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June 22, 2008 | The Nugget

Hola.

Mi nombre es El Nugget.

Mi mama wanted to do some gardening, so she pulled out this blanket she bought for $5 in Tijuana back in 1990 from the back of our Loser Cruiser and tossed it in the Zooper.

Then she plunked me down and set to work pulling out the ridiculously long and tough grass that our green (read: ineffective) lawn mower (read: lawn flattener) cannot cut. Her plan was to attack a small section next to our neighbor’s house (the white one) which we take care of because I think it’s our property. Nobody know really, but we love our neighbor, so my parents don’t mind tending to it once a season or so.

I didn’t let her get more than seven pieces of grass pulled before I freaked out … just for fun! Then she got all pouty and we all had to go inside, even my big brother, who in turn freaked out because he wanted to keep digging in the driveway. Que lastima!

Is it me, or does my stroller look like a half-assed float entry in the Parada de Tijuana? Si. No bueno, mama.

At least I look cute, si?

The end. Adios!

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June 18, 2008 | Jojo, The Nugget

But at least I’m happy*.

Check out my outfit from last week:
Spit up, courtesy of The Nugget.

Blood, courtesy of Jojo.

Happiness, courtesy of my loves:

*most of the time. Don’t get me wrong…sometimes I’m the anti-glamour AND ready to tear my hair out and lose my mind…like just this morning, when Jojo wouldn’t STOP TALKING or stomping around the house in his new boots and the Nugget wouldn’t settle down and sweeeeeet meats and cheeses was I hott mess on the edge, but now they’re both sleeping, so I’m all dreamy and schmoopy again. And, of course, I’m still in my spit-up covered shirt.

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Are those pigs flying outside? Well, my heavens! Fancy that… and the crazy but TRUE fact that I posted ta-WICE at New to Us this week!

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June 15, 2008 | Uncategorized, The Nugget

that is all.

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June 12, 2008 | Jojo, Those Pesky Kids, The Nugget

It seemed so clear to me, but then again, I was the one being sprayed in the head with hose water while sitting on the toilet in my house. So let me clear things up for ya on this and other random happenings around the Squirrel house.

The Toilet Incident — yes, the bathroom window was open. The little girl next door and her friend were playing with the hose and accidentally sprayed our house at the same time I was in mid-trou-drop. Forced water + screened window + my head = wet slap in the face. Oh well. I laughed it off until I heard the friend tell the girl next door that she wanted to purposefully spray our house. Thankfully, our little neighbor stepped up and said “no, we can’t do that” and redirected her friend to spray something else. Look at her stepping up to peer pressure and taking a page from SuperNanny! I thanked her the next day and gave her a rice krispie treat.

No, I didn’t make rice krispie treats…remember that 9×13 pan I was wondering if I’d get returned? Well ding dong it returned FILLED with the formerly hated treats. Oh yes, I never liked them growing up because
a. my mom never baked them because
b. they don’t contain chocolate and
c. dessert = chocolate, so therefore
d. rice krispies are for people who don’t know what dessert is THEREFORE
e. they must suck ass

Boy, was I wrong. Oooooh how my life could have turned out differently had I enjoyed the crispy yet sticky yet gooey yet yummy deliciousness of the wronged treat. I ate a good 1/3 of the pan before I gave two smallish squares away. Oops. I’m not sure I can make it through the evening without another cut. Just. one. more.

LL Cool Jojo — What with the ridiculous heat and lack of good airconditioning, we’ve found ourselves out at restaurants for many a meal. Every time we find ourselves with a waitress, Jojo charms them with his tooth grins and many “thank you nice lady”s and eventually ends with this line, complete with emphatic hand gestures: “come over to my house next week.” We’re not sure where he gets the “next week” idea… does he see the kitchen calendar filled with playdates or is he just careful of double booking the ladies?

Jojo’s black eye – wow, kids are resilient. The black-purple-blue-green-yellow eye has almost completely vanished, and he’s stopped telling stories of how the fire truck came to fix his broken head. Perhaps we should take him to get re-evaluated, since no fire truck was called. Oh my little dramatic boy. Honey, we’ll get you ice cream even if you were taken to the ER in a 13 year old Toyota Corolla.

The Nugget – still growing. Still super stinkin’ cute. Still pooping every 8 days or so. How does this happen? I don’t know, but I’ve been assured this is not abnormal. For babies. I mean, can you imagine not pooping for 8 days?

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May 21, 2008 | Jojo, The Office, The Nugget

My friend Nic said it was fairly obvious, but she didn’t want to say anything until I was ready to admit it myself. But yes, I’m having second thoughts about returning to work.

You saw it, too?

ugh. blech. ACK.

This whole procrastinating on the daycare bit was so obvious to everyone except me. I just kept plugging ahead (with visions of lunches out with colleagues and unfettered time on the internet adult conversation) with my plan to return to work.

