Because a Snow Day Means Never Having to Eat Healthily

On Tuesday, when everyone was all atwitter about the impending ice storm, the husband called and asked if I needed him to stop and pick up  — say it with me — diet cokes.  Since Tater Tot and I had been to the store that morning, I told him that we were in good shape.  We had everything we needed, including about 238 liters of diet coke, which — if we rationed ourselves — should see us through at least a couple of days.

When he pulled into the driveway and got out of his truck a few hours later, I noticed he was bringing in grocery bags.  As in ABOUT SIX of them.

As it turns out, he wasn’t so sure that I’d stocked up properly, so he decided to help out.


The fact is that, while most schools were closed today because of a little ice and snow, the streets were actually pretty clear and Tater Daddy was not forced to stay home and load up on comfort food make sure his wife and young son were warm and safe from ice-covered branches just waiting to fall on the roof.  He went to work.  Tater Tot’s mother’s day out program was open, so he went.  I was left at home  ALONE with a buffet of junk food.

I like snow days.


Because Their Stuff Is So Much Better

It’s about 11:00 p.m. in Memphis, and the weathermen are predicting ice and sleet sometime after midnight.  Of course, that means we have a chance of sunshine and 60 degrees at 7 a.m.  I’m not saying that our local forecasters don’t know their stuff, but several years ago they hyped everyone up about the BIG STORM that was coming, along with FREEZING TEMPERATURES FOR DAYS!  The school systems (yes, we have two of them) went ahead and announced cancellations the night before anything happened.  Guess what?  It rained.  I was teaching at the time, and we had a “rain day.”  That’s right.  A rain day.  Later on it was decided that the students didn’t have to make up the day at the end of the year.  The teachers, however, DID.  I can’t say for certain, but I’m pretty sure some of those weathermen went home to find that their yards had been rolled (or toilet papered or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods).

Anyway, I’m hoping that we don’t get ice.  A little snow would be great and much appreciated.  But ice?  Here’s a new take on one of my favorite films starring one of my famous friends:

“You don’t want ice?”

“I don’t want frozen precipitation!”



It’s true.  Memphians don’t have a clue what to do when roads ice over, so everyone immediately jumps in their cars, guns their accelerators and then they hit the brakes.  We are a silly people.  However, I will tell you that the Taters avoid going out in ice.  We much prefer to eat ourselves into a junk-food stupor and crash into each other.

Mercy.  I found a tangent and really followed it that time.  Woops.

Today I’m passing the buck and recommending some blogs because, well, the part of my brain that comes up with things to blog about is kind of clogged.  I’ve got blog clog.  Or blog fog.  You know…nuthin’.

So if it strikes your fancy, here are a few places you might want to visit.  I’m hopeful that the blog clog fog will clear soon, so please don’t let me go….you can’t let me go…..I have so much to offer you…..  (If you watched The Bachelor Monday night, that will make a little sense.  If you didn’t, I’m sure you can figure out what went on.)

For one of the best recaps in Bachelor history, hands down, click over to Lincee’s blog at I Hate Green Beans.  She managed to cover it all, gang, and it is SO worth the read.  I will caution you not to eat anything while reading it, though, because the combination of laughing hysterically while trying to eat a handful of Chex Mix increases your chances of choking just a smidge.  And that would be terrible.  You wouldn’t even get to finish reading her recap.

Meghan (over at Spicy Magnolia) and her husband, Matt, welcomed their first son on January 16th.  Because she is Super Woman, she is taking care of that sweet baby and blogging about it.  Baby Brennan is just about as cute as they come, so head on over and take a peek.

Finally, if you haven’t checked out the Praise Baby blog, check it out.  At some point I’ll have a post going up, but I have no idea when it will be.  I’m supposed to put  the button on my sidebar telling you that I’m a Praise Baby Blogger, but HELLO! THIS IS WORDPRESS AND I DON’T KNOW IF I’M ALLOWED TO DO THAT.  I’ve looked all over the admin page and can’t find a single thing that says, “Do this if you want to put a button in your sidebar, Tater Mama, you big dumb blogger.”  If any of you use WP and know how to do it, feel free to let me know.

