A mish mosh of sorts

A random slew of stuff, its just one of those days.

*I'm dying for cake. Real cake, with eggs. (For those of you who don't know dash-1 is allergic to eggs, real cake has eggs in it, egg free cupcakes are good but again, not real cake.) I'm thinking of white cake with white frosting. Butter cake with chocolate frosting sounds pretty snazzy too.

I mentioned this last night to flyboy and he just looked at me. I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me and then he replied, "I cant crap you a cake and you understand I'm not running to the store at 9:30".

Ok. Point taken. I will go without cake.

*Tomorrow night we are supposed to get 9-14 inches of snow. Do you know why it's going to snow enough for an Olympic trial in downhill skiing? Because I have a doctors apt scheduled for early Weds. morning. That's why. And its been scheduled for two weeks. Of course.

*Dash-2's latest craze is blowing raspberries on my stomach, face, arm, any skin exposed pretty much. Although its less a raspberry and more just a giant spew of spit left all over me. It's a good thing he breaks out in a fit of giggles or seriously, I'd lose my mind.

*Life on Mars is starting back up this week. I'm very excited. It's about a cop who suffers an gunshot wound and ends up back in 1973. And flyboy and I agree on it. How often does that happen?

*In the fish tank front, while washing the gravel the bag slipped and gravel ended up everywhere. Even in the toilet. Fresh after a certain little boy used it and didn't flush.

We can't flush gravel down our toilets so flyboy just stuck his hand right in. He said it best "clearly we've had kids for a while now, I didn't even think twice going in."

*This is a little embarrassing but it was so funny as it was happening I looked right at flyboy and asked if I could blog about this. He gave his blessing.

Both of us were cleaning last night, well I was scrubbing toilets (those with small boys or even big boys realize more pee is actually on the OUTSIDE of the toilet) and he was putting in some insulation in the attic. So we both opted to shower when we finished up around the same time. And you know being green minded we wanted to save water. So we hopped in together.

Hey we have small kids, that's about as exciting as it gets.

Until Dash-1 decided he needed to pee. And his brother decided to follow him. Into the same bathroom we were in. Flyboy stuck his head out to see what was going on and I stayed mum, nothing gets past dash-1 and he starts in on how we shouldn't be in the shower at the same time. It's only meant for one person at a time.

I cringe when I think about what he's going to say at school tomorrow if he remembers this.

Really that's enough of the mishmosh, I think I've adequately embarassed myself enough.

And I still want cake.

The fish saga

We went and got the boys the much anticipated fish tank today.

Ummmm yeah.

I thought fish tanks were a cheap little proposition. Uh. No. Almost 200 dollars lighter we left the store, only to drive 45 mins home to find out the box was missing pieces. So with two, not so understanding little ones and two moderately peeved parents, off we trudged to get another one.

Of course the other store didn't have that one. Of course. Seems simple enough to just get another, which we ended up doing, but let me clue you in, small children don't always understand why they aren't getting the cool looking circular one they originally picked out.

Come home, take the box apart, realize that all our combined higher education (and quite frankly between the two of us we have a fair amount) did not prepare us to put together what I thought would be a fun family project.

Fun it was not. Tons of little pieces, 15 separate instruction books, various cords and plugs, and the kids asking where the fish were. And big daddy.... yeah, for someone who deals with high stress situations in a cockpit AND who's been to war, a couple times, he was quite near the edge.

Honestly, I wish we had just bought a damn dog.

apparently i am late for wordless weds.

I know some folks don't let their kids play with toy guns. Obviously we are not those people.