Baby Spit Is The New Black

Guh

2011-12-16T09:36:00.000-08:00

Last night was the preschool Christmas show for the two littlest girls. BabyGirl sang her heart out and rang her bells with gusto. Peanut recited her lines for "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" pretty well for a kid who refused to practice.

Then we got to the car and it was dead. So there was a scramble to stay warm and call Triple A while Husband tried to fix it and Grampy came to ferry kids home.

And I guess, in all that shuffle and scramble, perhaps their performances got lost a little, because this morning Peanut asked me this:

"Mommy, you know my show? My show with my friends? Was it....was it...was it...proud making?"

I told her it was the best show I'd ever seen. Very proud making.

Sometimes, even when they don't mean to, your kids can break your heart.

Blame

2011-11-20T21:55:00.000-08:00

So today I found two acts of vandalism in my home.

There was drawing on a step stool and the interior of a book shelf had a tic tac toe game and some scribbling on it.

Underneath both were the words "Peanuts falt."

I'm not sure exactly how dense StinkyMan thinks we are.

But I still laughed.

Flowders

2011-11-14T10:23:00.000-08:00

I just have to write it down, so that I never, ever, ever forget, that BabyGirl cannot say "flower" but calls them "flowders" instead.

It's just the cutest thing in the world and I want to hang on to it forever as her babydom washes away and is being replaced by little girl.

Not enough bling

2011-10-24T13:18:00.000-07:00

Peanut was a little bit disappointed in her visit to the dentist today.

She has no cavities, got some yummy mouthwash and toothpaste, a cool tooth holder for lost teeth, a new tooth brush and some floss.

That was all well and good. Except for one thing:

"Mommy! How come I didn't get any bracelets on my teeth?!"

I guess she's been listening to her big sister worry about getting braces and simply can't understand why anyone wouldn't want some shiny bracelets.

Four is such a fun age.

Gold

2011-10-22T10:44:00.000-07:00

This morning I caught Peanut with a sheen on her lips that can only come from one place.

"Peanut," I said sternly, "have you been in my lipstick?"

"No," she said, but she looked guilty. Plus there was a gold over gloss on her lips.

"I think you have." I responded.

"No, I haven't."

"You have very shiny lips. It looks like lipstick."

"NO! That's just from licking my lips!"

"I don't think so. It's lipstick. I can tell."

"NO! IT'S NOT! IT'S FROM LICKING MY LIPS!" Hysteria is winning, because she knows she is sunk.

"Well, unless your spit is gold, you are lying to me and that is lipstick."

"NO!" She crosses her arms defiantly and scowls. "My spit IS gold, Mama. You're wrong."

After I stopped laughing I put her in the corner.

Compound Words

2011-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:00

StinkyMan is learning about compound words at school. He finds them fascinating and for days as been randomly asking me if certain words are compound words or just two separate words.

So at the dinner table he wanted to go around the table and everyone had to say a compound word. "Except BabyGirl" he said "because she is too little."

So he started: Gumball

Mommy: Cupcake

Curly: lunchbox

Peanut: peanut butter (she doesn't quite get it)

Husband: driveway

And then the order got lost and it was just a flurry of shouted out compound (and not so compound) words:

Schoolhouse!

Butterball!

iPhone!

butterfly!

ladybug!

chocolate milk!

rattlesnake!

earthquake!

grasshopper!

seashell!

babysit!

hamburger!

candy corn!

forklift!

Then there was a lull as we all stopped to think a bit.

And the tiniest little voice, from the tiniest little family member at the table, all of three years old, said oh-so-softly "Basketball."

Yeah. She might be smart.

It could have been a coincidence.

But we're going to go with genius instead.

Mr. P to the Rescue

2011-10-11T11:02:00.001-07:00

Not so long ago I mentioned that my kids are gung ho to try chopsticks, but end up admitting defeat every time.

Well, a long time friend of my dad's , Mr. Palmer (and yes, I know I can call you Jim now and no, that is never going to happen) happens to know the secret to rigging up some kid friendly chopsticks and was kind enough to send us some.

The kids LOVE them and have used them twice now very successfully and with great glee.

Thanks Mr. P!

Easy Dinner

2011-10-08T19:59:00.000-07:00

Today was a lazy Saturday. I slept in, did the bare minimum in housework, played with the kids and before I knew it, it was dinner time.

Husband had locked himself upstairs in our room to watch baseball (Go Rangers!) so dinner was just for the kids and myself. And I wasn't hungry.

Fact #1- I'm not cooking a full on meal for four short people who probably won't like or appreciate most if it anyway.

Fact #2- It was late and I'd totally lapsed in the dinner prep department.

Fact #3- I'll do anything to avoid cooking.

So I went with a standby that my kids adore. I heated up some soup, then threw this in the middle of the table:

Then I just let them pick at it like a buffet of finger foods. They think it's super cool and it adds up to almost no cooking (except the soup) and very few dishes. Super easy, super healthy, super fun. Everybody wins!

It's a boy!

2011-10-03T21:10:00.000-07:00

My friend Heather is going to have a baby boy after having 3 girls. I needed a good way to tell her she is in for an entirely different ride than with her daughters. I stood at my computer, chatting with her online, trying to think of what to say.

Just then, like a messenger of boyhood, StinkyMan arrived at my side and said "Hey Mommy! Look at this! I can lick my armpit!" He then proceeded to do exactly that.

Congratulations, Heather. This is what you have to look forward to.

Life expectancy

2011-09-20T10:11:00.000-07:00

Peanut: Mommy, when I marry Ryan will you buy me a wedding dress?

Mommy: Sure, Baby. I'll buy you a wedding dress.

Peanut: Oh thank you, Mommy. Try not to be dead then, okay?

Mommy: Uh, I'll work on it.

Huh?

2011-08-24T07:53:00.000-07:00

BabyGirl: I want toilet paper and pretzels.

Make of that combination what you will. It took me a bit.

She meant "I want drawing paper and a pencil."

They are just so cute when they are still learning all the right words.

Date Day

2011-08-23T07:02:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I took the two big kids on our annual "Summer is almost over and we will be done driving each other crazy" dates.

Up first was Curly. We indulged in some pampering, her yearly choice. We both got orange sherbet colored toes and she got a fancy flower and her nails painted too. When we were finished, she got a milkshake, I got a Diet Coke. It was great and we had a very nice time.

After I dropped Curly at her friend's house it was StinkyMan's turn (and yay for Grammy who babysat the littlest ones for me.) He, of course, opted to go to Chuck E Cheese, where he proceeded to blow through eighty coins in about an hour. He spent most of his time on one game in particular and got quite good, managing to earn well over two hundred tickets.

When we were finished, I needed to run an errand. He was less than thrilled and I felt guilty. After all, Mommy/Son date time was not supposed to be about me.

As we drove to the craft store StinkyMan spotted the mall. "Mommy?" he said in that super cute, 6 year old boy voice that melts my heart, "Can we ride the escalators at the mall?"

I debated. I really didn't want to go to the mall. But really, what a sweet, simple request. As moms, we say no to so much. Why say no to this?

"You want to go now to ride the escalators at the mall as part of your Mommy/Stinkyman time?"

"Yeah. I like riding them."

"Okay, sure. Yes. We can do that!"

He was so excited I felt bad for ever even considering saying no. So we ran the errand and headed to the mall.

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Five trips total, or ten "rides" as StinkyMan called it. We laughed, we raced, we even tried to go down the up escalator.

A few older ladies were watching us, as well as one grandpa-ish looking gentleman. We got several smiles of approval. One lady asked if we were done shopping and so I told her why we were there. She thought that was just about the sweetest thing she'd ever heard.

When we were finished, StinkyMan held my hand as we skipped back to the car. He was so happy and I was, too, because I felt like a good mommy.

But mostly I was happy because I said yes. Sometimes I think I should say yes more often. No is sometimes easier, but yes? Yes can definitely be better.

Chopsticks

2011-08-22T10:05:00.000-07:00

The other night Husband was out of town as usual and the children and I decided to indulge in some Chinese takeout for dinner.

The kids are all into trying to use chopsticks with little to no success. It's messy and unproductive and they usually give up quickly and switch to forks.

But this time Curly was determined to give it a real go. After about twenty minutes of trying her very best and getting very little rice into her mouth she said "I don't know how Chinese people get anything done if it takes this long to eat every time. I'd be sitting at the table all day long!"

Practice makes perfect...but in our house Chinese food takes forks.

Summer training

2011-08-16T13:02:00.000-07:00

A mom down the street and I have had a Facebook back to school countdown going all summer. At least once a week one or the other of us has posted a status update that has to to with how many days are left until school begins again.

Yesterday, Curly wanted to have other mom's daughter N come over and play. With six kids in the house and me still recovering from a semi unsuccessful weekend at the lake, I was not in the mood for any extra demands on me.

"Fine." I said "She can come over. BUT no sitting there with the TV on, no begging me for food or art projects, I don't want anything that causes me extra work. At all."

She nodded somberly. "OK" and ran off to fetch N from her house.

A few minutes later I received this hilarious Facebook message from N's mom:

Curly and N are getting ready to leave my house and Curly tells N "One thing. We can't ask my mom for anything. Nothing. She said we can't." And N goes "That's OK. My mom said I have to leave her alone. I'm not aloud to talk to her for a while."

I laughed. So glad to know I'm not the only one.

It only took us all summer to train them so well.

Preschooler

2011-08-15T20:06:00.000-07:00

Tonight I put my baby in bed for the last time.

