Mosquitoes

I was under the impression that because we had such a cold winter last year that the bug population would be somewhat diminished. Was I wrong? Apparently. The Mosquitoes here are the size of golf balls and they are ruthless, they bite and bite and bite. My legs are so very bitten right now, it is as if I were a small child again. Eddy Haskell's legs look awful, what with the scabs, the blood dripping onto his socks because he won't stop scratching, and the calamine lotion that I insist he uses.
I go outside to hang up laundry, or to take down laundry, or to water the plants, or to just be outside and I am eaten alive. Now, I have tried: rubbing myself with dryer sheets, dousing myself in Vanilla, dousing myself in Warm Vanilla Sugar body splash from Bath and Body, I bought some citronella spray from our food coop, I tried Off, I have tried Deet free spray, lotions, and homemade potions. Nothing is working, my face and neck are not safe from the mosquitoes wrath. As I have posted earlier I love being outside, although right now I am considering wearing full body armor when I venture outside.

My Name is Earthy Birthy Mama and I have an addiction

I love plants. I cannot stop buying plants. It all started several years ago when Eddy Haskell and I still lived with my parents. My dad, Red Green, being a true naturalist did not want non native flowers planted at his house so I started some container gardens. My first containers were very simple, geraniums, marigolds, and some petunias. The next year I had some containers of impatiens, some geraniums, some chamomile, and some cannas. When I moved in with the Anti-Hippie he and Eddy bought me some planters and various annuals for Mother's Day. Over the years I have planted numerous annuals and now some perennials. I usually start buying plants at the annual FFA plant sale at a local high school, then I visit various nurseries, this one being my favorite. I spend a lot of money on these plants, but my flowers are gorgeous. I also spend a lot of time watering, feeding, and pruning the plants. I know I need to stop, as most won't last through the bitter harsh winters of the mid-west, but I can't. Actually I can because I am out of potting soil, and containers to put the plants in, I actually used an old tool box as a planter a few days ago, because I was out of containers. The Anti-Hippie says it has to stop as well, although I could have other habits that are far worse. When I get some time I will post some pictures of my favorites.

Poop

This afternoon after Baby Gnat went swimming in her kiddie pool in the drive way and after she had eaten I laid her down for a nap. (She is still taking 2 naps a day!) I usually let her cry herself to sleep, I heard crying then I heard nothing. I got Eddy Haskell and his friend ADHD a snack as they had been busy playing video games. I heard the most blood curling screams from the pack n play where Baby Gnat was supposed to be napping. I poked my head inside to tell her that everything was alright, and what did I see? A naked baby girl covered from head to toe in poop. She managed to get her diaper off, whether this was before or after her poop I will never know. There was poop on the netting part of the pack n play, there was poop in between her toes, there was poop in her hair, there was poop everywhere. I guess letting the babe nap in only her diaper was a big mistake.
I promptly put her in the shower and cleaned her off, then I put on a fresh diaper and put her into the excer-saucer so that I could clean up the pack n play. I stripped the sheet and then took the pack n play outside and hosed that sucker off. I am here alone with the kids today because Mr. Anti Hippie had to work. Lucky guy! So now the pack n play is out drying in the warm sunshine, and I am having a beer.

I am not trying to be a bad mother

Next week Baby Gnat will turn one. I have no desire to have a big ass birthday party. The night she entered the world it was just the Anti-Hippie and myself, so I see that it is only fitting that we quietly celebrate the day that she came into this world. I am planning on having a few close relatives come over and eat some water-melon, and that is about it. I am not purchasing a "Dive Cake", a cake that a baby can get messy with, I am not making a cake. The girl absolutely loves water melon so that is what I will be serving.
I am not against having a party, but parties for babies are really for the parents and the grandparents. She will not remember it, although I am sure there will be lots of photographs taken. She is very special to her family, but we are not having a big party for her. I am sure that her cousin who was born two weeks after her, will have a big she-bang of a party, but I am not that baby's mother. I think that we might have a place where guests can write the baby a sweet note that I will tuck into her baby book. I know that this is my decision, but I just got a call from Aunt Duckie and she wanted to know about the party. So next Sunday you are all invited to my house for some watermelon and a real happening PARTY!!

