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So today, we are walking thru Wal-mart when one of their endcaps catch my eye. Is that...Strawberry Shortcake???
I go over and yes, by golly, it is Strawberry Shortcake. I turn to my husband and say "I had these dolls when I was little"
He just rolls his eyes.
Then it happens...
I remember...THEY SMELL!!!! Or at least they used to..
Wonder if they still smell now??
And in case you were wondering...
They do!!
I was that mom at the end of the aisle, reliving my childhood by smelling Strawberry Shortcake and her friends...
Every single package.
My husband, rolling his eyes and pretending I was not his wife.
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My birthday is coming up...in fact its one week from today. I have decided that I am not getting older. Or atleast thats what I say.
Old? Me? Pshaw!!! I refuse to get older...
What comes in the mail today?
A birthday card from my mommy
And an advertisment from Bath and Body works...
Offering me $10 off my next purchase....
Of Anti-Aging products
Happy Birthday to Me!!
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My husband has told me several times, to watch my mouth around the kids.
This after A decided to yell "Damnit Mommy" in the store, drawing looks of disdain from other parents.
What do you mean it isn't normal for a 3 year old to say damnit?
The other day, A was downstairs, supposed to be napping, but instead is beating at his door.
I go to the top of the stairs...
"A!!! Go to sleep..NOW"
"No mommy"
"Quit beating on the door and go to bed or I am going to beat your ass!!"
Did I really just say that outloud.
The beating on the door stops...
Then I hear it...
"No, mommy...I beat YOUR ass"
Never a dull moment in my house...ever
If there was a mother of the year award, I would soooo be a nominee...seriously
Ok, so this is SO not my finest parenting moment. Years ago, when I first introduced D to "The Labryinth" it scared tha beejeezus outta him. I mean come on, David Bowie. In tights.
I, being the wonderful,loving, kind, and sensitive mom I am decided one afternoon to tell him that Jareth was real. And if he didn't listen, I was going to call the Goblin King to come and take him away. See, told ya, so not my finest moment.
He decided to call my bluff. "There is no goblin king mommy" he said, daring me to summon this guy from the Goblin City.
I smelled a challenge.
"I wish, I wish..." I started.
His eyes grew wide.
"the goblin king would...."
"NOOOOOOOO MOMMMYYYYY"
He ran off to clean his room or whatever mundane task I had assigned and I snickered. That kid is so gullible.
Fast forward to now. My 2 year old daughter has this fascination with David Bowie. He starts singing and she is in some trance. She LOVES it. Her favorite? "Magic Dance" You know...
"You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of Voodoo. Who do? You do? Do what? Remind me of the babe."
Anyways, my 3 year old like watching the "goblin movie mommy" Every. Freaking. Day. Sometimes several times a day.
I have tried to tell HIM that the goblin king is going to take him away (while D snickers in the background) but A isn't buying what I am selling.
A short time ago, I had what i am deeming my Best. Parenting. Moment. Ever. I am such a positive role model.
Baby N is fussy today...as he is EVERY day. I think A has had enough of Baby N.
You wanna know how I know...
I am in the kitchen getting juice and froot loops when I here this from the other room...
"I wish the goblin king would take you away..right NOW!!!" He roars over his wailing brother.
Yep, proud mommy here.
He is now standing at the back door waiting....
For who...
The Goblin King of course
Having 4 children, 2 of them toddlers, one a newborn makes life, a bit....interesting. Usually my days start being woke by either the baby fussing (although as of late, his normal pattern is to sleep interminitly until 4am then fuss non stop until 930am). If it isn't the baby, then it is the sound of Nucular Warfare being unleashed the floor below me in the boys room.
That just starts the day. Once they are up stairs, the chaos continues, one needs a diaper change, one is hungry, one is playing in the toliet and one is jumping off the arm of the couch...again.
I seriously need SuperNanny...and stat.
I watch the show occasionally. Some of the familes are...well...out there. But most of them reflect my family life in some form or another. Scary, I know.
Do I really want SuperNanny in my house though? I mean is she going to lecture me on setting boundries when she sees the massive amount of crayon marks on the boys wall? (Listen lady, if it keeps them from coloring on my things or themselves, so be it..walls can be painted) I can hear her critiquing my parenting skills when my 3 year old yells "Damnit Mommy" from the other room and I snicker because..well because it is so damn cute. (And I might have taught him that one too). And I am sure she will sigh in disgust when she sees that my house is anything BUT clean. Its chaotic, there is clutter that I haven't gotten rid of in ages, dishes in the sink..maybe I need FlyLady not Supernanny...you think?
But my children are alive...for now. And my house while chaotic is still a home. I think...maybe it is just a dumping ground for unused, unplayed with toys, clothes that are too big or too small and paper...I haven't decided yet.
Seriously though, I want to call SuperNanny...I am looking for the number online as we speak. I tell my 7 year old, remember that mean Nanny you don't like on Tv? I am calling her. Pick up your toys or I will call supernanny!!
He looks at me with a look that says "yea, right"
I am serious!! Don't make me call Supernanny
"Do it mom...its always the parents that get in trouble anyways..."
Yea, I created this monster and when I try to tame it...doesn't go so well does it.
Supernanny I need your help
And if you can't come.....
Could you atleast send Jose Cuervo?
I thought that I would take a break from blogging about all of my products and such and write about working at home.
I am blessed that I have a husband that supports me working at home, then again with 3 kids and one on the way and the outrageous cost of daycare, this seemed like a more...feesible approach.
I love my kids. Really. They make life interesting and exciting. Each day is met with renewed wonder. And my renewed vow to make it thru the day without locking myself in the bathroom.
See, I came to realize that this chair that I am sitting in right now is defective. What did you expect outta a $10.00 walmart chair? you might ask. Well it isn't defective in the way you might be thinking...
You see, there seems to be this silent buzzer that goes off everytime I sit down. Because as soon as my rear even so much as grazes the seat, someone, somewhere needs something. Morgan is being attacked by her brother, Damien needs a drink or wants to watch something else, the phone rings and it is my husband wanting me to bring him his work keys. Aidan inevitably finds something to get into, whether it is the laundry basket of newly washed yet unfolded towels or a water bottle that he feels needs to be dumped on his sisters head.
By the time nap time rolls around I have undoubtly locked myself in the bathroom at least once....only to be rousted by the shrill screams of a 1 1/2 year old being mauled by her big brother...
