ReJeCTEd

Hey I just got my first rejection letter. Woo Hoo. It doesn't get me too down...yet.

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I was going to post a new one, but you can all thank my brother who kept me chatting too long and now I don't have time. We were chatting about the trip we are about to take. So when I get back from the trip I'll have lots to blog about. And hopefully lots of pics.

Question

I was wondering if I should reveal the names of my children. What's the fun in coming up with cool names for the kids if I just call the the boy, the girl, etc... But I know I have at least one major blog stalker, but it's just mongee. And only yesterday I was talking about that nice man with the red slits for eyes and the little black horns that has been an avid weirdo blog stalker who has really taken an interest in my kids, but other than those two really. What do you guys think? I have a poll going on so vote in it.

Update

Just a quick update for our families.

The boy has learned to tie knots. Great. I find knots everywhere. Knots are set-up as booby traps when I open my master bathroom door. Knots are trying to keep me from opening my drawers on my dresser. You'd think he was a boy scout. Soon enough.

The girl is totally the "POTTY PRINCESS". She has done such an awesome job being potty trained. She hasn't had an accident for almost a week and will just run in and go when she needs to. Wow is this what potty trained means? We are still struggling with they boy.

The girls favorite shoes are her sunday shoes. She wears them everywhere. She even wears them all day around the house. It's pretty cute.

The smallish boy has become a crawling vampire. On Sunday we discovered that his eye teeth have broken through. Not his top front teeth. Yep just the "vampire" teeth. I will try to get a pic of that soon. He also started crawling last sunday. He is still ever so slow and still working out the kinks, but he crawls! and he can get to where he wants to go. I really have my hands full now. Wish me luck and enjoy the pictures! PEACE.

Drawings

Here are some pictures that the girl drew of our family. She's quite the little artist. I'm not so sure why daddy has three legs here? Any wild guesses? Ha.

Not to be outdone, the boy draws a picture on the aquadoodle. Can you see the hands and feet? Not quite so adequate, but he doesn't enjoy drawing as much as the girl. He'd rather be in the mud or something like that.

Busy Busy Busy

So no joke this is how 10 minutes of my day goes yesterday.

I've been trying to potty train the girl the last few days.
I make the smallish boy a bottle and sit down to feed him. In the middle of the bottle, the girl stops dead in her tracks and gives me a sideways look that I really don't like.
"Mommy, I think I peed in my underwear," she says. Well either she did or she didn't. So I ask,"Well, did you pee?" silence. "Did you pee in your pants?"
"Um, I dunno," So I tell her to run to the bathroom as I follow her, holding the baby who is still eating.
We get to the bathroom to discover that the dog has been in the garbage and rubbish is covering the floor. I tell myself to calm down and I can clean it later.
So I tell the girl to take her pants off and sit on the toilet. Much to my dismay, the issue about why she was hesitant about the pee issue becomes clear. She didn't pee her pants, she had pooped in them. It was fairly runny so I can see why she thought it was pee.

So I scream out in alarm for her not to move a muscle. I yell for the boy to come in and help me, "QUICKLY". I have him sit on the floor and laid the baby on his legs and told him to hold the bottle. I sit the girl on the toilet and get my rubber gloves to start washing out the undies. When I return the baby was on his belly on the floor playing in a pile of spit-up (on my carpet).

I am wrist deep in poop. And cue the timer in the kitchen to go off saying my dinner, which is in the oven, is done. 'Why oh why couldn't the man be home from work on time today," I think to myself. This is a daily at my house, except it doesn't always happen in this particular order, or sometimes the events are a little different, but for the most part, this is how I live my life.

Lovin' it!

GO ME

Hey just because I am excited about it, I thought I might post something I did. I just submitted my first children's story to 5 different publishers. It might not go anywhere, but it might and I am really stoked. SO PEACE OUT EVERYONE!!!!!!! And wish me luck.

Kings!

So the boy tells the man the other day,

"Daddy, I am the king of T.V.

"The girl is the king of the toys.

"You are the king of books.

DRUMROLL PLEASE........

"And Mommy is the king of the house!!!!"

I don't know why the man shared this with me, but he did. I don't think I'll ever let him forget it. (wink wink) I LOVE YOU THE MAN! And thanks to the boy for sizing things up around the house!

Haircuts

Well, the girl cut her own hair (as mentioned earlier). The man got his hair cut (it looks fabulous babe). And I decided to get my hair cut as well. I had to do it the day I decided or I knew I would talk myself out of it. Here are some of our latest pics. Sorry the man and the boy have been camera shy as of late.

Frumpy is SOOO out

Today I am putting make-up on. I am doing my hair. And I am wearing a pretty sweater. Not a T-shirt. I am not going anywhere. I don't have any plans. I am not trying to impress my friends. I am not doing this for my husband (although, I'm sure he won't mind). In fact, I probably won't see anyone today at all.