You see, tomorrow, she won't be a baby anymore.

She will be a preschooler.

I know, I know. At nearly three years old, she really hasn't been a baby for a while.

But she's MY baby.

And this mama is struggling a little bit.

She's the last one.

We're done with diapers. We're done with endless free days. Baby talk is over.

We're in the big time now.

Preschool.

I told myself it was no big deal. I was sure I would not cry. The last one in school is cause for celebration, right?

But when I tucked her in tonight, amongst her dollies and her Buzzy Bee Pillow Pet, I was already a little teary.

And I kissed a baby goodnight for the last time.

Because tomorrow she wakes up a preschooler.

And this mama isn't ready.

Singing in the Rain, er Sprinklers

2011-08-05T17:09:00.000-07:00

Yesterday when the backyard sprinklers came on the two littlest girls came running.

"Mommy! Can we play in the sprinklers?!" shouted Peanut while BabyGirl just bounced up and down next to her.

"Sure. That's fine." I said and they ran off, presumably to get their swim suits.

So you can imagine my surprise when they turned up a few moments later in their slickers and rain boots, ready to get wet.

Super, super cute.

Blessed

2011-07-17T12:04:00.000-07:00

After a big sneeze from BabyGirl, Peanut announced. "Ugh. She just blessed all over me!"

I guess that's one way to look at it.

Tragic

2011-07-07T08:00:00.000-07:00

Just so you are aware, there is nothing more tragic, more cry worthy, than the following things:

Your sister getting the pink bowl.

Your brother sitting in "your" spot: the one you didn't want until he sat in it.

Not getting the right spoon.

Having to watch the wrong Wow Wow Wubbzy on TV.

Not getting to go anywhere in a day.

Having to swim in your backyard pool with your family.

Having to take turns.

Not having cookies in the house.

Having the wrong cookies in the house.

Getting stuck with the orange popsicle.

Being made to play outside on the giant play structure in your yard.

Not getting to be the Super Mario character you want when you play pretend with your siblings.

Not getting the avatar you want on Just Dance.

Getting the avatar you want on Just Dance, but not getting it in the color you wanted.

Not getting to be Player 1 on Just Dance.

Not getting to choose the song you want on Just Dance.

Having to clean pretty much anything, anytime, anywhere, ever.

Having to take a shower (no, the pool alone doesn't count as a giant bathtub)

Having to comb your hair.

Having to look for your shoes.

Having to go brush your teeth.

Having to go to bed.

They are putting out the school supplies at Target already. I know I'm not the only mom who stared wistfully at the new backpacks and began to count the days. In fact, all the moms I caught in that aisle had the same look of quiet desperation mixed with longing hopefulness: the look that comes with excessive exposure to bickering, crying and general summer-itis.

Is it the end of August yet?

Sweet

2011-07-05T09:04:00.001-07:00

Having seen far too many snippets of her big sister's Disney programming, Peanut posited this question:

"Mommy, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Uhhhhh, I don't know. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about that I love you!"

Awwwww.

"Well I'm thinking that I love you too, so we were thinking the same thing!"

"YAY!"

Puppy Cupcakes

2011-06-26T21:48:00.000-07:00

And no, by puppy cupcakes I do not mean cupcakes made out of puppies, as StinkyMan suggested, clearly delighted by his own joke. Nor are they cupcakes for puppies. In fact they would make your puppy quite sick.

No, these cuties were for a puppy themed birthday party. I saw a picture and thought "I can do that!" and started planning. Here is the end result:

Sweet, right?

Want the step by step?

OK, well, step 1: Make your cupcakes and your icing. Mine are chocolate, with butter cream frosting.

Step 2. After they've cooled, cut a hole out of your cupcake and put a donut hole in it (I had to shave some of the sides of the donut hole off)

Frost away! (I used Wilton tip 18)

I was going to make fondant for tongues and ears, though in the picture I saw I thought the ears looked more like fruit roll up. My ever so clever friend Sandy over at Modern Simplicity suggested rolled out caramels and that the tongue could be made out of rolled out pink Starburst candies. Both solutions sounded much easier than making a batch of fondant. Thanks Sandy!

I discovered after about 6 cupcakes worth of tongues and ears, it's MUCH easier if you cut the Starbursts and caramels in half before you roll them out. That makes them much easier to shape and more to scale for the cupcake.

I used mini M&M's for the eyes. I did put extra frosting under the ears to help them stick.

And finally, a jelly bean nose on top of the frosted donut hole:

Almost too cute to eat! Happy Birthday Amelia!

Misspoken

2011-06-23T07:35:00.000-07:00

It really couldn't be cuter that BabyGirl thinks bananas are called "Go-nanas" and that the panties she likes to pretend she knows how to wear are called "champies."

Champies could be cuter if she stopped showing them to everyone, everywhere, all the time, though.

Happy Father's Day

2011-06-19T16:39:00.000-07:00

Happy Father's Day to:

My Dad, for being a great dad, who reads my blog faithfully, finds my kids as amusing as I do and who always comes through in a pickle. Actually, he even comes through when there is not a pickle. Thanks Dad!

My Husband, the best man I know. You are a fantastic dad. You always knew I wanted to be a mother and I knew you'd be a great father. I was wrong. I couldn't even have begun to imagine the kind of wonderful father you are. Thank you.

My Father- in-law, who has always treated me less like a daughter-in-law and more like a daughter. Who is also always willing to pitch in to help and has done so quite often. I am lucky in the in-law department, I know.

My friend Lance, who does it all and then some, many days with a heavy heart. Rochelle is most proud of you, my friend, as am I. We all are.

To all the boys I've watched become men, both friends and family, who then went from just men to husbands and fathers. You all impress me. Every last one of you. Your evolution from the kids I knew to the men you are has been amazing.

Happy Fathers Day to Everyone. May you be loved this day and every day. And if you are a father of someone in my life, please know that you are loved, this day and every day.

Lucky

2011-06-14T23:09:00.001-07:00

Peanut: Mommy?

Mommy: Hmmmmm?

Peanut: I'm super lucky, huh?

Mommy: You are? Why?

Peanut: Because lots of people love me.

Mommy: Yes, you are very lucky that way.

Peanut: You are lucky too, because lots of people love you too!

Mommy: Thank you, Baby.

Peanut: They just love me a little bit more because I'm just a little bit cuter than you.

You know, it's really hard to argue with her. She is really, really cute.

And apparently she knows it!

Not cool

2011-06-12T20:40:00.000-07:00

When I was younger my father used to torture my sister and I by making us listen to The Everly Brothers in the car. To this day I have an unreasonable hatred of the song "Wake Up Little Susie."

However, I am no better, I suspect (though my choice of music is. Sorry Dad!)

It was just my Curly and I on a 90 minute drive a few weeks ago and in flipping radio stations as we lost the pre-programmed ones, I found some songs here and there that are simply, well, awesome. She was unimpressed with "One" by U2, "Dreams" by the Cranberries and Coolio's "1,2,3,4"

Then, one of the best dance songs ever came on.

"OOOOHHHH!" I said, turning it up. "Curly Girly, this song is awesome!"

After all, who could NOT love Will Smith's "Gettin' Jiggy Wit' It", right?

My child, as it turns out.

"Who is this?" she asked. "And what does jiggy mean?"

"Just go with it." I said, dancing along in the driver's seat.

She did not dance along in the back.

In an effort to gain her interest I decided to try to get her to relate to the song.

"Well, you know who Willow Smith is, right?"

"Oh, yeah! 'Whip My Hair'" she says excitedly.

"Right! Well this is her DAD!"

Deafening silence from the backseat.

And with that single sentence, I lost every chance I had of her ever thinking any of my music is cool, ever. Because I am old and so is Willow Smith's dad. Because dads are no cooler than moms, even famous dads of famous kids.

At least my music was good, unlike The Everly Brothers.

Optional labor

2011-06-11T09:15:00.001-07:00

"Hey, I'm going to need you guys to do the dishwasher here in a minute."

StinkyMan: Uh, no thanks, Mommy.

Well, at least he was polite.

And he just learned that sometimes even being polite doesn't work.

Joy

2011-05-29T21:54:00.000-07:00

"Mommy?" says the voice of my 4 year old from the backseat.

"Yes, my Peanut?"

"I'm happy today!"

It's said with such glee, such true joy, that it just filled my heart. There were no qualifiers. She hadn't gotten any candy or gone anywhere special. She was just especially happy and wanted to share.

Those moments, those tiny, seemingly insignificant events, are so much of what makes this Mommy gig so freakin' worthwhile.

"I'm glad, Baby. I'm happy too."

And I was.

Peace Out, Baby!

2011-05-26T09:16:00.000-07:00

Curly's BFF had a birthday last week and I had the honor of making her party cupcakes. I also had the misfortune of a giant migraine that day, so they didn't come out quite the way I wanted. In the end, the birthday girl loved them and so did her mom and that's all that matters.

I was going for a peace/tie dye/ flower power for an 8 year old feel. I didn't quite get there. Next time. They did taste good though. I know because I ALWAYS make enough so I can sample.

Next cake project is end of the school year gifts. I have an idea...we'll see how it come out.

Just Do It

2011-05-18T13:05:00.000-07:00

Because Potty Training is NOT a spectator sport.

I've tried to let it be. It worked with Peanut. Without any real effort on my part, she learned to use the toilet. One day she announced she was going to go use the restroom. She peed in the toilet and that was pretty much it. She was done with diapers and barely needed pull-ups. It took no time at all and was no work for me whatsoever.

