Mommy log star date number 449 rounded to the nearest decimal point....... Okay, today I learned a valuable lesson. Never have your son a race down the drive way in your pajamas with out a bra on.(I know you wanted to have that visual of me) Plus I was bringing in the garbage can so I was running and pulling it with me down the driveway.
By the way, my drive way is like two hundred feet from my house no lie. Any who, my son yells,"race you mom!" I yell, "go!" with out thinking I bolt down the drive way and I am laughing and yelling, " I'm gonna win!" Well we get to the garage doors, and I am rubbing it into my seven year old's face that I won! He just starts laughing and proceeds to give me a play by play of what my body looked like as I was running. "Your stomach was going bong, bong, jiggle, jiggle." I think that this has been the only time in my life that I wanted to flip a child off! Needless to say this chub butt won! :):):):)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Not at the dinner table.
My favorite part of the day is sitting around the dinner table and talking about the days events. Well on this particular night, my oldest decides he needs to announce that he had the most awesome bowel movement earlier that day at school. It looked like a snake with two heads! GROCE! That is a picture in my head I could of done with out. Of course his dad laughs while I am telling him that it is not a very polite thing to talk about especially at the dinner table! I will die a happy mommy if I can pass manners 101 with my kids.
My three year old has had the nick name 'chipmunk,' from the time he was introduced to baby food. He stores his food in his cheeks. I would go to put him to bed for the night, and he would still have dinner in his mouth. He will stuff his mouth until he can't talk, and then hold it there for some unknown reason. Then he will either spit it all over his plate or just hold it in his mouth. You would think that he would out grow this by now,but oh, no not him. The other day at dinner I looked up at him, and his cheeks are stuffed. I told him to spit some of it out so he could chew and swallow. He just looked at me and smiled with a mouth full of potatoes and green beans. You can only imagine what that looks like! Then he grabs his cup of milk and spits it all into his cup! What the what? Really I have not raised them in a barn! (We do live next to a barn however!) LOL!
My three year old has had the nick name 'chipmunk,' from the time he was introduced to baby food. He stores his food in his cheeks. I would go to put him to bed for the night, and he would still have dinner in his mouth. He will stuff his mouth until he can't talk, and then hold it there for some unknown reason. Then he will either spit it all over his plate or just hold it in his mouth. You would think that he would out grow this by now,but oh, no not him. The other day at dinner I looked up at him, and his cheeks are stuffed. I told him to spit some of it out so he could chew and swallow. He just looked at me and smiled with a mouth full of potatoes and green beans. You can only imagine what that looks like! Then he grabs his cup of milk and spits it all into his cup! What the what? Really I have not raised them in a barn! (We do live next to a barn however!) LOL!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Hey there chubby.......
So leave it to your kids to point out the obvious. Shortly after having baby number four my oldest boy is talking to me and I lean over to give him a hug and he pats my stomach and says;" hey there chubby, chubby." Nice. Then my five year old was getting his hair combed for school and my baby is two months old by now. He looks at me over his glasses, and with his lisp tells me that I still look pregnant. Was I sure that they got all the babies out? Love it. Just so you know baby girl weighed nine pounds and was twenty one inches long. She was our biggest baby. My body payed for it dearly! She was sooooo worth it how ever!
Then there are the times when your kids pick the wrong time to tell you a description of some one they saw.
When my oldest was four we were in the grocery store, and he saw a man that had what he called, "a really big root beer belly."
The man was standing right behind us in the checkout so you know he could hear him! When have you ever known a four year old to talk with his inside voice?
At our house we love to watch movies! My kids and I can memorize every line even if we have only seen it one time. So we like to give a play by play of all the funny parts to all of our extended family members especially at family functions. All of our families do this when one of them have seen a funny movie. Any who, our favorite one to watch together is Nacho Libre. We love it when Nacho is wearing his stretchy pants just for fun! Well we were headed into Walmart, and this very heavy set lady comes walking out in neon pink stretchy pants, and a tank top. I could already see the wheels a turning in my kid's faces. So before they could say anything..... I said" Sometimes you wear stretchy pants just for fun!" Thank goodness she could not hear me because my kids could not stop laughing! Oh the things you see at Walmart. :)
Then there are the times when your kids pick the wrong time to tell you a description of some one they saw.
When my oldest was four we were in the grocery store, and he saw a man that had what he called, "a really big root beer belly."
The man was standing right behind us in the checkout so you know he could hear him! When have you ever known a four year old to talk with his inside voice?
At our house we love to watch movies! My kids and I can memorize every line even if we have only seen it one time. So we like to give a play by play of all the funny parts to all of our extended family members especially at family functions. All of our families do this when one of them have seen a funny movie. Any who, our favorite one to watch together is Nacho Libre. We love it when Nacho is wearing his stretchy pants just for fun! Well we were headed into Walmart, and this very heavy set lady comes walking out in neon pink stretchy pants, and a tank top. I could already see the wheels a turning in my kid's faces. So before they could say anything..... I said" Sometimes you wear stretchy pants just for fun!" Thank goodness she could not hear me because my kids could not stop laughing! Oh the things you see at Walmart. :)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Underwear
My five year old just informed me that he has a secret for me. Not a secret for my ear though. He told me that he is wearing three pairs of underwear. When I asked him why? He told me, "because it feels good." I was wondering why his pants looked snug. LOL!
