photo dump friday

Hello and welcome back to Photo Dump Friday.

Is this working for you? It's working for me.
Should I tell you the truth that this is just an easy excuse for me to get all my cell phone pics onto my computer each week? Poor man's back up software.

It was a good week around here. We really made up from Sam's unhealthy eating adventure last week. This week deodorant and a rectal thermometer. My goal is to prove that really, any idiot can be a parent. And I am nailing that goal.

I finally got around to making our April chalk board.

Sam immediately got around to destroying my April chalk board. I think the only way to survive motherhood is to sometimes admit you hate them. I "hated" him for this. And for chalk hands all over the place after it. I will now be putting my designs up higher. #neverforget

I sent this to PK this week.
He raised us with a few key life principles: you can marry more money in ten minutes than you can make in a life time, saying 'don't worry dad' means he should be very worried, and leases are usually a terrible financial idea. So I sent him this. Seems like a great deal to me. After a 36 month lease, you've paid a mere $395,000 for a Hyundai that you don't own. I want this deal.

Best baby selfie ever.

We had a "you eat it, you buy it" moment at the grocery store. Nothing screams classy mom like wiping off baby slobber so the checker can scan your items.

[insert baby pole dancing joke here]

"Oh hey Dad. Let me help you with that. I have a lot of irrigation experience. I do a lot of diaper plumbing. I got this."

He's mine. ALL MINE.

He's mine. ALL MINE.

Smirking is genetic.

Sam's first Western Washington pool day. It was 68 degrees outside. Skin up. Shirts off.

They have a gardener so I'm unclear why the rigorous training regimen.
I took Sam back to my old school and may have just handed him off to some wonderful 3rd graders and let them "handle it". They were thrilled. Sam was even more.

I love staying home EVERY SINGLE DAY that I wake up. I'm so grateful for this chance. I wouldn't trade this life I have now for the world.  But I miss my friends. EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Baby shaming: Someone ate deodorant.
Mom shaming: Someone wasn't watching their baby (but in her defense, Willie Geist and Matt Lauer and Carson Daly were all looking divine on the Today Show.)

Fe put lipstick on him.
I don't think it was appreciated.

Dang it. That lease deal ended. I always miss out on great opportunities.

Do you feel the need to vomit this morning? If so, read the above question. Chuck is studying for a test to get into an MBA program. This is a sample question from the practice book. Here are two not surprising facts:
1. Chuck got this problem correct.
2. I don't even know what the problem is asking.


lucas + sam = bff

At the last pajama Friday, there was a BIG first.

Lucas hugged for the first time ever. Baby hugs are the best hugs because it's not like they can say I love you any better way.

So that's why Lucas saved his first every hug for his Mom Sam.

He crawled at lightning speed to get to his best friend, arms around him, and laid his head on Sam. It was a beautiful display of friendship and after giving him life, keeping him alive, and loving him, Jessica was just thrilled that Sam got the first hug.

It sounds about right.

These two were destined to be best friends. You can say all you want that children don't "play" together or recognize the presence of another kid until much older - then you meet these two.

Throwback Thursday: blog edition - The Sam and Lucas Friendship.
(Also known as Susie is getting a little emotional about Sam turning 1 year in two weeks and needs to look at old pictures to see where the baby went.)

The Introduction: Sam is 1 hour old, Lucas is 9 weeks. Already the same size. Sam caught up quick.

First play date: Sam is two weeks old and was a terrible host. Slept through most of the "play" part of the date.

First hand hold. They will love this in high school.

The day their other bestie, Noah, was born. The looks of anxious anticipation OR hatred of a 100 mile car ride. Either or.


First fight.

First fight over a girl (except this fight was over who "gets" her).

First time caught making trouble together. They emptied out the diaper bins quick.

13 months and 11 months. This was moments after the first hug.

Odds have it that Lucas will be the cool kid someday and Sam will be a little nerdy. Good news is, Sam will help with homework and Lucas will help Sam get into the good parties. Long term bet, obviously.

monday meals mashup: week four

Hello Monday, it's grocery day.

Sam and I just finished our meal plan for the week, we've made our grocery list and now, exhausted from all the work he didn't do or help with, he's down for his nap.

When he gets up, we'll head to the store where he is the bell of the Monday Morning QFC Ball. It's his time to shine.

Let's get to the week.

Going backwards a little, I didn't have my handle on the weekend last Monday when we made our list, so we had to make an extra trip to the store Saturday. This is my most hated thing - extra grocery trips. Put it next to compasses, the word "moisture", and the Angie's List commercials.

In an effort to give out more recipes and ideas, here was the weekend:

Saturday: Spicy Thai Noodles - I use this recipe (half it for us), make a really simple peanut sauce from a Better Homes recipe, and have some stir fry veggies on the side. It's a pretty bomb dinner.

Sunday: Steak and Spaghetti. It's a my-side-of-the-family classic

Ok. Here's what we have coming up:

Monday: Hot Dogs on the grill. Chuck spent all weekend working outside smelling everyone else's grilled goodness. His request for the week. Don't have to ask me twice.

Tuesday: Pulled BBQ Chicken Sandwiches in the crockpot. This is so easy. A few boobies, a bottle of BBQ sauce and 1/2 cup of brown sugar. To serve them, I top them with the best coleslaw recipe I've ever found (it calls for buttermilk, which I never have but you can make buttermilk by adding 1 T vinegar to 1 cup milk, let stand 5 minutes).

