The Case of the Missing Croc

LOST:

A Right-Footed Croc

Size: 6\7

Weight: about 5 oz.

Color: Blue and Red

Responds to: Righty, Crockie, Ol' Crocster, Crocodillian, Mr. Croc

If found, please contact me or James' right foot immediately

Granted, this is the picture from the Croc website; the one missing does have quite a lot more wear-and-tear. Just to keep in mind. I could have taken a picture of the actual Croc that we own, but I am just not that good.

Here's the story.

We were on our way to Mimi's house to celebrate Susie's 14th birthday. As we were loading up everyone into the car, James starts to do the dance. The Potty Dance. Dave had already locked up the house, and I didn't know if we had enough time to find the keys, unlock the door, and get to a toliet. Luckily, James is a boy. I rip down his pants and let him go, right then and there. While he was doing his business, however, he starts to 'toup' on me. (If you don't know James, a toup is a fart). This causes both he and I to break out laughing, resulting in potty everywhere. Great. Now I have strip down the boy, get the keys, open the door, get new clothes, and get my half-naked boy dressed. While I am inside getting new clothes, Dave takes care of the potty soaked boy. We get things situated again and head off. After a night of wonderment and festivites, we arrive back at home. I see that Dave has put all the dirty clothes on the steps, but I don't see the Crocs that James was wearing during the incident earlier that evening. I ask Dave where they are, but he doesn't know. I ask James where those Crocs could be, and he of course, doesn't know either. Hmmm.

Now, today, it is Friday. The missing Crocs have been out of my mind for two days because I assume they'll show up somewhere, right? I wake up to go on my run, and start off going the same route you would if you were heading to my in-laws. As I am running...BAM! CROC! On the ground! I think, "Hmm....that looks just like one of James' Crocs....Wait...we are missing James' Crocs....Wait a second, that is James' Croc!!" So, I pick it up, and continue on my run. (I wonder if it was weird for people to see a grown woman at 6 am running down the road holding a toddler's Croc. I, for one,  would have thought it was completely normal). I start to think that maybe, just maybe, Dave put the Crocs on top of the Jeep as we were leaving for the party and as gravity was in play,  they both took a dive for the pavement. As I continue on my run (remember, with Croc in hand), I desperately look for it's mate. No such luck.

When I get back, I ask Dave about the possibility that he could have put the Crocs on the Jeep's roof. He says very likely. Later this evening when we went on walk to Mimi's house (and maybe Clara was wearing the last diaper in the my house and maybe we were going to Mimi's to "borrow" some diapers...Thank goodness she lives close, and thank goodness she has diapers, and thank goodness she's nice and not judgemental of me running out of diapers), I had James look for the missing Croc as well. No luck again.

So now we only have one Left-footed Croc. I don't know where Righty can be. I hope he is warm somewhere, and has found a good home. Someone to love him, clean him, and not leave him on roofs of cars. One can only hope.

If you read this, Righty, we miss you. Come home.

Questions of the Day

Q: Why do I have so much fruit in my fridge?
      A: Seriously. I counted at least 10 different varieties. Strawberries, kiwi, grapes, pineapple, cantaloupe, lemon, orange, apples, applesauce, bananas....Give me some big earrings and a hat that could hold fruit, and I'll be your Chiquita banana lady.

Q: Are these dishes clean or dirty in the dishwasher?
      A: Dirty

Q: When doing pig tails on my daughter's hair, why can the part never be in the middle?
       A: I try dragging an imaginary line from her nose all the way back with my comb, in my mind, insuring that I will have two equally parted groups of hair with a straight part. This never happens. My daughter is just going to have to live lopsided.

Q: Why am I so freaking cold today?
    A: Have no idea. I just want to go stay in my bed all day.

Q: What is the universal kid law that states when Kid A grabs a toy, Kid B immediately has to rush over and grab the toy from Kid A. And Kid B is bigger, and should know better.
     A: I don't know the technical term, but some scientist seriously needs to spend some time in this area and find me some answers to reverse this cycle.

Q: Will I work out today?
     A: Only time will tell.

Q: Seriously, what is up with my mouth?
     A: I don't know, but now in addition to having achy teeth (It's like the bones actually hurt. Does that even happen to teeth?), I now have about 10 canker sores. TMI? I don't care! They are on my lips and even on my tongue! These mouth issues have got to stop. I am hoping by posting this that all my dentist friends who read my blog will come to my rescue. (By saying I have dentist friends who read this, I should say, I have no dentist friends).

If you have any real answers to these questions, do tell. :)

A Runner's Rant

Seriously. It is four a.m. and I am up because my mouth hurts. My teeth are aching and are in severe pain. What the dill? I want to rip them out. These drugs better kick in soon. What better to do at such an early hour than write a blog post while you wait for the meds to kick in? I thought so, there is nothing better.