Oh the joys of potty training!
I bet that this has happened to any one who has a toddler. I dread going to the grocery store any ways, and when I have all my kids with me.... let's just say I am ready for a good stiff drink by the time we make it through. On this particular outing I was in the process of potty training my three year old, and yes I waited until he was three to start him. Any who, we are in the store and taking a potty trainer out in public you are just asking for it. We are walking down the isle and I ask him if he needs to go. He looks at me through the top of his glasses, by the way he also wears glasses. He looks like the little boy in Jerry Maguire however you spell that . He says," no mommy." "Are you sure?" , "YES DUH!" So I continue on my journey of wrapping the isle's of insanity. Have you ever been to Walmart on a Saturday morning? YIKES! All of the sudden he yells with about a billion people around, " I have to poop!" then he proceeds to hold his bum. I am thinking ,"OH CRAP! " My cart is filled to the brim I can barley push it fast enough to get to the bathroom, and he is yelling it the whole way there. Nice. We did make with only a tiny pee spot on his jeans.
Do you know what would be cool?
So my five year old and I were driving to pick up his cousin to come play at our house.
Well I look in the rear view mirror and I could see that the wheels were just a turnin' in his little mind. Then he says,"Mom, do you know what would be so cool?" He has a lisp, and wears glasses so when he tells you something it's just even more that funny. Any who, he goes on to say," I think that when you have another baby I hope that it's a boy, and that he looks like Jesus, and has long hair with a beard, and a green light saber." Mind you, everything that is revolved in his world is Star Wars.
Also a note about my five year old. He packs his back pack at least three times a day to run away. In fact as sure as I am sitting here blogging this he is outside on the front porch with his back pack. He knows he can't go on the road and so he ususally goes through the hay field to his aunts house. Who ever said that girls are more dramatic then boys has never met my five year old.
Our day is never fulfilled unless one of the boys has thrown up. My seven year old has the most sensitive gag you have ever seen. If his sister is stinky and he get's a whiff..... Yep, he will throw up. I feel sorry for his future wife. He gags if any thing has a weird texture feel on his tongue. If he starts to think about anything that will gross him out. I have to spend the next ten minutes talking him out of an episode with Ralph on the big white telephone. The best is when we are at family parties and it happens.
Example. We are at my in laws for Easter this year, and my seven year old is out side playing when all of the sudden he comes barreling in the house with the look of GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY! He yells, "I am going to throw up! " That 's great as everyone is sitting around eating Easter dinner. My sister asked him if he was sick and he said,"no I just saw a rotten orange out side, so I picked it up and threw it in grandma's basket ball hoop then it exploded and all this black stuff came out!" First of all YUCK! Second of all why throw a rotten orange in the basket ball hoop? SERIOUSLY!
Then let's not forget the time in church when I was sitting up at podium waiting to give a talk, and my husband comes in late with all the kids. Well the five year old and the three year old are fighting, and my husband is holding the baby so he can't referee very well so he just leads them to the nearest seats just in time for my three year old to yell out to the quiet congregation, "I hate you butt head!" I was looking around like I had no idea who he belonged too.
Well I look in the rear view mirror and I could see that the wheels were just a turnin' in his little mind. Then he says,"Mom, do you know what would be so cool?" He has a lisp, and wears glasses so when he tells you something it's just even more that funny. Any who, he goes on to say," I think that when you have another baby I hope that it's a boy, and that he looks like Jesus, and has long hair with a beard, and a green light saber." Mind you, everything that is revolved in his world is Star Wars.
Also a note about my five year old. He packs his back pack at least three times a day to run away. In fact as sure as I am sitting here blogging this he is outside on the front porch with his back pack. He knows he can't go on the road and so he ususally goes through the hay field to his aunts house. Who ever said that girls are more dramatic then boys has never met my five year old.
Our day is never fulfilled unless one of the boys has thrown up. My seven year old has the most sensitive gag you have ever seen. If his sister is stinky and he get's a whiff..... Yep, he will throw up. I feel sorry for his future wife. He gags if any thing has a weird texture feel on his tongue. If he starts to think about anything that will gross him out. I have to spend the next ten minutes talking him out of an episode with Ralph on the big white telephone. The best is when we are at family parties and it happens.
Example. We are at my in laws for Easter this year, and my seven year old is out side playing when all of the sudden he comes barreling in the house with the look of GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY! He yells, "I am going to throw up! " That 's great as everyone is sitting around eating Easter dinner. My sister asked him if he was sick and he said,"no I just saw a rotten orange out side, so I picked it up and threw it in grandma's basket ball hoop then it exploded and all this black stuff came out!" First of all YUCK! Second of all why throw a rotten orange in the basket ball hoop? SERIOUSLY!
Then let's not forget the time in church when I was sitting up at podium waiting to give a talk, and my husband comes in late with all the kids. Well the five year old and the three year old are fighting, and my husband is holding the baby so he can't referee very well so he just leads them to the nearest seats just in time for my three year old to yell out to the quiet congregation, "I hate you butt head!" I was looking around like I had no idea who he belonged too.
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