Monday, October 22, 2007


I had a hot date Saturday afternoon. He kept asking for months if it was time yet, "nope", a few more weeks, I kept telling him. Finally, Saturday was the day!!! Just me and my favorite little guy, off to see "The Wiggles". Some hot date, right? Shockingly, we had a really fun time together. We got there a little early, actually really early, like they wouldn't even let us in yet but the last time we were at this theater we had just had an enormous snow storm and we missed the first ten minutes of the show and I was bound and determined not to have that happen again. But that would have been highly unlikely to happen again since it was about 70 degrees and sunny, no snow in sight!

So they finally let us in and we go right over to the stand that is selling all the crap that ever kid wants. T-shirts, hats, toys... everything imaginable. My little Eddie Van Halen picks the stuffed guitar, looks like a guitar but doesn't make noise, my idea of the perfect guitar for a four year old!

Then on to the bathroom and then snack time. It's a big day so we splurge, nachos with cheese and salsa, hot dog, two drinks and twizzlers for the show. This theater doesn't really have tables to eat at so we decide to have a picnic tucked away in a corner in the theater. So we plop ourselves down and eat our feast.

They mercifully let us go in to our seats and we take the whole scene in, we see the drum set, guitar - yes Murray's guitar- Austin couldn't believe it, he was really getting excited. All the scenery, we talk about what we think they are going to use the big pirate rope for, hint - in case you don't have a preschooler, Captain Feathersword is going to be there.

Now it's finally time for the show to start. There is singing, dancing and lots of entertainment going on and I have the best seat in the house. My star struck baby on my lap, singing and dancing along with them, playing his stuffed guitar and he is totally unaware of just how utterly in love I am with him at that moment.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Enough Already

I was quietly hiding in the bathroom because sometimes that is the only place on this entire green earth that I can truly have a minute to myself. That lasted for approximately 42 seconds before the pounding on the door started. My ninja four year old was kicking the door because he had to go to the bathroom. Mind you, there are 2 other bathrooms in the house, but he had to use this bathroom and it had to be NOW.

Flash back 20 minutes before this to my 13 year old whining, yes, whining still at 13 about how unfair life is or something like that because I honestly had stopped listening. Really all I heard was, blah, blah, whine, blah, blah, whine, ... you get my point. Why can't I get a tattoo? Really, no, that's not really what it was about, it was something about why she couldn't go somewhere but still the answer was "no" and that was it. Then came the whole thing about how I don't understand, and I am not listening to her and I just don't care about her. The drama of a teenage girl.

Rewind 10 minutes before that to my husband, who I guess was trying to help because he was going to be cooking some form of food. But really I would have preferred to cook it myself instead of every twenty seconds being asked if I know where the bowl is and where is the spatula and do we have butter, Is the dishwasher clean?


So there I was trying to hide out in the bathroom when even that wasn't safe. Didn't they get that I had had enough already? I couldn't deal with one more person complaining or asking me another question. I just needed a minute to myself but apparently I wasn't going to get that. So I left my sanctuary, um... the bathroom, and went back into the wolf's den.

My son got to go pee in the best bathroom in the house, the spatula, butter and bowl were all found, the crisis of staying home and not being at a friend's house was over and dinner was served.

What do you do when enough is enough??

Monday, October 8, 2007

"New Hampster"

Austin has been obsessed lately about dying, everything from how people die, where they died, why they died, you name it, he asks. He has a fascination about cemetary's too, I guess it's a four year old thing. Everytime we go by one, he wants to go in it. I know I have to break down and bring him in so he'll stop but truthfully, I try to stay as far away from them as possible.

