Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
As I do not have a creative bone in my body, I kept my butt inside and left the snowman building/getting wet and cold to the hubby.
I don't know if you noticed the snowman holding the beach shovels but the boys assured me that Frosty is headed to the snow beach so he needed them.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
This is them completely unfazed as they are bouncing in the bouncy house and ball pits.
Eventually, another child and three of my sisters showed up in time for the food. This is also called over an hour late. (That was especially for them, in case they're reading this.)
After eating was the traditional busting of the pinata which three year olds are no good at. I eventually just pulled the strings and let them go crazy.
Then we did the cake. This was nearly ruined as a guest blew the candles out before my son could get to them but we lit them again and let him have another go.
Now after all that and the four year old's friends went home, three more sisters and a brother showed up to extend my party which was supposed to be 1-3pm until six o'clock. Don't worry I paid them back and used them as cheap manual labor during the clean-up.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
The husband has been obsessed with posting old pictures on facebook. When I say old, these pictures are over two decades old. Since he is not technologically savvy this requires yours truly to scan in and upload each and every photo for him. (Your welcome honey!) Check out the vintage couch in the background...I rest my case. P.S. I wasn't born yet cause I am not that old. (Just in case you were getting any ideas.)
- Have you noticed that it is the Christmas season? Wednesday was the six year old's Christmas concert which is fine but his school runs from Pre-K to grade 8 and every class does a set of songs. I was there from 6 pm until 8:30. Have I mentioned that I dislike evening activities? They screw with bedtime, mealtime and most importantly T.V. time. Mind you, I would also complain if they put it on Saturday.....
By the way, I'm pregnant. That's pretty much going to be my excuse for everything for the next eight months. Get used to it.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
This year, instead of getting a lot of little presents, how about one big one? You know those commercials where the woman opens up the box of keys and then there is a fancy car in her driveway with a big bow on top? Yeah, that would be nice. Set the elves to work.
I live in hope,
P.S. I can make one big cookie instead of a lot of little ones, if that would help.
Dear NY Giants,
Remember when you were undefeated? Wasn't that nice? You beat the Cowboys before and you have to beat them again so that I still have a reason to watch the remaining games.
An undiscouraged fan
Dear Union Public Library,
When I take the three year old for story time, I kind of expect you to read him stories. Singing Hickory Dickory Dock and How Much Is That Doggie In The Window is all well in good but I don't really think it falls under the category of a story. You do have books in the library right? Just Checking.
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Now I know that I have been a very neglectful blogger lately but what the hell, it's my blog right? I can't help it if even sitting upright at the computer is making me ill. You are lucky you get any posts at all with the way I am feeling. It is a diabolical punishment for something which I haven't figured out yet. With the six year old I would be nauseous in the morning but as long as I waited long enough before eating, nothing ever actually came up. With the three year old I had major aversions, for example to bacon. As long as bacon was not cooked in my home, I was fine. This time, it comes on night and day with no rhyme or reason before I eat, after I eat, when I don't eat....What the hell???? I am hoping that since this particular bout of morning sickness is so severe that it can't possibly last as long....right??? Agree with me, damn it!!
My husband sent the six year old to bed at 7 pm last night because he was being a nasty whiny brat. So essentially he got an extra hour of sleep. What the hell? Can I be punished too? And then since he got an extra hour of sleep, why did he still give me a hard time waking up this morning? Thank God for vacation...only I still have to get up early to start the pumpkin pie, stuffing, turkey etc. etc. etc.
Why is it that my index finger hurts from too much mouse exercise? You know that little scroll down wheel? That's the one that for some reason has sprained my index finger. What the hell? Now I can't even enjoy my daily blogger fix without bodily injury?
So why is it that a TV station will get you hooked on a series and then take it off the schedule? Lifetime had Medium on at 7pm for a while which was great for me. I got to catch up on earlier seasons until they moved it to 12:30 AT NIGHT!! What the hell? Now I have to stay up until it ends at 1:30AM? Don't they know I have kids and need to get up at the crack of dawn aka 5:45 and therefore can't stay up to watch it? TNT totally did the same thing to my Bones episodes which used to come on everyday instead of only once a week. Also I was not pleased yesterday to see an previously unseen episode in the guide only to be tuning into Law and Order. What the hell? I mean really, it wasn't even a good one with Benjamin Bratt or Jerry Orbach.
To check out other What the Hell Wednesday posts go see Blue Monkey Butt. Seriously, what are you still doing here? Go!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
From our conference, I understand the three year old to be loving, cooperative and very independent in school. Apparently, you have sent me home the wrong child. When you find that loving, cooperative, independent three year old, call me.
Do you realize that I am only about eight weeks pregnant? Stop with the cravings. I have little enough food impulse control as it is without you chiming in. So far we have had two breakfasts and lunch. Try to hold out for dinner, okay? Thanks.
You have really brightened my world these past couple of months. Thanks for being you.
Hopelessly Addicted Blogger
Head over to ShortMama and 3 Bedroom Bungalow for some letter fun.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Once upon a time a witch had magic powers. Her name was Lightning Bolt. She made a motorcycle. She drove around on Halloween and stole candy. Then she went home and ate all the candy. She got a stomachache. The End.
The three year old was playing with his friend Noah. Noah was pretending to be Green Lantern and using his power ring on the three year old. The three year old was being Buzz Lightyear and shooting lasers out of his arm. Suddenly Buzz Lightyear falls over and says You killed my father! Noah's mom and I had a good laugh over that one.
