Out for blood.....

yeah, that's how I describe all of you who can't be satisfied with my For Real Friday's that "aren't gross enough."  People!  You would have done well in a Roman coliseum watching people fight with lions and thinking it wasn't gory enough.  You would have been the ones screaming....'let's add some bears into the mix too.'

I can't please you!

But......never one to be called a quitter (actually that's not true--I'm okay with being a quitter--I've quit a lot of things) I'll keep trying to impress you. However, I will admit--it's been a long week so this is definitely sub par effort and I'll claim that.  "A" for effort though that I thought to snap this picture a few days ago, right?

I actually thought about pulling my stove out to clean behind it (I've never done it once since we moved in eight years ago) and show you the remnants but then I thought, "Nah.....I bet a lot of people never clean behind their stove--that won't pass."

I thought about showing you the mop after I scrubbed my slate kitchen floors for the first time in over a year, but again.......it seems no one mops their kitchen floors either so it wouldn't be all that impressive.  And then there's this discrepancy of what it really means to mop your floor--hands and knees, a wet mop, a swiffer.......and it goes 'round and 'round.

So instead.......

This pair of "I had an accident" (Georgia--not me) underwear laid in my shower for almost a week before I did anything about them.  And two times I moved them into my sink while I gave Georgia a bath and then put them right back into the tub when she was done.  Yep, Chris and I just showered around them and over them.  And then I figured they were clean anyway, after eight or so showers had happened in their presence, so I just let them dry out and put them back in her drawer.

Kidding.

But they really did lay there in all their "accident" glory for about a week before I took care of them.  Rest assured....it was just pee.  But knowing you all........that's probably not what you wanted to hear now is it?

And I'm guessing this is all a little tame for you--but please know--if you could have watched my behavior as a lazy, turn on the TV, cranky, no patience, yell about play-doh, and yearn for something to break to unleash my frustration with typical three old shenanigans you'd know what the real 'For Real Friday' was.

It's a good thing Georgia has learned how to say, "I forgive you," from me.......because it sounded nice coming out of her cute little face when I apologized to her for losing my patience and being grumpy.

Here's to a better weekend.  And some favorite pics thanks to my iPhone this week.

How great are candy aisles?

"You like me even when I'm not listening?"

Georgia had (another) a time-out today for not listening to me when I asked her to come inside after we got home from the grocery store.  Listening to directions is something I have come to believe no one ever masters.  No one.  Sometimes I catch myself saying things like this to Georgia, "When I ask you to come here I mean right now.  Not when you're finished putting that stuffed animal onto your changing table, not when you're finished coloring that last picture, and not when you've put on enough necklaces to suit your taste.  Right now."

And you know what?

I used to say those exact same things to my middle school history students, "I want you to get back to your seats right now.  Not after you've sharpened your pencil for the bajillionth time, not after you've finished that conversation about what someone allegedly said about you at lunch, and not after you've taken your 10th tour of the hour around the room.  Right now."

And you know what else?

Conversations like this happen between my husband and I too.

Me:  "Do you think you could stop leaving random glasses all over the house and put them in the dishwasher?"

Chris: "When do you think you're going to learn to park in the garage so I can get my car in too?"

Me:  "What do you mean, 'do we have any plans this weekend?', I literally just told you all 900 things we have to do on Saturday & Sunday."

Chris:  "Mag, you can't throw boxes that still have food in them in the recycling bin, remember?"

And I could let you in on a thousand other little snippets of conversation that prove, NO ONE EVER LISTENS.

Today, after Georgia's time-out she sat on the toilet for a while and it seems deep toddler conversations always happen there.  We were talking about her cupcake apron and how it was unraveling a little, we were talking about playing vet, and we were talking about how Pop Pop used to play baseball, and I also threw in, "You know what?  I really like you."

And she just looked at me for a minute.....all serious, and said, "Do you like me even when I don't listen to you?"

"Of course G......I like you all the time.  I don't like it when you don't listen, but that doesn't mean I don't like YOU."

And then in her philosophical three year old way, she took it further, "Do you like me when I scream in the store if you won't buy me candy?  Did you like me that day I ran away from you when we were seeing the butterflies?  Do you like me if I have an accident in my Ariel underwear?"

"Yes, yes, and yes.  There is nothing you could do that would make me not like you."

She just thought about that for a minute, "I can't believe you still like me even when I don't listen."

