Saturday, February 23, 2013
Discipline and Donuts
Everyone sound asleep in the house I set a pot of coffee to brew for my most amazing husband. I sneak quietly out of the house to go buy the donuts. Everything going as deliciously planned in my head to treat my family to donuts. When I get home the big man has the little man in a time out for climbing on the furniture. Little man sitting there crying gets up to run to me for sympathy and rescue the big man tells little man to sit back down. The defiant almost two year old runs over an takes a swat at the daddy and screams "NO MAS" in true Beverly Hills Chihuahua fashion. Of course this just helps to aggravate the big man who is suffering from a caffeine deficiency demands the little man to go back to time out. once again the little guy is sitting there crying because he is in time out. I bring a nice big cup of coffee stirred up just the way the big man likes it, and the box of donuts to the living room. Big man hand the little guy in time out a donut who gleefully stops crying to eat the donut. I guess this means time out is over... No wonder we are not in the running for the parent of the year award.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Toddler v's Car Salesman
So.... my husband and I may be in the market to replace my gas guzzling mommy mobile. I could pull out my soap box and go off on a rant about the gas prices and how it is crippling my social life, not to mention putting a HUGE damper on the much needed retail therapy, I need to be a functioning part of society. But if you live in America I am sure you can understand. We all want a few more dollars in our paychecks to level out the constant fluctuation in gas prices. Even if you don't have far to drive your still paying for it at the grocery store. none the less we suck it and pay for it anyway, and penny pinch on all the not so necessary necessities that make life worth living.
In a true family fashion we loaded up the car and rolled on down to the closest Ford dealership to go checkout the most gas efficient family friendly car they have. So we spout off all the things we are looking for in a car and of course the sales man said"I have just the thing for you." He left us standing there in the lot surrounded by shinny new cars. We were soaking it up until the sales man drives up the a bran new 2013 Ford C-Max Hybrid in my favorite color red. I was over taken by the new car smell I didn't notice the GPS navigation the Bluetooth syncing abilities the sound system etc... My husband on the other hand, a much more practical shopper, begins asking questions. Questions about the engine, the mileage, the warranty the important stuff. I, on the other hand blurt out where is the spare tire? (My attempt to stay active in the car buying process... At first the man looked at men went around to the back of the car started talking about the back door and the spacious room in the trunk and hidden compartments lifted the cover in the back and no spare tire. At that point flashes of being stranded on the side of the road with no cellphone service was going through my head that none of us noticed the little man had climbed in to the drivers seat and had closed and locked the door. The sound of the sales man closing the back door snapped me out of my delusion. I tried to inconspicuously to open the door but couldn't I motioned to my husband about the situation at hand who began to freak out. By the time the sales man caught wind of what was going on he stared looking for the keys just to realize he had left them in the car with the toddler.
To his embarrassment he had closed them in the back while he was looking for the spare tire. He had to call his boss to get the extra key to get my son who was in heaven pretending to drive to far off places. Come to find out there is no spare tire on the Ford C-Max. We followed the little man joyfully back to our gas guzzling car, I think we keep it for a few more months.
In a true family fashion we loaded up the car and rolled on down to the closest Ford dealership to go checkout the most gas efficient family friendly car they have. So we spout off all the things we are looking for in a car and of course the sales man said"I have just the thing for you." He left us standing there in the lot surrounded by shinny new cars. We were soaking it up until the sales man drives up the a bran new 2013 Ford C-Max Hybrid in my favorite color red. I was over taken by the new car smell I didn't notice the GPS navigation the Bluetooth syncing abilities the sound system etc... My husband on the other hand, a much more practical shopper, begins asking questions. Questions about the engine, the mileage, the warranty the important stuff. I, on the other hand blurt out where is the spare tire? (My attempt to stay active in the car buying process... At first the man looked at men went around to the back of the car started talking about the back door and the spacious room in the trunk and hidden compartments lifted the cover in the back and no spare tire. At that point flashes of being stranded on the side of the road with no cellphone service was going through my head that none of us noticed the little man had climbed in to the drivers seat and had closed and locked the door. The sound of the sales man closing the back door snapped me out of my delusion. I tried to inconspicuously to open the door but couldn't I motioned to my husband about the situation at hand who began to freak out. By the time the sales man caught wind of what was going on he stared looking for the keys just to realize he had left them in the car with the toddler.
To his embarrassment he had closed them in the back while he was looking for the spare tire. He had to call his boss to get the extra key to get my son who was in heaven pretending to drive to far off places. Come to find out there is no spare tire on the Ford C-Max. We followed the little man joyfully back to our gas guzzling car, I think we keep it for a few more months.
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