Oct 31, 2011

This is Halloween

Don't you wish you were this cute?
For some reason I cannot get that Nightmare Before Christmas song out of my head.

And for good reason. This IS Halloween. And what a fabulous Halloween it was.

Thanks to all who contributed deliciousness and played at our house. A good time was had by most. I think.

This is the first family photo we have had in such a very long time. So I thought I would document it here on this Halloween night. Plus there are two really cute princesses in it and everyone looks normal-ish.

Photo courtesy of Grampy Cor-jet.

Oct 27, 2011

The Truth

I'm sitting in my family room on the couch and I have been for about 45 minutes looking at Pinterest and mostly wasting time. I pretty much epitomize every sick stereotype of stay at home moms. Oh. And I am in sweats. And my house isn't exactly clean. Booyah.

I was just about to kick myself into gear when I happened upon this article:

Notes from a Dragon Mom

If you are a parent, you should really read it. It's the truth about parenting. And it really puts life in perspective.

We aren't ever guaranteed a tomorrow with our children. No matter how much we stress and research and give to them everything we think will equip them with the tools for a perfect or more sound adulthood, nothing is certain. Only what is right now is certain. Today I will try to love them best in the now.

Even though my house could really use some serious elbow grease and I should probably get up I think I am just going to sit here and let Gianna keep sleeping on me.

I am so blessed.

Oct 16, 2011

Please Please Don't Do THAT in the Neighbor's Yard

A few days ago the girls and I were outside playing in the yard. Things were peaceful-ish. Gianna was bolting with the hot pink baby stroller and a stick straight down the driveway for the street while screaming "BUH-BYE! BUH-BYE". And Davy was playing in dirt.

But unfortunately because Gianna is pretty much incapable of keeping herself in a semi-safe state in the outdoors I decided to be a party pooper and bring the crazy indoors. With the widows closed. Where they scream after I force them inside and lock the doors.

Anywho. I grabbed Gianna first, because she is the most reckless and plopped her in the house. She screamed. Davy knew what was coming next, so she did what any kid would do. Ran to the backyard. I knew Gianna was not safe alone in a home for more then 4 seconds so I mad dashed with my gimpy knees back inside and left the wild animal Davy outdoors unattended. Gianna was temporarily scarred from being left unattended for 4 seconds and needed some serious snuggling and kisses to calm her little body down.

I looked outside and saw Davy coloring peacefully on the driveway with chalk right outside the window. "Davy? Sweet love? Can you come inside darling child? Mother dear needs you to come indoors now for a nutritious and delicious delectable." That's what I should have said.

I think I just screamed her name and attached the word door to it.

She informed me that she was drawing a bridge and asked sweetly if it was the same bridge that she used to go on in San Francisco when she was a baby. It was almost an exact replica out of blue chalk made using circles and squiggles.  She was so happy out there. I watched her from the window and then put away a few items disgracing my kitchen table.

I yelled out for her to come in now. I heard her try the front door. It was locked from a few moments earlier while capturing Gianna.

She ran to the back door. I heard her trying to open the door.

"I'll be right there Davy..." I told her. But I gave her a second. She can always get that door. I figured she would get it open like she always does.

But something was different. I heard nothing.

So I looked out the window and saw this:

Davy standing in my neighbor's yard with her tights and shoes and underwear thrown in the grass next to her. And she was squatting in a pink fluffy dress.

"DAVY! What are you..."


Then I saw it. Poop in my neighbor's yard.

It's ok though. A teenage neighbor boy was driving by at that exact moment. He was stopped in front of my house. Rightly horrified at the scene.

I was maturely and quietly laughing hysterically while walking toward the door.

Davy was traumatized. She had to go so bad.

I was kind of proud of her for not pooping in her pants. It really sucks cleaning poop out of clothes.

After they were down for a nap later I went outside with a plastic bag like people with dogs do when they remove feces from their neighbor's yards. It's pretty much like the same thing right?

Oct 11, 2011

Our House is a Very Very Very Fine House or Random Afternoon Happenings

Gianna thinks the caps lock KEY IS HILARIOUS. And WE ARE continuously battling one other while I am on the computer. LIKe rigHT NOW.  And Davy is using a spoon to curl my hair. Life. is. good.

Ummm I should be cleaning right now. For SURE. Everything that used to live on top of our fridge is on the couch and I don't know what to do with myself. I have hit a roadblock. And Gianna is sitting on me, so there is no way I can get up. Ow. And she is ripping the earrings out of my ears. Can I get worker's comp. for injury? I'm talking to my boss later. Now Davy is on top of me. I can barely type. If you are still reading, try to stay awake because....

In other exciting news, my little sister has been holding her baby hostage in utero even though we have tried literally everything to get that little baby to come on out. I feel like she isn't even trying. If you have had a baby, you know what I'm talking about.

I'm excited that it's fall for real. I kept driving down the road wondering why the leaves were changing so early this year. Life is glorious.......(except that I hurt my knees and can't run my very first marathon. tear.) I'm just going to go ahead and count 20 miles as my personal marathon. sad sad day.

This song was stuck in my head. And I think it should be stuck in yours too....at least these words:

Our House is a very very very fine house

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