If the fortune cookie says it........

We went and got Chinese for dinner tonight and of course had the complimentary fortune cookies. My fortune read "Cherish home and family as a special treasure"
My oldests interpretation...."Guess we're all going to become pirates."
After all, where there is treasure, there is always pirates!!!

I just had to share

Here's my little Ethiopian child, roaming the desert in search of food. Can anyone who knew him as a baby believe how skinny he is?

I think this is the best purchase we have ever made. I laugh for hours.

Clothes are completely overrated anyways.

Yep, still laughing.

3 years

This was me and my baby 3 years ago today.

And this is us today, on his birthday present.

Happy Birthday Toot! We love you!!

The weight of the world

My oldest child carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. I really wish he didn't, it makes me wonder what kind of nervous conditions he'll develop as he gets older. Anyways, here's an example or two of what I mean.

Last night I was laying in bed with him after tucking the younger one in. My husband made the mistake of turning the hall light off and my youngest quickly jumped out of bed and turned it back on. My oldest then made the comment "We need to teach Mac to sleep without the hall light on because he's wasting all our energy. Because if we're not careful we'll run out of energy and wont have it for other things, like video games!!"

When we were at the pool a couple weeks ago my husband took the youngest to the lazy river while my oldest was in the whirl pool (I stayed out and sort of watched, I get dizzy just thinking about it). When the oldest got out he quickly inquired as to where his younger brother was. When I explained he had gone with daddy the oldest asked "does daddy know my brother can't swim?" I honestly get the distinct impression sometimes that he does not trust us with the care his younger brother.

Today shortly after breakfast I suggested that we go get an icee, it's hotter than H-E-double hockey sticks here, (115) and it's the only way to stay semi-cool. My oldest quickly reminded me that "we just ate breakfast and we shouldn't already be eating again because then we'll be really full and that's not good for our bellies!!"

I expect some comments people

I need help people, and I'm not just talking about the professional psychological help that has been suggested to me over, and over. I need help coming up with a name for my blog. You see, I'm starting to get a few random hits from people I don't really know, I love this, but I feel the need to protect my children. So, I need you to help me come up with a name for my blog. I'm looking for something anonymous, something catchy, and something that makes sense for my blog.

Please people, help a sister out.

He's my difficult child

Let me start by saying that I love and adore my youngest, but he is difficult!!!! Especially when compared to his older, almost always perfectly behaved, brother. He really hit a new level of bad this last weekend though.

We had taken the boys to the local pool for an afternoon of swimming. As the evening came to a close we decided we would each take one child to the dressing room to change them. I got the youngest, which he was fine with until he realized the older one was going with dad. He started screaming and pulling a fit before we even made it to the dressing room, but I was not deterred. After all I'm a fantastic mother and I could handle the fit.
We get into the dressing room and he is screaming and kicking and thrashing. I lay him on the bench, throw my leg over him and get him undressed. It was easy. Then I tried to get his clothes on....The kicking and screaming escalated to the point that I could not get any clothes on him and eventually he even kicked his way out from under my leg. He then started running and screaming around the locker room. Still I persevered, first I tried reasoning with him, "it's too late to go with daddy, your naked and daddy is gone, you just need to get dressed now and then we can go find daddy." He screamed louder and tried hitting me. Then I tried threatening, "if you don't get dressed right now we're not going to Subway for dinner." He screamed harder. Then I did something that I really honestly never do, I spanked him, twice on his bare bottom!!! He kept right on screaming and kicking as if nothing had happened. Finally I gave up and realized that I'm actually a horrible mother that has no control over her child and said "fine, lets go get daddy". So out the front door we go, my youngest still screaming for his daddy and yes, still completely naked.

This isn't the end of the story.

So we drive home, I'm lecturing him the whole way about what a naughty boy he is and listing all the things he did that were unacceptable. When we get to the house we tell him he needs to go to bed because of his behavior. He starts crying and screams "NO, I'm not going to bed." So I have to grab him by the arm and drag him up the stairs kicking and screaming. I plop him on his bed and tell him how unacceptable his behavior is. Then through tear drenched eyes, with his chubby little hands on his cheeks he weakly asks "Are you mad at me mommy? Why?"

I dunno what I'm gonna do with him.

Magic trick

Wanna see a really sad trick?

In this first picture you have my baby, in all his floppy hair, big-bellied glory. And then with one hair cut......

He's a big boy :(

I don't have a title for this post.....

Yesterday my oldest got mad at my youngest and pushed him making him fall to the ground. My husband demanded that the oldest apologize and then give the younger one a kiss. This sent my oldest into a conniption fit I haven't seen from him in a while. He stomped his feet, folded his arms and screamed that he would NOT kiss it better. this was a little shocking to me because that is a much lighter sentence than what I would have given him. His father again instructed that he give his brother a kiss (he had already apologized). Again the conniption fit occurred. So I inquired as to the reason he did not want to kiss his brother and this was his response...

"Because he fell on his bum and I don't want to have to kiss his butt!!!!"

Eh, fair enough.

Body Art

The boys were playing outside with sidewalk chalk and decided to decorate their faces with it. The mustaches are compliments of my oldest.

I think it's working for him....

No comment...
actually I do have a comment, OOH, LA, LA!!

Things I never thought I'd say.....

I've been laughing out loud lately at the things I am required to say to my youngest in order to be a good parent, here's some of the better (crazier?) ones:


"We do not gouge eyes out!!!! Stop trying to gouge his eyes out!!!!"

"Please put your penis back in your pants."

"Stop licking the ground!!!"

"Keep your finger out of my nose please."

Oh, are you talking to me?

My cute babies

My husbands favorite thing these days is Mixed Martial Arts, (that's the UFC fighting). Last night he was watching some fights and my oldest came into the room, he sat down and watched a little and started getting into the fights. My husband then offered to get my oldest into mixed martial arts to which my oldest replied, "um, no thank you".
He agrees with me that he's just to dang pretty to do something like that.


I was getting myself ready the other morning and my children were underfoot driving me crazy, so I suggested they go down stairs and watch noggin. My youngest got all excited and told the oldest "let's go watch noggin!" The oldest then countered with "nah, lets watch cartoon network, it's way better than noggin." To which my youngest responded "oh yeah, right!!!"
He's working so hard on being as cool as his big brother.

a few bullets

• My oldest lost his second tooth, and his first "big-boy tooth" is already coming in.
• My youngest FINALLY pooped in the big boy toilet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• I'm taking my last science class ever this semester (knock on wood). For those who don't know the story, I have taken two science classes at every college I have attended, which is up to 4 at this point, but none of the credits ever actually transfered from one school to the next!!! But since I wont be moving anytime soon, I can say with decent certainty that it is my last science class.
• Said science class is an 8 week crash course in anatomy. It's exciting!!! (read that with sarcasm)
• Take away story? stay at one school until you graduate!!!
• I've lost 7 pounds so far and bought a pair of size 2 pants!!! (which I think is probably a fluke but I'm telling everyone who will listen anyways).
• I haven't cooked dinner once this week, nor have I made it to the grocery store. I probably wont be fitting into those size 2's by next week.
• I hope all the dads out there have a fantastic fathers day weekend!!!