That’s about it from here.  I have to go do a PLEASE LET THE TEMPERATURE STAY ABOVE FREEZING dance now.  Because the ice?  It is not so nice.

Little Things

After spending most of Saturday and Sunday in the bed and praying (a) to wake up and be miraculously relieved of the sinus woes, (b) for antibiotics that will actually knock this thing out, or (c) death, I managed to haul myself out of bed today.  By the way, I’m pretty sure that choice A isn’t going to happen, and I really hope choice C doesn’t happen because, well, I’m feeling a little better and I’d hate to ruin it by, you know, dying and all.

We were running drastically low on staples like diet cokes and Pop-Tarts, so a trip to the grocery was a must.  It took a while, but I washed my hair and put on my best pair of sweats.  (Wouldn’t want to go to the store all tackied up in my favorite, paint-stained pair and embarrass the family….)  Then I wrangled Tater Tot into some jeans and a shirt and after about four rounds of wrestling, TA-DA, shoes appeared on his feet.

I’ve mentioned about a hundred times in the last four posts that, as of today, he’s two-and-a-half years old.  And one of his favorite phrases is, “I DON’T WANT IT!” which he yells whenever he’s not pleased.  Since he’s, you know, the age that he is, I hear that little phrase in my sleep.  That’s okay, though, because his other favorite phrase is, “Mama, I wuv you disssssssssss much!” so I’ll take it.

At any rate, we did our shopping and as I was putting the bags into the car we heard a train whistle.  Our boy is ALL ABOUT THE TRAINS and started saying, “I hear it, Mama!  Let’s find it!”  That wasn’t a hard task, seeing that the railroad tracks are just behind the grocery store we frequent.

This particular train was slow-moving, though, and I couldn’t see it until I got to a crossing and I happened to see it’s light way down the tracks.  Tater Tot was still asking where the train was and if we could go find it.

What the heck? I thought.  I pulled into the parking lot beside the tracks, parked, and rolled down the window enough for him to hear the sounds of the train.

When it finally rolled in front of us, that little boy was ecstatic.  He clapped and waved and told the train hello.  He asked, “Do you hear it, Mama? Do you see it?  Where is it going, Mama?”  His face was full of joy…complete and utter joy that comes from experiencing something unexpected yet hoped for.

When the end of the train was out of sight and he was finished telling it goodbye, I put the car in drive and started easing out of the lot.

“Mama, thank you, thank you, Mama,” is what I heard almost all the way home.  As I drove the short distance, I thought about those few minutes we spent watching that roaring train go by.  The chances of him remembering them and the sheer delight he felt are slim.  I think he’ll always remember that he loved trains, but will he remember the cold afternoon when he and his mama went looking for a train?  I doubt it.

As for me?  I hope I remember it for as long as I live, because it reminds me that it’s the little things we do with each other that often make us the happiest.

I’m Taking a Short Break

I don’t know that Tater Tales has enough readers for me to post that I’m taking a mini-break, but, um, I’m taking a mini-break.

I think I have another sinus infection.  My head feels like it might explode.  My throat is starting to hurt, and my right ear is killing me.  That’s what happens when it’s 20 degrees one day, 60 the next, and we wake up to snow two days later.  Welcome to winter in Memphis.

Anyway, it kind of makes it hard to think of much else to write about, and let’s face it.  I’ve written enough about my sinus woes.  So I’ll spare us all and take a few days to hibernate and get over this.

I’ll catch you in a few days.  SNIFFFFFFFF!

Flashback Friday: This Makes Me Giggle

I’m participating again in Anne’s “Flashback Friday” carnival.  She’s hosting it at My Tiny Kingdom, and this week’s theme is “This Makes Me Giggle.”  You have plenty of time to participate if you’d like.  I found several great blogs last week, which means I spent more time reading than doing much around the house.  

Ah.  Well.  Such is life.

In this picture Tater Tot must be about two months old, give or take a week or so.  The whole thing makes me laugh.  He looks like a little old man!  Or a bobblehead.  Take your pick.  

I love the expression on his face, but I especially love those chubby cheeks and fat rolls all over!  He’d 2 1/2 now, so the fat rolls are all gone.  (He transferred them to me.)


