— I am not much of an ice cream eater. Weird, right? But since it’s been unseasonably warm lately, I figured I’d celebrate by taking my kids for icecream. (well, only one of the kids actually gets to eat it, I’m not QUITE crazy enough to make breastmilk ice cream. yet.) Frozen custard, actually. Homemade at a local place. I was trying to decide what to have and noticed something called a Velvet Elvis sundae. So I asked what was on it. She had me at “peanut butter sauce.” Vanilla custard with reese’s cups, bananas, peanut butter sauce, hot fudge, whipped cream, and peanuts.
You know how I complained about breastfeeding keeping me fat. It will now be Velvet Elvis sundaes keeping me fat. I REALLY wish I still didn’t care for ice cream.
— Remember my post the other day about Brian grocery shopping? He came home and said “I read your post.” Except, not with joy and enthusiasm, more with disdain. me: “um…did you like it?” (clearly, he did not.) him: “well, yeah, except you make me sound like a jerk.” I really didn’t think I made him sound like a jerk. But Brian wanted me to tell everyone that he takes a PRESCRIPTION for valium at night, due to his extreme back pain. And he’s not doing it anymore. Lol, I think he was worried about everyone thinking he was illegally abusing drugs.
Also, and this one makes me snicker the whole time I type it, he said, “and you’ve got to stop calling me dickhead.” What!? I never called him that! Here’s the thing: I had at one point referred to him as DH (since corrected), which is my message board speak for Dear Husband. Everyone knows that, right? It’s not some secret code. Brian thought it meant DickHead. Are you laughing!? I am. I would never call him that, at least not since I know he reads this blog now. I kid!
— The other day Lola wanted a banana, but they weren’t ripe, so I told her not yet because they were green and not ripe. Well yesterday I asked her if she wanted a banana and she said, “those bananas…..those bananas aren’t feeling good right now.” Because she couldn’t remember the word ripe. Kids are so cute sometimes!
— Woody Harrelson is seriously underrated you guys. Roll your eyes if you want, but he’s a really good actor.
— Is it in ANY way possible to convince a 3 year old to stop wiping her face with her damn sleeve!? I am so sick of her wiping snot or food (or hi-lighter that one time she tried to use it as lipstick) all over her clothes! GRRRR. At least it’s short sleeve weather lately.
— You guys, it is supposed to be in the 80s tomorrow! In Wisconsin. In MARCH. And I’m off work. I’m starting to think that Global Warming isn’t QUITE as awful as environmentalists would like me to believe. I think I’m going to go home and burn some tires or something. Lets warm this globe up!
— I’m kidding!
StephiCakes 
For what it’s worth I didn’t think that he came across as a jerk in that post. Actually, as a father who gets all sorts of mixed reactions to me caring for my children(the very idea! Goodness gracious)I thought it was a terrific idea for a post.
I also didn’t assume that DH stood for dickhead(that’s hilarious), but each time I see that from now on I’m going to laugh.
I suppose so on the mixed reactions. My sister uses a male daycare provider and people act like that’s shocking and upsetting sometimes. Weirdos.
I am still giggling about DH.
Don’t underestimate the value of writing implements as suitable substitutes for cosmetics. My daughter Emilia likes to use them as “chapstick.” Hahahaha.
Least effective chapstick EVER, lol.
I certainly didn’t come away from the post thinking he was jerk either, “mannies” are all the rage among my more affluent friends, and since my commute is worse than my husbands, he does 90% of the morning & evening routines, so perhaps I’m just less shocked by the idea of men taking care of young children that the average public. And probably why the Huggies commercial just made me scratch my head at how this was supposed to prove anything and failed to make me want to try their product.
I LOVE that DH is home with the kids when I leave for work and come home (I do 4 10hr days and he works mostly nights and goes to school during the day). It is so much nicer than having to shuffle them out the door with me and pick them up at daycare. My days would be SOOOO long if I had to do that.
Don’t think I’ve seen the commercial, I’ll have to keep an eye out.
It’s the one where they are putting Huggies to the “ultimate test” by having four dad’s hold their babies while they nap after they’ve had a bottle. It’s beyond stupid and annoying, like it’s this huge challenge for a *DAD* to do this instead of a mom. Grrr.. it just gets my righteous indignation panties in a bunch!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-belkin/huggies-pulls-diaper-ads_b_1339074.html?ref=parentry
It took me a couple of posts to get who DH was- but never was he dick head, loves it.
You mean I do it a lot? I don’t even notice anymore. Sometimes I have to keep myself from calling him that out loud even.