and, they're GONE!

After cleaning poopy bums, toilets, floors, and hands; (collective "ewe" here)

I have finally reached my limit on how many fights I'm willing to mediate about POTATO HEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I collected ALL 10, 396 pieces, and put them in TIME OUT.

There. That outta do it.

good grief...

Now:

J is screaming and crying, because he "only has 10 Mr. Potato Heads" and wants M's....

This week:

Tue -2am

M: MOMMY!!!!!!!

Me: What! What! Are you okay???

M: Yes. Will you make me an ice cream sundae?

Wed - 3a

J: HI MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!! Let's PLAY POTATO HEADS!

Thurs - 4a

J: Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.
Is it sunny our yet?

Now

J: (crying) but I don't have ALLL the pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lord, give me strength.

The answer is always YES ;-)

I can't believe I forgot to mention this yesterday.

So, we're in the McD's drive thru, and right after I pay, a worker sticks her head out the window and says "We accidentally made an extra! Would you like it?"

I nod excitedly, as she hands over an ICE CREAM CONE. <3

Mikey over the moon. McD's cones are special reward gifts for him. Thankfully, double J was sound asleep, and the lucky boy was able to enjoy his surprise prize in peace.

It may not sound like much, but, it made my day. This is one of the reasons I'm so fat. I <3 Mc D's, and everyone who works there. muwah! ;-)

Oh, because....

They're = THEY ARE

Their = at THEIR house

There = over THERE

They're at their house. They live over there.

There. I feel much better. :-)

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But while I'm here....

YOU'RE = YOU ARE.

As in: YOU'RE bothering me.

Where did you get YOUR degree? Clearly, YOU'RE not required to pass a grammar test in order to obtain one THERE.

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Yes. Better now.

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My neck still hurts.
I finished my book.
I think I have a stomach bug.
And a cold..
boo hoo.

owe. my neck!

Gah! It feels like I have snapped something vital in my neck. Not good on any day, but especially when there are two (TWO!) little people screaming my name, demanding attention all the live long day.

::big, poor me - pitty party - sigh::

Did I mention J has diarrhea? "MOMMY!! WIPE MY BUTT! NOW!" yes boss. right away.

M&J paid a visit to their friend the Pediatrician yesterday, and had their ears cleaned out. Allow me to share here, that NEVER in my life have I seen so much crap extracted from one's ear.
Holy - what the heck is that - batman. What a mess.

Happy Note:

Reading: The Hunger Games (awesome)

Saw Valentine's Day last night. What a cute movie :-) I really like it. What a nice surprise!

Also:
The big glowing star in the sky has returned, and it's 60. Now, if only they would go outside......

and the day begins..

J: I want a Barbie.

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J: (to the dog) RUFF! RUFF! MOMMY! I don't like Jappers. He barks.

Dog:

Me:

J: RUFF!

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J: Mommy, I found a Buzz Lightyear GRANDPA!

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and of course:
J: I'm a BABY. Goo Goo GA GA! (maniacal laughter)
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The above was all in rapid fire succession. He's nuts.

And to break up the day....

Jump Zone.

Two Birthday parties.

Open Play.

It's......loud

It's......chaotic

It's NOT FUN.

Okay...the boys had a blast, but the big kids there tackled the little ones. The parents of the bigger kids paid no attention, and the facility had ZERO workers in the arena.

I hate that place.....slightly less than listening to chicka chicka boom boom x forever, watching Alvin (and listening to J squeal with glee when Alvin says "stupid")

No... I CANNOT play potato head's anymore either. Who wants to babysit for zippo pay? Anyone? ANYONE????

Quiet. Mommy's thinking......

Tonight Mommy's thinking about begging the Grammy to stay with her darlings, while Mommy catches a movie. ALONE.

chicka chicka boom boom

Repeat x 10,496, and you have my audio for the past hour. Thanks, J.

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while watching Alvin and the Chipmunks for the 5th time today. ( sadly,no exaggeration there)

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And not to be forgotten, Mr and "Mom" potato head now travel room to room, falling apart, thus causing screams of terror ( Mom's EAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR fell OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!! FIXXX ITTTTTTTTTTTTT" )

all the live long day.........

::sigh::

Me: Get off the table. Sit on the couch.

J: No. The couch is too comfortable.

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ouch

Is it really happening???? Am I sick AGAIN?????? Good grief!
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At least I have entertainment.

Mikey said to me last night, after I asked him if he would like me to visit during lunch:

"NO!!! I do not want you. No adults belong at my school. YOU go to high school."

