Oh, Bunny that Stinks,
We all miss you so.
Your ugly green fur
and your sad little bow.
You helped out Luigi
night after night,
without you in his crib
we were in for a fight.
I grabbed you one night
in an exhausted haze,
I just wanted some sleep
to get through my days.
You came through like a champ
oh green, stinky one,
and from that night on
you were bound to my son.
He chewed on your tag
and chewed on your ears,
you were his best friend
through his earliest years.
Then you met your demise
in such a sorrowful way,
I shudder to think of
what happened that day.
Our sweet lil' Luigi
likes to hide stuff,
and sometimes finding it all
can be really tough.
The night you went missing
we looked and we looked.
We looked high and low
we checked every nook.
We kept up the search
for quite a few days,
I almost gave up
it was making me crazed!
Then I had an idea
I'll just ask the boy,
"Where is Stinky Bunny?
your lovey green toy?"
"In there," he said smiling
pointing to---GASP!!!
His dirty diaper pail
so I ran to it fast!
I ripped the top open
and then held my breath,
I looked through the poop
the pee and the rest.
Alas, Bunny that Stinks,
you were not to be found.
I feared you were already
in the trash mound.
Bowser confirmed it
he changed the pail, yes.
He didn't look for the bunny,
he had to confess.
And so dear Stinky Bunny,
please my apologies accept,
I had no idea
it would end such a mess.
My heart cries to think of you
in the trash heap,
'neath diapers and old food
piled so deep.
We loved you dear bunny,
you brought us much joy.
You were so much more to us all
than just a stuffed toy.
Your matted green fur.
Your scratched up plastic eyes.
Your ratty old bow.
We never had our good-byes.
So farewell little rabbit,
in our hearts you'll always be.
Not just a forgotten toy
But, our Bunny so Stinky.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Oh Really Charlotte?
Recently, I was able to go see the new Sex and the City movie with some great friends. It was a lovely afternoon that included a chick flick, a nice quiet lunch and a strawberry martini. I always jump at the chance for an afternoon to feel like I have a life again, so this was a perfect opportunity.
I was thoroughly enjoying the movie and all the fabulous clothes and grown-up girl talk it had to offer. And who doesn't love Aidan? Oooh, he was my very favorite part of the entire series and I was ticked off when Carrie dumped him. Not that I would turn down some time with Mr. Big, but Aidan was always more my type. That sweet smile... Those eyes with the perfect crinkles around the sides... And his hands. Did you ever look at that man's hands? Beautiful. Wait... Slow down, Daisy. This blog is about Mommy stuff, not handsome movie stars like the charming man that plays Aidan. Now back to the subject at hand...
**Note** This is NOT a spoiler, however, if you really don't want to know anything about the movie before you see it, I would not read any further.
During the movie, the women head to Abu Dhabi on a business trip for Samantha. While there, Charlotte and Miranda have a "bonding moment" over martinis about being a Mom. Charlotte is overwhelmed, Miranda is overwhelmed. They discuss how difficult being a Mommy really is. In this scene (as in almost every scene) they are wearing Manolo Blahniks and drinking expensive liquor. They are also at a resort in Abu Dhabi without kids. And I could not help but think to myself, "Really, Charlotte? Really, Miranda? Really???"
First, let me say that I realize this is a fictional movie about fictional characters. But, I really feel like they put this scene in the movie for all the Moms out there. And I appreciate that. But, really. Couldn't we have made it just a tiny bit more realistic?
Let's start with the fact that both Charlotte and Miranda have LIVE-IN NANNIES. Yes, you read that correctly. Charlotte has 2 children with a live-in nanny. Miranda has 1 child and her mother-in-law lives with them. Basically a live-in nanny. And they complain about how much work being a Mom is. Hmmm... If I had a person that lived in my house whose entire job was to look after my children all day that would be so awe-- Oh wait, we do have that person, and it is ME! And I don't get paid. So, darling Charlotte, although you are my fave SATC friend, I am just a bit PO'd that you say it is so difficult to be with your kids.