I am looking good. And I am doing it for me. I am an aging ponytail, and it feels nice to wear something other than a t-shirt. As soon as the baby wakes up I know it will get spit-up on, but until then, for a few minutes, I will feel beautiful again.

The little things

So, really I was working on a big and exciting post called "a day in the life", but haven't had enough time this or last week to finish it. If you're wondering why, let me show you a few things I've been dealing with this last week (and for that matter, the last 4 years).


So cute from the front!!


Not so much from the back. Yep you guessed it, she found the scissors.





In case you were wondering... Desitin is very hard to get off. It took about scrubbing and rinsing 5 or 6 different times. Then I started on the hair. Yep there is still some in her hair, but that's just going to have to wear off.

This is all in addition to the baby spitting up every 5 minutes, so lots of changes of clothes (him and me), and my not-so-potty-trained 4 year old boy who is still having many accidents a week. Yuck. Plus our washer broke. It was out for a few days. (The man fixed it by the way. Yes he is amazing. No prior appliance fixing experience).

I really don't have time to mention EVERYTHING.




Of the many many times my children decide to do things like this, every so often I take a picture. Here are a few of them for the last few weeks. Mind you I don't take pics of everything.



Fingernail polish. Luckily none got on the floor.


First experience with desitin. Guess she liked it enough to try it again (see top of page). You think I'd learn to put it out of reach.

Yep I am one busy mom. Life is hard. I think when I get to the end of this stage in my life I will feel like saying, "It's been real. It's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun." And clap and HOORAH, and then cry because they're not little anymore. But the crying will come later. Much much later...

quote of the week

Mongee (our name for grandma)(to the boy): Do you love your mommy?

The boy: yes

Mongee: How much do you love your mommy?

The boy: I love my mommy, but I don't love her the muchest. I love DADDY the muchest.

There you have it. Hours of slave labour. HOURS! Daddy comes home from work helps with bath and it's off to bed and BINGO- he's Mr #1.

Nevermind hours of slavelabour.

He loves DADDY the muchest.

Catching up

We had a blast on Christmas. Here are a few pics. We went to Colorado to visit my sister for the new year and that was fun too. I didn't want to do a huge post telling you every detail, because nobody would read it. So I'll try to make up with extra pictures.

Christmas Morning

Our real live snowman

Sledding at Grandpa J's

She loves her Grandpa J

Making candy houses

Surprise!! We woke up one morning to find a couple o reindeer in our house!

Short Note

So I know it's been a while. During the day I am usually running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. In the evenings I don't feel like I even get a chance to breath a deep sigh of relief when the kids go to bed before it starts all over again. Three kids and the holidays are really working a number on me. There is still a sink full of dishes and a few baskets of laundry to fold, but I am leaving it and am going to bed early tonight. For once. I need it. I haven't been on the computer at all lately. I just spent a very few minutes trying to catch up on some blogs, but I really just wanted to go to bed. But I thought I'd drop you all a note and let you know I'm not dead. Just REALLY REALLY alive. Hope all your Holidays are KILLER and
Merry Christmas to everybody. I'll try to post again soon. With pictures even.

Mom

So I was looking for a nice quote to fit into this cute book I was making at snapfish, and found a bunch of quotes on mothers. It was actually quite nice to read them, because it made me feel a little bit better at what I am doing every day. Sometimes it seems like you'll never make a difference and all the hard work of motherhood is shoved under the rug and not recognized. Well some of these quotes just really struck me, and I hope they do you too. So I will post them here. I would love to post more, but the small boy is sick, and I really need to tend to his needs. Poor little boy.

Enjoy:

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field, since the payment is pure love. ~Mildred B. Vermont

Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that. ~Golda Meir


The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty

The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent than that of kings or priests. ~Author Unknown

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children

It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it. ~From the television show The Golden Girls


AMEN

Halloween

This halloween we got to learn a cute little poem that the boy learned at preschool. You know the one:

"Five little pumpkins sitting on a fence".

Well when the girl heard it she was all over that. Although she changed it a little. So we have heard a lot about "Five little Mumpkins."
It has been extremely cute. Unfortunatly I don't have any new pictures, because my camera broke, but no fears, it has been fixed and is on it's way back. So here are some randomly chosen from the last download.

Little Spooks

Well it's about time I post again. Life is crazy at this time. We just had a couple of halloween parties. Here is some excellent footage of the one we hosted. Yes this is the man getting busted. They finally found his stash. Just kidding, we have a cop friend that was invited to our party but couldn't come because he was on duty. So he came with lights and sirens and all and crashed the party. Then I told him he should handcuff the man. It was actually very spontaneous. They both started running and this is what happened.











Here are the darling kiddos (at another party- one more suitable for children)