Boys will be boys

This is the scene at my house when I put the boys in charge of doing the laundry

breakfast conversation

Here is the scene at my breakfast table this morning.

Zoey: Eating a dinner roll for breakfast

Adam: "Zoey, that roll looks like a mouse for a computer."

Zoey: "Yea."

Adam: "Hey Zoey, hold your roll like a mouse and I'll take a picture." shapes left hand into a circle (because he has a pop tart in his right hand) and puts it up to his eye. "click-click. Wow, that was a great picture."

Zoey: "I wanna see!"

Adam: turns a flat palm towards his sister as if showing her the LCD screen on some invisible camera.

And I just have to ask, do I really say stuff like that?

The 3 amigos

The baby sat up to the big kid table tonight, and ate a happy meal. Just like the big kids.



And he thought he WAS a big kid.

Don't tell him that he's really still the baby. What he doesn't know won't hurt him

Future Blogger

"Blue-eyed blond, with shoes on wrong 'cause she likes to dress herself."

Lonestar
My Front Porch Looking In

Webster's Child

Yesterday my 4 year old said to me "Mom, I have a brilliant idea."

Yes, my 4 year old used the word brilliant. And he even used it correctly! How brilliant is that?

Where is Mary Poppins when you need her?

The baby is in his room crying. He has been for nearly two hours now. I'm not usually the "let them cry themselves to sleep" kind of mom but today everything has been all wrong.

The movie I put in for the older two has ended and the DVD has a really annoying repeating menu that just keeps playing over and over and over and over and over. And they are fighting about something.

But I'm sitting in my room, on the floor, in the corner, crying. A good mom would go pick up the baby. A good mom would go turn off the DVD. A good mom would put an end to the crying. But I'm still just sitting in the corner, wondering when the good mom will show up and fix everything.

I need to go change the laundry over and put a new load in. I need to get dinner put in the crock pot or else there won't be time for the slow cooker to do it's magic by dinnertime. And I think the milk is still on the table from breakfast. But I can't find the will to move. So still I sit, on the floor, in the corner, crying.

Plus my head hurts. And my toe hurts. I hate that I broke my toe!!!

The kids and I were supposed to go horse back riding yesterday at my cousin's place. But I broke my dang toe and so I couldn't take them.

The neighborhood playgroup is going to the swimming pool today. But I'm short on cash, and I can't drive, and I can't get in the pool (thanks again to the stupid toe!!!) so we didn't go. I hate that we didn't go.

I hate that the combination of my hurt toe and soaring gas prices that we never go anywhere anymore. I'm stir crazy, the kids are stir crazy. And summer is slowly slipping through my fingers.....

A good mom would find a way to make lemonade out of so many lemons. A good mom would fill up the kiddie pool in the front yard. Or pull out scissors and paper and glue and do an art project. Or a science experiment. Or, at the very least, go play candy land!!!! But today I'm not a good mom, so still I sit on the floor, in the corner, crying.

I woke up to find I only had 1 diaper left for Zoey. Because I haven't been shopping, again thanks to the toe. I thought it would be a good opportunity to encourage her to use the potty. So we put on princess panties. And within 10 minutes she had peed through two pairs, meaning now I had more laundry to do AND carpet to clean. So I called my husband (who was already half way to work) and told him he had to turn around and go buy me some more diapers. My nerves couldn't handle that many puddles in one day.

How did I get here? When did I become this crumpled crying mess on the floor? I feel like I don't even recognize me anymore.