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Sunday, April 18, 2010

I know!

I KNOW!
Easter was a really long time ago...
But, Blogger was acting weird...
and was taking 2 days to upload pictures...
No, I am not realy exaggergating about the two days...
I left my computer open one weekend and they took that long!
I decided that I did not have the patience...
Thus, is why you are just now seeing pictures from G and Ballerina's school Easter parties!
They were loads of fun!
Okay, I think I have more updates to work on...
Be expecting them!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Palm Sunday in Pictures

And we will end with Ballerina picking her nose...

Friday, April 09, 2010

No Joke of Dinner

I am not humored.

This is NOT a joke.

This REALLY happened to me, and I am NOT in the least bit amused.

This evening we were about to enjoy dinner on our back porch...Eric had cooked hotdogs and was bringing the goodies from the house outside...

G had helped himself to a hotdog and had decided to take it to the playhouse to eat. At first this annoyed me because the rest of us were sitting at the table, but I decided it was okay and not to get worked up about it. The dogs were following him out to the yard, and I figured he would eventually receive a natural consequence - one of them eating his food - for not sitting with us.

That is when I look up from doctoring my own hot dog to see my son with a hotdog in one hand and his boy part (that resembles a hotdog) exposed in his other hand!

I was flabbergasted! So, I shout, "Put your penis away, son!"

He, as he often does, looks at me as if I am an idiot speaking Greek to him! So, I feel inclined to repeat myself louder and slower, "Put your penis away, son!"

That is when he obliges with my wishes, says "okay".. and takes another giant bite of his hotdog.

Eric walks back outside as I get up to go in the house to get a cool drink. As I brush past him I say, "You are going to need to deal with your son...He just had his boy part out in the middle of the yard, and I do not know what in the world he was doing."

Then HE looks at me like I am crazy, shrugs his shoulders and says, "Okay."

What? Okay? Uhhh...

He calls G over to him and asks, "Did you have your penis out of your pants just now in the yard when you were eating your hotdog?"

G: "Yes sir."

Eric: "Okay."

I walk back outside to see him dismiss G and take a bit of his hotdog. That was it! This was the entire conversation!

That is when MY dog walks up and I see the wet streak(s) down her back and it all begins to make sense...

I ask, "Did you just pee on Maggie?...Is that what you were doing in the middle of the yard?"

Again, with that look that screams my mom is an idiot, he proclaims he does not know! So, I give him the look as if HE is the idiot! (I know where he learned to perfect that look, and I am not going to deny it!)

Then Eric, who has grown slightly more interested in the situation now that pee is involved, questions, "G, did you or did you not pee on the dog?"

G: "I guess so."

No joke.

And then, as if it was slow motion, I picked up my hotdog to take my first bite and Maggie began to shake her wet self...

No joke.

I sat down my ruined hotdog and went inside to dry, disinfect myself, and text my family for discipline advice. (To which my brother replies when I ask how to deal with G..."Put his nose in it!")

After my cleansing I am talking to my mom in my bedroom on the phone about her new job as a reporter/photographer and wedding consultant (don't ask...this is an entirely different story) when G walks in with a brown mess on his face...I should have known better than to ask...

"G, what is all over your face?"

He replies matter-of-factly, "Poop." (And, my mother can serve as a witness to this... )

"Poop? ... No, really, what is on your face?" I quiz him again thinking that I MUST have heard wrong because there is no way that my 5-year-old has poop smeared all over his face.

G (nodding): "Poop."

My mom in the phone: "Ask him whose poop it is?" Of course! I want to know that!?!?

Me: "Whose poop is all over your face?"

G: "Roxy's" (The other dog.)

Right. Dog poop. Who would have guessed?

No joke!

And with that I decided to sit down and vent my frustrations with you all hoping to see the silver lining in the joke of a dinner. Oh, the joys of motherhood...

With that I am off...Ballerina just screamed that she peed her panties.

Joy...

Sunday, April 04, 2010

I Stink at Blogging Part IV: Little Girsl Grow Up Too Fast

I am slowly but surely catching up with this blogging thing. I anticipate that if I keep working at this rate that I will catch up...well, NEVER!

Who am I kidding?

So, over Spring Break Ballerina grew up...literally!

First, she got her very first haircut.She did not really care that this took place. Mommy was just tired of trying to tame the mop on her head! It was impossible!Of course, I did not know that they were going to cut it so short, but it was something she had needed for a long time.

Then she started wearing panties ALL DAY with NO ACCIDENTS! She just woke up one day and decided that she had officially had enough of the diaper and as not had one on since!

Then, since Christmas each time we have been in a store and seen earrings she has begged me to get her some. Daddy and I really did not think that she was old enough to understand what it meant to get her ears pierced, so we said things like, "Baby getting your ears pierced really hurts...it is like getting shots in your ears..." You know, all of the typical things one might do to "scare" their daughter into not getting something when you are the one who truly has an "issue" with the situation.

However, no matter how intense our scare tactics, Ballerina stood firm and insisted that she get her ears pierced.

And, being the real pushovers Daddy and I are, we consented...and then Gigi took her to get them pierced! She calmly climbed up in the chair like she knew exactly what she was doing.Her brothers made fun of her through the window...I feel as if that is only appropriate for the little sister!She watched intently...without ever moving...Except to see what they were doing...Even as they prepared, she remained completely calm.Almost creepily calm! I sure do not think I would have been able to sit there that still when my mommy was telling me, "It is going to be shots in your ears...and you are going to cry...and it is going to hurt...and.." (I am such a good mom!)But she did! And, just a few seconds later she had the most beautiful earrings and was posing with Daddy.And posting with Gigi...And, of course, Mommy!

Dang...little girls grow up WAY too fast! And just because I think this picture is funny...Have you ever seen a more fascinated group of people? I did not think so...They were mesmerized my a helicopter in the mall. Humm...

Okay, that is all for now. More later...when I attempt to blog more. Ha!