Wednesday: Teriyaki Salmon with Sriracha Cream Sauce. Our new recipe for the week. Fingers crossed.

Thursday: Sausage Mac and Cheese. Oh this recipe is so amazing. My friend Karen brought this over when Sam was born and it's been in The Rotation ever since. We are coming up on our 1 year anniversary together. I might have a party for this recipe AND for Sam. Or maybe just for the recipe.

Friday: Rachael Ray's Super Sloppy Joes. We've been eating this recipe since 2006. Still just as good. She actually has two recipes for Sloppy Joe's that over the years I morphed together. More or less, it's the recipe I linked to above plus four hot dogs sliced in rounds added in once the meat browns. Best Sloppy Joe's you'll ever eat.

Saturday: Long day of backyard work for Chuck and photo shoot work for Me so Sam is cooking. He says probably McDonalds.

Sunday: Happy Easter! We're having Brunch for Dinner, and it will be lovely.

Head on over to Ashley at Life on the Parsons Farm to see her meal plan as part of our blog link-up.

photo dump friday

We made it through another week.


It's no small feet.
He's alive. He's clean. He hasn't needed therapy yet.

So many wins as of late: He knows the remote control turns on the TV. He pretends everything is a cell phone and talks on it ("huh...uh...huh...uh"). Clearly, he is getting an award winning education with me.

And now, the good, the bad and the ugly of our week.

Don't worry, they're good for him. Organic, non-GMO. Only the absolute best for my Samuel.

CAGED BABY! We hope someday to have a free range baby but it's just not in the cards right now.

Just like the Q-tips, this is a completely organic Slurpee. It's all natural. As in naturally delicious.

Ok so maybe this was the week of not eating well.
Just like the Q-tip and the Slurpee, I promise this was very, very healthy lemonade from the neighbor girls. Also, the Styrofoam cup that he bit into is also definitely healthy, healthy, healthy. He was so embarrassed to have the cup bits dug out of his mouth in front of the cute girl across the street. So embarrassing.

This is what the bathroom looks like in the morning after I get ready. I do not make this mess. SOMEONE else does and then that SOMEONE leaves the mess for me to clean up. And we do this dance every day.

I guess this is good news that he HATED cotton candy?

But loved the paper cone. Ate a solid amount of it.

Look. Lassie found home.

Giving love to Mrs. Newman, Fe's cat. She was so lonely while Fe was away, she was willing to take hugs from Sam.

Hates cotton candy. Hates quarter kid rides in the mall. I might have to do a "soul" check with Sam.

Sam and the ladies at lunch.

OH OH! This one is reasonably healthy! This is the Apple n' Green smoothie at Jamba Juice. That should counteract the Slurpee from Sunday.

Caught him looking through his favorite book. He didn't even notice me take the picture. Just too interested in that gorilla.

AND then he stole a Girl Scout cookie. Again, non-GMO, organic, very good for the body.

Alright so if you were keeping score, this week I fed him Q-tips, Slurpees, attempted to feed him cotton candy, did feed him a paper cone, Jamba Juice and a Girl Scout cookie. Not pictured is the pizza, marshmallows, chocolate chips and 12 other Girl Scout cookies that he ate this week.
Nailing it.

filing a formal work grievance.

In case you were ever wondering what sort of texts I send to Chuck, this is the gem he got today.

As per the agreed upon working conditions for being a Stay-at-Home-Mom, Susan Allison (here after referred to as "The Mother") is filing a formal grievance regarding the napping longevity of one Samuel K. Allison (here after referred to as "The Big Fat Meanie").

The Big Fat Meanie chose today (April 10, 2014) to take a 30 minute nap and reject the remaining hour of his nap. The napping contract clearly states that The Big Fat Meanie will take two 90 minute naps each day.

The Mother, however, was not consulted on the elimination or for going of the napping contract for April 10, 2014. As a result, The Mother did not receive her union break, during which time The Mother performs tasks for her second and third jobs as maid and chef.

The Mother files this grievance for poor working conditions, being over worked, understaffed, and in contention with management.


I love The Big Fat Meanie, but naps are like me: kind of a big deal. Wink. What? I just do not appreciate losing my nap time because that's my Me-time. And by me time, I mean unload the dishwasher, plan a first birthday party, do laundry, prep dinner, and occasionally feed myself time. I love him but it's a contingent love.

So Sam wakes up after 30 minutes and I spend the next 10 praying that he goes back down while also texting Chuck my grievance. By the time Sam started dancing with his Bunnykins, I released him from his cage.

I fed him.
I dressed him.
I got him downstairs to hurry up and get on with our day, get out the door, and get to our errands. Had he napped, I could have finished my coffee AND gotten us ready for errand running without him moving around downstairs and being all up in my bizzness.

I hate when I don't get to finish coffee.
I hate when he wakes up after 30 minutes and then whine, whine, whine.
I hate that he doesn't understand "bad life choices."

Silver lining.

At least someone got to finish the coffee.

Between the nap and the coffee, I had no choice but to rub his nose in it and make him clean up the mess himself.


But good news. Labor Management sided with me and he took a 2 hour afternoon nap.

I'm continuing to document issues like this to keep a record, you know, wouldn't want to someday get into a He said, She said dispute. Right? Right.
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