Archive for August, 2014

Funny Thing about a Toddler…

Posted: August 30, 2014 in funny, kids, toddlers
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When a toddler falls down, and face plants, they can get up, shake it off, and keep on going.
When I do it, first I cry, then I wish I could curl up in a ball and roll away!

 

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sick

1. They are sick.

2. Great, now I’m gonna be sick.

3. All the whining and crying.

4. All my whining and crying.

5. Finding out you only have enough medicine for one dose for one kid.

6. Go to store to buy medicine, tissues and juice. Return home and realize you forgot tissues and the juice.

7. Chasing around the little ones just to wipe snotty noses.

8. Telling the older kids to pick up their mountain of snotty used tissues.

9. Telling them to wash their hands after picking up the mountain of snotty used tissues.

10. Goes ahead and picks up the mountain of snotty used tissues yourself.

11. Forgets to wash hands.

12. Wishing that someone would take care of me now that I am sick.

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Word Malfunction

Posted: August 26, 2014 in funny, kids, parenting
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My oldest daughter can be pretty funny sometimes. The best part is, she doesn’t even realize how funny she can be.

About a month ago, we were playing Just Dance 3 on the Xbox. And she wanted to take a selfie. I don’t know why, just all of a sudden had that urge. The lighting was bad in the living room so she ran off to the bathroom. She came back several minutes later to show me the pics.  All three looked about the same, she was staring into the mirror trying to look cute and all, but on every one of them, there was a spot right on her eyeball. I asked what it was, not thinking that hey lady, you need to clean that mirror once in awhile.

She started talking and instead of saying the spot on her eyeball was actually on the mirror, she called it a pupil. Now this is the funny part, instead of saying pupil she said poopil. Then she tried to correct herself, and she said it again. I was laughing so hard and in her frustration said it a third time. She yelled, pointing at her eye, “MY POOPIL”, “MY POOPIL!”  

She said it so much that it was starting to sound like poop hole. OMG I was done, I could hardly breathe at this point. Tears streaming down my face! It took me several minutes to recover, she was laughing, but I think it was mostly at me being in hysterics over a simple word malfunction.

AHHHH Good times!

 

Rejection

Posted: August 25, 2014 in funny, kids, parenting, toddlers
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12:15 p.m. Little one wakes up from nap. Wonders out of bedroom half asleep, hair in her eyes.

Me: Hi baby, come to mommy.

Baby: *looks at me and goes other way*

Me: Sissy shut your door! *sis has a sore throat, doesn’t feel good*

Baby: *Sees door is shutting, turns back to me*

Me: Come on baby, mommy wants hugs.

Baby: *turns and heads back into bedroom*

Rejection by a 14 month old at its finest…

Tom Boy VS Girly Girl

Posted: August 24, 2014 in humour, parenting
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My daughter likes to consider herself a tomboy. I think she is a girly girl. We have this discussion at least once a week, and we never agree.

First, she loves makeup. Actually, she is obsessed with makeup. I took her to the good ole dollar store yesterday and let her pick out 5 things. She was in pure Heaven!

Second, she is constantly playing with her hair. From teasing, to straightening to curling. For her last birthday, I got her a ton of hair clips, her own shampoo and conditioner, and hairspray. She was very happy.

Third, my girl is crazy about You Tube videos. All the how to do make up to how to do braids. Anything and everything that has to do with making yourself beautiful.

Fourth, she wants to go to Beauty School when she graduates. That says it right there, folks! What do you think?

Fifth, she loves being outside, riding her bike but she gets basketball and baseball confused. I mean, come on, one is big and the other one small right!

Now for her tomboy side. She says, and it is true, that she loves mud more then barbie dolls. Give her a puddle and she will make mud. Hand her a doll and she will look at you like you have lost your mind.

She picked out camoflauged shoes when we went shopping not too long ago. At the dollar store she seen camo hair clips and barretts. She was like, “those would totally go with my shoes”.

She used to wear dresses all the time, I guess when she was eight was the last time I seen her in one. Lately I can’t get her to even look at a dress. But she does want the style of shorts that all the young girls are wearing and the pretty little tank tops too.

I have to beg her to put on deodorant. Even telling her she stinks doesn’t seem to bother her, and taking a shower, well that is a whole other story!

So there you have it in a nutshell. It’s definitely a good balance between the two. I’m still going to call her my girly girl whether she likes it or not. And I will let her play in mud and wear camo if she likes.  And pray that one day she will put on deodorant without me telling her too.

 

Friday night humor

Posted: August 23, 2014 in humour, Uncategorized

Coming back from the store this evening with my oldest and my mom, we were having a little discussion about whatever, cause now I really don’t remember what it was.

We were almost home, when a squirrel decided to take his life and run out in front of me. I immediately yelled out “Squirrel” which instantly made me think of the movie National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, when the squirrel got loose in their house after Clark lost it and cut down the huge pine tree in their front yard. My mom goes “where” which then I thought of  Aunt Bethany that couldn’t hear a damn thing but she could here the squeaking noise of the furry intruder before anyone else could.