BabyGirl? Yeah, no, she's not going to make it easy.

Mommy: Let's go potty!

BabyGirl: No. No go potty.

She's not even being sassy. She's just stating a fact. Nope, I'm not going potty. She's really quite sweet about it.

I guess it's time to get serious, but really, I don't wanna. I've potty trained MORE than my fair share of kids between teaching 2 year olds for years, being a nanny, a mom and a babysitter. I just want a magic wand.

Except then maybe she's not a baby anymore. That's no good either.

And therein lies the problem, of course. I don't want to change her diapers anymore, but I also don't want her to be big. And potty trained equals big.

Of course, potty trained also equals preschool. I love preschool.

Hmmmmmm.

I guess I'll do it, but you can't make me like it.

Well, OK, I'll like the results but you can't make me love it.

And least she's still MY baby, even if she's not A baby, right?

Oh

2011-05-17T09:22:00.000-07:00

You know you are a stay home mom who rarely leaves the house or the car when you are folding laundry and realize you have more "bum around the house" clothes than "be seen in public" clothes.

This is not how I intended to be. I was going to be that cute stay at home mom, the one who was thin and darling with cute clothes and cute hair to match the cute kids.

Huh.

Well, I got the cute kid part right. Better get on with the rest of it.

I'm not a total slouch. I don't wear pajama pants all day, every day. I shower and get dressed. I do wear jeans more or less daily. I have a friend who gave up jeans for Lent. I would never survive that. I have OK tops, nothing special. The nicer ones I do save for when I go out. Bit by bit I'm getting a little thinner.

But I'd say at least half the time the hair gets pulled back and the make-up never goes on and there is a general sense of not quite having had the time to take care of me.

That has to end. For me. I'm sure Husband would appreciate the effort too, though he's not one to complain. Mommy mode is too easy. And it comes with built in excuses, but really there is no excuse for not being as good on the outside as I feel on the inside.

On the inside, I am a confident mom. I'm good at it. I watch twin babies 4 days a week and you know what? I'm good at that too. I've grown leaps and bounds in the kitchen. I think I'm a pretty good wife. I try to be a good daughter and I think I'm a good friend. OK, my housekeeping sucks, but we can't all be perfect. I am happy with who I am inside.

I need to match the outside with the inside.

Time to get started. First up, closet weeding. Out with the old, and time to find some new.

We'll see how it goes.

Doctor, Doctor

2011-05-11T08:00:00.000-07:00

To Peanut's great delight we have a stethoscope that actually works. She discovered this with glee yesterday, running around listening the chest of every person in the house. After she listened to mine, she delivered some bad news.

"Your heart is very broken." She was quite solemn. "It's in bad shape."

"Oh dear." I was shocked. "Very bad shape?"

"Yes. It's doesn't look like a heart anymore. It's a circle now."

"What are we going to do?"

"I will call the hospital on my phone. They will come and fix it." Apparently on the other end of Tinkerbell phones are magical, mobile hospitals. "Yes, hello. This lady has a circle heart. Come fix it please."

"Look here is the hospital!" I announced when a completely unaware-of-the-game BabyGirl came into the room.

"Fix her, Hospital! Her heart is broken!"

BabyGirl wandered off, I guess in search of a less round heart, perhaps.

"I will do it!" declared Dr. Peanut, waving around a plastic shot. "I have the shotter. I will give you 2 shots and your heart will not be broken anymore!"

Amazingly one shot in each arm seemed to do the trick. "I can feel my heart getting fixed!" I affirmed.

Putting the stethoscope back to my chest she nodded. "Yes, it's a heart again. You are all better."

Wonder what the bill is for doctor who makes house calls in a Princess gown and fancy shoes with a Tinker Bell phone?

Smarter

2011-05-03T07:56:00.000-07:00

Every day StinkyMan and I joke about how he's allowed to go to school, but he is NOT allowed to learn anything. Every day he tells me that he will learn something and I make a big fake fuss about how that is totally unacceptable.

When he comes home and tells me about his day, I always ask him if he learned anything. When he says he did, I throw up my hands in mock frustration and say "WHAT?! You'd better quit that learning business. Pretty soon you'll be smarter than Daddy and me and we can't have that!" He laughs every time and goes on his merry way to whatever he's going to do to relax.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday I said "Hey! What have I told you about that learning stuff? You'd better stop. I can't have you getting smarter than me!"

He paused, looked at me somberly and said, not unkindly, "Mommy, I think I might already be smarter than you." Then he went to play the Wii.

Apparently, not only am I not smarter than a 5th grader, I'm not even as smart as my kindergartner!

Hop Hop

2011-04-28T09:18:00.000-07:00

The reason there is a two year old screaming "HOP! HOP!" at the top of her lungs in front of my refrigerator is because I won't let her have her chocolate Easter bunny. Apparently that is so mean, so traumatic that she has forgotten the word "bunny" and has been reduced to a puddle of tears and incoherent wailing and lots of "HOP! HOP! HOOOOOOOOOOP!"

Last minute basket goody

2011-04-23T11:51:00.000-07:00

Last year I made these and posted them. I got a lot of positive feedback on them and many people said they wanted to try to make them this year. So I was going to post them earlier as a reminder.

Yeah. I forgot. Oops. It's still doable, especially if you have most of the supplies at home or live near a store that has everything you need, like Walmart. They were a big hit last year and it's nice to throw something in their baskets that's not total junk.

Happy Easter everyone!

Okay, Then.

2011-04-22T08:33:00.000-07:00

"Sometimes I wish I was a toilet."

And sometimes, Mommy just doesn't want to know.

BabyGirl Says

2011-04-14T15:34:00.000-07:00

She is just at that age where she says the cutest things. Soon, too soon for me, she will have a much better command of the English Language, but I want to remember her baby speak forever.

Bacon is called "blankets." As in "Hava blankets, peese?"

When I give her a cup of milk or change her diaper she says "Thank you milk!" or "Thank you diaper!"

She loves to dance to Just Dance on the Wii. Her favorite avatar? The flowers....which she calls "salad."

Every time she leaves the room or goes outside she says "Bye! Happy Day! I luf you!" And every time, it melts my heart.

Yogurt is called Whoa-gurt, even though she is perfectly capable of saying her Y sounds.

When she wants us to really pay attention she says " Wookit da baby" which means "Look at the baby."

Tangerines or "rines" are her favorite thing to eat and she devours several a day.

When she says "goodnight" to her sisters she says "Night Night, Peanut" or "Night Night, Curly" but when she says goodnight to her brother she often says "Night Night, My StinkyMan" which is another heart melter.

"Go brush your teeth" has become one word: Gabeesh. As in "Time to put on your pajamas and gabeesh." She loves to gabeesh and makes a mighty fine mess trying to get the paste on the brush if she is left unsupervised.

Going to bed means it's "Time to find Buzzy." Buzzy is her bumblebee Pillow Pet and she squeals in delight as if she is really surprised to find him in her bed every single time.

I just don't want to forget her littleness.

Love

2011-04-09T17:05:00.000-07:00

Peanut: Mommy, I love you all the time.

Mommy: I love you all the time, too.

Peanut: I love you 6 pounds Mommy!

Mommy: Is that a lot?

Peanut: It's as much as my pounds.

Mommy: Pretty close! I love you 6 pounds too.

Peanut: Is that as much pounds as you?

Mommy: Uh, no.

Crisis

2011-04-07T10:49:00.000-07:00

So everyone knows what a midlife crisis is. And now I guess there is something called a quarter life crisis, where 25 year olds everywhere are freaking out. Now if you ask me that just means that they've figured out they are grownups now and it's time to act like it, but that's just me.

So what is the crisis called when a 4 year old doesn't want to get old? It's Peanut's newest worry. She seems to think that once you have babies, you get old.

"Mommy, why are you old?"

"I'm old?"

"Yes, because you had babies and got old."

"Is Daddy old?"

"No, just you."

Gee, thanks kid.

But her conundrum lies in the fact that she wants to have babies one day, but then she will be old, which she doesn't want. Tuesday she sat on the couch moaning and groaning about not wanting to get old for 20 full minutes before I was able to distract her.

Her solution? She's just going to be Sleeping Beauty when she grows up. That sounds like a great plan to her. And her little friends from school are going to be Ariel, Cinderella and Belle and they are all going to live together at DisneyLand.

100 years of sleep? Sounds like a good gig to me. Plus, apparently, she'll never get old that way.

Unlike me.

StinkyMan is 6!

2011-03-29T20:40:00.000-07:00

All my kids have birthdays every year (duh!) but really only two bother me. One is BabyGirl because with each year that passes my baby becomes less and less of a baby. The other is StinkyMan, who turned 6 at 12:44 this morning.

I don't know why it is that it bothers me. Perhaps because he is my only boy. Perhaps it is because I am afraid that we are too rapidly heading towards that time when he will want to snuggle with his Mommy less, be more conservative with his hugs and show less love just because he feels it in his heart. A time when sausage for breakfast doesn't warrant a shriek of glee, an extra story at night is the greatest treat ever and Mommy isn't the best singer in the whole world. A time when he knows better than I do, I'm too lame to pick out his clothes and chocolate milk doesn't fix everything.

No, I don't want my baby boy to grow up. I had to swallow a lump in my throat last night when I tucked him in a 5 year old, knowing he would awaken a 6 year old.

Thank goodness I have 364 days until I have to face it again.

Angry Faces

2011-03-23T10:36:00.000-07:00

Peanut and her beloved Grammy took a little trip to the gardening section of Home Depot together. While Grammy studied flower pots, Peanut studied the pansies.

