Favorite Pictures of the Day

Bubbles...

$1 worth of bubbles and an $8 bubble machine, another 30 minutes of fun!

Tom Sawyer has nothing on me

Now if only I could give them real paint and have them work on all my projects.




For those of you who are so inclined. Giving your little ones real paint brushes with buckets of water and letting them have at it on your backyard fence, equals 30 minutes to an hour of good fun!

Little Girl

My darlin daughter is now a sassy two year old. Then again, she was always sassy, now she's verbally sassy!
She got in trouble at school 2 weeks ago and was brought to me for a talking to. She had thrown a toy at a friend and wouldn't apologize. Now I don't believe in making a barely 2 year old say "Sorry", however, I do think she should be a little remorseful and at least try to make it up to the other child with a hug or such.
When I was speaking to her, I said in my most menacing mommy voice, "V. look at me."
Do you know what that little stinker did? She lift her chin up and kept her eyes squeezed shut! I tried again, "V. look at me!" I got the same response. I gave her a whack on her rump and brought her to the child she hurt and told her friend to tell V. "No!" The look of joy on this little girl's face when I told her to tell V. no was priceless.
I tend to feel sorry for my little bit. Other kids don't get in trouble until the afternoon when they get picked up. Both of my kids get in trouble on the spot. I guess that's what happens when your mother works in your school!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again.... that little girl is going to give me a run for my money.

The right one

Now that summer is here, I'm going to get to spend a lot more one on one time with T. Last week, T. was with me running errands and we got to talking about marriage. (Now please remember my child is 3 3/4) He asked me why Mike and I got married, and I told him that we loved each other and were ready to start a family so we got married. "But Mommy, WHY did you marry Daddy?" "Well, T. because Daddy was the right one."
This answer seemed to suffice for the time being. During the course of the day, T. was talking about a time when he will be a daddy and all the grown up things he'll do, like drink coffee and wine, and use tools. I then asked him, "T. if you're going to be a daddy, who are you going to marry?"
Bless his heart, he replied with "You Mommy. I'm going to marry you."
"Oh, honey, you can't marry me, I'm your mommy."
"But, Mommy, you're the right one."
Oh how that melted my heart.
I need to keep this story close by and remember what a sweetheart he was at 3, when he becomes a pain-in-the-ass teenager.

Wow, where has the time gone?

Is what I've been asking myself daily. I have been completely remiss in any posting attempts this year. Frankly, my only excuse is that I've been absolutely exhausted. Mike is forever out of town, and working full time, raising two children, and running a house have consummed my time, well that and Facebook!
Now that summer is here and I've found my camera battery, I hope to start posting alot. We've had some much happen! We went to Disney in April, Vivi turned 2 in May, Grandma has come to live in the area for a year for work. All good and wonderful things. On my honor, I will try my best to keep up with posting over the summer. We'll see how it goes!

Wild Thing

This week at school we are hosting the week of the young child and the theme is Where The Wild Things Are. Yesterday afternoon we dressed as wild things and held our own "wild rumpus". My boy had SO much fun! He is such a character and gets so involved in dress up and make believe. Baby girl was not apart of the rumpus due to nap time. I must say, I had a great time fixing his hair and making his face "wild"! Enjoy Little Bear's costume!

The Nutcracker

My darlin' son had an accident this afternoon on his way to the bathroom. He very quickly took off all his clothes and placed them into the washing machine per mommy's instructions. Well, when you are 3 nothing is better than being naked. T. proceeded to dance around and enjoy the breeze. I looked over and he had found an old nutcracker in the drawer.
"Mommy, what's this?"
(laughing from the sheer irony of it all) "It's a nutcracker honey."
"A nutcracker! What's that for?"
(still giggling) "Well, it's to crack nuts. Do you want to crack some nuts?"
"Yeah! Nutcracker, nutcracker, nutcracker.." That's when the full booty shaking dance started, right in front of my sliding glass door, where no drapes were pulled. My neighbors must think I'm a fabulous mother.
Oh, and that's when my daughter insisted she take off her shirt and dance with T.
Perfect.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Have a Happy St. Patty's Day!
Looks like my daughter's had one too many green beers this afternoon!

What I want to be when I grow up

T. has been studying community helpers this month at school. Today, his teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, a job description, and how much he would be paid.
My darling son's response:
Job: I want to be a grown up.
Description: I can use bad words.
Compensation: I want to get paid 2 moneys.

Hmm, I guess he was really listening last night after I said GD and explained that, yes I had used a bad word, and when you're a grown up, you can use bad words too.
I am mother of the year.

A family of rock stars?

Look what my husband's been up too. I wonder if they'll make enough money to pay for college? We could be like the Partridge Family and even have a super groovy bus. Uncle Jason would be so proud!

