Bring it on down to Pottyville!

It's been a crazy 3 days in the Ramblings house thanks to something called potty training. I have no words to describe the process of potty training my kid. all i have to say is that all the attitude, sass and humor that he got from his mama definitely comes out when he replies to the question: do you have to go potty?

i've been reading up on potty training for 100 years to prepare for this journey. ok, not really 100 years -- but i'd suggest folks do that! i've found great tips online and from friends. some worked for us and some didn't. i've had to tweak and find our groove.

And part of that GROOVE has been throwing out the silly potty songs some parents like to sing, and make up our own! I admit that River is not quite a fan of our homemade songs, but he'll have to deal because they are too good.

Especially our favorite, which James wrote this morning when he was channeling his inner Justin Timberlake.
it goes a bit like this: As long as I got my potty seat, i can sit down all night and pee -- let me show you a poop thing, let me show you a poop thing!

I thought it was catchy. River told us "stop singing. mama sing too much."

I told him he can have an opinion on my signing when he no longer uses diapers!

Mic check...is this thing on?! I'm "back"

looks like my last post was in June. JUNE! well, in my defense it was around the time i found out I was going to be a teen mom. ok, no really. but i did find out i was expecting again. so i blame a little mocha boy named Aaron Brooks for my absence. in June he made his presence known by striking me with the pukes, acid reflux and moodiness. and Ain't Nobody Got Time for Dat!

but i'm back and taking this blogging thing day by day.

here's a recap of this morning's convos with my dear hubby:

ReRe: Hey, you wanna get the banana peel and dirty dishes out of the bathroom
James: oh yeah! These were supposed to be following me to the kitchen.


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ReRe: I didn't sleep well last night. Between Aaron's grunting, River's snoring and your farting, it's just really hard. Y'all are really loud sleepers.
James: i bet our sounds are funny!
ReRe: unless you are sleep deprived...then they just tick you off.
James: I never hear any of you farting in your sleep.
ReRe: Because you can't hear over your own dang farts.

This morning is already off to a roll!

I heard it through the crazy vine!

Here's a recap of recent of some convos heard around casa de ReRe Ramblings:

ReRe: Are you going to come move your plate from the table? This ain't the Waffle House.
James: No, this is the Awful House...BWAHAHAHAH!

James: Are you interesed in seeing that movie Rock of Ages?
ReRe: No.
James: Because it's before your time?
ReRe: No, it's because i'm black!

The makings of a black widow

I admit I'm a girlie girl and do not hesitate to yell like one if I see a creepy crawler. I married James for many reasons -- and one of those reasons is to handle creepy crawlers. I thought he knew this, but i recently learned this was a wrong assumption (you know what they say about assuming).

The other day while cleaning out the tub I saw what can only be described as the lovechild between a crab and a scorpion. (I'm literally shuttering just typing that, ick!). It was maybe an inch long, but it looked like it was packing heat, so i did what any girlie girl would do....I SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.

ReRe: AHHHH. BABY, BABY! COME HERE, QUICK, HELP!

My night and shining armor came running in the bathroom concerned.

James: What's wrong???
ReRe: There, look, it's a bug. It has  pincher and claws, kill it! KILL IT!!! What is it?
James: Calm down. it's nothing. (he flushes it)
ReRe: What was it?
James: I don't know.
ReRe: It had pinchers? What was it?
James: I don't know. Did you seriously scream like that for a little bug. I ran in here and didn't even pause my video game and now I'm going to lose my pro status. Next time you scream like that it needs to be for something serious, like a black widow.
ReRe: You know what? I'm about to be black widow!

the crAzy Team

Ever since James was a child he's been obsessed with the  A-Team. He will randomly hum the song and sometimes when we're driving, he'll break out in A-Team talk like we are the A Team. This was the case yesterday. A plane flying over Flood Street apparently triggered his A Team bug and this conversation ensued:

James: Uh-Oh, we better go break out Murdock!
ReRe: What? What are you talking about?
James: We are the A-Team! Murdock is the crazy guy in the asylum. You are B.A., I'm Hannibal and River is Faceman because he's so cute.
ReRe: What?! I have to be Mr. T? Why, because i'm black?!
James: Well, i guess you could be Amy Allen, the reporter who'd hang with them sometimes.
ReRe: You think?!
James: And maybe i should be Murdock, the crazy guy.
ReRe: YOU THINK?!

Homeland...where the crazies are

I've recently (re)discovered Homeland. The prices aren't the best, but i like to pop in every once in awhile because it doesn't have the chaos and layer of wally that Walmart has. But even though Homeland may present itself as a more "upper-crust" grocery option, its cashiers are hot mess! a few weeks ago a teen cashier could barely contain himself when he told me my total was $4.20 (420, bwahahaha?!).

But my encounter yesterday was even stranger.

Me: How are you today?
Cashier lady: I'm treated the way i should be. Not given the respect i deserve. But i haven't been arrested!
Me: That's sad...and good. Is this the time where i give you my discount card to swipe?
Cashier (a little too excited): Let's do it! you're here, i'm here! Let's do this while we are both here!
Me: Ok...
Cashier (over the top excited): look! you save 20 cents, girl! you are raking it in hand over foot!
Me: Ok.

I took my overprices salmon and baked Cheetos and ran to my car as fast as i could. at least in wally world i expect the crazy!

But i am glad that Homeland employs folks on work release!

Deviled Eggs

I love when the hubby compliments my cooking. But i think this past Saturday he gave me a "compliment" that i just didn't know how to take.

Saturdays are our mornings for big breakfasts. So as we settled down to scrambled eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns, James said:

When we get to heaven, i hope you have to cook breakfast every day!

I guess he doesn't realize that if I have to cook breakfast every day, my guess is that i didn't make it to heaven!