Update on Scribbles Class

Where....do I even begin. This morning started off rocky. I didn't set my alarm. I was late to my doctor's appointment. I "rolled" through a stop sign and got a ticket less than a quarter mile away from my garage door. My coffee filter flopped over and doubled itself, so my coffee was RANK this morning. What...a nightmare.

The Dude and I started our descent to our cool new art class. I got lost. In Fair Park aka Scary Town. Alas, we made it- thank you iPhone Map App!

We get to the museum and are escorted to our class by Miss Margie. (Love her by the way.) Dude is doing great at this point. I'm eying the paint, markers, bins of water, etc. on all the tables and thinking, "what have I gotten myself into?" No biggie. I can deal (thanks to Lexapro!).

Miss Margie (hereafter known as MM) gathers all the children and parents into a circle for song time and roll call. Dude doesn't care about this. He wants to sink his paws into the brown paint. Fine by me. I encourage any form of art (as long as it's not on the walls of my house).

MM gives instructions on the class and what we'll be making today- a paper bear, a canvas bag, a stuffed bear and a stretched canvas. Whew. This is already wishful thinking. Everyone grabs a smock (except for my child) and sits quietly at the tables (except my child). The Mozart CD is playing in the background, but over that CD, my child is throwing a full blown temper tantrum. Screaming, kicking, crying. You get it?

I remove us from the situation. MM comes out into the hallway to "make sure we are ok" and to let us know "that this is new to my son, he may be overwhelmed by the amount of children here, the work at hand, and the newness of it all." Yeah right lady. He's p-to-the-o'd because I am trying to get him to wear this damn smock (which I gave up on about minute 2 of the tantrum) and have some sort of interest in dipping his hands into all the paint like a normal kid.

I give up. I throw some goldfish at the dude, go back into the classroom, pick up all of our supplies and begin MY artwork. MY bear looks awesome. MY canvas bag looks awesome. MY stuffed bear and stretched canvas didn't get done, but don't worry, I will do it next week when the Dude is enjoying his snack in the corner. Oh and don't worry, I only had to pay $120 to do this class for 8 weeks. (Yes, 8 weeks of horror.)

All in all. It was a fun class and I am glad that we did it. (Did I just become bi-polar?) I cannot wait to see what happens next week now that I know what to expect (note to self: bring stroller) and have a little better grip on the situation (note to self: bring more snacks and take a vicodin upon arrival to the class).

The S Word- Oh My!

Yes kids, that's right. My child said it. The "S" word. He ran out of the house today and said "SNOW!" (I bet you were thinking about another word- get your mind outta the gutter, geez.)

Dallas saw a whopping 1" of snow (maybe) and needless to say, we'll all be heading to work tomorrow. Bummer.

Does my butt look big?

Not that this is the first time I've seen these. But I think it's the first time that I've actually had time to even process what they are. Diapers, made to look like jeans, for crawling babies. Huh?

Why in the h-e-double-hockey sticks would the diaper peeps think this is a good idea? And an even bigger question, why would any mom, grandmother, stepmom, godparent, dad, cousin, brother, et all BUY them? Do you think the baby for whom you bought these jean diapers for enjoys looking like a first class looser? Do you think this baby WANTS you to check out the junk in his trunk? No. If we wanted people to check out our caboose, we would all have Kim Kardashian style buttox. We would all have purchased Jane Fonda VHS tapes to tone our fanny. (Please note other names for a bottom include: rump, rear, hiney, tush, rear-end, arse, bum. This does not particularly matter, but it was a fun brainstorm that hubster.) Digressing a little too much? Yes, I think so.

I guess my point here is that these diapers, although branded well, are definitely not the diapers I choose for my child, and you bet your sweet little rumptastical- if I see your kid wearing them- I will point and laugh. Loudly.

Yikers...

It seems that my blog has taken some time off, errr I've taken some time off from the blog. I can totally say, it's not you, it's me. Trust me.

2010 shaped up to be a pretty darn good and busy year for my family. We've made new friends, held onto the old ones, and look forward to making memories this new year.

My company got some serious action in Q4. For all you non-number people, that mean the 4th Quarter...At any rate, we were cranking out cards and labels like it was nobodys biz-nass. Alas, I am happy the holi-craze is over, but am already thinking about my Fall and Winter plans. There are a lot of things in the works for this little engine that could. Check out the site when you have a free moment.

During the holicraze, my smart-self decided to take a girls trip to NYC. (I know you are asking yourself why in God's name would I do this, and trust me, I asked myself the same question the day I got back and had over 100 orders to finish processing/proofing/printing.) Next year, we plan better. While in NYC with my bud CB, we visited a famous candy store and lo-and-behold guess who was there signing books, but Dylan (of Dylan's Candy Store) herself. Super cool chick and she certainly knows how to have a sweet store. (Get it? Sweet. Ummmkay.)



In true Erin fashion, I have been busy planning a certain someone's 2nd birthday. I'll let you guess who.



Since we love to make animal sounds (whether devil-like or sweet), we are doing a Circus theme shin-dig. Invites in the works.

The little dude is talking all the time, and in fact today, we had an entire conversation in the car about what he wanted for dinner. It consisted mostly of me asking him if he wanted certain things and him saying 'no', but there came a moment when he specifically asked me for chicken and green beans. Wha??? So, that's what he got. Delish. He amazes me everyday (and yes, drives me nuts, too) and makes me a better person. We are starting a super cool class at the Museum of Nature and Science for 8 weeks. Good luck to me. I am SURE there will be at least 1 post about this class.

The hubster and I are getting reacquainted after the holidays as it seems that I hardly have the time in the day to say 7 words to the man. Those words are usually, "Hey, can you please do the dishes?" We celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary in late December by enjoying a kidless meal at Craft. If you haven't been- go. Go as fast as you can. You will love it. In fact, we save our nickles and try to hit that spot at least 4 times a year. (For you non-numbers people, that's about once a quarter.) Still in love with his guns and ammo, the hubster is enjoying me having a little more free time (I think.).

We have big plans in January. He'll move OUT of the office we currently share and I'll move OUT of the garage. Basically, we are doing what we should've done YEARS ago but didn't due to time. And now, we have time. (Really?!) I am hoping this move will take place in a few weeks so I can totally paper pimp the be-jesus out of this room and have some inspiring art on the walls. Translates to: get the guns and crap outta here and let me take over, bro.

In closing, I'd like to do a quickie shout out to the 5 people who read this. You know who you are. If you have a cool blog or website you think I need to check out (now that I have SOOOOO much time on my hands), puh-leese send it to me via email. I love new sites and blogs.

Happy 2011!