A striped bow tie

That is all T. has been asking for since November. The reason is, he got very upset one day when V. was wearing a bow in her hair. He asked for one and Mike wasn't too keen on the idea.
"Boy's don't wear bows in their hair."
T.'s reply, "But I want a bow!", said through screams and tears.
Mommy to the rescue! "Boy's do wear bows. They were bow ties." So my little man since then has been adamant that he wants a bow tie, a STRIPED bow tie.
Fast forward to this past Saturday night. We were in Barnes and Noble and my son was again adamant that he buy a bow tie. After realizing there was none to be had, he looked a Mike and said: "I'll go ask someone where they are!" Sure enough he walked right over to an employee and said: "Excuse me. Where are the striped bow ties?"
I was dying! I couldn't keep a straight face. Luckily the sales clerk there was a very nice guy and let my boy down easy. I was so impressed with how well he maneuvered the situation. He even used his manners! I must be doing something right.

Himself's new job

T. was looking at a picture of our new Commander in Chief.
"T. who is that?"
"That's Obama."
"What's his job?"
"To clean up the trash."
Out of the mouth of babes.

Oops!

I've been meaning to write this down for well over a month now. One late afternoon, as Mike and I were attempting to get the kids in coats and out the door, we were gently ribbing each other. At this point I have NO idea what brought me to say this under my breath to Mike, but I mutter to him "Yeah, Butt Pirates."
Guess who heard me? You got it! T! He then started yelling, "Yeah Daddy! Let's be Butt Pirates! Let's hide in the closet and be Butt Pirates!"
I was laughing so hard I about peed myself. Mike didn't find this so amusing. Especially after I went outside and came back in and low and behold, they were in the closet. Mike came out and said with his all too patronizing tone: "Look Mommy, we're in the closet just like T. wanted and we're Butt Pirates."

I wonder how much therapy my kids are going to need?

Girly Girl

I have a feeling Little Miss V. is going to be far girlier than I ever was. She is already into fashion, princesses, and Tinkerbell.
But, she adores her brother and emulates him.
Right now, when she tries to use her potty, she stands in front of it and lifts her shirt. Just like T. I wonder if I'm going to have to inform her that she doesn't have a penis???????

Fashionistas

Both my children have become fashionistas. My darlin daughter now chooses her own shoes. My darlin son has a shoe fetish. He tends to prefer crocs, but also has a thing for boots.
Check out my the new foot wear they both chose two weekends ago!

Magina

What is a magina you ask? I'll tell you. It's what my son was SCREAMING that he wanted the other night, after I told him he'll never have one because he's a boy.

Little girl is interested in potty training right now. The way our bathrooms work up stairs is that they are all connected. So T. was sitting on his toilet, V. on her potty, and Mommy on the other. We got into a conversation about penis's. When he realized that neither his sister nor his mother has one he asked the name of our parts.
"T. all girls have a vagina, and all boys have a penis."
"I want a magina!"
Then the tears ensued and I had to call Mike to calm him down. How proud was my husband when he had to talk to his only son about being proud of his penis.

SNOW!

Finally we got the white stuff! Can you believe they canceled school for the possiblity of 2 to 4 inches! Gotta love the Midatlantic Region!


T. got to make a snow angel and attempt a snowman. Unfortunalty it was not good packing snow, so no luck there. V. was completely unhappy in the snow, until we broke out the sled. Then it was all smiles and giggles!
Enjoy the pics.

Out of the mouth of babes

Mike just walked out the door, and T. asked "Mommy, where's daddy going?"
"To the ABC store."
"Is he going to buy some letters?"

"Yes, T. he sure is!"
(For those who live out of state, the ABC store is the liquor store!)

A Thanksgiving Story

I've been remiss in updating. I've got several things and pictures I've wanted to blog about but the time just seems to leave me! Here is a story from Thanksgiving I've been meaning to post for a while!

Little Bear made a turkey headband at school the week before Thanksgiving. On it was pictures of Pilgrims, Native Americans, the Mayflower, corn, berries, you get the idea. This is the precursor to the rest of the story... T. was running around the house telling Mike he wanted to be a princess. Mike feeling very upset that his little boy wanted to be a princess informed him that he had to be a prince. Well, this set off tears and protests from my boy. "I want to be a princess!" So, being the ingenious mommy that I am, suggested that he be a King, the King of Thanksgiving and wear his afore mentioned crown. That seemed to pacify both parties.
The next thing that I hear as he is marching around the house wearing his "King Hat", is: "You go to MY CHURCH!" It took me a few minutes to realize what in the hell he was talking about. He was acting out the Thanksgiving story. He then recited: "And the Pilgrims said "NO WAY!".
Whenever I get frustrated with earning NO money these days, I just remember him reciting the Thanksgiving story in his own way and realize that it is money well spent.