While this is all happening, everything went into slow motion and as I was getting closer I thought “I am actually gonna run over this poor little critter,” this long ass squirrel decided he wanted to live and he tucked his rear end and tail up underneath him that all of a sudden made him look like a ball of fur with 2 feet.

As I rolled passed him I looked in the rear view and he was out of sight. Needless to say, we laughed about it the rest of the ride home.

Live on little squirrel…live on.

Spaghetti for dinner

Posted: August 22, 2014 in parenting
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Daughter:  Whats for dinner?

Me:  Spaghetti

Daughter:  Ahhh! Spaghetti again!

Me:  We haven’t had it for awhile, it’s good.

Daughter:  No it’s not. It’s yucky with the noodles and the sauce and hamburger chunks.

Me:  You can still eat it. It won’t hurt you.

*looks at me like I’m nuts*

Daughter:  I’ll just eat something else.

Me:  Like what?

*no answer*

I get up and make dinner. When it’s done…

Daughter:  Ok, I’ll eat some, just the noodles tho, with cheese, no sauce.

Me:  That’s fine.  *makes bowl*  you want garlic bread right?

Daughter:  Oh no I don’t like it.

Me: *face palms*  you loved it last time…..

Mom of 1 and 10

Posted: August 19, 2014 in parenting
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Just like my name states, I am a mom of a 10 year old and a one year old. Both girls. It’s crazy right? 9 and a half years apart, what was I thinking, and with no one in between. Just down right nuts! Well, yes and no. My oldest, being an only child for so long, was somewhat easy.

1. There was no fighting about who got the most presents at Christmas time.

2. Who got more whip cream on their desserts.

3. Who gets to ride shotgun with mom to the store. It was all laid out, nice and simple. And we were a happy little family of 3.

When I found out that I was pregnant at 40, I have to be honest, I cried and I cried a lot. Oh my God! What have we gone and done? My world was turning upside down. I couldn’t believe it. But they say things happen for a reason, and I do believe every word of that.

Nine months later we welcomed our second baby girl into the world. Now the only child was a Big Sister. But I was lucky, because with the big gap in age brought in an extra pair of hands when cuddles were needed. She hardly left her side for the first week. She was in awe! And I was too.

It hasn’t been all gummy bears and lollipops. Even tho she is older there are times when the ugly head of jealousy appears. I hear,

1.You like the baby more then me. No dear, the baby just needs me more right now.

2. Why do I have to give her ALL my stuffed animals? You are not giving them to her, you are sharing.

3. Why don’t you come play a game with me when she takes her nap? Because all tho I love you like crazy, mommy needs some quiet time before she goes insane dear.

But all in all it has been a nice little roller coaster ride over the past year. Sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out when one is crying and the other is in her “mood”, we still make it through the day together. And that I wouldn’t change for the world!

 

 

Take a nap already

Posted: August 18, 2014 in humour, parenting
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My little one just turned a year this July. She is a very sweet and loving little girl. The thing is, she thinks she doesn’t need naps anymore. I miss the days where she would be up for two hours then take a nap, be up for two hours, then nap. Oh those days were so peaceful. Then the hours began to get farther apart and now she can make herself go up to eight, yes, eight hours of non stop play, before she will lay down her sleepy head and I am ready to tear my hair out!

Everyday it is the same routine. We get up around 7 then she goes down for a nap around 11, back up 30 minutes later, then it is a fight to get her to lie down before 4. First it starts with “Time for a nap”, then “Come on baby, lie down”,  and we rap it up with “just go to sleep!” Most days I just give up and let her go, crying and whining, til she just can’t go any farther.

I do look forward to 8pm tho. That is the time when she has had her bath and some warm milk, takes her paci and favorite lovie, carrot, and lies down on the bed next to me and falls alseep. A little sigh of relief passes over me. I marvel in her sweetness and kiss her little head. I then tiptoe out of the room and silently pray I don’t step on the creaky board that is right in front of the bedroom door.

I know she does not understand her mommy’s pleas for her to rest. Not to mention a break to regain my sanity. But then again, maybe she does.

 

Give me a minute!

Posted: August 16, 2014 in humour, parenting
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Give me a minute! That is all I seem to say around here. I get tired of hearing my self say those 4 words. Then when I don’t say them I think them! My family, whom I love very much, think that the world is gonna end if mom goes and does something else other than be at their beck and call 24/7.  All the time it is mom this and mom that. Can I just get a break?

I know that it won’t happen, but it is a wish I make everyday.  Sometimes I make excuses to go to the bathroom just to get a quick moment of peace, recoup, then it’s back out the door I go. Being a mom is a hard job, don’t let anyone fool ya.

Take today for instance. It’s Saturday, a day to just do whatever, but no…you are a mom and you can’t do whatever. You have to get up, change diapers, fix breakfast, change diapers, wait for everyone else to rise, fix more breakfast, change more diapers. The list is endless and I could go on, but I think you get the point.

When the day is over, when all little brats and big brats are in bed I set back, put my feet up and think Lord I have to do this all again tomorrow! <sob>