Before You Go Out Trick Or Treating...

You might just want to check out this site first. There may be some houses you want to skip....

Happy Halloween....

And now my favorite scene from my favorite Halloween cartoon...



:)

I Know What I Can Get Mason For Christmas...

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Scary Halloween decorations!

Mason in enthralled with everything Halloween. The scarecrows, the skeletons, the witches, etc... I'm serious. A normal five minute walk around the block has been turned into a thirty minute session. We have to stop at EVERY house that has some type of Halloween decoration...even the houses with only pumpkins....I'm talking your regular, "I got this at a pumpkin patch/grocery store" pumpkin. He literally will stop at every house that is decorated, turn to face the house and proceed to sit on his hands and knees to admire it. It really is kind of cute, but it's getting old.

So anyway my mom has these goblin things hanging from her porch. Mason loves them. In fact he loves them so much, my mom gave him one. Mason adores it to the point that he eats and sleeps with this thing.

Here are some pictures of Mason and his toy toy. As you can see, it's pretty hideous!



(Here he is kissing that ugly thing!)


I'm thinking that I may have to go to some stores and check out their Halloween clearance for Christmas.

What's The Word I'm Thinking Of...

Control Freak?

Today is mis-match day at the boys' school in honor of "I won't get mixed up in drugs" or something like that. Basically, the kids are supposed to wear clothes that don't match.

So Christian is wearing a brown football tee-shirt over a long sleeved blue/grey UnderArmor shirt. His pants are black with a greet strip going down the sides with mismatched socks and tennis shoes. Timmy is wearing a green soccer jersey with his blue/white/black Nike pants. He is also sporting socks and shoe that don't match one another.

It's all cute and fun. However, it is freakin' killing me! Their clothes don't match and it's driving me a little crazy.

I swear I had to look away a couple of times.

When did I get this way?

The Weener Family Movie...

Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!:)

Do You Think YOU Can Dance.....

Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!HeeHee....

Well I'm A Donkey's Ass....

It appears that I'm currently a democrat.

I found that out yesterday when I got my new voter card in the mail. (They changed my voting location.) It's always a fun game of "What's My Party Now?" when I get a new voter card. You see, I've changed my political party quite a few times because well to be frank (if you are of the "I'm loyal to my political party and/or politics is everything "I suggest you cover your eyes.) I just don't care!

I know I should care, but I just don't. There is just so much of the bullshit that goes on in politics. So much "I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine"...so many things that get caught up in red tape.

I just wish it all wasn't about what politcal party you're with and saying things (or not saying things) because you don't want to lose any voters.

Say what you mean!

Tell me what you stand for!

How do you really feel about the war? How do you feel about abortion? Stem cell research? The health care system? I don't care what your speech writer says...I want it all in your own words.

Maybe when politicians become more 'real' than maybe I will care. Shoot if they stop playing their games, I'll stop playing mine.

:)

So The Other Day I Stepped In Some Crap...

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and it didn't come from a dog or from any other four legged creature.

Nope.

The crap I stepped in came from the two-legged-toddler species.

It happened the other evening when the family came home late from a dinner at TGIFridays. Actually we spent more time than we originally wanted. We didn't get home until 8:30. (Thanks to the dessert.) Christian and Timmy had school the next day and so I was trying to sign papers/check homework before the next day. During the rush, I went and grabbed Mason's pajamas from upstairs and brought them down with me. I didn't put them on right away because I got distracted by signing someone's reading log. Mason asked for a drink and I got him one. I looked at him and told him that once Mommy was done she was going to put his pajamas on.

(I know what you are asking yourself....where is your helpful husband? Well he was busy on the phone with one of the guys from his fantasy football league...you know...top priorty stuff. And for the girls on the Yahoo FF, he took my team over! I made the mistake of giving him my login and password and he changing my players...offering trades...I'm sure you all know it's not me. Oh he officially calls it, "His Team". lol)

Where was I? Oh I was busy doing my nightly school ritual in half the time...

So I'm getting the stuff together and I see that Mason is taking off his pants. "What a big boy getting undressed!" I exclaimed. He stopped at the pants. (Note: Mason was wearing one of Timmy's too big jerseys that went to his knees so if he took off anything shorter than the jersey I did not notice or think to notice. Do you see where I'm going with this?)

I started getting the boys stuff together for their school lunches the next day. I look up and I see Mason semi-hiding in the family room...grunting and with red face.

"Are you pooping?" I asked.

"No." He lied back to me.

"Well, when I'm done doing this I'm going to change your diaper and put your pajamas on." I responded back.

I go about my business and there is just one last thing I have to sign. As I start to sign the paper I look up and notice that the shutters to the family room windows are open. I started to walk over to the windows.

And that's when I felt it. In all of it's squishiness under my bare foot.

It was poop.

I froze and screamed for someone to get me a wet paper towel. I looked down and it just wasn't in A pile. Oh no. That would be too simple (in the simple terms of having poop on your floor.).

Nope I had a trail of poop.

In the kitchen, as he was getting me my paper towel, Christian exclaimed, "There's poop in the kitchen too!"

And from the dining room I heard a faint, "It's in here too!" coming from Timmy.

Mason trotted in the family room with his "Yeah it was me and I think it's funny!" smirk on his face. And he is so freaking cute that I couldn't be too mad at him.

So for the rest of the evening I was cleaning up poop from the floor.

And as you might have guessed, Rich was still on the phone.

A Candy Corn......?

Your Halloween Costume Should Be

Candy Corn

What Should You Be For Halloween?

Apparently I Don't Know Squat About Japanese Toilets....

I'm sitting here at work and I'm in that "It's Friday and I don't want to do a damn thing" mood. So I'm just googling (man I LOVE google) the words 'potty training' because in the past week or so Mason has actually did his bathroom business on the potty. (Is that a Elmo underwear lining I see?)

And that is when I found the video I'm about to post. However before you watch the video, I recommend you first watch this video that I posted a year ago. This one seems to be a sequel to that video and deals with how to use the potty when you are out in public. Like the first video, this one is in Japanese and has some pretty catchy jingles. There are English subtitles (that I found pretty amusing), but I don't really think that's what they are actually saying. (Ya think?; ;) )

Enjoy!

CHEEEEEEESE.........

Toddler Door, Anyone.....?

It appears that Mason is not satisfied with opening and closing the screen door and came up with a new way to come into the house from the backyard.




Just think...with some pulling and maneuvering you too can have the same! BTW - The flies LOVE it!

Okay....So Maybe It Sounds More Like A Dying Farm Animal....

One Semester Of Spanish Love Song...

I was a B student in Spanish....

A Note From Weenermom...



Dear Neighbors to the Weeners,

Beginning this evening, you may hear a strange/screeching sound coming from the Weener household. It will last approximately 20-30 minutes and will sporadically go on for days/weeks/years to come. The noise may sound as if an animal - most likely a cat....a loud, high pitched, wallowing cat - is being tortured and/or killed. Please note that is not the case. While we at the Weener house own no cats of our own, it does not mean that we do not like those of the feline species.

Let me explain what you will be hearing....

It seems that the oldest weener has decided to join the school band and will be playing the saxophone. So while there will be no torturing of any animals, the only thing that will be killed are songs such as, "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb". (Which if you think about it is the same tune...)

Just an FYI, Walmart is having a sale on ear plugs.

Thanks,
Weenermom