Hey! I know her!

6:50AM – We are standing at the bus stop in a crowd of kids who are running around. Moms are all dressed in their PJ’S with super hot hairstyles called “it’s too early for this”.

A white minivan passes the bus stop on its way out of our neighborhood. Suddenly Isaiah starts loudly proclaiming he knows the driver.

Isaiah: I know her! That’s my librarian! That’s my librarian!

Aaron: (screaming loudly) What?!?! I met her. I had “librarian” for related arts one time. I know her! 

Isaiah: Why does she live in our neighborhood?

I glared at him with a look that I’d hope would express I wanted them both to SHUT UP immediately. 

Me: Why not? Please let it go. 

Thankfully they both dropped it. A few seconds later Aaron points to one of the moms and begins to shout.

Aaron: I know her too! I saw her at my school!

Me: That’s great bud. Bring your voice down.

He walks closer to the woman and walks directly in front of her.

Aaron: What?!?! She always has a BIG smile on her face. 

Well…at least we live around some friendly people 🙂

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Robots & Jack Hammers

robotsConversations with a five year old…

Me: I really need to go grocery shopping.

Aaron: A robot could do that for you.

Me: How much do they charge?

Aaron: A billion percent. You don’t even have to plug them in. You don’t have to wait. They charge themselves. It’s inside them already. They are the best robots ever.

Me: No, how much would they charge me to go get my groceries? Continue reading

It’s The Weekend! A Time To Rest or No?

It’s Friday night! I’m off of work and finally get inside our apartment just before 8PM. I ordered pizza already.

I lay down my things and sit on the edge of my bed. Breathe…the work week is over. Finally time to relax 🙂

My two boys come rushing in. Mama! Mama! Lots of hugs (smells of sweat, grass, dirt, etc.) and kisses as we catch up on how their day was. Video games, football, playing cards with daddy. It was a good day.

Not unlike any other day Isaiah’s bouncing got a little out of control. He knocked over a can of coke on my night stand. It spilled onto the edges of my pillows, on the bed, down the side of my night stand and finally dripping swiftly into the carpet.

Both children scatter. Interesting…. Continue reading

Brunch & Paper Towels

Today is a teacher work day. This means I have to work double. I’m working from home while looking after my two kids. Ultimately this is an impossible task.

“I’m hungry”

“Can we play pretend bakery?”

“I don’t want to watch Star Wars!”

“Can I play on your phone?”

Taking a break I drive them down to a local restaurant for brunch. Me and my two children at a sit down restaurant is usually a recipe for disaster. Overall they behaved fairly well with the exception of the “pig” topic.

Isaiah: “I know what bacon is made of. It’s pig.”

Me: “Yep. That’s right.”

Isaiah (loudly): “HEY! AARON, THIS IS PIG! DID YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS PIG?”

Me: “Isaiah! Lower your voice son. That’s enough!”

Maybe 30 seconds later…

Aaron: “Mama, can I have some of your pig?

On the way home we stopped by Harris Teeter for paper towels. Walking back to one of the last aisles I was distracted by a few sales. We grabbed two 32 oz. Cool Blue Gatorades ($.57/each) and a box of Fruit Loops ($1.97). As I’m pacing back and forth contemplating my paper towel purchase I see Aaron crouched down by the toilet paper. He seemed terribly upset and was looking underneath the shelves. His Cool Blue Gatorade rolled away….

Me: “It’s fine Aaron. We’ll just grab another one on the way to the register.”

Aaron: “But I want my Gatorade!”

His facial expression becomes more pathetic and his big brown eyes peer up at Josh the Harris Teeter employee who happened to walk by at just the right time. He got down on the floor and reached under the shelves to rescue the Cool Blue Gatorade. I thanked him very much and as we headed out of the aisle a gentleman behind me commented on how Josh really went above and beyond today. If Josh only knew how much more work was to be done…

I remembered how nasty my kitchen sink is and decided to grab a pack of green scrubby sponges too. On aisle 9 just before I got to them I hear a loud thud and the rush of liquid. Oh God…NO…Not today! Aaron has a look of horror on his face. In front of him is a broken plastic bottle with Cool Blue Gatorade gushing out onto the floor and underneath the shelves. How? Why? Are you serious? This is not Aaron’s first time spilling things at the store. Let’s take a quick trip down memory lane. Three years ago…

Aaron spill

Embarrassed and red faced I took the broken bottle up to the front trying not to make eye contact with Josh who was now helping bag groceries. I found an employee in the self checkout section and explained/apologized for what happened. He said it was absolutely fine. Nothing to worry about. Then he walks straight over to Josh and I’m guessing asked him to clean up the mess. Josh turns around and I immediately wanted to die.

