CSI Question

Without going into too much gory detail, I have a question that I want an answer for.
When I had Little Man, my ecstatic-to-have-a-boy husband was the one to cut the cord. And when this happened, a couple tiny drops of blood got onto my pillow. My hubby thinks its oogie, but I think its a tiny little reminder that I helped create a tiny little life. When I was replacing the sheets I washed today, I saw it again, and immediately had this question:
If someone were to swab this tiny drop of blood and check it for DNA, who would it come back belonging to? Would it be mine because my blood is what helped sustain this little life? Or would it be Little Man's, because it was his life cord?

I now know that I watch WAY too much CSI. But I still want to know. What do you think? Whose is it?

I Seek, and Cannot Find...

I'm frustrated.
When I want to shop for something in particular, I can NEVER find it. But when I am just looking, aka have no money, I always find what I was looking for before. Or I'll see it one week, and then go back a couple weeks later for something similar, and it's too late!
ARGH!! SO FRUSTRATING!!
A couple examples: 1) It is wedding and baby season, and I have a shower, wedding or graduation coming up each weekend from last weekend through the end of June. A couple months ago, I started thinking about what I was going to wear to said events, but never had a chance to go look for something new. Two weeks ago, I started looking, only to find cute little outfits for teenage girls that showed off way more than I was interested in, or dresses that looked too old for even my mother. There was no in between. So, I opted to pray that something in my own closet fit me. We'll see if I can make that one dress fit for the entire season. Oh well.
2) Little Man's birthday is coming up next month. I have decided on a theme, but I can't find what I want. I can find individual sport themes, but I want them all, because my child is a fan of every kind of ball there is. It's getting annoying. I have searched every store in this town and in Houston, and I have been all over the Internet. I guess I'll just have to choose one, even if it does cost a little more than I am willing to spend for a two year old's birthday party.

I guess it doesn't get any better. It always happens this way. I guess I'll just get used to it.
Or does anyone know how to avoid this dilemma?

A Treat for Some, but not for others…

Today I tried to do something nice. I decided to be nice and help him out because he was whining, and he was starting to stink. It was nice outside today, so I gave him a bath, because I knew he wouldn’t be too cold. Plus, I knew that it would cool him off and make him feel better.
Or so I thought.
As soon as I was done washing him off, he ran away, without even a little thank you. He started whining some more, and then he went straight for the dirt. Why is that when you clean him off, he goes straight to getting dirty again? Just like a boy.

Stupid dog.

If someone gave me a bath, I wouldn't cry about it, and I for dang sure wouldn't go straight back to getting dirty again!

(And you thought I was talking about Little Man!)

True Friend

I have a very special true and honest friend who would do anything for me, and I would do anything for her as well.
My babysitter had to drop my child off at school with me yesterday at 12:30 because she had to go to the dentist and have a wisdom tooth pulled. Which means that she couldn't watch him today. And I still have to work.
I can't really bring him back to work with me today, so I had to find a new place for him to play today.
I called one friend that has a little girl the same age as my Little Man, but today is one of the two days she has to work this week. Argh.
And then, as much as I didn't want to impose on her, I had to call my other friend, who loves my child like her own, but I didn't want to mess with her school schedule either. But, she offered before I even had to ask, because she's just that good a person. Even though everyone at her house doesn't feel great, she still is willing to take on an almost two-year old along with her own baby. This is why she is so great.
I'm very thankful that today is a short day, so I don't have to impose on her for too long, just until after lunch. I just hope nothing gets broken that she is really attached to.
Who is this wonderful person?
As if you didn't already know, it's Amanda Sue!

THANK YOU AMANDA SUE!!!

Caller ID People

On my phone, we have Caller ID. In fact, it's on my cell phone as well. I really enjoy the fact that when the phone rings, I can know who it is before I pick it up. And if I don't know who it is, I don't have to pick it up, or I can pick it up and not give away any information that I don't have to. I really like to pick up the phone yelling and screaming when it is my mother-in-law calling, but that's because she thinks her grandson is perfect, and I like to remind her that he's not.
Either way, there are two types of people that have caller ID.
I am a person of the first type. I come home from being out and look at the phone just to see who, if anyone, called. If they called and didn't leave a message, then no big deal, they didn't want to really talk that bad. If they leave a message, then I'll call them back.
A person of the second type doesn't do that. If they miss a call, especially one on their cellphone, they will call the number back just to see who it was, even if no message was left. And, they'll call back no matter what time it is. It is interesting to find out which type of people your friends and co-workers are.
Last night, at about ten, the phone rang, and being that I knew the name that came up, I answered it, not very nicely.
Me : "Hello?"
Him: "Who's this?"
Like he has the right to ask me this... I'm not the one who dialed the number, buster.
Me: "Michelle." Very flat now, because, again, this is after my bed time!
Him: "Oh." Uncomfortable silence.
Me: "What?"
Him: "I'm trying to figure out who called me from this number."
Since I knew who it was, because I also have Caller ID, I pressed on.
Me: "It was probably my husband."
Him: "Umm... " More silence. "OHhhhhh!!!"
And then he figures it out. That he knows a Michelle and Husband, that it's okay that this number called his cellphone, and that he probably shouldn't have called a house with an infant at ten at night. I handed the phone to the hubby, who confirmed that it was his phone call, for work related reasons, and then they got off the phone.
To which I said, "Oh, so he's one of THOSE kind of people."

Pete, meet Re-Pete

My child is at the point where he likes to repeat everything we say. He also likes to sing with Mommy in the car on the way to and from school. He loves to read books and tell you what he thinks the pictures mean, and he likes to repeat his favorite parts of stories or songs or rhymes to himself when he thinks that no one is listening. This is also when I find him counting the most, when he thinks that no one can hear him. He’s also gotten pretty good at whispering. Especially if you ask him to tell someone else something, that’s when he’ll whisper. Twerp.

When Little Man was born, I went and bought some Veggie Tales Kid Songs cds so that I could listen to some of the songs from when I was a kid and remember them enough to sing with him. The problem is, most of the songs are either new to me, or a different version of the song I remember. It’s kind of frustrating.

Then at the sitter’s, they’ve been reading a lot of books that have old rhymes and such that I used to know, but now I can’t remember them all. It’s annoying. The one that we’re stuck on right now is the one about the monkeys jumping on the bed and calling the doctor. Little Man can tell you really well what the doctor said. We also know about the Wheels on the Bus and such, but I am now having a mental block.

What was your favorite nursery rhyme or just plain non-rhyming rhyme that you would “sing” when you were a kid or that you taught your kids? I know there are so many that I "know", but I can’t think about them right now. I knew so many in high school when I was babysitting and teaching two-year old Sunday School classes, but now my brain has replaced those memories with things it felt were more important. But, importance has become a relevance-based concept now, and this idea is more important to me now than names of educational psychologists and such from college classes.

So, a little help? Anyone?

Disclaimers

Have you ever listened to any of the radio commercials for a certain fast food chain's Dollar Menu? It's all about "lovin' " all the things that are just a buck. Then, at the end of each commercial, the disclaimer comes on and says, "Prices and participation may vary." What? You mean that the burger on the Dollar Menu could be a buck fifty? Is that what they mean? Because if that's going to be the case, and we can change the price, then I'd like it to be cheaper. I'd like mine to be a Quarter Menu, if we could. If not, then let the Dollar Menu be the Dollar Menu. Plain and simple.

Resourcefulness

My husband's definition of being resourceful is putting the remaining packets of ketchup from the dinner he brought home tonight into our ketchup bottle in the fridge. And then being proud of it because it filled it back up to the top.