Now I feel like I MUST move on to the fact that they are always dressed like supermodels. I am lucky if I get out of the house with a clean t-shirt and jeans that don't make my tush look like 10 pounds of sausage stuffed in a 5 pound sack. And that is on a good day. Imagine what the bad days look like. Actually, don't. I don't want you to have nightmares later. The point is, no wonder you girls are miserable! I would be sad, too, if I were wearing a very expensive, WHITE, designer skirt and my kid put red hand prints on my butt. Give yourself a break, dear! The first lesson in the Mommy Handbook of Life is that you can NEVER wear white again. It's just not gonna happen. Wearing white is like putting a target on your body that says "Please, put your grubby, sticky, sullied hands right HERE!" Wear some regular clothes and maybe you won't find yourself crying in the closet over cupcakes. (Or maybe you will, because you are having a pork chop moment, but at least you won't have a ruined skirt.)
And another thing for the child-bearing half of SATC...since when do Moms get to go away for week-long vacations to Abu Dhabi without the kids??? I am lucky when I get a night away to go swoon over Ashton Kutcher (or Aidan, as in this case) in his latest movie. And on the rare occasion that I get a weekend away for scrapbooking, Bowser makes me feel like I owe him a medal of honor and a month's worth of servitude. I can't imagine what you owe your husbands for an entire week away.
Yes, Ladies, being a Mom is hard, but I am starting to believe that the creator of your characters does not know much about it. Of all the Moms I know, none of us have nannies, none of us wear clothes with designer labels (unless that label is Target or Old Navy), and none of us can escape for a week's worth of pricey drinks in another country.
That being said, I will also say thank you, for talking about the toughness of motherhood in such a popular movie. Not everyone understands that being a SAHM is actually WORK and that we don't always love every single, snot-filled, poopy-diapered, temper-tantruming minute of it. It is nice to see that acknowledged on the big screen. You get an "A" for effort. Plus, I have to admit...I'm a little jealous. You ladies can bring your fancy drinks and shoes to my house for a vent session any time!
Cheers!
~Daisy
I was thoroughly enjoying the movie and all the fabulous clothes and grown-up girl talk it had to offer. And who doesn't love Aidan? Oooh, he was my very favorite part of the entire series and I was ticked off when Carrie dumped him. Not that I would turn down some time with Mr. Big, but Aidan was always more my type. That sweet smile... Those eyes with the perfect crinkles around the sides... And his hands. Did you ever look at that man's hands? Beautiful. Wait... Slow down, Daisy. This blog is about Mommy stuff, not handsome movie stars like the charming man that plays Aidan. Now back to the subject at hand...
**Note** This is NOT a spoiler, however, if you really don't want to know anything about the movie before you see it, I would not read any further.
During the movie, the women head to Abu Dhabi on a business trip for Samantha. While there, Charlotte and Miranda have a "bonding moment" over martinis about being a Mom. Charlotte is overwhelmed, Miranda is overwhelmed. They discuss how difficult being a Mommy really is. In this scene (as in almost every scene) they are wearing Manolo Blahniks and drinking expensive liquor. They are also at a resort in Abu Dhabi without kids. And I could not help but think to myself, "Really, Charlotte? Really, Miranda? Really???"
First, let me say that I realize this is a fictional movie about fictional characters. But, I really feel like they put this scene in the movie for all the Moms out there. And I appreciate that. But, really. Couldn't we have made it just a tiny bit more realistic?
Let's start with the fact that both Charlotte and Miranda have LIVE-IN NANNIES. Yes, you read that correctly. Charlotte has 2 children with a live-in nanny. Miranda has 1 child and her mother-in-law lives with them. Basically a live-in nanny. And they complain about how much work being a Mom is. Hmmm... If I had a person that lived in my house whose entire job was to look after my children all day that would be so awe-- Oh wait, we do have that person, and it is ME! And I don't get paid. So, darling Charlotte, although you are my fave SATC friend, I am just a bit PO'd that you say it is so difficult to be with your kids.