The other day Austin asked his father where his father died. My husband not wanting to go into the details that his father died in Virginia but lived most of his life in New Hampshire and was cremated and his ashes are in New Hampshire told him simply he died in New Hampshire. He seemed satisfied with that and we didn't hear anymore about it. Well, the next day we go to visit my sister at her house. We are all sitting on the deck eating lunch and chit chatting when my sweet little baby tells my sister that his grandpa died. "Oh, he did?", obviously already knowing but pretending she didn't. And Austin, looking like a little angel with his face all serious and tells her, "yes, grandpa was sick and he died in "New Hampster". My sister, trying to keep a straight face says, "um, where did he die?". "New Hampster"

Gotta love those little babes, they keep us smiling!

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Sick and Tired

Today Austin was sick with a fever. It wasn't one of those fevers where he's all lethargic and sadly pathetic. It was the kind where to feel him, yes he's hot, but he's also on the floor with his toy car racing around on his pretend race track. He was also on the computer playing on nickjr and noggin. He is fascinated by the games on these websites, especially the ones where you watch plants and flowers grow by picking the seeds and adding the food and water and then they magically grow and become beautiful. Totally fascinating for him!

But the good part, the really, really good part was he took a LONNNGGG nap. I am talking 4 hours!!!! And the reason that was such a great thing was because I was so tired today. I went out with my friend last night, which is rare to begin with that I went out without someone attached to me and stayed out way later than normal. We would normally go out at 7 which is a much more reasonable time but she went to a fair and didn't get back until almost 9 and since I was still in the mood to go out, left at that time.

I did regret it in the morning when I only had about four hours sleep when Austin woke up and needed "mommy attention". But like I said, a nap like that was exactly what I needed. How selfish of me to be happy he took that nap, but really, as I sit here and try to justify it, he needed the sleep, right? It was good for him! Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it anyway, so there.

Hopefully tomorrow things will be back to normal and my little germy child will be all better. One can hope, right?

Friday, October 5, 2007


There was a tragic accident yesterday in a town over from me. Three high school kids died in a car accident. Two were brother and sister, a senior and a freshman in high school, the other was a friend. How Horrific!! I can't even imagine the pain that family is going through. To lose two of your children in one day. The absolute pain that family must feel. Not to mention, in August, four teenagers died in my town one night because one of the girls didn't want to be late for her curfew so they were speeding.

And all I could think of is my kids and how Zak, my 16 year old in two weeks, is going to be driving and how easily this could happen. Now granted, new laws have made things a little better, like having to have a permit for 6 months first and then you are allowed to get your license. And then once you get it, you are only allowed to have a parent or someone 21 or older in the car with you for the first 6 months, but still!! Next year, Zak and Haley will be the same age as these kids that died. Zak will be a senior and I am sure at some point going to have Haley, who will be a freshman in the car with him. You know, it's true what I've heard, little kids, little problems, big kids, big problems.

You have to let them grow up, as much as I don't want them too, it still happens. But how do you ensure that these kinds of accidents don't happen to them? Keep them in a bubble? Yes, that sounds good but I guess sometimes you have to pop that bubble. How do you know when that time is?

Thursday, October 4, 2007


Well, Since my blog name is Lil Mis Stuff, I figured you might want to learn a little "stuff" about me. So I guess in a nutshell, this is the main information you need to know:

1. I am 35 and the mother to 3 kids, and technically only two are my "biological" kids and one is a stepson but that's a blog for another day since really I hate answering that question.

2. I'm married to B for 6 years and have been together for 15. So most of my adult life has been with him.

3. I come from a big family, 3 sisters and 1 brother. My dad died when I was little (8) and my mom never remarried (but now has a live-in boyfriend). So needless to say, I have a LOT of issues. But maybe here will be were I can get over some.

4. Because of my dad dying at such a young age, I never really thought that you could get married and live a long life with someone. I also thought that whenever someone left my sight to go somewhere, they were going to die or be in a terrible accident. Fun being me, huh!!

So, that's a little about me and hopefully this will work out good, (um, well, for English majors).

I also read a lot of blogs so if you have one you want me to read and pass on to my friends, bring 'em on!

I should warn you, I am sure most of this will be about my kids, ages 4, 13 and two weeks away from being 16, yikes! And also my very insane, yet loving family.