Oh no, I didn’t grab the green scrubby sponges. What an idiot! I have to have them though. I drag the kids quickly back down to aisle 9. I grab the sponges and as we turn around Josh is walking into the aisle with a big yellow caution sign. I awkwardly say something stupid about how he should have just left the Gatorade under the shelf to begin with as we walk by. Why would I say that?

We check out. We pass by the cookies near the exit. Not today folks. Not today.

An Old Story for TBT

I am the only girl in the house. I have my husband, a 6yr old, and a 3 yr old. My boys can drive me absolutely INSANE but at the same time they make me laugh each and every day.

The things my boys say and do are hilarious. The things they make me say and do tend to be more comical though. For example, last week I took them to the fall festival the daycare put together. (Husband was unable to make it due to work) so it was me vs. the two of them.

I lost.

Justin Bieber and “Let it Go” (Frozen) music created an instant migraine upon my arrival. We walked up to two jump castles and I immediately lost control. Both boys threw their shoes off and off they went. Do you think they stayed together? Of course not.

Let me back up about 10-15 mins. My younger son goes to the daycare full time and the older child just comes after school. When I arrived to pick them up I was given a large plastic bag with stickers and my son’s name all over it and somehow I ended up with my older son’s back pack. So back to the jump castles…

I am wearing my son’s backpack and I have both pairs of sneakers in the decorated plastic bag. I “bounce” back and forth between the two children on different jump castles trying to get them to play on the same one.

Eventually the younger son comes off and I put his shoes on. His friend sits down beside him and I end up tying her shoes as well. Then here comes his older brother…”come on! Let’s go play”

He sprints after him and flings off his shoes into the grass!

Trying not to show my frustration I put the sneakers in the bag and look over to see my boys running away from the jump castles. Thank you God!

Do they stay together? Of course not. One is grabbing a water bottle from a large cooler. (I hope these are for everyone) The younger one is over by the carnival games standing in front of a man holding a bright orange candy bowl. I end up holding the bottled water in the back pack after 2 sips from my wonderful child. He runs off after I took it off his hands and I drag myself over to the one getting candy. He has inspected every piece in the bowl but still struggles to make a decision as the line behind him gets longer and longer. “Come on! Just pick a piece and keep it moving” – finally he grabs a lollipop. Does he put it in the bag? Of course not! He stands there and takes 45 seconds to remove the paper and then starts the “I’m going to be a sticky mess in about 3 minutes” process. Lots of spit, sucking noises, crunches, etc.

I yelled for my other son to come see me about 4-5 times as he ran by me with his little friends and I’m becoming more and more frustrated every moment I’m at this festival.

Why did I come? I knew this was going to happen. To make a very long story short we ended up playing the carnival games and found ourselves on a mini fire truck hayride on the way out. Both boys were told they were grounded from “the phones”. What the heck?!?!? They don’t even have a phone or a job. Why do my boys have my iPhone so much? It’s mine. What happened to board games and Legos? They are here in the house and by that I mean all over the house. Little ninja weapons left out for mommy to get hurt with.

I have to get it right with these boys before it’s too late…

Conflict Corner

Driving to the mall this afternoon I was listening to an audio book. The narrator was talking about how boys on the playground can give each other bloody noses and then be best friends again the next day.

Isaiah: “Just like conflict corner!”

Me: “Conflict what?”

Isaiah: “Conflict Corner is a place in my P.E. class. If you get in an argument with someone you go there. There’s a piece of paper that tells you what to do.

1. Each person shares their side of the story.

2. Together you come up with a solution.

3. You shake hands.

4. Give each other a compliment.

5. Go back and play.

Me: “What was the solution the time you went to conflict corner?”

Isaiah: “I’m not very good at coming up with solutions. I just asked my friend if he wanted to go back and play again. I’m a sly fox mama…just like my daddy.”

Random Things In My Fridge

Here is my refrigerator.20160414_204040.jpg The handle is beautifully decorated with a fluffy Christmas blanky. How this appliance has become an extra storage space is something I can’t explain. I’ve previously shared some of the random contents my lovely boys have left behind. In case you missed it here are the links.

Cold Little Socks

A Gorilla’s Funeral

Last night was no different. In the time it took me to make homemade buttercream frosting the blanky was tied to the handle and a surprise was waiting for me on the fridge door.

Poor “Omaha” the reindeer. Aaron said “he needed some cold time”. As always there’s never a dull moment around here 🙂

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“Omaha” the reindeer

How To Tell Who Cooked Breakfast

breakfast rockEggs….check.

Seasoning…check.

Cheese…check. Continue reading

7 Reasons Why I Blog

  1. My quotes, stories, pics etc. needed a home.
  2. Maybe someday it will make me money!
  3. I love stats…actually I’m addicted to watching this site grow!
  4. I wanted to learn more about website/blog building.

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  5. I wanted to learn how to manage social media in an effort to drive traffic to my site.
  6. I wanted to learn about networking.
  7. It’s an outlet. I love to tell stories and I believe there are parents out there that can relate.