"Why," she asked, with all the innocence of the 4 year old that she is "do they all have angry faces?"

It took Grammy a minute to see it. Do you see it? Look again.

Awwwwwwwww.

Cupcake success!

2011-03-14T09:04:00.000-07:00

My niece is getting married and I had the honor, along with her other aunties, of throwing her shower this weekend. We made a yummy chicken salad, had fruit and bread and the dessert, well, that was up to me:

I was so happy with the way my flowerpot cupcakes came out. I had done a test run and had been less than thrilled with the end result. But by using multiple colors and fewer leaves (and pushing the leaves quite far down into the pot) the effect came out great! Several guests told me at first glance they thought there were flowers on the table. Better yet, people thought they tasted really good. Best of all, my niece loved them too.

Next time I want to try to make edible leaves. We shall see how that goes! I love my relatively new hobby and hope to keep learning new skills and trying new things!

Night Night

2011-03-09T21:32:00.000-08:00

Overheard-

Stinkyman: Night, night, sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite, BabyGirl.

BabyGirl: Night Night My StinkyMan. I love you!

StinkyMan: I love you too. Get good sleeps. See you in the morning.

Awwwwwwwww.

Anniversary

2011-03-05T08:21:00.001-08:00

Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary. It's been 11 very busy and wonderful years with a guy I love more today than when I married him. The best part? He feels the same about me. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Peanut...

2011-03-01T01:45:00.000-08:00

...got her name because she was tiny. So tiny, in fact, that she fell off the growth charts. She wasn't all that delayed in her development, but was certainly taking her sweet time hitting those milestones we mothers wait for.

At one point our beloved pediatrician sent us to a specialist. "I don't think anything is wrong," he said "But I would hate to be wrong about that. So go see the specialist, just to make sure." Peanut being my third, my very strong Mother's Intuition said that she was fine. I was right. She was just, well, a peanut.

That was when she was still just a baby. Today, that baby turned four. She still weighs nothing, but that tiny girl is the tallest in her class. When we watched the school Christmas program, her dad and I were floored to see that not only is she the tallest in her class, she is one of the tallest kids in the whole school. Amazing how things change in what seems like the blink of an eye.

Of course I can't change her bloggy name now. That would be weird. If I could, it would be Sunshine, because she is just a happy, sweet, sunshiney girl, ever ready with a smile and a hug.

Happy Birthday to my not so tiny Peanut. I hope 4 is everything you dream it will be.

English Lesson

2011-02-22T09:52:00.000-08:00

Peanut: Mommy how much longer 'til we get to school? Two hours?

Mommy: Noooo. Maybe two minutes.

Peanut: That's what I said. Two.

Mommy: You said two hours. I said two minutes.

Peanut: Yes! Two! Like "TOOT" except it's not, because two is not stinky like a toot.

Mommy: That's lovely.

The Key to Longevity

2011-02-18T13:51:00.000-08:00

StinkyMan says:

"I am going to live 'til one hundred years old because when I am a grandpa I am going to eat all healthy food all the time."

Hear that, Grandpas? Better get on it!

Happy Day

2011-02-16T20:51:00.000-08:00

When my kids leave for school I say "Bye! I love you! Have a great day!"

For a few days, BabyGirl would mimic me and say "Lub you, Hab a day!"

Then she seemed to forget about it for a while, until last week when she busted out with this:

"Bye! I luf you. Hab a happy day!"

My heart just MELTS when she says it. Every.Single.Time. It's so darn cute. I just want to box it up and keep it forever and ever so that when I'm old and grey(er) I can take it out and listen to my sweet little baby say "Hab a happy day!"

There's something to having a happy day, ya know? A nice day is good, but a happy day? That's gold! And just hearing her say that makes my day happy.

Cupcakes for Girls Night In

2011-02-13T14:49:00.001-08:00

My neighborhood Bunco group is the best EVER. I am so fortunate to live in a neighborhood with such fun, supportive, helpful women who have truly become friends. We always have such a good time when we get together and I know I am lucky to have found them through a flier on a mailbox advertising a Friday Bunco group!

We had a post-Christmas gift exchange. It's hard to know what to buy that anyone would be happy to get. So my contribution was a "gift card" for 2 dozen custom cupcakes, which my friend M won.

She decided she wanted to redeem that for cupcakes for her other Bunco group, which she affectionately dubs "Drunko Bunco" and asked for a fun theme of some kind, totally up to me.

This is what I came up with:

Those are yellow cake with pink buttercream frosting and lime Jello shots on top in miniature martini glasses. I wanted pink ribbon, but forgot to pick some up, so green it was. It was the first time in all my 37 years I had ever made Jello shots. I guess there is a first time for everything!

I hear they were a success. M said they tasted great (both the shots and the cake!) and looked fantastic and that her guests thought they were awesome.

It was fun for me to branch out and do something different. The kid stuff is great, but it's fun to flex my creative cake muscles to extend to grown-up fare as well. I hope I get to do something like that again.

Technology

2011-02-09T08:08:00.001-08:00

How cute is it that BabyGirl calls my iphone "The Robot?" With all it's capabilities (and I don't even have the latest and greatest one) she's not too far off.

Awwwwwww

2011-02-07T08:00:00.000-08:00

The other day the kids were driving me a little bit crazy. Every other word was "Mommy!" or "Mom!" and they were very demanding, seemed to have forgotten their manners and wanted to hang on me non stop. This mama was DONE and ready for bedtime...their bedtime, that is.

Then StinkyMan gave me this and I remembered just how sweet my children can be:

That is a picture of him and Peanut, playing outside at the park. See how they are holding hands? My heart melted, I took a deep breath and we settled in for a nice relaxed bedtime routine.

Sometimes, when they are driving me crazy, I need to remember it's me as much as it's them and that they ARE great kids and it's all just temporary.

Arts and Crafts Birthday Party

2011-02-01T14:32:00.000-08:00

We had Curly's 8th birthday party here on Saturday. I'm blogging about it now, on Tuesday, because, quite frankly, I'm still recovering. Invited were fifteen 7 and 8 year olds. At the last minute, 4 backed out, leaving us with the perfect amount of eleven.

Now let me be perfectly honest: I LOVE planning parties. I love dreaming up theme ideas, and then once we've chosen one I love thinking up cute invitations. I love coming up with party activities and of course I love dreaming up and making the cake.

All that thinking and planning and creating comes with one distinct disadvantage: by the time the party rolls around, I'm a little bit over it.

Nonetheless, I do want to toot my own horn, so first up is the invitations:

I was so pleased with the way these turned out. They were a fair amount of effort but once I was finished I was so glad I did them. (Thanks for helping me with the blurring, Sharon!) I had to:

Pop all the paint colors out. This was easy as the sets were cheapies from the Dollar Tree.

Then I cut out each of the ovals. This was the MOST time consuming part. About 3/4 of the way through I realized it was much quicker if I made a slit with the Xacto knife and then cut with scissors. If you are going to do this, go that route. Trust me.

I had printed the wording on colored paper that mimicked the original paint tray and cut them down to size to fit in the back of the plastic tray, lining the wording up with the middle of the oval. I didn't do anything fancy to stick them down. Scotch Tape was my friend.

I made a little paint splatter page for the back of the "Come Join Us" tag.

Then I put the whole thing together.

And sent them off to school with a very excited Curly.

Side note: People have gotten really, really bad about RSVPing, it seems. However, rather than having the parents call me, I gave my email address and every single parent sent me a message. I wonder if it has to do with how quick and easy it is to dash off an email rather than make a phone call.

And so every girl was coming. What to do AT the party?

Well we settled on painting pictures, making cootie catchers, coloring placemats (thank you Target Dollar Spot)and making aprons. Then the aprons were shipped too late to make it to the party (thanks for nothing, Amazon) and the aprons became T-shirts instead.

And of course, there was the cake. I made the fondant and the big cake on Friday night (one o'clock in the morning is just so late. Blah!) Then I tasked Husband with the job of cutting the cake into a artist's palette shape. Here he is, trying to pretend it's not crumbling like crazy so his wife doesn't crumble like crazy:

I knew I'd like it better if he cut the shape than if I cut the shape. Plus I preferred to have someone else to blame if it looked less like a palette and more like Pac Man. But he did well. (And now you've seen a picture of Husband. Isn't he handsome?)

Then I covered it with the fondant:

That was before I managed to smooth it a little bit better. It was just barely enough fondant and I had to try to lay it on there 3 times before I was successful.

Then I colored some buttercream frosting and spooned it on there to look like paint, utilizing some paint brushes to somewhat mask a couple of fondant imperfections. And Voila! A cake fit for Da Vinci:

We just used plates and napkins in different colors from the Dollar Tree to represent the colors from the invitations and the cake and it all pulled together really nicely. Our favors were these darling wooden frames with 3 little containers of paint each, also from the Target Dollar Spot.

So let's breakdown what this all cost:

$15 in invitations (Just the paint. I had the rest.)
$11 in placemats (I returned the unused ones)
$2 in scrapbook paper for Cootie catchers (Target Dollar Spot)
$12 in T-shirts
$5 in brushes
$10 in fabric paint
$6 in cake supplies
$6 in plates, cups, etc.
$15 in favors

For a grand total of $82 spent.

Not too shabby. Who says you can't do a party on a budget? I think the girls had a good time and Curly declared it a success, which is, after all, the point of all that work.

Next up: Peanut's birthday at the end of this month and StinkyMan's at the end of March. I'm already dreaming themes and schemes.

