette’s Web. You can bet your butt that none of these spiders got named, no matter what words they could spell.

Ooooh, when I get sick, I go ALL THE WAY!! I mean, who gets bronchial pneumonia and an ear infection from influenza? Huh? Who? ME, that’s who! Whooo, hoooo! I haven’t felt this sick since before I had my tonsils taken out, and that was like, 9 years ago! The super-sweet nurse practitioner said she hadn’t seen a throat this red without testing positive for strep throat. Nice, huh? The truth is, I would not have gone to the doctor without the friendly advice from my good pal Karla - who I happen to like a little bit. I figured, Noah made it through unscathed, I can tough it out. But when I woke up this morning and could hardly talk (stop it, that is NOT a good thing!), could hardly swallow my breakfast, and just wanted to crawl under a rock and DIE from the fire-induced pain in my throat, I figured that I would take Karla’s advice, rather than suffer all weeked. And I am soooooo glad that I did. Because the nurse gave me drugs. And antibiotics. And more drugs to help me sleep. Ahhhh. And my hero of the day, that would be Karla, also brought me a ginormous (it is TO a word, it was added to Webster’s Dictionary last year) Dr. Pepper. What can’t be cured with drugs, antibiotics, and Dr. Pepper? Oh, nothing can escape this triple combination, nothing…

What do you mean it’s not called Valentime’s Day? That’s what my friend Robin calls it! She even gave Valentimes out at the Valentimes party on Valentimes Day! Hee, hee, hee. Karla and I gave her a really hard time about it, but somehow, funny things like that fade unless they are put on paper or typed in a blog.So I had this really cute picture of Noah that I super-imposed under a monkey who was holding a banana, typed, “I’d go BANANAS if you’d be my Valentine”, and gave them out at the Valentime’s party on Wednesday. For some reason, I can’t get it to load, so you get a two-year-old picture of Noah’s second Valentimes Day when I made some yummy chocolate-covered pretzels for Helaman because he is such a sweetie.

This year, things are pretty simple - no card, balloons, or flowers. But I did get dinner brought home to me by my hubby, and how awesome is it NOT to cook on Valentimes Day?

I don’t know what it’s about, or why it started, or why we still celebrate it, but hope everyone had a great day and that you enjoyed it with your special Valentime….hee, hee, hee…Robin is going to KILL me!

Well, the sad thing about Thanksgiving this year was that Helaman didn’t get any time off. NONE. He had the Sunday before Thanksgiving off and then NEXT Wednesday after that off. Since we were suppossed to go to St. John’s this year, it was especially disappointing for him. I was sad also, except I had one little consoling thought: I still get to have SWEET POTATOES!!

Oh, yeah.

That gooey, marshmellowy, (it is too a word!) sticky, cinnaminy, (see afore mentioned claim) goodness. And I got to eat all I wanted because, my friends, I made a BOAT-LOAD of them. Yummy. It was sad that we had to change our plans for the holiday, but who can feel sad around a huge vat of orange-goodness slash manna from Heaven?

I think my parents felt sorry for me when I called and said, “Well, I guess we’ll just go out and buy a ready-made meal, because it stinks that we’ll be alone and Helaman will get off of work, come home, eat, and go to bed. (Inhale, and SIGH).”
I think it was the sigh that broke her down. Or maybe it was my Dad…either way my parents came all the way out here and ate some grub with us, even though my Dad had to work on Fridat and they had to drive out here and back on the same day. Then my younger brother Michael found out we were having a shin-dig out here and I told him he was welcome to come. And he did! I had to go out a buy a 5 pound bag of potatoes when I found out he was coming, but it was soooo worth it! Sheesh, that boy can down some taters! We talked, we laughed, we played the PSP, we talked, we ate, we laughed.

All in all, it was a perfect day. Lots of food (ham AND turkey, by the way), lots of pie, lots of love. And though we are missing the Lambson side of the family, I couldn’t have asked for a better Thanksgiving.