day late dollar short wondering weds

Crap I missed another Wondering Wednesday. I had yesterdays post set to auto post and then it was only half way thru the morning I realized it was Thursday.

I need to learn dash-1's day of the week song to help me out.

So I'm just doing it late. So here's what I'm wondering about.

-Why won't my darling little one sleep? His naps? Non existent. Sleep at night? Ok but I know he needs more.

Could it be the constant stream of noise and chaos in the house as a result of the other two dash brothers? I'm thinking that has something to do with it. We've done some sleep training, we've done self soothing, nothing is working. At all. I'm at my wits end, he's at his wits end. And flyboy. Let's not even talk about flyboy.

Any great baby wearing suggestions? That's my next idea and I'm definitely wondering about that.... {for those that were wondering he's 14lbs 13 oz and 27 inches long}

-I'm wondering about the emails I get. More specifically, the ones about Russian brides that I've recently started getting. I'm good in the marriage department, thank you very much, I have a fantastic husband who cleans like a Russian bride, but get this, he speaks english AND he's a he.

A definite plus in my book.

I used to really wonder about the emails I used to get from m*tch.com saying that they had found my mate but those seem down right normal compared to the emails from the Russian brides.

-I'm wondering about people who smoke in the cars with their small kids.

Smoking is a personal choice, you wanna smoke, go right ahead, I could care less. There is a warning on the box and surely everyone knows now days that its not good for you. So if you want to puff, puff away my friend.

But.

To puff near your kids is, in my humble opinion, trashy. To puff in an enclosed car with the window cracked barely an inch {oooh its just so cold out there, I couldn't possibly let the cold air in, that's not good for the kids, but the smoke, that'll keep them warm} and smoke swirling around the car AND your small kids who are strapped into their car seats in the backseat? REALLY TRASHY.

Really, really trashy actually.

So there, that's my day late, dollar short, wondering Wednesdays.

What are you wondering about?

Wondering Weds. took a detour

So today is Wednesday.

I must admit I'm a little disappointed, I've gone thru the first part of the day thinking it was Thursday and well, now I'm back a day.... so it goes.

I had a good bunch of wonderings for today.

Why cant I see people's emails in my new comment setup {which might not last too much longer if I can't figure out the kinks}? Why does my husband get so much water on the ceiling during the shower?

Why is it that my kids can't hear me when I speak in a normal voice right. in. front. of them. when I ask them to do something but if I drop my voice to a barely audible whisper to talk about something I don't want them to hear they can hear me from down the block?

And those were just a few. But then.

Then last night while switching channels I stopped upon that show Little Miss Perfect {LMP form here on out} to see what freak shows they were featuring only to get totally sidetracked. And to have my wondering weds hijacked by what I saw.

Flyboy happened to be sitting next to me, though I will put up as a disclaimer on his manliness that he was using the laptop searching around for computer stuff not watching LMP.

However he heard something about how one of the girls mom is in the Army and she showed up at grandma's house in her cammies. Flyboy shook his head and wondered outloud why the Army would allow her to be on a show about trainwreck pageant moms.

{Because while not all pageant moms might be trainwrecks, most, if not all, of the ones featured on that show are. I think we can all agree on that one.}

Now to her defense the Army mom actually seemed kinda normal {its all relative though} it was more the grandma who was the traditional pageant mom. But still it got better.

So much better it prompted me to run from the room to yell for flyboy to hurry up and stop what he was doing to come and see this {there is no way my description would do, I wanted to see his reaction}

For her WOW wear the girl, who was probably seven maybe {yet whored up to look 20}, came out on stage...... I'll let the anticipation build....

SHE CAME OUT IN A SLUTTED UP PAIR OF MARINE DRESS BLUES!

Yes. Let's all take a moment now.{insert elevator music here}

Now I am aware that there are costumes out there that look like uniforms. I'm not a total fuddy duddy, I'm not railing on those kinda costumes.

{I can see the 20 comments of people saying I have a set of cammies for my son do you have a problem with those?! NO!}

This girl came out in hacked up pair of dress blues {and the grandmother and mother both referred to them as Marine dress blues so they aren't just a freak look alike}. The "pants" were skin tight short shorts and the blouse. WOW.

I can honestly say I've never seen a blues blouse that showed ones middrift. And that much of it.

I'm not sure what was worse though, how small her shirt was, or the fact that she had on there, rank ensignia, medals, wings, oh yeah and a cover {hat} with the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor all glittered up.

I wonder what flyboy would do if the boys and I glittered up his cover and EGA for a craft project one day?

To answer my question, he would probably go ape shit nuts. Judging from his reaction to last nights show I'd have to go out on a limb and say not so well.

And with good reason. I mean where to start?! Letting your kid wear medals? Or thinking that its all good to take a dress uniform and tart it up? Or for that matter, slutting up your kid?

Honestly I don't even know. So I'm just leaving it at this. My wondering for today is... what the hell is wrong with some people?

What are you wondering about?

{total sidenote. I cant email back responses as easily anymore but now I can leave replies to comments almost as if its a message board. Kinda neat...}

Wondering wednesday

It's Wednesday. Or at least I think it is. It is isn't it?

Sometimes when flyboy is away I just loose track of days of the week. Especially when there is no school and with a snow day today and then friday and monday off for President's weekend I'm all sorts of messed up.

So back to wondering Wednesdays {because it is wednesday right?}

This first one has a bit to do with one that I put up two weeks ago about the smart cars. I saw a guy at the commissary with a cart full of groceries and an itty bitty smart car to get them in.

So {drumroll please} I'm wondering how the hell he's getting all those groceries home.

And from the look on his face so was he.

-I wonder about the guys on American Idol that miss the birth of their kids to audition. I get it that its a once in a lifetime oppurtunity to audition but so is the birth of your baby. And the odds are very much against you that you'll win or even make it to the top 12. So do you miss out on something so special?

{I was thinking about this last night, after all we military families miss out on an awful lot but is that really the same?} I'm really torn, is it just the same? Would you go ahead and audition? This one really has me wondering.

-I wonder about reusable menstraul cups.

Yup. You read that right.

A mommy board I'm on had a post singing the praises of them and a TON of the moms raved about them. {I'm starting to think I don't fit in there, I'm pretty sure that was the writing on the wall for my participation.}

In my book those go in the same category as cloth maxi pads. I'll recycle every last thing in my house, I'll wash out plastic bags and clean my foil to use again, but I must draw the line at anything menstrualy related being reusable.

The hole in the ozone could be RIGHT over my damn house it's never going to happen. EVER.

and one last one.

-I wonder about my husband sometimes. Oh I love him so. But I do wonder about him.

The other week dash-3 was trying so desperately to chew on his toes. Flyboy thinks that we should discourage that, after all he said "feet are filty". Yes, your feet. My feet. The other kids feet.

But our five month old? Hardly. His feet never touch anything! Those hands he's always sucking on are faaaaaaaaar more yucky if you think about it.

So there that wraps up my wonderings for this week. And again I'm going to toss out my disclaimer... these are just my opinions, if you love your smart car, your reusable menstrual cup and think babies eating their feet are disgusting, that's cool. I'm ok with that. I'm not here to change minds.