Eight Years Ago

2011-01-28T08:31:00.000-08:00

Eight years ago I was holding the most amazing, beautiful, wonderful baby girl in my arms. She was perfection in a baby blanket. It feels like I blinked once and she is now perfection in peace sign jeans and a "birthday girl" shirt.

Happy Birthday, my Curly. Thank for being a great kid. I love you.

Tough Stuff

2011-01-26T22:30:00.000-08:00

"Being 3 is really hard. I make mistakes."

"Everybody makes mistakes, Peanut. It's okay. That's how you learn."

"When I am 4 it will be easy because then I will know everything and I won't have to learn anymore."

"Baby, Mommy and Daddy make mistakes. Everyone does. It's okay to make mistakes. And it's good to keep learning. It helps you become a smart grownup."

"Are you smart?"

"I think so."

"Is Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Do you make mistakes?"

"Yes we do, sometimes."

"When you are 4 you won't make mistakes, Mommy."

"No?"

"No. You won't make mistakes when you are 4 like I am going to be."

"I've already been 4."

"But next time when you are 4."

"When is that going to be?"

"When I am a grown up, you can be 4."

"Deal!"

Birthday

2011-01-23T14:13:00.000-08:00

Yesterday StinkyMan was going to the birthday party of one of his best friends in the whole wide world. He was so excited he could hardly stand it. When the gift was bagged and ready I wrote "To Friend. From:" and then he wrote "StinkyMan."

When I went to grab my shoes he decided he wanted to write something extra, so on the other side of the tag, in his very best writing, he wrote "Happy Birthday."

"Mommy! I writed Happy Birthday all by myself!" He was so, so proud of himself.

"Let me see!" I said, equally excited.

And there, in the nicest penmanship a 5 year old boy can manage it said "Happy Birfday."

It was the cutest thing EVER. He wrote it like he says it and that's good enough for me. I told him I was proud. He showed his Daddy. Daddy told him he was proud. No way were we about to burst that bubble!

He is such a sweet boy. I just love that kid.

Tipsy

2011-01-14T08:38:00.000-08:00

So, while I am busy earning my Mommy of the Year award, I let my kids listen to Tik Tok by Kesha. The song is basically about how she's going to go clubbing and get her drink on.

I know, I know. But it has a good beat and you can dance to it. And the little kids are lyric clueless.

Not so much Curly who said "Mommy, what's drunk?"

"It's one you drink so much of a certain kind of drink that you aren't in control of yourself and you say and do dumb things that you would never do if you hadn't had too much to drink. It happens when you drink too much wine or beer or some other drinks."

Eyes wide and frightened, she whispered "Too much chocolate milk?"

"No," I reassured her. "You are okay with chocolate milk."

"Diet Coke?" she whispered again, fearful now of my habit (Yes, I picked it back up. I'm weak.)

"Not Diet Coke. Now go dance."

It's so cute how they can know so much and still know so little.

Cats and Dogs

2011-01-11T18:59:00.001-08:00

I think it's pretty cute that BabyGirl thinks that kitty cats say "Meowp. Meowp."

It's even cuter when she's crawling around on all fours being a doggy that says "Whoop! Whoop!"

Discovery

2011-01-05T06:48:00.000-08:00

My two middle children have discovered, the hard way, that cardboard boxes do not hold water.

Did you know...

2011-01-04T09:54:00.001-08:00

StinkyMan is big into telling me things he knows, and it always starts with "Did you know...." and can be about just about anything.

Yesterday, as we were snuggling before bed he said "Mommy, did you know that there are three kinds of 2s?"

"There are?" I asked, curious to see where he was going.

"Yeah! I am going to the store is the T-O kind of to. She is two years old is the T-W-O kind of two. And if you say "I am big too" that is the T-O-O kind of too. Did you know that?"

"Well, I did, but there are lots of grownups that do not." I answered, thinking of some of the poor spelling I see daily on the Internet. "I think you might be as smart as a grown up!"

Then this morning, we were driving and he was noticing all the bare trees.

"Did you know that trees lose their leaves in the winter, so they look all brown?"

"I did know that, yes." I answered.

"But trees that do not lose leaves or turn brown are called Evergreens. Did you know that?"

"I might have heard that once before."

"I bet Daddy doesn't know."

"No?"

"No. I will tell him. Daddy knows about mowing lawns and about the pool, but I don't think he knows about Evergreens because we don't have any."

"Well, you be sure to tell him, then."

"I will."

And the thing is, while of course, I DO know much of what he tells me, I don't know how HE knows it. He's only in Kindergarten!

And I suspect it won't be long before my little smarty does tell me things I don't know anything about.

Today...

2010-12-30T14:08:00.000-08:00

...I am 37 years old. I'm getting grayer, getting a few laugh lines. With one foot now firmly in my late 30's (I have told many friends that you are not all the way in your late 30's until 38) I have to look around and say:

I kind of don't care.

I guess I always thought that at some point I would begin to feel older, feel grown-up, feel, I don't know, the weight of adulthood.

I don't.

I mean, yes there are bills to pay and kids to care for and a home to maintain and careers and jobs to do, and that stuff can be stressful, but life is good. My life is what I wanted. I have an amazing husband, 4 healthy, wonderful children, helpful, loving parents, a nice home, fabulous friends, a fun extended family, food on the table, a few nice extras and my health. Not too shabby.

Happy Birthday to me. The past 36 years have brought me to a good spot. I expect nothing less from my 37th. Bring it on!

Happy Birthday BFF!

2010-12-29T17:02:00.001-08:00

Love you!

Cheap Knock Off

2010-12-29T16:38:00.000-08:00

I have a thing for vases and candles and bowls. Anything glass and pretty catches my eye. I could LIVE in Crate and Barrel, but I cannot live with their prices.

A while back, like a year or more ago, on a blog called Get Your Martha On (what a fabulous name!) I saw a cool, cheap project that even the most craft impaired person can do. And just look what I made:

Cute, right? And so easy. I bought the pieces at the Dollar Tree (please ignore the spilled tea leaves on the counter.)

I got rid of the sticker that were on the bottom of the vase. Then I Krazy Glued them together, making sure the candlestick was in the middle of the bottom of the vase (and even still I think mine's a smidge off.) Then I set a weight on it while it dried, just for good measure.

Then I made dinner while it dried. This is what it looks like empty:

And one more time, the finished product:

For a grand total of $2.16. (I had the Krazy Glue already, as well as the decor inside.)

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not nutty enough to think this is as beautiful and what you might find at Crate and Barrel, but it is nice and for $2, I'm good with nice. I like it. I will put Easter Eggs in it in the Spring, maybe lemons in the Summer, mini pumpkins and acorns in the Autumn. The possibilities are many and my wallet is happy. Go me!

No fair!

2010-12-28T09:18:00.000-08:00

Stomp.

Sigh.

Stomp.

Growl.

Sigh.

Stomp.

"Peanut, what is your problem?"

"I don't have ANY super powers and I don't like it!"

Merry Christmas My Bloggy Friends!

2010-12-25T11:13:00.000-08:00

I hope you have a wonderful day filled with love, laughter and Christmas magic.

Too funny

2010-12-21T22:53:00.000-08:00

I take Christmas pretty seriously and I will fully admit to getting a little stressed out over the holiday season. Please note that I have 3 shopping days left, 4 kids and about 6 stores left to hit and that every time I think I'm finished I think of someone I have left to get something for. IT NEVER ENDS!

So I could use a good laugh. I think most of us could. I found it here. Don't be put off by the length. Read it. I couldn't breathe and had tears streaming down my face. Seriously funny stuff. Many thanks to my friend Sharon for linking it to me.

Time to wrap some gifts.

Sweet Boy

2010-12-14T10:17:00.000-08:00

StinkyMan and I were snuggling last night at bedtime when he wrapped one arm around me super tight and said "I love you, Mommy and I'm going to love you forever."

I love that kid.

And we're back!

2010-12-12T11:51:00.000-08:00

We went to Disneyland and it was wonderful! I discovered that Peanut is a roller coaster fan, Curly rather likes having the snot scared out of her, StinkyMan does NOT like Space Mountain AT ALL (he got a little teary eyed after we got off. He tried so hard to be brave, but he was terrified, poor little man) and BabyGirl really is an awesome little traveler who loves to spin on the teacups.

But now it's back to reality. There is much laundry to be done, homework packets to be completed, groceries to be obtained, a tree to decorate and four rather tired children to contend with.

And I can't wait until next year to do it all over again.

Christmas Love

2010-12-06T11:10:00.000-08:00

Peanut "Oh, Mommy, our tree is so cute! Can I hug it?"

Mommy: "Sure, but be careful, not too hard."

"Why?"

"Because you might accidentally knock it over."

"It's kind of prickly, too."

"That's true."

"Maybe I'll just give it a high five."

"That would be good, too."

Um, no.

2010-12-04T09:19:00.000-08:00

Dear BabyGirl,

When you are out of the tub and buck naked, ready for your diaper, I appreciate that you are happy to lie down cooperatively. What I think we need to work on is your penchant for hurtling yourself to the ground, throwing your naked tushie in the air, legs apart, and screaming "TA-DA!"

It's just not what any parent wants to hear.

Thanks so much!

Mommy

Shop 'Til We Drop

2010-11-28T23:23:00.000-08:00

Let me be the first to admit that bargain shopping takes some effort. I don't mean things like clicking on a link to a hot deal or being at the right place at the right time for a good markdown. I mean things like serious couponing and configuring and calculating.

