HOLY POO-rap...............

What a day what a dayyyyyy!  Today would have been a full pack of cigarettes day.  It began with the baby crawling into futon with me.  He has a bad cold and kept whining all night because his nose was runny.  I was like, " Holy crap dude!!!  Are you an infant all over again or what?"  So I wiped and slept and wiped and slept, then I wake up and now I have what he has.  Sore throat, runny nose....just plain yucky.  So I ask Lucas to wipe my nose and he told me no.  He's going to see one day that he will do just that and then some when I get old and pee myself.  tteee hheeee heeee  So I rolled out of the futon and washed my face.  Into the kitchen I went and made everyone some scrambled eggs and cheese.  Then after getting everyone ready....off to the Orthodontist we went to see if Di could get her expanders off yet; which was a big NO.  She still has a little while to go with those and I feel so bad but her teeth are turning out beautifully already and it hasn't even been 6 months yet.  After dropping her off at school, I went to check if this Batteries Plus place could check my iPod to see if it was the battery or if it was as I suspected.....DEAD.  It was dead.  Off to the mall we went to find us all matching shirts for pictures tomorrow.  Keeping yourself from going into restaurants and shops with a 2 year old is very very hard to do.  This is when I wish there were people that you could call to have them go get this stuff for you so you don't have to deal with the tantrums and plain ol poisonous behavior that spews from these little people.  I swear I saw his head spinning when I walked into the 3rd store as he screamed at the top his his lungs because he didn't see any toys.  Spoiled brat!  I decided to stop for a bite to eat with the little satan spawn and he wants CHICKEN!!!  Chicken Mamma....Chicken!!!  So, there was Chic Fila which was packed as usual, then this Chicken Kitchen place.  So we get our food and a lemonade, attempting to push the stroller with the tray and lemonade on top.  Bad turn out.  Before I let the food fly everywhere I just allowed the drink to fall and I'd have to say about 5 people were wearing it and I wasn't one of them.  After eating we popped into Anne Taylor's LOFT and found an awesome shirt.  40% off and good to go, I walked up wearing my chucks, jeans, and Bob Marley Tshirt to the check out where the man asked me if I had an Anne Taylor card I would like to use.  I said, "No...do I look like someone that shops here often?"  He giggled and rang me up.  I walked out of there wishing I knew math better and searched around for a cheaper shirt.  Well, I finally found 3 different colored plaid shirts for us to wear tomorrow and I gave Anne Taylor her shirt back.  We're all going to wear our chucks too!  lol  Getting out to the car some jack wagon parked really close to my drivers side in their boat of a Lincoln.  So I had to rest the passenger door on the car so I could get Lucas into the car.  This old biggot comes over to my car shuts MY door and proceeds to yell at me because my paint is on her car now.  WTF?  So I giggled inside and told her to have a wonderful holiday.  I'm so excited.....this is going to be my first picture with the two kids.  I wish Shane could make it out.  Would have been nice to have me in a pic with all 3 of my children.  Here's her site when you get a minute....
www.cayelynnphotography.com

So as we leave the mall I check the time and I have maybe an hour before I have to take Lucas to the doc to make sure he isn't really really sick that it may cause me to have to stay home from work.  So I think to myself sure I have time to grocery shop.  We go grocery shopping and playing it smart I throw Lucas into the race car shopping cart to keep him occupied.  He was doing so well until I had to stop the cart to pick out which pasta sauce I was going to get and then off he goes.  Jumps out of the car and runs down the isle. No....I did not think about strapping him in, but believe me I strapped that bad boy in so tight he couldn't even slouch.  

I method grocery shop.  You're probably wondering what that is.  I'll explain.  When I walk into the store I head straight for the bread isle and from there I go up and down the dry/canned food isles first before hitting produce, then meats, then frozen foods.  This way the frozen foods stay colder because they hit the cart last.  I also organize my shopping cart cause I hate having my meats mixed in with the canned food when they bag it.  Not so weird really when you think about the logic behind it.  Just as I hit the produce I look at my clock and I have 20 mins to get to the doc.  So I grab the bananas and head to the checkout.  No frozen/cold foods, so I'm good to go right to the docs from the store.  As we are sitting in the room at the docs, Lucas just about craps all over himself and looks at me like there is nothing wrong, THENNNNNN......my phone rings.  It's Di.  She doesn't feel well and feels like she's going to throw up.  WTF?!?!!!?!!  Baby Jesus......if you love me at all...please make this entertaining.  So, he does....  I tell Di to lay down and relax until I get home, I change Lucas while the medical assistant is trying to get his pulse and because she couldn't get it (probably couldn't stand the smell of Lucas poo) another medical assistant pops in to do it.  Finishing up the doc checks him out...everything is cool, off we go to go home and as we sit here watching James and the Giant Peach while eating our pizza everyone passes out.  Thank heavens!  

So now I'm blogging and listening/watching my neighbors fight.  She just threw all of the dudes stuff out the door and last I saw she was throwing all of his DVDs at him.  I think one got him cause he was wiping his face and looking at his hand a few times.  DRAMA in PH!  That stands for Palm Harbor.  lol  She's a crazy spit fire ex-military chic and by the looks of the Lacross sticks she threw at him he must be a college jock.  He's cute.....and isn't fighting back with her which is very manly and something I haven't seen in a very long time.