Let them eat ice cream!

Today was a simple day. I love simple. We picked the kids up from their dad's house and headed for the beach. It's cold here (I mean, for California) so there was no water play, but we did take a nice stroll as a family. There is a Ruby's Diner at the end  of the pier and they have fantastic ice cream. I have no idea why I thought ice cream would be a great idea in 60 degree weather?
Who am I kidding, anytime is perfect for ice cream.... this is why I am so 'fluffy'. We watched the surfers, the people, the dogs, the kites. One of the little shops had these sleeping dogs that look incredibly real; their chests even rise and fall as if they are breathing. Little D is really desperate to get a dog. We have cats, which she loves, but she is really holding out for a dog. No, a puppy. I was pretty set on adopting a mature dog from the shelter, but we may have to give in and adopt a puppy.
Speaking of puppies, we witnessed a lady embarrassingly dragging her dog across the intersection. The dog clearly had waited too long and was waddling across the street dropping little nuggets with each step. Actually, this was not a little dog( nor were the 'nuggets)this was a big dog so she really had to put in some effort to drag him across. She waved apologetically to cars waiting to turn as her husband reluctantly followed behind searching his bag for a plastic baggy to pick up the poop. I realized, I can relate to that poor dog. How many times have I needed to do my business only to get dragged away by little people with other things in mind. Thankfully, as far as I know, I haven't left any prizes behind.
And to that I raise my glass and say "life is short, let them eat ice cream!". Cheers!

Happy memorial day!

Happy Memorial Day!! There was a time, many years ago, I was in the military. I want to say thank you. Thank you to the men and women who served and made the ultimate sacrifice.
Unfortunately, we will not be celebrating. Boooo. Mr.D works night shift and is on tonight (holiday pay, yah baby). My older two are at their dad's for the weekend, so I figure I'll microwave some hot dogs and call it good.
Toddler D is being her usual self today.... naughty. I'm not kidding people, she is the epitome of terrible two's....And the absolute worst part? She absolutely can not be reasoned with. For instance, she is on a "I have to drink some soda or I might die" kick. Now, stay with me here, she is two. No, we never intended for her to become a soda addict, it happened quite accidentally:
Mr.D had his cup on the table, walked away, toddler D came along and took a swig, the rest is history. I'm actually just thankful it wasn't whiskey or tequila. Anyway, back to the monster. Our morning conversation:
Me: Good morning baby, would you like some eggs or pancakes?
Toddler D: no, soda
Me: You can't drink soda, how about some juice or chocolate mi....
Toddler D: NO, SODA
me: (getting a little irritated now) no, you cannot have soda. Do you want breakfast or not?
Toddler D: SOOOOODDDDDDAAAA
And......let the falling to the floor and banshee screaming commence.

I hadn't even had my coffee.

I did end up boiling an egg and gave it to her with a banana which she mutilated and ground into the carpet while I was peacefully drinking my, by that time almost cold,  coffee.

I love her, I really do. But, sometimes I don't like her.

Happy memorial day! Have a drink for me. I'll be here, counting my new gray hairs.

Can I just pee?

I say this several times a day. Let me tell you, there's nothing like having an audience while trying to do your business. All the kids could have been too busy with whatever toy or game they were playing with to hear me tell them to clean their rooms but somehow, without fail, the minute my cheeks hit that seat their hearing has returned and they are standing in the doorway. They always pick that moment to give me their laundry list of needs...... I don't even bother closing the door; I'm scared they will tear the door down or the world might end. I'm still not sure which but surely something bad might happen.