Magic

Today, I discovered that I am magic.

Yes, magic.

Hubby left me, the Ginger Crunch kids and their Ginger Crunch cousin car-less after his car wouldn't start this morning.  His car is on its last leg so we thought it was the end of the line.

But, alas... Behold the magic that is the Ginger Crunch Momma...

After staring at the same four walls 'til noon, I decided something needed to be done.  I had my momma on standby for a jump when she got off of work this afternoon, but 4pm was much too long to wait.  Who wants to be cooped up inside a nice warm house on Black Friday when you can brave venturing out and possibly losing a child or two in the crowds?  And, since I am working with three Ginger Crunch kids today, I surely have one to spare.

So, I grabbed the key and went outside (in my pajamas) to see what magic I could perform.  I got in the driver's seat, grimaced at the disaster that is my husband's car, and turned the key in the ignition.

Nothing.

So, I did it again.

Nothing.

I will spare you the repetitiveness and the insanity of how many times I tried the key.

Then, I yelled at the car.  I cursed at the car.  Defeated, I pleaded with the car. 'Please start!'

And, I turned the key...

The mofo STARTED!  What?!

And, now that Ginger Ann has awakened from her nap, we are off for an adventure!

toots! <3

Vacation

Hubby and I took the kids to center city Philadelphia overnight. Kinda silly to pay for a hotel room in your own city, but when there is a free room offered to you, why not make a mini vacation out of it?

This is why...

Walking around the city in the blistering cold is not exactly my idea of a good time. Well, until you find a curb side wine tasting. That street wine was so fine that we actually bought 3 bottles of it!  Nom!

We wandered around a couple children's boutiques with my stomach in knots that my kid (or husband) would break something we couldn't afford, which would be virtually any item in their stock. Then we settled on lunch at this Irish pub. The chicken panini special was delish! And, the prices were quite reasonable. I can't say for sure that it was from the food, but I did experience a nice 'clean out' back at the hotel room. For most people, that would be a negative thing.  For me, well... I appreciate a good poo anyway I can get one. 

We warmed up in our hotel room and ventured out to Macy's. Momma needs some nursing bras that hold these puppies in. Well, after trying on an E, a flippin' E!, and realizing that was the largest Macy's had to offer, I left empty handed with a traumatized 4 year old. No, not traumatized by my ever growing milk jugs (although, I am!), rather, traumatized by the Dickens Christmas village. There were real tears, people. Soon after, the kid started ugly crying and whining about how she misses her cat. 

So, we do exactly what any other set of responsible, loving parents would do... We take her to Olive Garden. She proceeds to cry into her bowl of mac and cheese about the darn cat. The cat is fine, by the way, she just was not brought on our '15 minutes from home' vacation. Oh, and our waiter was a complete fucktard. After the kid finally calmed down, he turned to her and said 'Tell Scribbles I said 'Hi!' Cue tears. Thanks, asshole.  I took my pumpkin cheesecake to go and ate it with a coffee stirrer back in our room.

Fast forward to bed time. Oh, sweet, sweet bedtime. All 4 of us climb into the 1 king size bed. The amazingly comfortable king size bed. Life is great! Except, sweet, little Ginger Ann slept all dang day. So, sleepy time is OVER! No way, no how could I get that child to sleep. We tossed and turned. We snuggled. She nursed for HOURS! And, no sleep. At least I was entertained every so often by Ginger Lou's sleep talking. It's all gibberish. Or French. Or Pig Latin. That is, until she sat straight up and shouted 'MERRY CHRISTMAS!' I nearly pissed. 

And, that's that. I've about hidden in the bathroom long enough. Merry Christmas, everyone! 

<3

Howdy! Hey there! Hello!

After much thought... 
Okay, after SOME thought...

Argh.

After the slightest, incy wincy, little bit of thought...

I have decided to BLOG!  Yay!

Why you may ask?  Well, why the hell not?  There's only so many things one can do while in eternal baby jail.  Don't try to go on and tell me that it is not eternal.  That one day this kid will decide she does NOT need to have my boob in her mouth all fricken day.  I won't believe you.  Not for one damn second.  It is never going to end.  My boobs belong to a 2 month old.  FOREVER.

Alright.  I'll cut down with the dramatics.

For all of you folks kind (or bored) enough to keep up with us... We are the Ginger Crunch family of 4.  The kiddos are Ginger Lou, age 4 and Ginger Ann, 2 months.  Both Gingers and both totally awesome.  DUH!  While I spend my every waking hour tending to the needs of the Ginger Crunch kids, daddy spends his days and nights at the titty bar.  Maybe my kid gets her obsession with dos boobies from her daddy.

Before my hubby sees this and gets his man panties all up in a wad, he manages said titty bar which I assume is far less enjoyable than just frequenting it.  Although, after seeing some of the 'performers,' that may be debatable.  

In any case... It's good to meet ya!  You'll catch me around here often. 

poots and toots! <3