On that note, the very patient night manager at a nearby Walgreens, who goes by the name of Brian, gets my vote for Deal Helper of the Year. You see, my friend and fellow couponer Jamie and I hit the 24 hour Walgreens at midnight on Thanksgiving (so, Wednesday into Thursday) and were ready to shop.

And we did.

But not without snags.

First, the deals did not kick in, so they were not producing the required Register Rewards (store money) to make the deals work. The prices were also not reflecting the Thanksgiving Day sale, so they would have to be manually overridden.

Poor Brian! He tried everything he could think of to get us our deals and get us out the door and back to our cozy beds. Finally at 2:30am, a mere 2.5 hours after our arrival, the register rewards started kicking out. WHEW!

But wait! The prices still were wrong! So the ever understanding Brian had to type most of them in by hand.

"So?" you say. "Big deal."

But you misunderstand. Because Jamie and I were not buying a few things. We were buying with a vengeance. Couponers on a mission, if you will. It was our goal to get enough stuff to send off a great box of goods to the troops overseas AND a local woman's shelter.

What do you think? Think we managed all right?

Oh, it's time for that En Vogue style breakdown:

24 tubes of toothpaste
10 bottles of women's body spray
10 bottles body wash
10 toothbrushes
10 heat wraps
10 bottles of men's body spray
12 bottles of shampoo and conditioner
6 bottles of hairspray
16 containers of men's shaving creme
10 packs of GUM dental flossers
10 packs of ponytail bands
10 boxes of candy (4 not pictured)
2 bags of candy (1 not pictured. I ate it.)
2 sodas (the small ones. We drank them while shopping and wearing poor Brian out. Jamie saved
her bottle for the picture. I did not)
2 Reese's chocolate things (Jamie's fuel, not pictured)
18 (2 liter) bottles of soda (6 not pictured)
1 Robitussin
10 Nivea face washes
10 boxes of Advil PM
40 holiday pencils
5 Pillow Pets (not pictured)

All in all we spent $107 and most of that was tax. In California we get charged tax BEFORE coupons are taken off.

The five Pillow Pets alone would have run me $100 plus tax without bargain shopping.

We saved $497.02.

We left Walgreens at 4:30 in the morning, running on the fumes of the caffeine and candy we had consumed. I'm pretty sure, as patient and helpful as he was, that Brian was glad to see us go because, you see, each transaction has to be rung up separately. You can't ring all this stuff up at once. So we're talking 20 transactions here, at least. And remember, he had to manually punch in the majority of the prices.

Yes, serious couponing takes a lot of effort and not just from the couponers. So cheers to Brian, the Walgreens store night manager. This Thanksgiving, in the wee small hours of the morning, I was very thankful for him. I am also thankful that I have the know how to bargain shop my way into a great contribution for those protecting our country and for those less fortunate than myself. And I was (and always am) thankful to my partner in crime, er, shopping, Miss Jamie. We had a blast. Next year, we will do it again.

Brian already said he'd be taking the night off.

Cuteness

2010-11-23T20:54:00.000-08:00

"Mommy?"

"Yes, StinkyMan?"

"I really really think that BabyGirl is the cutest baby ever in the world, don't you?"

"I don't know, you were a pretty cute baby yourself."

"OK, then she's the cutest baby right now and I was the cutest before her."

"You are all 4 very cute."

"So, BabyGirl is the cutest baby, and Peanut is the cutest 3 year old and Curly is the cutest 7 year old and I am the cutest 5 year old?"

"That's right."

"I already knew that."

"Well pardon me! I didn't know you knew."

"You're a cute Mommy. You are the cutest Mommy ever in the world."

"Thanks, Bub."

Look! Look!

2010-11-20T21:01:00.001-08:00

I had a couple of people request a recipe, so I changed the one in the margin! You should make it. It's delicious!

Decor

2010-11-17T23:08:00.000-08:00

"Mommy?"

"Yeeeesssss?"

"Can I put all the Mr. Potato Heads on your white cabinet?"

"Um, I guess so StinkyMan, but....why?"

"Did you know that you are 'sposed to have mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving?"

"I know that lots of people do, yes."

"And mashed potatoes are made from potatoes and all these Mr. Potato Heads are potatoes and I think it would be a good way to decorate for Thanksgiving, by putting all the Mr. Potato Heads up there."

"Um, sure, Bub. Sounds great."

My Thanksgiving decor is WAAAAAYYY better than yours. I bet you don't have one single potato decoration. Pumpkins, probably. Gourds, maybe. Corn, perhaps. But not potatoes.

I have 6.

Henglebur and Kitchen

2010-11-16T00:07:00.000-08:00

Henglebur and Kitchen are not a law firm.

Henglebur and Kitchen are not accountants.

Henglebur and Kitchen are not a Vegas act.

In fact, Henglebur and Kitchen are Peanut's way of saying "hamburger" and "chicken."

You haven't heard cute until your 3 year old takes a spoonful of soup and says "Oooooh. I got a piece of kitchen!" or makes you a Play-doh meal and says "Mommy! Here's your henglebur!"

She is so cute, I can hardly stand it some days.

Thanksgiving Awwwwwwww.

2010-11-13T12:37:00.000-08:00

This came home in StinkyMan's backpack the other day:

In case you can't see, it says "I am thankful for my sister." with a picture of Curly.

And I'm so thankful he feels that way.

Christmas Cards

2010-11-12T10:18:00.000-08:00

I love Christmas Cards. I love getting them and I love spending time perusing Shutterfly, trying to pick out the card I like the best to send out. I especially love photo cards.

What I do not like is trying to get ONE good picture of all 4 kids. A picture where everyone looks neat and like someone loves them enough to wash their faces and comb their hair. A picture where everyone is AT LEAST looking in the same general direction, no one is blinking or talking with a mouth full of food. Forget smiling. I'm happy if no one is scowling or howling.

So when I saw an offer from Shutterfly to bloggers I knew I could participate. Shutterfly says that if I blog about their holiday photos past or present, I can have some free cards.

Well that's not hard at all. Because of my above picture requirements, you could say that one great picture of all my kids is somewhat of a mission impossible. But Shutterfly saves me every year because they are the ONLY picture website I have found that allows me to put in 4 pictures, one of each child at their best.

They have great gift options too, which I have also used in the past. I know that the mug with a semi decent picture of all my kids was one of my dad's favorite gifts one year. And every single year he and my husband get a calendar with pictures of the little hooligans all over it. It can even be personalized with important dates to remember!

So yes, this entry may sound like an advertisement for Shutterfly. After all, they are paying me in FREE Christmas cards. But I order from them every year, free or not. I encourage you to do the same. You won't be disappointed! And if you are a blogger, you can participate too! Their offer for bloggers getting 50 free holidaycards is here. Have fun choosing your cards!

Confession

2010-11-08T10:21:00.000-08:00

I am about to tell you something so shocking that it will forever change how you see me. You will be surprised. Shocked even. You will wonder how it's possible that I feel the way I feel. But I do, and it won't be changed. Are you ready to hear it?

Are you sure?

OK, here it goes.....

I don't like Thanksgiving.

I know! I'm a freak, right?

I don't like turkey. I don't like stuffing. I don't like cranberries. I don't even like pumpkin pie.

It's not that I don't like them BECAUSE they are Thanksgiving foods. I just don't like the taste of any of the big Thanksgiving foods. And since it's kind of a food holiday, it's just not my favorite thing. I mean, I'd be more thrilled with a pizza.

Technically, of course, Thanksgiving is NOT about the food, I guess. It's about family being together and sharing thanks. I'm good with that part of it. I am thankful for a lot of things, not the least of which is family. However, I try to be thankful for that daily, not because there is a giant bird on the table and an over abundance of side dishes.

But as we head toward the holiday and plans are being made and assignments of who is bringing what are being given out, I find myself feeling just really unexcited about the whole thing and that I am starting to side with the retailers; it's just my official Christmas kick-off and a great day to get bargains at Walgreens.

Hey! There you go! I'm thankful Walgreens is open on Thanksgiving with a TON of great deals.

I'm a little more excited now.

I'm such a freak.

Flower headband

2010-11-05T20:27:00.000-07:00

So enamored with her fun new flower clip, Curly requested some more flowers for other shirts and she wanted to help. Not sure how that would work out, we decided that she could trace the flower shapes and I would cut and man the glue gun. She was in charge of the rhinestone. This time we attached it to a headband. Super cute!

Forgive the poor picture. I forgot to turn off the flash and since I already pulled her out of bed after tucking her in I didn't want to yank her back out to take another. The pulling out of bed thing also explains the bad hair! The colors on this one are hot pink, lime green white and a deep purple/blue with a pink rhinestone middle on a line green headband and it looks really cute in her hair.

I'm starting to envision Mickey Mouse head clips for our Disney trips, candy canes or Christmas trees for the holidays, hearts for Valentine's Day and so on.

The best part was that Curly could help out too and it gave her a real sense of accomplishment to help make her head band. It was fun to have a project with her and to spend that time together. I'm sure we will be doing some more in the near future.

Fun Hair Flowers

2010-11-04T23:50:00.000-07:00

Twin Day at school has been taken to a new level. Curly is all into it. When she was in Kindergarten it was enough to wear a shirt that was the same color as her "twin." In first grade she just targeted a girl who owned the same shirt she did and they decided to be twins.

This year she picked the friend and then wanted to get the matching shirts. Lucky for us the friend she chose has a mom who works for a big clothing company. Bargain shirts! So Other Mom picked up shirts and darling bracelets for the girls and I was in charge of hairbows.

