Posts Tagged ‘David’

Toddler Talk

Monday, April 16th, 2012

Latham:  “MOOOOMMY!  I HAVE TO GO POOOOTTY!”

Me:  “Okay, get out of the shower and go to the bathroom.”

Latham:  “No, I don’t have to.  Daddy said I could potty in here as long as I hit the drain.”

The toilet training technique my husband secretly shared with my 3 year old.

Husbandism #49

Friday, March 30th, 2012

David:  “I’m not sure I like your new shampoo.  I mean, it smells like what we used to wash our dog with when I was a kid.”

What my husband said last night after smelling my freshly washed hair.

Husbandism #48

Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

David:  “Hey, look what I did to Latham while you were gone!”

What my husband said when I returned from a short bathroom break at Red Lobster.

Husbandism #47

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

David:  “I’m dying a slow death watching this show.  I mean, I’m clearly losing days off the back end of my life while watching this – I’m sure of it.”

What my husband said after watching The Bachelor with me on Monday night.

Husbandism #46

Sunday, January 29th, 2012

David:  “I wish I could find pitty spray that smells like your arms.  I’m serious.  I think I would be happier if I smelled like that.”

What my husband said after I put on vanilla scented lotion from Bath and Body Works.

Husbandism #45

Monday, January 16th, 2012

David:  “Just so you know, no boy will ever say ‘no’ to that question.”

What my husband replied when I asked him if I could eat his pickle – his dill pickle that was served with his turkey sandwich from the deli.

If You Want My Opinion, Hair It Is

Sunday, January 15th, 2012

You learn a lot about people when you’re the only one not drunk at your husband’s holiday work party.

“I’m obsessed with hair removal,” one woman shouts at me across the four person table top that at least eight of us crammed ourselves around.

“Really,” I scream. “You’re obsessed with hair removal?”

The band was playing so loud, you had to yell for the person inches away from you to hear you.

“Me too,” pipes up another lady.

As usual, most of the girls migrated together to chat about the typical topics of babies, working out, and cute clothes, while our boys were bellied to the bar cracking inappropriate jokes, drinking beer, and talking about work.

“Yes, I’m obsessed with it,” the first woman carries on. “I want lasers to remove every hair on my body. Every. Hair.”

“Every. Hair,” I repeat like a parrot.

“Yes. Every. Hair,” she continues. “But until I can laser my arm hair, I’m just shaving it.”

“What do you mean, you’re shaving your arm hair? Your under arm hair,” I scream as the band seems to have taken it up a few decimals.

“No,” she giggles. “I mean my forearm hair.”

“What? You shave your forearm hair,” I say as I choke on a swig of diet coke.

“Yes,” she shouts. “I have for years, that’s why I want laser hair removal.”

“Look at my arms,” I say as I raise my sleeve. “I have hair on my forearms. That grosses you out?”

“Kind of,” she sheepishly smiles.

All the other ladies at the table quickly agree.

“Seriously,” I question. “Forearm hair is gross?”

“It is,” the answer from all the woman crashes over me like a wave.

I was shocked. I had no idea forearm hair was so repulsive. I mean, I’ve never even thought about it.

“So,” I continue to clarify, “You all think I should shave my forearm hair?”

“YES,” all the women reply a little too quickly for my liking.

Here’s the thing, I have never heard of this extreme aversion to forearm hair. And what’s more, I’ve never even noticed whether or not girls have it. I am stunned to learn the blond fur on my forearm is so repulsive and all these ladies either shave it or laser it.

“No woman should have forearm hair,” she says again while nodding no.

And with that, the topic changes to babies and which woman wants to have another one.

And that, my friends, is the stuff you learn at your husband’s holiday work party when everyone is drunk except you.

Just thought I’d share.

Husbandism #44

Thursday, January 5th, 2012

David: “Don’t worry, I know what will fix it:  A Subway napkin.  It’s works just like a band-aid.”

What my husband said to my 3 year old after he fell down and bit his tongue.

Husbandism #43

Monday, January 2nd, 2012

David: “Too bad I just clipped my toenails, otherwise I could grab it like a hook and pull it up with those.”

What my husband replied when I asked if he could grab me the magazine at the bottom of our bed.

Happy New Year!

Sunday, January 1st, 2012

Since I started writing 3 Stinky Boys and Me in the spring of 2009, I’ve never really thumbed through the archives of it.  But the other day, David was trying to remember something sweet our 5 year old used to say when he was about 2.  Neither of us could remember, exactly, what Reichen used to say.  And it made us sort of sad.  Later, after all my 3 stinky boys were in bed, I searched through the years of the blog and discovered it – the sweet thing my baby boy used to say!

I started this blog several years ago, for that very reason.  I wanted to capture our feelings, thoughts, and happenings of how we were at that exact time.  I don’t blog for the money, or the ads, or to become a super famous blogger – I do it because I want to remember everything.  Everything.  Especially the stuff the passing of time erases from my memory.

And for all of you who have followed My 3 Stinky Boys and Me’s adventures for the past several years, that’s icing on the cake.  Thank you so much for reading my little blog and supporting our family.  I have made some amazing friends, whom I know I’ll meet one day and I love hearing from all of you and following your adventures through your blogs.

Happy New Year!!!

xo

Tasha

Visions of Tablescapes Danced in my Head

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

When I offered to host Christmas Eve dinner at our house this year, visions of tablescapes started dancing in my head.  And after scouring many home decor magazine and websites, I decided on the crisp color combination of red, white, and silver. 

I started with a freshly pressed white tablecloth, a  glittery red ribbon, and silver votive candles.  And got more and more giddy after adding square vases filled with small crimson ornaments and pretty folded napkins.  Mini red tricycles adorned with the boys’ names told them what seat to take and I placed the homemade cookie Christmas trees on the buffet next to the red floral balls on white candlesticks.

It was a lovely and intimate dinner of 8 including my mom, David’s parents, his brother, Reichen, Latham, David, and myself.  We had all the fixings of a traditional turkey dinner and every bite of it was delicious.

Husbandism #42

Wednesday, December 14th, 2011

David:  “It’s so nice having her at work.  She’s like my third mom.”

Me:  “That is nice.  Wait… who’s your second mom?”

David:  “You are.”

The true conversation my husband and I had about his administrative assistant.  And no, I do not make this stuff up.  I. Swear.

Toddler Talk

Tuesday, December 6th, 2011

Latham:  “No!  We don’t want a babysitter!  We’re big boys!  We want a big boy sitter!”

What my 3-year-old told me when I informed him a babysitter was coming over so David and I could go out for date night.

My Thanksgiving Post May Be Late, But At Least My Christmas Shopping is Done.

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  We sure did and I still have the belly to prove it.  We invaded my in-laws for the holidays and had the best time.  My mother-in-law cooked 90% of the food, but I did make my grandma’s super duper delicious candied yams. 

And here’s the recipe:

Candied Yams

Peel 3 large yams, and cut into pieces.  Place in pan with salted water and boil until cooked.  Place cut up yams in baking dish.  Sprinkle with 1 cup of sugar, 1/2 stick of butter cut up, 1 can of evaporated condensed milk.  Fill baking dish approximately 1/2 full.  Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees until mixture boils down.  Add marshmallows on top and bake until marshmallows brown and melt.

“Don’t Worry. You’re Good.”

Thursday, December 1st, 2011

“Don’t worry.  You’re good.  That thing has been going off all night and we’ve just been letting everybody in anyway.  You’re good.  You’re good.”

What security told David and me without even a pat down after we both set off the metal detector at the Jay-Z / Kanye West concert.

(p.s.  Yes, the concert was AMAZING!!!)