Umm.

As flattering as that sounds, I couldn't help but wonder if this is what he told his teachers and peers! Just picturing it makes me giggle! (Mikey, what does your Mommy do? She goes to high school) ahhhhhhahahahahahahah.

What's even better is, when we were at orientation, I brought my husband and babysitter with me to help keep track of Josh and Mikey in all the chaos. While trying to figure out which class Mikey belonged in, Several teachers spoke to my husband and sitter thinking she was me.

I didn't correct them. :-)

I heart Target :-)

For once, that screaming child in Target wasn't MINE!!!

Those dear parents. The Dad just stood there in silence, while the Mum apologized to everyone. I kept saying "It's okay! It's usually mine" (points to J - cuz it usually is........) Oh, those poor folks...they sincerely looked mortified.



So, here's the funny:

girl in buggy screaming at TOP of voice " IIIIIIIII WANTTTTTTTTTTT A COOOOOKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" x 100 and throwing her shoes at people who passed her by...

J looks up at me and says (serious and concerned) "um...Mummy? I think.........I think........(girl screaming) yes, I think that little girl wants....a cookie."

It just made me laugh. He's so cute. And again, I was all kinds of giddy it wasn't him.

I love Target. It makes me feel....normal :-P
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Quiet, mommy's thinking......tonight I'm thinking about avocados and ice cream. mmmmm

overheard

J to M: Come baaaaaaaaaaaaack my sweetheart!

(playing upstairs, while I doubled over laughing in the kitchen)

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J to M: Are you my purple spot?

M: No. I'm you brother.

(in the lvg rm, I'm laughing from the kitchen - and wondering why he thinks his brother is a "purple spot")

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while carrying J in the rain, as he holds the umbrella, facing behind me)

SHE.......(laughs hard, catches breath) HAS (giggles.laughs, can barely breathe out the sentence) A (more laughter) BAG ON HER HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (laughing so hard at this point, I turn to see)

In fact, a lady has her giant Coach bag over her head, and is laughing right along with him! What a sight.
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J: I love peeing.

(just sitting on his rocking chair - out of the blue, decided to share this tid bit - big smile across his face)

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(M. 6 yrs old)

M: Did you see my picture?
Me: No. what did you draw?
M: Starry Night

(and then presented to me, a startlingly beautiful, freehand drawing of Van Gogh's "Starry Night)

- the other picture he drew was of Sunflowers in a Vase; also Van Gogh

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These kids of mine crack me up. Especially when J is all over M asking all kinds of crazy questions, while M gives all the straight answers. I really need to start posting audio. Some of the conversations they have are even better when spoken in their 3 and 6 yr old tongue.

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Extra tight hugs for my boys tonight. Prayers for the Brown family.........

Really. It was in Bolt.

I have two, beautifully drawn, expertly executed still pictures of a scene from the movie "Bolt". Courtesy of my talented 6 year old.

Description:

Rhino (the hamster) in his ball, getting ready to fight evil with his hero Bolt -

(spread across his dome - screaming "die"!)

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2 pictures. One, given to me as a gift from my darling boy (and later found by DH, with a look of horror) the other, proudly displayed in said child's room. Yep. DSS is gonna LOOOOVVEEE us.

Oh, J. We'll be getting calls for sure

Yesterday

J an M racing on their scooters around the house, when suddenly:

(Jay screaming with glee)

dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit............

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oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Well, THAT'S not monkey!

Yesterday:
M surfing the web, reading about animals in alphabetical order (daily ritual - pictures supplied)
I'm planted behind him to monitor content when:

monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey,
naked tribeswoman, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey......

I didn't know I could move that fast! Clearly not seeing what I saw, he just gave me the ol' "my mommy is nuts" look, and without a fight, allowed me to move us on to "N".

My Bad

J: Mommy, I'm a baby.

Me: No, you're a little boy

J: Mommy, I'm a baby. Babies don't talk.

Me:

Me: Yes. You're a baby. Shhhhhhhh.

That gets me. Right here.

Oh, J.....you're killin' me.

From the moment he awoke this morning:

"Mommy (x10) don't take M to school. PLEASE!!!!"
sobs -screams-

"MOMMY! I LOVE HIM! PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM TO SCHOOL"
sobs screams..then..quiet. At the door, he landed the k.o.

"Mommy. He is my sunshine"

So, I drove the boy to school, while J yelled at me the entire way there and back - YOU'RE A MEAN MOMMY!!!!!

thanks.