And I promise I’m not going to keep posting pictures that I’ve used in the past, but if I have to pick the photo that makes me laugh the hardest, it’s this one.


We were at my parents’ house when this was taken in May 2007, and Tater Tot was sitting in my lap  making faces at my brother, who was home for a cousin’s wedding.  All of a sudden, this face came out!  We howled!  I thought my brother was going to pass out from laughing so hard, and all of us laughed until we cried.  

Being the little ham that he is, the more we laughed the more Tater Tot made the face.

Have a great weekend everybody!  Check out Anne’s carnival if you have some time.  I’m sure there will be some great stuff!

Snow, Swiss Miss, and a Beautiful Day

Tuesday was a banner day around here, folks.  I don’t know how it could’ve been any better.

Tater Tot and I woke up rather late, thanks to the fact that the afternoon nap he took Monday lasted all of 23 seconds.  No sooner had I settled down with my newest issue of Real Simple and huge diet coke did he wake up.  He made up for it Monday night, though, and he slept until nearly 10:00.  I’d like to say that I’m one of those wives who is up at the crack of dawn, fixing breakfast, washing clothes, etc., but I’m not.  The colder it is outside the longer I want to snuggle under the covers, which is precisely what I did Tuesday morning.

When Tater Tot woke up, I passed by a window.  Here’s what I saw.


Clearly, I had slept through the blizzard that Memphis experienced, and I panicked just a bit.  I hadn’t even been to the grocery store to stock up on things like diet coke and crunch-n-munch milk and bread.

My panic soon turned to excitement when it struck me this was Tater Tot’s first real snow.  It snowed when he was about seven months old, but at that point I wasn’t even making him wear shoes on a regular basis.  All we did was shove a coat and hat on him and run out onto the deck and take pictures (at night, no less) with big snowflakes falling on his head.

I went into his room and told Tater Tot that there was a surprise waiting for him outside, and he immediately asked, “A big truck?”  (Uh-oh.  He’s only 2 1/2.  What will he ask for when he’s 16?)  

“No!  It’s even better!” I answered.  We walked to the window and the look on his face when he saw the snow was priceless.

He started rattling off instructions like a captain on a sinking ship.

“I need my coat an’ my hat an’ my gwovs an’ my jacket, TOOOOOO!”  Aye-aye, sir!  We got busy getting him dressed in warm clothes.  And I have to hand it to those of you who live in the northern regions.  Getting a toddler ready to play in the snow will just about kill you.  I had NO idea.

We were finally all bundled up and ready to explore the Tater Tundra.


Of course, any good snow explorer has to touch it.  He declared it “wet and cold” and proceeded to wipe the snow on my pants and say, “Dare you go, Mama.”  He’s thoughtful like that.

We decided that we should take a closer look at the snow in the back yard, followed by a venture into the front yard where he wiped the snow off of my car and giggled as it fell.



I knew that getting him back inside was going to be hard.  I mean, on a regular day it’s like pulling teeth to make him come in and it usually ends with one or both of us weeping, so I gave it a lot of thought and finally said, “Let’s go inside and drink some hot chocolate!”

He’d never had hot chocolate before, but he’s like his Mama and only needs to hear the word chocolate to be convinced.  Oh, he took his sweet time wandering toward the door, and once inside he went to the back door, said he needed to go back out, and then had a small FIT when I said no.

But by that time I had the milk and hot chocolate mix out and he was intrigued.  He wiped his little tears and offered to help make it.  You can see by the junk in the background that I don’t get too worked up about  messes, so I put him up on the island and we commenced to makin’ Tater Tot’s first cup of hot chocolate.  He participated in the whole deal, from picking his own mug to helping stir.


He declared it to be “dewishus.”

And then, looking out the window at the quickly melting snow, he said, “It’s a beautiful day, Mama.”

Indeed it was.

That Face….

While roaming around in bloggyland tonight I stumbled across and thought, Why not play along?  There are some adorable pictures posted, and you’re sure to get a kick out of browsing around.

I poked around in my photo files and here’s a picture of the face I love so much.  I’m guessing Tater Tot was about a year old when I took it.  I just like it and have never had a reason to post it before.


Later, taters.

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