I was putting the three year old to bed when he tells me...I love you to next week.
Aren't they wierd?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Now for the next rule of this award giving it out to some fabulous blogs I read...
Friday, October 30, 2009
You should hear the three year old do the evil laugh at the end. Hilarious!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
6 year old boy (on wearing his winter coat) I hate this. Now I'm all fluffy and people are going to laugh at me.
6 year old boy (on 3 year old wearing winter coat): (shaking his head) Now he's stuffed like a stuffed animal.
I was singing my version of a song from Bye Bye Birdie and the line goes like this: When you're not near me, I'm blue... 3 year old's response: Mom you're not blue! Look at yourself!
3 year old: I need to brush my teeth with a Wolverine toothbrush cause I have Wolverine pajamas.
3 year old: I can't eat two cookies. I need three cause I'm three years old.
Song on the radio was playing 1,2,3,4, Uno, Dos, Tres,Cuatro: 3 year old chimed in with: Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Cinco, Seis Siete, Ocho
If you think my kids are funny, check out some others at Mud Pies For Mommy.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I'm a little excited. If you were at the last game, you would have a little idea of why I am excited. Friday night, the game was supposed to start at 6 but didn't get started until 6:30. Then it started to rain, hard. So in the middle of a play, one of the moms of the other team yanked her son out of the game. The poor baby must have been about to melt. Anyway, that made the coach of that team decide to call the game because of the weather. Now normally, I am a fan of staying inside during cold wet weather but we had already been sitting in it and this was the third make-up game already. Apparently, the coaches of my son's team felt the same but being men refused to keep it to themselves. Instead, they loudly called the other team's coach a quitter and a cheater. Apparently, they felt my son's team was on the verge of a touchdown when they conveniently quit. Anyway, the argument got so intense that one of the dads had to take the kids away from the situation for fear of it getting ugly. Too late for that, though. Although I also did not want to have yet another makeup game today, I wasn't prepared to get into a vicious argument with anybody about it. (That is what my blog is for! HaHaHa) The whole scene was way too serious for a flag football game. Anyway, today's game got cancelled because of rain, again and they decided enough was enough, the season is over. Now I have until August to figure out if I will torture myself by signing him up again next year. Probably, I'm a shameless martyr.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Picking up the six year old from school, he gets in the car and says: Today was the worst day ever.
6 year old: No recess (It was raining)
Me: Well you know what is good about rainy days?
6 year old: What?
Me: No football practice!
6 year old: Today is the best day ever!
3 year old: Mom can you shred my pencil? (He meant sharpen.)
Me (to Husband on the way out the door): Drive carefully.
3 year old: Yes Daddy Drive carefully and don't bump into anything.
6 year old (For no reaon at all after finishing homework): Ooh, Aah, Dance in fancy pants!
For some other pretty funny kids check out Mudpies for Mommy.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Well I wish to go to Texas. I know it isn't very exotic but I have lived in Jersey most of my life and haven't been much outside of the Tri-state area. other than Disney and Massachusetts. But that's another story. Anyway I really want to visit parts of the US that are different from where I live and since my three year old is cowboy crazy, I think Texas is the way to go. And I am going, after I wear down my husband about it.
I also would like to visit Brazil. Who doesn't want to experience Carnival which is basically Mardi Gras done bigger.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Scary Mommy and have been trying to think what makes me a scary mom. I could say that it is because I am a terrible housewife since I hate to clean. (My adage is that dust I can't see really doesn't exist and that works fine for me.) I also hate ironing. My husband has graciously taken over this chore otherwise we would all be wearing clothes straight out of the dryer. (That is 10 minutes in the dryer to get the wrinkles out and on they go.) I also don't sew, knit or do any of those handy things. I could also say that it is because the rule in my house is basically my way or the highway. I don't fall for whining, temper tantrums or negotiating. Please, I grew up the oldest of ten. These two rugrats don't have what it takes to break me. If one of my sons decides to have a temper tantrum in the middle of the soccer field, I give him about thirty seconds to pull it together and then I walk away. Bu-Bye, going home without you. That shuts them up pretty quick. I could say that it is because after two kids I could care less about what I look like as I'm leaving the house to take them to (school, soccer, swim lessons, football etc.) but the truth is I really didn't care all that much about it before I had the kids, soo that doesn't work either. I think though that the scariest thing about me is that I'm perfect. Seriously, all the kids' bad habits are my husband's fault. Really! He is the one who owns the Playstation that they are in danger of becoming addicted to and he is also the one with the sweet tooth they seem to have inherited. Unfortunately, I married him so I guess it is my fault after all. Scary! Well if you think I am the least bit scary, make sure you post a comment so I can win a cool Flip camera which I now can't live without.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
6 year old: Mom, why didn't you name me something cool?
Me: What would be a cool name?
6 year old: Lightning Bolt
3 year old: Mom, can I have something to eat? (We were watching the older boy's football game.)
Me: Sure, how about a pretzel?
3 year old: But the pretzels all have white polka dots on them.
Me: Yep, its called salt.
Six year old: (When waitress forgot to bring parmesan cheese for his pizza) She's colder than a hot tin roof!
Me: Come on baby, lets go.
Three year old: Mom, I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy who goes to school!
Six year old: (After he forgot his notebook and I went home and brought it in to school.) You can't just bust in here like that!
Me: Oh yes I can and I just did!
To check out some other funny kids, go to Mudpies For Mommy.