This is what I came up with:

On my head:

So cute and so easy. I think Curly will be pleased. I hope her twin likes them too. I see more flower making in my future. These were quick and (I think) came out really cute. Score one for Good Mommy!

Take note

2010-11-02T18:53:00.000-07:00

of the wisdom of my 5 year old son:

"You can change your mind about who you are going to marry until you marry them. When you are married you can't change your mind anymore, so you hafta be careful who you marry 'cuz you hafta love them forever!"

Thanks a lot

2010-11-01T12:15:00.000-07:00

So yesterday, Halloween, we were headed out to a party. The kids were dressed and ready. For a month I've been telling them that in our family, really only the kids get dressed up. Mom and Dad just go as Mom and Dad.

Well Husband threw together a ridiculous looking Mexican wrestler outfit at the last minute which left me as the only uncostumed one. I'm fine with that. Mommies are used to being the party poopers.

So I was finishing up getting ready and felt like I was having a good hair and make-up day when Curly asked me what I was going to be for the party. Feeling happy with my appearance I said "I'm a super model."

Doubtfully, she looked me up and down and said "Well, I think you are going to need a lot more make-up, then" and walked out.

Thanks. Thank a lot. Good thing my self esteem does not lie in the hands of my seven year old!

It's almost time...

2010-10-30T08:38:00.000-07:00

for the Great Pumpkin visit our house. Woo-hoo! I think it might be my favorite part of Halloween. I blogged it last year here so I won't blog it again, but this year I've managed to get great gifts for less than before. Thank you Ross and TJ Maxx! Woo-hoo! Bargain Great Pumpkin. Even better!

Peace and Quiet

2010-10-26T21:55:00.000-07:00

Curly is in love with peace signs. She wants practically everything she owns to have peace signs on it. As a result, Peanut is very aware of peace signs but has no actual concept of what peace is. If you know Peanut you know this is true because that child talks from sun up to sun down and she is NOT the quiet type.

Not too long ago StinkyMan was angry about something and he just needed to be left alone. Peanut, who also doesn't understand the concept of leaving her brother alone, was in his face, asking him why he was angry.

"Baby, he just needs some peace and quiet." I told her.

"OK." she said and she ran off. Pleased that she understood, I turned my attention to a tearful StinkyMan.

A minute later Peanut was standing next to us. "Here are some peas, StinkyMan" she said, helpfully thrusting a bag of frozen peas at him. See around here, we put a bag of frozen peas on owies. She was helping. (I know, so cute, right?)

I took the peas and thanked her before her brother could clue her in that she'd made a mistake and she happily ran off, pleased with her helpfulness.

Then yesterday she was using the restroom. I won't lie, we call it going potty, a term I swore I would never use before I had kids that I now use without a second thought. So she was going potty and was in there for a while, singing a little song. When she came out I asked (because I am a mom and we ask these things) "Did you go poops?"

"No." She answered cheerfully "Just pees. I was just in the bathroom having some pees and quiet."

No wonder she doesn't quite get her sister's obsession with "peace."

Peanut is...

2010-10-23T21:56:00.000-07:00

just over 30 boxes of chocolate tall.

I know. Say what now?

Husband was on a week long trip to Hawaii. He brought the kids t-shirts and jewelry. This is what he brought me:

OK, they aren't ALL for me. He'd already given 2 to a coworker who picked him up at the airport and some are for family, but he shipped all his laundry home and packed his bag full of chocolate!

We stacked them into one tall tower and discovered that Peanut is just a bit taller than all 30 boxes together.

The kids think they hit the candy lottery and next week is Halloween! Let the sugar high begin!

Confessions of a Bad Mommy

2010-10-22T21:51:00.000-07:00

I have never claimed to be perfect. Not once. This past week I was a bad mommy lots and lots of times. Examples (with counterbalances to keep me in the average mommy scoring range):

Bad Mommy: Lets BabyGirl have chocolate milk once a day
Good Mommy: it's just a droplet of chocolate in a whole cup of white milk

Bad Mommy: Let StinkyMan eat a Lean Pocket Pepperoni Pizza Pocket for breakfast
Good Mommy: denied BabyGirl a bowl of homemade butter cream for breakfast

Bad Mommy: Let Curly buy school lunch 2 days in a row, when 1 day is generally all that is allowed. That stuff is so junky.
Good Mommy: Packed very healthy lunches the other days AND some fun Halloween jokes from here for good measure.

Bad Mommy: Let the kids go to bed a smidge later than they should have most nights this week
Good Mommy: is crazy strict about bedtimes, so even going late, there were still all asleep by 8:30ish.

Bad Mommy: accidentally said "hate" in front of Peanut
Good Mommy: bit her tongue and stopped herself from swearing in front of Peanut when she rammed her toe into a wall (don't ask)

Bad Mommy: still hasn't gotten out the Halloween decorations
Good Mommy: is getting up in the morning to decorate instead of sleeping in.

A solid grade C for the week, and you know what? That's was just going to have to be good enough. It was a loooooooong week.

Math

2010-10-20T20:27:00.000-07:00

I never liked math. I remember not having any confidence in my math skills as early as the first grade. I just never believed that I really, truly knew what I was doing.

I watch Curly struggling with the same issues. She cried tonight because she "just can't do it." The thing is that she CAN. Instead she messes around, talks in baby voices and, in general lacks focus. And then when I ask her to get serious and get it done she claims that it's too hard.

This is frustrating. For me and for her. I want to help her, but I want her to help herself too and TRY to do the work.

If I had known at 6 years old that 30 years later elementary school math would still be frustrating me I'm not sure I would ever have bothered to graduate to 2nd grade.

UPDATE: She came home from school yesterday and told me that her friend M had helped her figure it out. I thought "We'll see about that." But indeed, math homework was a breeze last night and a lightbulb seems to have gone off in her head. Apparently M, in all her 7 years on the planet, possesses something I, with a degree in Education, do not: the ability to teach math. All hail the Mighty Miss M for restoring peace and mathematics ability to our homework table!

Words

2010-10-18T23:21:00.000-07:00

Curly: I bet I know what StinkyMan's favorite word is.

Me: Oh yeah?

Curly: I think it's "hideous"

Me: StinkyMan! What's your favorite word?

StinkyMan: Hideous!

Me: That's a good word.

Peanut: My favorite word is "Razzle Dazzle!"

Me: That's a good word too.

Peanut: Yes, it is! (pause for 3 seconds) What's a Razzle Dazzle?

Me: I'm not sure but it's fun to say!

StinkyMan: No, it's not. It's HIDEOUS!!!!

Cue peals of laughter.

Diaper Duty

2010-10-15T13:13:00.001-07:00

To appreciate this story, you will have to use your imagination a little bit. I'll try to draw a little, but I have no computer abilities AT ALL, so it's lame, but it's the best I can do.

Pretend this is some of the downstairs of my house.

S-----------------------------------------M----------------------------------C

I know. It's good, right? You can totally see it, I'm sure. S is for StinkyMan who was in the family room. C is for Curly, who was in the dining room doing her homework. M is for Me, in the pantry area, overhearing their conversation across the length of the house.

So StinkyMan is watching Husband change a rather smelly diaper and says, wrinkling his nose "When I get married I am not doing that. I will let the mom do it."

To which Curly says "When I get married and have a baby I'm going to let my husband change all the diapers." Then she thinks for a minute and says "Mommy, it's a good thing StinkyMan and I can't marry each other or our kids sure would stink!"

Yes. Yes they would.

Pears

2010-10-14T12:02:00.000-07:00

I bought pears. Lots and lots of pears. 65 pounds of pears to be exact. The plan? Can them. Make pear sauce and can that too. And anything else pear related I could think to make and can.

Except my stove seems to be on the fritz, which is really messing with my ability to can anything. We had a cleaning crew come the other day for a "once over" fall cleaning. When the gal was done cleaning my (gas) stove it was making a weird clicking sound, like the kind of sound it makes when you turn it on but not far enough to ignite the burner.

Cleaning gal was perplexed. This had never happened to her before. A quick internet assured me that was normal, that sometimes when all the parts get wet during cleaning it will click nonstop. Best thing to do is unplug, let dry for a while, then plug it back in.

Worked like a charm.

Except that 45 minutes after the plugging back in part I heard a hum, followed by a POP, a spark and a smoking stove knob. I quickly unplugged the stove again and haven't dared to plug it back in. Husband will look at it when he comes back from his trip.

In the mean time, anyone want some pears? Because I've got them. Lots and lots and lots of them.

Toilet Paper Pumpkins

2010-10-11T18:14:00.000-07:00

It's Fall Y'all.

Or so the calendar may say. The weather says something else entirely around here. But I love the idea of Fall. I love the colors and the cool air and the impending arrival of jack o'lanterns and trick or treaters. I even have certain foods I only fix in fall and winter, so autumn's arrival brings out menu items we haven't seen in a while.

And Fall always makes me feel crafty.

Two years ago StinkyMan made the cutest pumpkin in preschool. "I can totally make that!" I thought and then never did.

Last week when Peanut brought home her version of the same craft I thought "Why didn't I ever make one of those?"

So now I have.

Supplies for Toilet Paper Pumpkins:

1 roll tp
orange fabric
some kind of brown material, fabric, paper, cardboard, etc
something to make a leaf or some fake leaves or heck, real leaves if you want.
some raffia to finish it off nicely.

Step 1:

Put your orange fabric face down on your work surface. Put your tp roll in the middle.