WTF? Wednesday

#1. WTF Eddy Haskell? Are you going through puberty right now? Do you have to sass me and back talk me, and get the last word in all the time? Come on kid, I know having a sibling who takes all my attention away is not 'cool' with you, but kid you get to do everything your little heart desires. You get all the freedom in the world, just check in with me every so often so that I know that you are okay. Could you please cut out the BS, could you please just stop whining, and for crying out loud could you please stop back-talking me, or you will be in your room for the rest of the summer, enough said.

#2. WTF Mr. Anti Hippie? I know you and Eddy needed a hair-cut today, but did you have to come with me down to co-op pick up? I needed to go to B-Town for co-op pick up, then to WR to the credit union, then to BH to the grocery store to buy some meat, as I had an awesome coupon for like $10.00 off, then it was back home. I could have run all those errands in like 3 hours, but no. You needed a hair cut, which meant, that we go to co-op pick up, then to the credit union, then you are hungry so we stop at Sgt. Peppers for brunch, then you just want to look at the welding torches, so we stop, then we go get the meat, then Baby and I wait in the hot car for you and Eddy to get hair cuts, and then we take the long way home, because you want to look at the spillway at the lake. Mainly, because you want to take Eddy fishing there. Then we get home, and you are sooo hungry, and your stomach hurts. Okay next time go get a hair cut with out me, I hate being in a car when I cannot drive, so thanks but no thanks, I will drive myself.

#3. WTF Mother? So as I already mentioned I got these great coupons from the little grocery store, in the town in which I used to reside in. They still have a butcher who cuts all the meat, Wednesdays are the best days to get meat, so this being Wednesday and it is on the way I planned on stopping. Which brings me back to my original point, I had previously asked Crabby Patty to get me my meat, she lives really close to this grocery, and she shops there often. I kept on telling her, use the coupons and get me some 'riblets'. Well she had never heard of them, were they really called ribs, or spare ribs, or something else? No Mother, they are called riblets and I bought them all by myself and used the coupons, so there.

#4. WTF Summer Vacation? It seems as if I only started this vacation a few weeks ago, and really I did. But, I cannot believe that it is July 9th already. I always get panicked by July 4th, I know that it is the downward spiral towards the end of summer, yet I still have a ton of shit that is still on my "To Do List". So Summer vacation please slow down, I have just a little over a month left and then you will be gone. Please slow down, I have yet to take the kids to the pool!

Honey Do

Today it is kinda wet outside to Eddy Haskell and Mr. Anti-Hippie cannot mow the grass, I however have found many things on my honey do list that my boys can do:

• Take Tubs of clothes to attic

• Hang some stuff

• Make beds

• Clean House for company

• Get all laundry to laundryroom

Thanks, Earthy Birthy Mama

Tick, going for the gold

Last night when I went in the bathroom to get ready for a shower, I noticed that I might be getting an ingrown hair, in my nether regions. I am quite limber so I put my foot up on the sink to get a better look. Guess what I found?
A teeny tiny baby tick had attached itself to my nether region. Of course I thought, it is warm and moist here, why not. I did not panic, but once I figured out the cause of all of my discomfort, it did make me feel a little squeamish. I tried all the home remedies that I knew to try and get it to pull his little head out, I smothered him in Vasaline, I smothered him in soap, I wiped him with isopropyl alcohol, I painted him with finger nail polish, and yet the little bugger did not pull his head out. By the time Mr. Anti-Hippie got home the tick bite really itched and my neck hurt from bending at such an angle. Mr. Anti-Hippie went right to work on helping me out, not to mention he kinda likes hanging out down there. Unfortunately when he tried to remove said tick, the tick was too small and he only got the body.
As of right now I am alternating between lemon and potato slices to try and draw the head out, the lemon is oh so fresh!! I am a very nature oriented person, so ticks do not surprise me, but ticks going for the GOLD, do!