Now I feel like I MUST move on to the fact that they are always dressed like supermodels. I am lucky if I get out of the house with a clean t-shirt and jeans that don't make my tush look like 10 pounds of sausage stuffed in a 5 pound sack. And that is on a good day. Imagine what the bad days look like. Actually, don't. I don't want you to have nightmares later. The point is, no wonder you girls are miserable! I would be sad, too, if I were wearing a very expensive, WHITE, designer skirt and my kid put red hand prints on my butt. Give yourself a break, dear! The first lesson in the Mommy Handbook of Life is that you can NEVER wear white again. It's just not gonna happen. Wearing white is like putting a target on your body that says "Please, put your grubby, sticky, sullied hands right HERE!" Wear some regular clothes and maybe you won't find yourself crying in the closet over cupcakes. (Or maybe you will, because you are having a pork chop moment, but at least you won't have a ruined skirt.)
And another thing for the child-bearing half of SATC...since when do Moms get to go away for week-long vacations to Abu Dhabi without the kids??? I am lucky when I get a night away to go swoon over Ashton Kutcher (or Aidan, as in this case) in his latest movie. And on the rare occasion that I get a weekend away for scrapbooking, Bowser makes me feel like I owe him a medal of honor and a month's worth of servitude. I can't imagine what you owe your husbands for an entire week away.
Yes, Ladies, being a Mom is hard, but I am starting to believe that the creator of your characters does not know much about it. Of all the Moms I know, none of us have nannies, none of us wear clothes with designer labels (unless that label is Target or Old Navy), and none of us can escape for a week's worth of pricey drinks in another country.
That being said, I will also say thank you, for talking about the toughness of motherhood in such a popular movie. Not everyone understands that being a SAHM is actually WORK and that we don't always love every single, snot-filled, poopy-diapered, temper-tantruming minute of it. It is nice to see that acknowledged on the big screen. You get an "A" for effort. Plus, I have to admit...I'm a little jealous. You ladies can bring your fancy drinks and shoes to my house for a vent session any time!
Cheers!
~Daisy
Monday, June 14, 2010
To My Darling Luigi
To my Darling Luigi,
Luigi, you light up my life with your mischief and giggles. Your big blue eyes sparkle and your smile can melt my heart, even when I want to put you in time out for the rest of your life. Here are just a few of the reasons I love you so...
1. Every time we get in the car, the first thing you say is, "I want Beautiful!" Which means you want to listen to the song "You're Beautiful," by James Blunt for the 3,465,097th time this week. And I almost always give in because I love to hear you sing it.
2. Now that you wear underpants and use the big potty, you are kind of obsessed with poop. You follow everyone into the bathroom and insist on seeing their poop before they flush it down the toilet. Then you say, "That was so cool," as if it really is the coolest thing in the world. You also do this when I change your sister's diapers and you get very upset with me if I wrap it up and throw it away before you have a chance to check it out.
3. You dip everything in ketchup. EVERYTHING. I have watched you dip french fries, chicken nuggets, celery, macaroni and cheese, cantaloupe and frosting into ketchup. It grosses me out, but apparently you love it, so rock on with the ketchup little man. And to get you to eat pizza, I have to tell you the sauce is actually ketchup.
4. You love the kitties. You love the kitties so much that you actually hurt them a little with your affection. Literally. Koopa Troopa 1 is old and has learned to run and hide when you come running. But, KT 2 is still only a kitten and thinks you are her own personal play mate. You and KT 2 chase each other around and you laugh like crazy. Then you lay on top of her and tell her she is a nice kitty. It is very sweet.
5. You might actually have a worse gag reflex than I do. When I smell your ketchup, it kindof makes me gag. When you see me gag, you start gagging. When you look at the poop that is "so cool," you also gag a little bit. When Peach barfed in the bathtub, I thought you were going to hurl right there with her. For such a tough little guy, it is funny to see you get so grossed out!
