Monthly Archive: February 2006

Mr. Wizard meets Martha Stewart 16

Mr. Wizard meets Martha Stewart

OH MY GOD. Do you see this…this…this CREATURE? It is some concoction MrZ and LilZ whipped up tonight. MrZ was craving something sweet, so he started by mixing brown sugar, peanut butter, and maybe some chocolate chips together. As I mocked his creation from the living room, he decided to add an entire stick of butter. Several cups of sugar, flower, and eggs later, LilZ had joined in with the suggestion, “Hey! Lets add some yogurt!” and so went the strawberry/kiwi yogurt into this “dessert”. MrZ recalled that most desserts call for baking powder so he added, what he would...

Sometimes parenting makes me cry. 60

Sometimes parenting makes me cry.

“You’re about as straight as a circle.” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is what someone told my 11-yr-old son recently. I asked him what spawned it, and he couldn’t remember. “He’s always calling me gay and stuff…he’s just weird.” He hears those comments so much he can’t even remember which ones came from what person. It breaks my heart. LilZ has always been picked on for his interests. He’s never been, what many call, “all boy”. A lot of people would say this is because of my influence, but those close to us know that has nothing to do with...

Don’t you mess with my boyfriend. 8

Don’t you mess with my boyfriend.

MrZ survived the pediatrician trip. And that is impressive considering that he had to wait an hour and a HALF before even seeing the doctor. And considering I had just fed her before they left and she didn’t eat very well even then (she gets bored with eating when there are kids around to watch) he was dealing with a VERY hungry NikkiZ pre-shots. Hungry and irritable babies make shots ten times more fun. Guaranteed! You should try it sometime. He evidently explained NikkiZ’s fussiness by telling the doctor, “She’s hungry.” The doctor, of course, asked where her bottle was....

We’re grown-ups 9

We’re grown-ups

Right now – MrZ is alone at NIkkiZ’s 4 month check-up. Well, he’s got her with him (I hope), but I’m not there with him. After he missed her last two check-ups, and then admitted he skipped them because he can’t handle her getting shots, I did what any 2-yr-old would do and pitched a temper tantrum whining, “It’s not FAIR! You have to do it next time! WAH!” This morning he asked me to send him an email with everything he needed to ask or tell our Pediatrian. I immediately told him if I emailed it to him it...

Please, save me. I can’t stop thinking/talking/writing about the damn movie already. 10

Please, save me. I can’t stop thinking/talking/writing about the damn movie already.

I read Dooce’s new comment policy this morning and when I read the last line, I convinced myself that LilZ has somehow contacted her and convinced her to join his efforts to drive me batshit using songs from High School Musical as a primary attack. I told myself that he read yesterday’s entry and thought he would be funny and torture me more by finding ways to subtly hide lyrics from the soundtrack in anything and everything I might read today. It’s so bad that when I read that last line of her new policy, I even clapped at the...