My New Masterpieces

I have actually been sitting down and scrapbooking. I am a slow worker, probably because I tend to get caught up in watching Veronica Mars on DVD. I have even been using more than one photo, that rarely happens. That and I am a total lifter and need to peruse for ideas. Should you want to see more of my lifted pages they are here.

Don't Be a Hater

I did not think I could ever top my Five Dollar find until today. I'm not sure if I posted about going to a rummage sale where they had the little tykes car in the garage and I literally drag her out of the thing, which was not for sale. I had decided to get her one for her birthday, unless I spied one at a rummage somewhere. As I'm driving the pharmacy I couldn't believe it a little tykes car in a yard having a rummage. I quick turn around and stopped. My heart sank as I saw no there was no tag on it. I asked if it was for sale and they said yes. I asked how much and they said..........

ONE DOLLAR!

I asked again, a dollar? and they said yes. Here's your dollar; I almost told them to keep the five. I was thinking I was going to be forking over $45 for a new one, but I will take the dollar one, it may not have any of the stickers for the headlights and such, but Peanut Butter had to be forced inside after playing this afternoon. I hope no one is hatin' on my awesome finds.

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The Little Things

Miss Peanut Butter was entranced with trying to put rocks through the hole in the stairs of the slide. The rocks we a big hit with a lot of the kids. But she just sat there and tried like heck to get the rocks through the holes. Which allowed me to take this....

I actually took a cool photo. Well I think it is anyway. I fell in love with it as soon as I downloaded it. The sky is so blue and she just seems to pop. It is just the little things.

Not much of a story, but that's okay, I hope.

Wits Ends

I don't know what to do with Miss Peanut Butter. They tell me she is being aggressive on the playground at day care. I don't know what they want me to do. She is hitting, scratching, and biting me during her tantrums. Today she screamed for at least 40 min until I wrestled her into her swim suit and put her in the pool to cool her off. She was fine after that. She doesn't seem to listen to any sort of reasoning and yes I know she isn't 2 yet, but I would think she gets No, you can't hit, it hurts when you do that. Which I think leads her to believe good let me do it some more. Then J gets on my case at the baseball game tonight how I handle things. I was a wee bit pissed. I was like how do you want me to do things. He was more mad at The Boy's team choking and taking it out on me. I wasn't having it and left. It is amazing how much easier it was to run home since I was mad. Then she had to be an angel when we got home.
At work I actually watched a guy pull out handfuls of cereal out of the garbage and proceed to sit back down and eat it. I was dumbfounded I hadn't seen that yet. I think he was going to do something similar at lunch, but I nipped that in the bud.

I had to.

As much as she annoys me, I really thought this was good. I'm sure you've seen it by now, but here it is anyway.

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Tantrums of Different Sorts

I can't believe what taking off a couple days does for the endurance. I really had to push to squeak out a mile to the field. The run home wasn't much better, but I did it. The Boy's team won tonight in their regular league tournament. I think they play again tomorrow. Peanut Butter was in rare form by the end of the game. She was trying to run around with one of my shopping bags on her head. When I took it from her it was full on tantrum and she never really recovered. J said this is what happens when she's up at 6 am. She could use a bath, but I don't even want to fight that battle, but I do and clean her up as best I can as sha screams for mercy. For some reason she is now terrified of taking a bath. I did pull out the kiddie pool I found on clearance last year. It was 4 dollars well spent. It took awhile, but she actually had a pretty good time playing.
Can I bore you with another reason I will be glad the baseball season is almost over. I am sick to death of battle of the ex's. I understand your husband had an affair THREE years ago. I gave your props when you called his girlfriend a F#%ing Wh0re three years ago, albeit totally wrong place. It shouldn't have taken place after your kid's baseball game, but you did take it away from the field for a bit. Year two, I and everyone else in the stands understand you are bitter we get it, but the middle of games really isn't the place to be harping on the woman, he is obviously still with her and now they practically make out in the stands to rub it in your face, because they know it gets a rise out of you. I don't know which is worse to watch at this point. Year three, you have moved on, remarried, your husband is still with the other woman, and appear happy, because now it is a contest on who is more lovey dovey in the stands. Truly gag worthy. Even after you have remarried and say you are much happier now than you ever were with your ex, you still have to call her a $lut in the middle of a freaking baseball game because her underwear happened to be showing. And then your mom, who I really do like, has to harp in too. I'm actually starting to feel for the other woman. Give it a rest already. You are doing these things in front of your kids. What kind of relationships do you want them to have.

The Weekend Round Up

It was another baseball filled weekend, well Saturday anyway. The Boy's first game was in the dead of the over head sun at noon. It was beyond hot. We have one of those nice canopy things, but it does me no good to lug the sucker out, set it up and sit under it in complete shady wonderfulness because there is no sitting when the girl is on the run.

Peanut Butter and her "friend" played in the willow tree which provided the only oasis in the scorching sun, but she wasn't intent to only play in the shade. There was a rocky hill and a creek to attempt to injure ourselves in.

The did have a small slide playset and two swings. Peanut Butter swung on a regular seat for the first time. She did really well hanging on. She fell off in the first tries since she was trying to read a book she found and swing. Already a trying to be multi-tasker.

Normally I am psycho about anything containing corn syrup, but it is summer and the freeze pops were cool and kept her busy. I just take a deep breath and say it is full of corn syrup goodness and J laughs. He knows it is just eating me inside, as she proceeds to eat at last count, 4 of them. I am trying to let go a little on this since it is almost impossible to find anything with out it at concession stands.

At The Boy's second game in which there was ample shade in the early evening. As they boys received a whooping from the team they beat last week by 15 runs. The girl stole a chair from some other kids that were at the game. She decided she would like a front row seat to the debauchery. The Boy had an awesome hit which I missed, I caught him running from first to second and heard J cheering so it must have been good. Little Miss PB then decided she needed and even closer seat and proceeded to try and place the chair inside the fence. This of course happens as something else is catching my attention to the side of me. I hear a dad to the right of me you might want to get her. Oops. How J didn't see her is beyond me. He was sitting closer to the break in the fence than I was. Note to self buy some goofy character kids chair and it will keep her entertained almost a whole game. I wish I had known this before we were going into last tournament of the year.
We ordered pizza on the way home to be picked up I don't know if it was because I was literally starving or what, but it was so good. I ate way more than I should have. Seeing as I have done nothing in any way of exercise in the last 2 days.
Since the boys lost we had a free Sunday to which J said "we are having a lazy Sunday." We did breakfast and the guys hung out on the couches. I scrapbooked until PB found me and started to destroy my room. At the point I dragged her out of my room she was ready for a nap and surprisingly went right down and so did I for an hour. If I get a chance to finish some pages I will try to post them. I even attempted to use more than one photo, which is a reach for me these days.