Please don't let my kid be a 'seer'

Last night Dink woke up crying.  I went in and cuddled him for a bit and layed him back down.  He told me he had a bad dream.  Well, this morning, curiosity got the better of me and I asked him what his dream was about....he said 'You."  -__-  ok.  Me.  "What did you dream about me sweetie?" Dink replied (as I was driving)  "I dreamed you got taken away in a fire truck"  Naturally I pulled over and turned to look at him... I told him mommy isn't going to be taken away in a fire truck....or in any vehicle with flashing lights for that matter...at least I sincerely hope not, well, not if I can help it.  (Do sanitoriums use cars with lights for a pickup?) 

We also held Dink's 3rd birthday party this weekend, it was a complete success!!  Close to 10 kids mostly under 4 + punching balloons and whistles = awesome birthday party!!  I had been asking Dink what kind of cake he wanted for about 3 weeks.  He changes his mind like he changes his clothes. Often.  First it was as fire doggy cake (dalmation) then it was a spider man cake (3 days later) then (the next day) a fire man cake, then a week later he wanted a spiderman/fire man cake....okaaaayyy....

Finally 3 days before his birthday party I ask one more time....he decided an elephant cake and now he immediately loves elephants.  Ok, awesome, I can do that!  I did and it turned out awesome!!  we also did some cupcakes with circus peanuts on them.   Worked out teriffically!!!

I also turned Walmart upside down trying to find an elephant stuffed animal.  Finally found one, and got it for him to open, he did, and immediately tossed it to a friends (super adroable) baby girl.  Now he says he loves it, but it's not his, it's the baby's.  But when he thinks I'm not looking, he snuggles with it and kisses it.  (heart melts)

Oh and just for one more added bit of fun to his birthday weekend, our furnace was on life support the day before the party...goodbye budget!  But at least it's feeling much better now.

Hug your kids & don't ever let go.

Today, a 20 year old 'mother' has been arrested for the death of her 13 month old son. 

The story broke yesterday, that a 13 month old had gone missing from his home, less than a mile from my house, and that it was a stranger that had abducted him while his mother and grandmother slept.  About 4 hours later they found a baby's body near a cemetary less than a mile from the house.  It was the abducted baby.  There were stories of a man walking down the road around 12:30 in the afternoon holding a baby in a blue blanket.

In my racing mind it meant there was a child stealer on the loose in my neighborhood.  That made my work day creep by. 

Finally I got off work and sped over to my in-law's house to pick up Dink.  I hugged him for a long, long time with tears welling in my eyes.  All I wanted to do was hold him and never let him go.  He eventually got tired of me squeezing him and starting batting at my head telling me to 'peas put me down mommy'  I did, and went into the bathroom and wiped my eyes, and splashed some water on my face so Dink wouldn't see.

I then drove him home and had the conversation about strangers.  "If anyone you didn't know touched you or tried to take you, you better scream, bite, kick, & hit; as loud and as hard as you can."  I know he didn't fully comprehend the situation, but it made me feel slightly better.

As we got out of the car to walk into the house, it broke my heart to see Dink so excited by the circling news helicopters thrumming right above our house.  Seeing the joy in his eyes, but knowing why they were there.  It was a very bittersweet moment.

I was terrified to let Dink sleep in his room last night.  I felt like I had OCD, I walked through the house checking, and re-checking the windows and doors, over and over again.  I know the liklihood of someone coming into my house last night was slim to none, but I couldn't stop myself from worrying.  There was still no one arrested, and they didn't have any suspects until this morning. So everyone thought the stranger/murderer was still out there. I went to bed, with his video monitor turned way up, so I was sure I could hear every little sound.  It was a rough sleep, but I slept.  Waking every so often, checking the monitor, seeing him sleeping so peacefully in his bed, falling back asleep...repeat.

I woke to the news that the baby's 'Mother' (and I use that term loosely) had been arrested for 1st degree murder.  While it made me sick to think that there are people in the world who could do such a thing to such an innocent baby, in a way I was glad.  Knowing there isn't a strange man creeping into people's houses to get their kids.

I want to take this time to let you know, if you are having a hard time with your child, please, PLEASE call a friend/relative to come take the kid for a little bit until you cool off.  If you decide you no longer want your child, you can take them to a hospital or fire station and drop them off, no questions asked.  There is also a place here in St. Louis called the crisis nursery that will watch them if you have no one else to do it.  Also, if you should have an unfortunate incodent that results in a child's death, just please, call 911 and let them handle it.  You never know if the child's life could be saved, or yours. (I know that last part is a little sketchy, but hopefully you all understand my meaning) And even if they aren't old enough, start teaching them about stranger dangers & what to do.

So please, when you next see them, hug your kids, and never let go. 

