Blood, Sweat and Tears...

Actually just sweat...but Sweat, Sweat, Sweat just doesn't have the same ring to it. Our car has been a disaster for the better part of 3 months and since May is the new December, I just haven't had time or felt like tackling a task this large. Until today. Not sure what came over me, but I'd had enough.

I got the boys down for their nap and headed outside with my "supplies" which consisted of a bucket of warm water, an old rag, and toothpicks. Yes, you read toothpicks. I really wanted to get in the tiny cracks. I started by cleaning out the "stuff" first...

STUFF IN THE CAR
~1 half eaten sucker
~2 matchbox cars
~3 church bulletins
~2 Sharpie markers
~My driver's license (I didn't even know it was missing. oops)
~2 water bottles (half full)
~2 empty water bottles
~a beach towel
~my name tag for work (again, didn't realize it was missing...)
~4 books from Chick-fil-A

We literally could have gone camping for a week out of that car. We would have food, water, toys, a means by which to put our initials in our clothes to make sure nobody accidentally picked them up at the bath house, a towel (also for the bath house), reading material, and a prayer list.

It took me THREE hours. I cleaned and conditioned the seats, vaccummed, Armor All'd all the other stuff, washed the outside, scrubbed the tires...

2 hours later it rained. Mother Nature sure has a way of stickin' it to me.

Listen-Close Lexicon Part Two

A while back, I wrote about some funny words the boys mispronounce. I do correct them (sometimes), but sometimes I just smile. My brother used to say "thog" for frog and "thun" for fun and he turned out perfectly fine. Well mostly fine...


Tottee= Cocky "Mama, I gave Tottee a pound!" or "Tell Tottee to stay over der"

Pitle= Pickle

Tattitude= attitude "I don't have a tattitude, I'm a nice boy"

Diet Tote= Diet Coke "Mama, give me a sip of yours diet tote"

Yours= your See Diet Tote...They both always say yours instead of your..no idea.

Doat= goat "Tum here doat. Tum here nudder doat" Bryson and Liz took the boys to the zoo and they visited with the doats for a while.

Untle= Uncle "Untle Bryson, Untle Tater, Untle Barry, Untle Andy..."

Titty Tat= Kitty Cat

Gotta tell you the whole story about the last one...months ago, we were leaving the neighborhood only to see the neighbor's cat perched on a fence post. I stopped and pointed this out to the boys...Jackson's response was, "Mama, I love a titty tat." Nearly wrecked the car. I hope this doesn't predict the kind of women he will bring home to Mama. One can only pray...starting now.