March 25, 2012

Two of a Kind

I am glad we have two kids. I never realized how quiet it was, growing up as an only child. Quiet is never (ever) available here. But the two amigos are truly amigos and ninjas and funny. I would have another kid if I thought I could take the noise. I can't. No way.
The kids are really starting to get funny. James, especially. He is learning the fun in taunting his sister. Telling her things like, "There's a gorilla outside!" And she goes, "Oh no, Bubbba!!!!" and starts crying. He says, "Oh yes there it is!" and he chases her to her room.

But, I tell you... I am blown away by the smart mouth of a four year old. God is giving me exactly what I deserve, I suppose.

Me:        Do not hit!  You be nice to your sister, James!
James:   YOU be nice to ME, mom.
Me:        What did you say?
James:   You heard it.
Me:        You go straight to timeout.
James:    YOU go to timeout.

Oh boy.  The kid's lucky he survived that day. 

My favorite: is the kids' uses of appropriately timed expletives. I try to not say "shit" in general (although it's my favorite bad word), but especially in front of the kids. But when I broke my foot a few weeks, I think I came wailing in the house with something like "shit shit shit shit" pouring out of my mouth.

Well, it wasn't one day, and Stella fell. First thing she said?  Do I need to repeat it?


Kids are a mess.  I am still tired. Four years later.  Right now, they are wrapped up like tacos in the hallway runner rug.  Literally destroying the house right before my eyes.  What can I do?

Nothing, so I just drink coffee and enjoy it.

March 17, 2012

Fashionista

Stella Rae is pretty much a fashionista.  She'll appear at the dinner table, wearing her high heels, a skirt and a boa. (We can't convince her that shirts are a good idea).

Today, however, she came downstairs with a less than fashionable get-up.  That being said, she really just looks like one of the Olsen twins.  Maybe she'll have her own line one day.


Happy St. Patty's Day weekend.  The Expert and the kids have a cold (or an allergy) and we are laying around like slugs. 

"This is my tail."

March 10, 2012

Lazy Saturday

Well, really, I'm the only one who's being lazy today. Okay, so Stella Rae squeezed in some good nappage.


The Expert is cleaning out the garage, the kids have run laps around the neighborhood, and I am sitting with my gimpy foot up on the coffee table and writing triathlon tales for the book.

The Expert had James working upstairs, and promised him some money. Then came the lesson in saving money and we made a piggy bank. Okay, so a piggy box. It was an "on the fly" lesson, so it will have to do for now. Well, that is something productive I did: wrapped a box in paper, and cut a hole in the top.  James made thirty cents for his efforts.  The child labor commission is going to come after the Expert.


Stella Rae woke up from her couch nap to find that James had made money and gained a piggy box.  We had to bribe with suckers to keep the chaos from spiraling out of control.

Stella's boo boo nose. She had a fight with a chair. Chair won.

The smoking robot is making a Boston Butt outside, the air is smelling super good, and I am ready for a relaxing (ha) evening. Well, perhaps a nice one, nevertheless.

March 5, 2012

Take Nothing For Granted

As I turned out the light in James' room tonight, I felt sad and lost as a mother.  And not for the first time ever.

Last night, I had read about a family that just lost their almost four year old boy... out of nowhere.  He was sleeping, safe...and then he wasn't. 


As I told the babies goodnight tonight, I realized that what it's very likely I will see them in the morning, alive and well, but there is a chance that tonight is our last night... that every day could be the last.  I have been taking too much for granted. I won't do it anymore.


I read "Pinkalicious" with the Princess Stella, and she whispered to me, "Mommy, I love you. You are just a beautiful pink princess."
"I love you too, Stella Rae," I said.
"Oh, I know, Mommy, you always say dat," she said, "I love you, and Ms. Joni, and Daddy.  Where is Daddy?"
I said, "He's on a trip."
"Oh yeah," she said, "He'll be back and bring me two presents."
James & his "girlfriend," Avery
As I stood in the doorway to James' room, I told him, "I love you." He said, "I love you too.  Goodnight, Mom."
"You're my best boy, James."
He giggled, "You're my best girl, Mom."

If tomorrow never comes, I hope they know I love them.  And if they don't, then maybe they'll have the memory of the day we all three had "robot legs."