Anderson Adventures

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

It's a start...

Ok....We're starting with the best thing that Home Depot had to kill roaches. If it doesn't work, then I'll be asking our managers to get rid of them. Sometimes it's more difficult being related to managers because I always feel bad asking them to fix things. That's why we're going to start out with our bug killing spray. I just pray that it works even though I'm skeptical since cockroaches are the heartiest bug ever.

I can't handle roaches. I don't even want to wait until Claire can crawl around and possibly eat them. They poop. That means there could be poop on the floor and I don't want to be around that let alone have Claire crawl around on it. Sick! Barf! Disgusting! Sometimes I don't like renting. If I had my own house, I would have called pest control a month ago.

Grossed Out

Ok, so I'm slightly embarrassed to confess this, but I'm completely grossed out. We have cockroaches in our apartment. GROSS!!!!! I hate them! Now, I am kind of a neat freak and a very clean person, so I guess I'm trying not to really peg this "disaster" on myself. We were playing Ticket to Ride last night and there's the little critter crawling across our game. It was pretty tiny....about the size of a pencil eraser, but SICK!!! Brian squished one about a month ago in our sink too.

Herein lies the problem. I want to call our managers and have them fumigate the entire disgusting place, but Brian doesn't seem to think there's a problem. He doesn't really want to do anything about it. I'm so grossed out that I'd rather move. I want to disinfect our entire apartment. Clean everything. Call the bug people and get them out of here. He doesn't agree. He served his mission in Mexico where they're like 6 inches long, so these little ones don't bother him that much.

What's a girl to do?

Cutest Dress Ever

Yes, I still get all giddy over the clothes Claire has, so don't be surprised if I post pictures just because her outfit is cute. My friend Sarah gave me this one and Claire even smiled for the picture. :)

I like this picture because this is how she sleeps every night. Maybe she'll be a football fan since she looks like she's signaling a field goal. Cutie!

Out of the mouth of Claire

Claire was asking me about Hailey nursing. She was sad to find out that Hailey wasn't nursing anymore. She said, "Well, when I am a mommy can you give my babies milk?" Uh...nope. Can't do that. "Why mom?" Well, my milk will be gone (thank goodness) and you'll have to do it. "Oh, well, I want a big, big, BIG family. TWELVE babies! But I don't want the littlest baby to ever get big because I do NOT want one hundred babies." March 2015
Claire: Daddy, do you stink? Brian: Why do you say that? Claire: Because I can smell you. 6/18/14
Claire walked out of her room and this is what ensued: Daddy: "Claire, get back to bed." Claire: "But Daddy, my bed is being crazy!" (We try hard not to laugh). Daddy: "What?" Claire: "My bed is being crazy!!!" He went back, she tangled her blanket so her feet were getting cold. 5/15/2014
Claire asked her sunbeam teacher what "this" was, pointing to something on her chest. She thought she was talking about the pattern on her dress. Claire said, "No, no! These. They are for milk for babies." 5/2014
Eating corn on the cob for dinner, Claire turned to me and asked, "Mommy, are you going to eat some of this YUUUUMMMMYYY corn?" 5/2014
"Mommy, can you do this for me?" She hands me my eyelash curler and I proceed to curl her eyelashes. She bats her eyes in the mirror and says, "There. That's better." For the record...I have never done this, so she didn't learn it from me. 1/28/14
I was doing Claire's hair , combing through it. "Mommy, stop brushing my hair, you're making me crazy." 1/28/14
Claire has a VERY hard time going #2 in the toilet. She will hold it for days and days, so she ends up sitting on the toilet for hours sometimes. This week, she had been in there for a good two hours (and never went). Anyway, during that time she called me in several times, "MOMMY!!!! Come here!!!" And then would tell me nothing. So, after what seemed like the billionth, "MOMMY come here!" shouting, I went in to find her with the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper collected in a heap in her arms. I looked at her and gasped in frustration. I had just changed that roll! Brand new roll. Think of all that! She looked at me, giggled, and said, "Mommy...hehe....I sneezed...hehe." 1/28/14
We had our first ice storm here in Texas. I took Claire to Costco and let her walk on the ice. "Mom, I need to put on my ice skates". "Claire, do you have ice skates?" "No mom, I don't." Good point though sweetheart!
Claire always wakes me up telling me that the sun is awake. The other day, she came in, told me the sun was awake once more and then told me that she wanted some candy. I informed her that we didn't have any, but she said, "Mom, all we have to do is say Trick-or-treat!"
We went camping and I asked if Claire had fun. Claire: "I love camping, but Jared was naughty. We should leave him home".
Me: "Claire, why are you out of bed?" Claire: "Because of this..." She starts moving as if she'll pee her pants. Me: What? Claire: "Because I have the wiggles."
While at the mall bathroom, "MOMMY! YOU DID IT! YOU PEED!" For everyone to hear.
We're still trying to potty train Claire and have her poop in the potty! She says she does it, but can't seem to have it happen and will hold it for days (which is very frustrating). In an effort to get the ball rolling, I said, "Claire! Let's both push. 1...2...3...push!" At that point I did a fake push and she quickly exclaimed, "MOMMY! Don't poop in your pannies!" 7/12/13
Jared was crying and wandering around the house this morning. He popped his head in the bathroom where Claire and I were, and started to cry. Claire said, "Oh Jared, stop whining". 7/3/13
Brian and I were talking about the frustrating expenses of moving. At one point I said (about our debt), "It's all my fault." Claire came to the rescue and said, "NO! It's MY fault! My fault....and Jared's!"
This morning Claire woke up at 5 am screaming, "I WANT A COOKIE!!!!!" I went in, she repeated her sentiments. I promised her a cookie and she went back to sleep. When she got out of bed at 10:30, she jumped into my arms and said, "Where's my cookie?"

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

It's a start...

Grossed Out

Cutest Dress Ever