Lesson from a 3 year old

Yesterday was a bad day.

I had a bad attitude.

After having a minor temper tantrum of my own, I went upstairs to regroup.

Upon returning, Samuel said, "mommy, are you going to be happy like a big girl now?"

Sometimes mommy doesn't want to be a big girl.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

In we stay...


while the boys go out to play.

Baby Stellan needs your prayers!

If you have not already been over to Mckmama's blog. Please take a moment to go over, read and PRAY for baby Stellan who is experiencing severe heart problems. So far he has not been responding to treatments. Let's petition heaven for another miracle on his behalf!

Help Wanted

Personal Assistant to sleep deprived, absented minded Stay at Home Mom. Must be able to use a pen and write in a planner. Should be able to communicate such appointments to SAHM so she looks like she has it all together. Must be able to make sure SAHM is showered with teeth brushed and bra on for such appointments. Must be willing to clean up poop on occasion. Please call by yesterday for interview.

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So tell me where did all my brain cells go?

Of course, right here...

And here.

And for those of you who knew me in college, don't answer that question!

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Last Monday, hubby was working a 13 hour day. It was bedtime and I had Samuel occupied on the computer while I put Gabby Girl to bed at 7pm. All was going well until...

I heard this as I came down the stairs, "Mom, look! I can wipe all by myself!" I peered into the bathroom and to my dismay there was poop just about everywhere but in the toilet. I will spare you the details and just quietly mention that someone had an accident and was now trying to be a big boy. I kept my cool and told him that accidents happen when we don't STOP whatever we are doing to use the toilet.

So now there were a ton of groceries on my counter to be put away, the sink was piled a mile high with dirty dishes, toys strewn throughout the living room, and now I had to add in the glorious task of poop clean up. Well thankfully I had not yet showered for the day...phew!

Tim entered around 7:25 just as I was finishing Samuel's bath. Being the good husband that he is, he commented on the stench that permeated the house and then entered right in on the poop clean up!

At promptly 7:30, the doorbell rang. I looked at Tim in surprise because our doorbell never rings. Tim opened the door a crack and lo and behold it was our financial planner/insurance guy holding up his end of the appointment I made about a month prior.

"Bernie, you can't come in!" I said, as the smell knocked him off his feet. Well not literally, but it must have gotten to him a bit since he offered to come back in a half-hour. What a good guy. Upon his return he so kindly let me know that indeed the house no longer smelled like poop.

NOW... if I had my very own Personal Assistant, the story might have ended like this...

"Don't worry Michelle, I'll clean the poop up while you put some make up on and get ready for your appointment" my assistant said. So I got dressed and boy was I looking good for my husband's arrival from work. I also had time to pick up the house a bit and put out some cheese and crackers (that my assistant prepared in advance) on the table.

Tim showed up at 7:25. I greeted him with a smile and kiss. Samuel was already dressed in PJ's and now set up with a movie and popcorn on the couch.

At promptly 7:30, the doorbell rang. "Tim can you grab the door, Bernie's here!" Bernie came in, remarked how nice the house smelled and asked what scent the candle was. We all sat down and had a lovely and productive visit!

Isn't daydreaming fun?

Actually sometimes, it's sanity!!!

Wordless Wednesday - Polka Dots & Pony Tails

She loves me, she loves me not...

She loves me because she can buy windshield wipers and bread all in the same trip.

She loves me not because she has to trek across a football sized store when she forgets an item from the health and beauty section when she's already in the grocery section.

She loves me because the prices fit her budget right now.

She loves me not because the low prices are only because everything is made over seas.

She loves me because they have a toy section from which she can choose a toy to keep her son entertained while shopping and then leave it at the check-out when leaving.

She loves me not because I am an enemy to small businesses all over the USA.

She loves me because I carry the whole wheat pancake mix that her family eats when her favorite grocery store does not.

She loves me not because I make her pay for razor blades and toothbrush heads at a separate check-out counter.

She loves me because she can return things without a receipt without much hassle.
(Oh yeah, she's a return-a-holic.)

She loves me not because the check out lady last week had her waiting in line for almost 5 minutes BEFORE she paged someone to find the price for eggs that were not tagged (all the while the baby was screaming).

She loves me because I have a garden section during the spring/summer months.

She loves me not because she often has to return food items for poor quality, the selection is poor, there is no natural food section, there is little organic produce, and there is never enough check-out counters open.

I guess she LOVES ME NOT. Sniff, sniff.

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Can you guess who I am?

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Jumping Beans Babies

I'm having a bit of blogger's block and quite frankly I'm just to tired these days to be creative in the evening. Cause really, who needs to sleep through the night? Not me, huh! If your baby sleeps through the night than I'm not sure we can be friends.

Well, maybe...

Speaking of sleep, Samuel gave up naps about 2 weeks ago and my life has never been the same. I have what "they" call a sensory seeking child. Curious - is an under statement. Busy - sort of describes him. Bright - I'll take that one. Impulsive - for sure. A natural born scientist as his doctor would say. I say he's a little bit mommy and a little bit daddy. If you know us, your nodding your head right now. Anyway, the little guy keeps me on my toes ALL day long.

Oh and this same little guy admonished me in the car yesterday for not stopping at a stop sign (it wasn't actually for me) and proceeded to tell me that I was NOT obeying the rules and the police man would NOT be happy.

Gabrielle decided to take an advanced course in mobility. She is already cruising and every once in awhile I catch her letting go to see if she can stand. She's into everything now and especially her brothers stuff. That is not going over so well. Enter the referee - that's me!

Needless to say, my daytime blogging window is now nonexistent!

ANYWAY...
To kill some time and burn some energy we started doing this...



If Gabrielle could talk, I think she would say, "Look mom, no hands!!!"

Deep thoughts by Samuel

"Dad, are you God?"

"Is God downstairs or is he in my humidifier?"

"Does Jesus live in our car?"

I guess that's what you get when you tell your 3 year old that God is everywhere.