I had WAY TOO MUCH fabric there. You don't need quite so much. What you need is enough to tuck all your ends into the middle without any of the fabric falling out.

Step 2:

Gather your ends

This doesn't have to be perfect. It's OK if your fabric isn't perfectly smooth or even or unwrinkled. No pumpkin is perfect!

Step 3:

Tuck it all in.

Step 4:

Roll your brown paper, empty paper towel roll, fabric or whatever you've got into a stem shape. You can glue the end down if you want. I didn't feel like waiting for glue. I used Zots.

I used green felt to cut out a leaf shape. It's all I had. You could use brown (I likely would have if I'd had any. Brown is more Autumnish after all) And then I just tucked my leaf in.

Add some raffia for extra cuteness and you are done!

I KNOW! Super cute, right? What about a whole fabric pumpkin patch?

Curly had a playdate over and each girl, plus StinkyMan and Peanut and myself made toilet paper pumpkins. I want to get some hay and lay these on the bales. How fun would that be?

I love Fall. Now if only the weather would cooperate!

Holy Moly

2010-10-09T23:20:00.000-07:00

Friday morning I called the elementary school, asking when and where the talent show list would be posted, so I could be ready to congratulate or console as needed. The lovely school admin lady told me that the panel of judges had decided not to cut anyone after all. That instead, they would have the talent show, as planned, and then also an open mic night, so everyone would get a chance to shine.

I felt so much better after that. I mean, now, no matter what, Curly and her buddy would get a chance to do their thing. And I knew, if they got the open mic night assignment, I could spin that to not seem like a consolation prize.

But, amazingly enough, no spinning was required. Their hoola hoop routine earned them a spot in the talent show! Curly is ecstatic and I am so proud. November 4th is the big day, and there is much work that needs to be done before then, but the biggest hurdle has been cleared and the rest is just fun.

YAY!

Blah

2010-10-07T23:32:00.000-07:00

Today was Talent Show Tryout day. I thought Curly and her friend did a pretty good job with their hoola hooping routine. Imagine my dismay to see the act trying out immediately after them was, not only also a hooping routine, but a hooping routine to the same song! And acts are getting cut. When the kids were initially finished with their routine I thought they had a good shot. Then I saw and heard the other kiddos' routine begin and I knew our chance of being cut had gone up exponentially. What are the odds of the kids choosing the same random talent to the same random song? Blah.

Then, all day long, I'd really been looking forward to the school photographer putting Peanut's school picture proofs online so I could see them. I couldn't wait to scroll through them again and again trying to decide which I loved most, which picture best portrayed my lively little sprite.

Except I don't like any of them. I'm so sad and even a little bitter. I wanted to order a bunch and frame them up as Christmas gifts and I just don't see spending the money on these shots. They aren't reflective of her at all. Another blah.

So tomorrow I will schedule portraits and hold my breath until the list of acts is posted for the Talent Show. Then we will either console or celebrate.

This mom business is hard work. Blah.

Uh-oh

2010-10-06T17:24:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow are school talent show tryouts. Curly and her friend want to do a hoola hoop routine they have been working on in hoola hoop dance class.

I just saw their work for the first time. It's, uh, rough. Very, very rough.

I'm not sure they will make the cut and for that I feel sad.

If you could keep my Curly in your thoughts and send positive vibes I would appreciate it. They could use all the help they can get.

He likes her! He really likes her!

2010-10-05T09:01:00.000-07:00

This morning, a bit after Curly had gone off to school, StinkyMan and Peanut were watching Sprout and laughing like crazy at Grover working on his rhyming. Suddenly StinkyMan got very sober and said "I wish Curly was here to see this."

Awwwww.

Stats

2010-10-04T08:28:00.000-07:00

I took the kids to the doctor last week. I was a smidge late with check-ups this year. Oops.

Curly, who has always topped the charts, is now roughly in the 80th percentile. I think she will be like her dad and I...she'll hit junior high and be done growing. She's tall amongst her friends for now, but I think some of them will ultimately pass her.

StinkyMan is exactly even steven, dead center of the growth chart. He has always been in the 50th percentile. I do not foresee him being my future NBA player. He was so, so brave getting his shot. He didn't cry, protest or flinch. He never even said ow. What a trooper. I was really proud.

Peanut stole the show. She is in the 40th percentile for her weight, the most she's ever been, but in the 90th percentile for her height. Tall and skinny, we may have to consider changing her nickname, as she is no longer a peanut. I think she may be my future supermodel, because her feet are HUGE and one can only hope she'll grow into them. She also, as she says "got shot" at the doctor and seems to think her last name is "Foo" because of a nickname she has here at home. Let me assure you, our last name is not "Foo" but that didn't stop her from telling the doctor that it is.

And finally, my little bulldozer, my BabyGirl. Coming in at only 4 lbs less than her slightly older sister, she is in the 75th percentile for height and weight. She was also a trooper and only cried a little after her 2nd shot. She said "Ew" in this tiny little squeak when the first one went in, but the 2nd one reduced her to tears. A lollipop was the cure for that.

They are all just getting so big. Too big for me. But, no matter what I do, they won't stop growing. And so I blog it all, to hang on to these young years, just a little longer.

The first line of defense

2010-10-02T07:40:00.000-07:00

It's good to know that if someone ever wages war on the front hall from inside the kitchen, the Transformers are ready to defend it. And I take great comfort in the fact that their secret weapon, the soccer ball, is there as backup.

Don't you wish sometimes you could get inside their brains? (Your kids that is, not the Transformers.)

Awwwww. SPLAT!

2010-09-28T22:24:00.000-07:00

We were exiting the car in the school parking lot, me, StinkyMan, Peanut and BabyGirl. StinkyMan and Peanut dutifully waited on the sidewalk while I unloaded their little sister.

"OK, let's go!" I said, ready to head towards the school.

"WAIT!" urges StinkyMan, pointing towards the ground next to my tire. "A Roley! He looks scared." He leans down. "Hi little Roley Poly. The parking lot is not a good place for little bugs."

"He's going to get squished by a car" says Peanut somberly.

"Mommy, can I put him in the grass where he will be safe?" StinkyMan is such a kind boy.

"Of course. I think that would be very nice." I say, my heart happy that my bub is so compassionate.

With great care he picks up the Roley Poly on his finger...and chucks him overhand straight down towards the ground.

"There. He's safe now."

"And he won't get dead" says Peanut.

"Because he already is, you Bug Bullies!" I think to myself.

Instead I say "Very nice. Time for school."

We might have to work on our compassion follow through a bit.

Currently:

2010-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00

StinkyMan is "ignoyed" by his sister. That means, I am told, that he is ignoring her because she is annoying him.

Peanut is standing in my kitchen with her arms crossed, huffing and puffing and sighing with anger because she wants to be a princess for Halloween and I won't buy her a castle. Not a toy castle (which I also wouldn't run out and buy) but a real castle for us all to live in. "But I want to be a princess and so I need a castle!" she has wailed. Explanations of property value, mortgage qualifications and castle upkeep don't seem to be swaying her steadfast belief that a castle is her birthright.

And BabyGirl is working on a black eye. I was just going to call and book a portrait appointment this morning when somehow she tipped a rocking horse sideways and fell with her face onto a toy.

Thank goodness Curly is in school or who knows what drama she would add to my morning.

What's your shape?

2010-09-23T08:56:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I took the two little girls to do some grocery shopping. They look so cute sitting side by side in one of those double seat carts. However, when the cart isn't made for that store (it was a Sam's cart in Walmart) the aisles can get a little narrow to share with other customers. I needed to make a right down an aisle and was looking for a row with no one in it so I could avoid the squeeze.

"Let me just find an empty aisle and we'll be in good shape." I told the girls.

A minute or two pass and Peanut says "But not a circle. We are not a circle shape. We are more like a triangle."

"The good shape we are in is a triangle?"

She nods. "Because people are not circles! That would be so crazy!"

I love how little minds work.

Surprise!

2010-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00

I was gone for 3 days, visiting a friend, having a blast learning new cake techniques and hanging out. We shopped, worked on cakes, went to the movies (I recommend Easy A. Fun stuff) and just chilled.

But as every mommy knows, you don't come home without something for the kids. So I got them each 2 little gifts. Curly is all into peace signs, so she got a rhinestone peace sign and a pack of gum. StinkyMan got a $5 movie and a pack of gum. Peanut got a new dress and a pack of gum. BabyGirl really has no idea what's going on, so I just stashed her a bag of pretzels off the plane.

And what do they like the most?

You guessed it: the pretzels. Thankfully I had enough to go around. I was keeping them for school snacks, but I guess not anymore.

I agonized over those gifts too. Next time, I'll just save myself the trouble and bring home the airline snack and forget the rest!

What would you say?

2010-09-17T22:06:00.000-07:00

I watched this today and I wondered what my card would say. In the end, what I think I would say is "Everything is about to change in the best way possible...better than you can even imagine."

I want to know what yours would say. Leave me a comment and tell me what you would write on your card.

Fun

2010-09-15T13:44:00.000-07:00

"Mommy, we're fun, right?"

"Yes, Peanut, I think we are fun. Do you?"

"Yes. We are a fun family. We play games and we tickle, tickle, tickle and we laugh and Daddy wrestles and you dance and we are silly, so we are fun. And StinkyMan plays Puffles with me and Curly plays on the structure with me and we eat popsicles and BabyGirl is so cute and we have fun all the day. So we are a fun family, right?"

"Right!"

I hope she always thinks so.