Yesterday I went running. There had been forcasted a huge storm coming our way, but to my surprise, all we were having was beautiful blue skies with those puffy, white clouds. So once Dave came home, I was gone running. I was doing five miles, which was supposed to be my "long" run done over the weekend, but due to some fluish symptoms that were had earlier this week, it was postponed until yesterday.

I was about 2 miles in when I heard a car slow down behind me. I started to think two things. One, "How sweet, Dave came to cheer me on!" or two, "Is this going to be some creepy person who says, 'Nice job...lady...?" Neither options were true. It was this annoying nice lady in a ugly nice green minivan yelling out her window to me. "Umm, did you know that there are thunderstorm warnings?" I said that I did, and waved her on. I don't know why, perhaps her condescending tone in which she talked to me, but she really bugged me.

Here's why:
First, it was a beautiful day out. I know that if you blink to long in Michigan the weather can change instantly, but seriously. It. Was. Amazing. Out. Second of all, I wasn't the only "crazy" person out enjoying the weather. Kids were playing, two guys were mowing their lawns, and there was some kid with Bieber-like hair walking along the road with fishing gear. (To my Beibered hair friend, stop trying to get your long locks in place. It's windy out. Your hair is not going to lie perfectly). Third of all, I was a responsible runner and did check the weather before I left. I even made an emergency plan with my husband. "You know if it starts raining, you have to come get me. I'll be on the side of the road, crying." I hate running in the rain. Fourth of all, what was I really supposed to do with this information, assuming that I didn't know about the imending death storm? I am out, running.  Start to run home? I know that she didn't know this, but I was just as far from home if I turned around or kept going. If a flash storm happened right then and there, would she be prepared to have me jump in the car with her? If I said "No, I didn't know," what was her next course of action? Just say "Well, I thought you should know..." and drive on?  Or what? I think this point bugged me the most. Just was exactly did she think was to be done at this point, after her gracious warning?

Well, I made it home without my husband needing to plop the kids in the car to go pick up his soaked, crying wife.

I don't know why it bothered me so. I thought about it the rest of my run, and got pretty frustrated. I even thought of all the things that I would say in my blog post about it. Once I got all worked up about it, I got some pretty bad heartburn for the rest of my run. Karma. I know that lady was just trying to be nice...I guess.

Easter

Happy Easter!

What a beautiful Easter Day today in Michigan! The sun is shining and the birds are chirping! I was so thankful that we were able to do our Easter egg hunting outside. I believe it is good for the soul. Church was amazing too! What a good-for-my-soul day!

Good Idea, Bad Idea

Good Idea: Going outside to play today. It was amazing! Slight wind, sunny skies, fifty degrees. I'll take 200 more days like that, please.
Bad Idea: When kids are outside, going inside for a quick drink (and perhaps quick glance at the email). Clara fell off the tricycle, straight on her nose, with no hands to block her fall. Poor widdy. Seriously, I am waiting for the knock at my door with the officials saying I am not a fit momma. Under my watch in the past couple of weeks Clara has: burned her hand on my curling iron, got incredibly sick with the flu, and now has a black and blue nose with blood. I just don't see how I can last.

Good Idea: Doing all the "sick" laundry this week. Literally, I must have done about 20 loads in two days.
Bad Idea: Washing a diaper with all that laundry. Little diaper crystals were everywhere. Luckily, I just had to wash that one load again which seemed to take care of the issue. Still. Bad Idea.

Good Idea: Watching "The Middle."
Bad Idea: Putting the kids to bed early so you can catch the show. Since we got rid of our cable and DVR, I can't expect to watch all my favorite shows when I want to watch them. I need to watch them when they are on, otherwise, they don't get watched. The kids were definitely not ready for bed. Though they were "in bed," going in every five minutes or so to replace a pacifier or give a  hug, I basically didn't watch the show. And I ree-hee-hee-eally  wanted to. (Channel Dr. Cox there. I've been watching a lot of Scrubs).

Good Idea: At naptime, watching Scrubs on the computer in bed (ahhhhh) with a big bowl of Breyer's Oreo Mint Ice Cream. Then getting seconds. It's really good.
Bad Idea: Seconds.

Good Things: Getting to the eye doctor today, getting new contacts, seeing my husband today, having a husband bring me a pot of tulips home.
Bad Things: Snapping at James for saying "Momma, Momma, Momma!" over and over again. I said what everytime, but he still was like a CD on skip saying my name. I shouldn't have snapped, but I did. I was sorta in a foul mood for a good half hour there. Also, those Old Navy Polo commercials.

There you have it. The good, the bad, and the ugly.