That kind of hit me a little.  Because, now that I'm a mom I think know I understand unconditional love.  And I don't really know if it's possible to understand it, and feel it, and do it without kids.  You can recognize it, you can aspire to it, you can hope for it, and you can work on it--but bottom line I really can't think of a situation where unconditional love applies like it does with as much viability as when you have kids.

Let's be honest.  My husband loves me like crazy.  I'm his best friend in the whole wide world and he can't imagine life without me (right babe?).  But if I did some horrible thing to ruin our marriage and break the trust we'd worked so hard to build--it's not a sure thing that he'd be willing to stick it out with me.....especially if I kept messing up over and over and over again.  And no one would blame him.

It's not really like that when you have kids.  You love them.  No matter what.  No matter what.  It doesn't mean you have to like what they do, say, become, or espouse to be.......but you love them to the depths of your soul with a scary love that no one better get in the way of.  Because they're your kid.  And unconditional love is a by-product of children.

And when Georgia looks at me in shock and says, "You like me even when I'm not listening?," I just want to scoop her up and smell her Wacky Watermelon scented hair and say, "Of course--and one day when you have your own baby you'll finally understand how that's even possible."

But I don't.  I just say, "Of course!  I love you forever.  Now let's go play vet."

So thanks mom.......for loving me unconditionally.  And for allowing me to experience it like I did........so that I can pass that along to Georgia.........even when she's not listening.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

This weekend was it.  The Wizard of Oz party.  The culmination to months of hearing about Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man's heart, and Glinda.  Georgia turned three and we had a great time playing 'Pin the Heart on the Tin-Man,' opening a twister piñata, eating 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' cupcakes, and jumping on the trampoline (completely un-related to Oz but Georgia's birthday present none-the-less......one that I had to work hard to convince my husband into getting.......I think he's pretty happy with it.......I think). 

So.......there's really no better way to give you a glimpse of Oz than through the hundreds of pictures we all took.......enjoy.......we sure did!

First.....rainbow cupcakes.  Super easy and pretty impressive when you break them open.  

Some pre-party jumping on the birthday present......it's a hit!

All the goodies.......rainbow cupcakes, rainbow fruit skewers.......

beautiful Wizard of Oz rings...........

Toto in his basket...........

and the cupcakes again, because I was pretty happy with how they turned out...........

and my mom made ruby slipper sugar cookies for party favors............

and one more shot of the cupcakes with a poppy......because it wouldn't be a Wizard of Oz party without poppies to put us all to sleep!

Aunt Ena & G........they love each other!

Glinda & Dorothy.........don't miss Dorothy's eyes in the picture below.  This is why parents say, "If you keep doing that, you're eyes will stay like that. "

Filling the twister piñata with candy......notice the bed, and farm animals precariously wrapped up in the twister--just like the movie.....props to the husband for that idea.

Never one to break character, I didn't put my wand down even to put the candy in the piñata.  Authenticity baby.  

Emmett showed up as a flying money.  He gets first prize for 'getting in the spirit' of the party.  

Georgia says, "It's time to do the piñata."

Our piñata was a 'pull' piñata.  I found the idea in the last issue of Family Fun magazine and thought, "A-ha!, We can do a tornado piñata!" I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to deliver that request for Georgia.  I just added the crepe paper and farmyard fare to complete the look! Oh--and a bicycle for Mrs. Gulch.

Singing Happy Birthday to G.......and she got all bashful about it and buried her head in my shoulder.  I loved that.  So cute, so sweet, and so grown up of her--she's losing that total lack of inhibition that kids have as toddlers and developing a little ego.

Checking out a great Wizard of Oz necklace that Georgia's friend Emma gave to her!  

And look who came to Georgia's birthday party this year!!!  Tarah & her mom Sharon!  We love having them around and part of all the little things that make life great.....because they're pretty great.  

And they bought Georgia this fantastic, vintage Wizard of Oz toy complete with all the characters, all the important scenes from Oz and lots of trap doors and light up stuff that keeps you guessing.  Tarah said she had one as a little girl and loved it, and now Georgia has one too.......and I love that.  

Please notice Ellen's vintage Wizard of Oz shirt.......it's good stuff. 

Thank you so much to everyone that came yesterday and for loving our girl.  It's still hard for me to believe sometimes that I get to plan little kid birthday parties after so many years of not planning them.  And now that I have this perfect little girl, it's hard to believe this was the third one I've planned for her.  Phew.  Time.  It's always against us.  

I'm already wondering what obscure, from another era, slightly scary story Georgia will fall in love with during her third year that I'll get to plan a fourth birthday party around.  Annie Get Your Gun?  Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? Gone With the Wind?  or Cats?