I'm back...I was busy...not lazy...well, a little lazy...shut up.

Hola.  How I have missed my bloggity blog!! 

So...Let's see.  Alot has happened in the past week, so forgive me if this is a little off, or jumps around.

Halloween; It was a success, it went exactly as planned!!  Dink was, in fact, the most handsome little fire man ever.  He also got Hubby & I lots of candy!  In case you were wondering we did get the little orange and black peanut butter things made in the mid sixties!  My uber cute story from that night is this; Dink, being a literal minded almost 3 year old, knocked on a door, woman answered, he said "twick or treeeat,"  to which she replied, "Smell my feet!" Well...Dink decided that wouldn't be acceptable and told her "No!  That's stinky!!"  Yes, he got candy from her, and she got a good laugh, as did the rest of us. 

Seeing as I haven't had any cakes to do recently you all get to still hear stories about my kid.  Deal with it, he is adorable, sweet, and funny as hell.

The past week or so, he has been doing really good at waking me up if he has to go potty in the middle of the night, well last night he didn't wake up at all.  Thankfully, this meant I didn't have to either!! I got him up and as I was getting him ready today, I said, "Wow buddy!  You slept like a rock last night!" to which I got the 'look' and he proclaimed "Mommy, (2 year old eyeroll) I am NOT a rock."  Ok, time for me to think of how I'm going to explain this to him. "That was an idiom darling. I meant to tell you that you slept without waking for an extended period of time." That wouldn't work I'm sure, so I had to think of a two year old reply...."You slept like a Dink last night."  to which he replied "YUP!" and then tore off across his room before I was able to hold him down to wrangle him into his Mickey Mouse underoos.

Oh, the Apple Butter Festival...

So Dink and I met my cousin, his wife and daughter at the barn, before we headed down to the festival.  We stopped to feed the horses a few carrots.  Dink was in his stroller (no way was I going to let him walk (me chase him) all day in that size crowd) and we stopped near the pasture and a few of the horses came by to see what noms (that's the dork word for food; Noms) we brought carrots and held our hands out flat and they came and ate a few...Dink wanted to give Johnny one.  Now, Johnny is a HUGE black horse...beautiful...I'm guessing 16-17 hands, but I'm also kind of making that up because I don't know much horse lingo, I also don't know how much a hand is...I'm guessing it's the size of my hand...I also don't know where you measure the hands at...ok....to sum up....Johnny = big black horse.  Well, Dink (still in stroller) was looking/talking to me asking for more carrots....Johnny also wanted more carrots, he poked his GIANT head through the fence and got about 8 inches from Dink's face (the side not facing the horse) you can only imagine the "Holy SHIT" face I got from Dink when he turned back around.  Lets just say it's a good thing I decided to stick a pull up on him before we left.  Because I'm almost positive he peed himself.

Ok, that's all until my kid does something else amazing tonight, to which I will shout it out to you tomorrow!!

Literal Minded People....Like, literally...

I have a friend, we shall call her 'anything but Gidget' ABG for short.  Anyway, ABG and I have some of the most fun conversations because we can both be very literal minded.  For instance I say, "Eww!  I almost stepped on that big ass bug!"  to which ABG replies "Wow!  An ass bug?! I've never seen one of those before! Where is it?" FYI, reading Facebook statuses in the future will never be the same for you.


ABG and I also love to pick on people who often use the word literally when they apparently don't know what the definition of literally is.

Just to clear this up, it is as follows;

literally; in a literal manner or sense; exactly, actually; without exaggeration or inaccuracy; The city was literally destroyed.

literal; in accordance with, involving, or being the primary or strict meaning of the word or words; not figurative or metaphorical.

Now that you know the facts, start listening to people talk.  They use this/these words quite frequently in exaggerations. "I literally drank, like, 100 shots of tequila last night."  Really? You did? Literally?  Why are you not dead right now?  Or at least having your stomach pumped?    You should be documented for some scientific study somewhere!

You get the idea.  I just want you all to understand how funny life can be when you just pay attention to the subtleties of the English language.

And just one more musing for today...the word like.

I'm not good at statistics, but I'm going to throw out some random numbers for you right now.  Like is the #1 over used word in the English language for people in the 12-24 age range.  Go to a restaurant and sit near a group of them (kids 12-24) sometime.  If it is an establishment that has a bar, mores the better.  You could easily turn this into a drinking game, that could easily turn into a hospital stay.  If you did 1 shot for every time you heard the word like being used where it doesn't need to be, you would LITERALLY be drunk within 10 minutes.(5 minutes if it's all girls 14-19).

Please don't point anything out to anyone who falls under either of these categories.  I want to have people to point & laugh at in the future.  I thrive on the failings of others.  It's what keeps me going.

Thanks and I'll annoy you more later....with more rantings...