6. You follow Mario around and mimic everything he does. When he sits a certain way on the couch, you do too. When he asks me for ice cream, you are right behind him asking in the same way. You are the happiest when he pays attention to you and includes you in his Mario games. You look up to him and practically worship the ground he walks on.
7. You seem to love to torture your baby sister. But, there are times, when you think I am not looking, that I will catch you playing, laughing and sharing with her. And Peach adores you the way you adore Mario. Then, when you realize I am watching, you don't want to lose your reputation, so you snatch her toy and knock her over again. But, I have seen those moments and I hold them in my heart.
8. Sometimes, when I am on my computer writing, you come over, rest your head on my lap and say, "My Mommy..." And it pulls on my heartstrings every time. Then you run off again to cause some mischief. But, in that moment I can see what a sweet little boy you are and what a caring man you will become.
Luigi, I am so proud and happy to be your Mommy. God knew what He was doing when He placed you with us. Whether you are causing trouble or just talking to your trains, you are my Luigi and I will always love you with all my heart. Happy 3rd Birthday, Baby!
Love,
Mommy
Luigi, you light up my life with your mischief and giggles. Your big blue eyes sparkle and your smile can melt my heart, even when I want to put you in time out for the rest of your life. Here are just a few of the reasons I love you so...
1. Every time we get in the car, the first thing you say is, "I want Beautiful!" Which means you want to listen to the song "You're Beautiful," by James Blunt for the 3,465,097th time this week. And I almost always give in because I love to hear you sing it.
2. Now that you wear underpants and use the big potty, you are kind of obsessed with poop. You follow everyone into the bathroom and insist on seeing their poop before they flush it down the toilet. Then you say, "That was so cool," as if it really is the coolest thing in the world. You also do this when I change your sister's diapers and you get very upset with me if I wrap it up and throw it away before you have a chance to check it out.
3. You dip everything in ketchup. EVERYTHING. I have watched you dip french fries, chicken nuggets, celery, macaroni and cheese, cantaloupe and frosting into ketchup. It grosses me out, but apparently you love it, so rock on with the ketchup little man. And to get you to eat pizza, I have to tell you the sauce is actually ketchup.
4. You love the kitties. You love the kitties so much that you actually hurt them a little with your affection. Literally. Koopa Troopa 1 is old and has learned to run and hide when you come running. But, KT 2 is still only a kitten and thinks you are her own personal play mate. You and KT 2 chase each other around and you laugh like crazy. Then you lay on top of her and tell her she is a nice kitty. It is very sweet.
5. You might actually have a worse gag reflex than I do. When I smell your ketchup, it kindof makes me gag. When you see me gag, you start gagging. When you look at the poop that is "so cool," you also gag a little bit. When Peach barfed in the bathtub, I thought you were going to hurl right there with her. For such a tough little guy, it is funny to see you get so grossed out!
6. You follow Mario around and mimic everything he does. When he sits a certain way on the couch, you do too. When he asks me for ice cream, you are right behind him asking in the same way. You are the happiest when he pays attention to you and includes you in his Mario games. You look up to him and practically worship the ground he walks on.
7. You seem to love to torture your baby sister. But, there are times, when you think I am not looking, that I will catch you playing, laughing and sharing with her. And Peach adores you the way you adore Mario. Then, when you realize I am watching, you don't want to lose your reputation, so you snatch her toy and knock her over again. But, I have seen those moments and I hold them in my heart.
8. Sometimes, when I am on my computer writing, you come over, rest your head on my lap and say, "My Mommy..." And it pulls on my heartstrings every time. Then you run off again to cause some mischief. But, in that moment I can see what a sweet little boy you are and what a caring man you will become.
Luigi, I am so proud and happy to be your Mommy. God knew what He was doing when He placed you with us. Whether you are causing trouble or just talking to your trains, you are my Luigi and I will always love you with all my heart. Happy 3rd Birthday, Baby!
Love,
Mommy
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