I don’t know. With no spots at any respectable daycare and my one referred nanny not returning my email (ok, I could probably CALL her, but there goes that avoidance again), I’m thinking I may just need some more time at home.

When I started my part-time position when Jojo was a baby, he was actually 9 months old. He wasn’t that interested in breastfeeding anymore, which made the transition to daycare/bottlefeeding so much easier. He could also sit unsupported and Gollum-like crawl, so I was reassured that he could play by himself of crawl away if he wanted a certain toy or person at daycare.

The Nugget, on the other hand, is completely dependent on me (or anyone taking care of him), and ack, I don’t know. I’d never considered having a nanny because of the Lifetime movies, but now I’d rather have someone come to our house and love both boys than take the Nugget to a daycare where the ratio of teachers is higher.

Plus, the thought of pumping at work skeeves me out. Currently, my big ass office (with all the nice grad students on their way out into the ‘real’ world…which? WAH I miss them. COME BACK. GRAD SCHOOL IS MUCH BETTER THAN THE REAL WORLD…COME BAAACKKKKK!) has a lock and would be great for pumping, but in a few weeks, we’re moving offices (oh, and that’s not going to generate any stories, right?).

My new “office,” I’m fairly certain, is a cube…you know how it goes when you’re not getting any news about it, since they don’t want to tell you the news? Yeah. No news about the new offices is not, in this case, good news. Plus, the bathroom for all of us is off the lobby to a waiting room, so I can’t be commandeering the one unisex (blech) bathroom several times a day for ten minutes each time. My God gross.

So. Can you tell I’m lining up the excuses? Why am I trying to convince you that going back is a bad idea? I need to come to terms with this apprehension and just fill out the paperwork to extend my time off. Maybe until I’ve negotiated a temporary office (with door at least; a lock would be a bonus) to pump…and until I’ve secured daycare placement (or nanny) that excites me.

Anyway, how long after I post this will my BestWorkFriend Vera call me in a panic? I’m placing bets on 13 seconds…

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May 17, 2008 | Uncategorized, Jojo, random randomness, The Nugget

Jojo experienced bagpipes for the first time in his young life and joins the ‘no thank you’ side of the quadrant…

What he did like and “get” for the first time at a parade? The candy-tossing. Ooooh yes, my boy is a quick study at the strewn candy scoopage. After a few non-candy throwing floats, Jojo turned to my husband and asked “where are the people who throw candy to MEEEEE?” They’re coming, Jojo… they’re coming.

He even used our new drink holder on the stroller to store his booty:

Miraculously, the Nugget slept through countless marching bands and obscenely loud firetruck horns and sirens.

Life is good.

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May 9, 2008 | holidays, random randomness, The Nugget

Turn this Mother Out and win today’s prize in my big ass Mother of All Holidays Contestganza?

So far, SJ, My Buddy Mimi, Michelle Z, Liza and Mrs. CPA have won fabulous prizes which sit atop my dining room table, mocking Jojo with their not-for-himedness.

At some point during this Mother’s Day themed week of mine, I should probably post something thoughtful and nice, eh? It’s not going to be today. Sorry. Jojo should be risin’ from his nap soon, and I need to get some non-bloggy things done before then. This quiz will be short and sweet and most certainly easier than yesterday’s…

Thanks to Duggar WannaBe Nic — or should I call you Jic?, I’ve been alerted that the red OCCUPIED light, again, flashes over Mrs. Duggar’s uterus.

CONTEST QUESTIONS:
1. If I were a Duggar, which girl name would I want (see list…and play Name That Duggar, which hello, is tough but I can’t get enough of them telling me “No Tater Tot Casserole for you!”)?
2. If I were a boy and a Duggar, which name would I want?

TIE BREAKING QUESTION: If you’re at Marshall’s this weekend and see these in a size 8, will you buy them for me? PLEASE? They are out of my size in the two Marshall’s around here.

Oh wait, the real bonus question is: How much did The Nugget weigh at his 2 month check-up yesterday (FYI, Jojo weighed 12lb, 14 oz at his 2 month appt)?

For those of you who don’t check the internet over the weekend, Happy Weekend and/or Happy Mother’s Day. Otherwise, the games continue here at HollowSquirrel!

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May 5, 2008 | The Nugget

this little TWO MONTH OLD likes to smile and coo now (and clearly, spit up all over).

I reel them in with my smile, then I spew curdled milk all over their shoulders. It’s a gift.

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April 27, 2008 | The Nugget

Hooray! I have pooped! Thank you for your bowel-related thoughts and well-wishes during this uncomfortable time.

I dedicate this fec’ to you.

Hugs,
The Nugget

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April 26, 2008 | The Nugget

Please dear Lord. If you are listening, grant me a poopie. Thank you.