My husband has totally shamed me! In yesterdays post I said the "T" word (Twat). He read my post and said "Oooooh you said a bad word". Mind you not all the F bombs, he says something about the T word.
The story of the T word actually goes back a few months ago. Dean's mother was visiting and she was changing the baby. She said "We have to clean your twat".
What did she just say? I looked at Dean and Dean looked at me...that is what I thought she said! Holy cow! Naturally when we get alone I am all over that like stink on shit.
"Dude! Your mama said TWAT! The only time I have ever heard the word twat uttered is in porn or dirty magazines (Yes, snarky assholes. I have done both! I needed to find out where babies came from. Now I know, so I have no use for that shit).
Dean was beside himself! He has never heard his mama talk like that, and she was talking about the baby to boot! He and I both agreeded that we had not heard that word used in general conversation. Normally it was only said during explicit sexual acts. That word was only one level below the C word that is used to refer to a womans private parts (*I NEVER use the C word! As I am typing this I am not even saying the C word in my head! That is how much I hate that word. If I ever say that word I am beyond pissed).
Well you know my snarky ass. I have to rub it in every chance I get. We would be laying in bed at night and I would say "Your mama said TWA-T (totally emphasizing the T). I love aggravating the hell outta him! Good times. As we talked about it we decided it must not be a bad word for her generation. That is the only thing we can come up with. I mean seriously, his mama is prolly going to be up for Saint hood that is how nice/perfect she is! I guess that is why it caught us so off guard. Well, we certainly have no one else to ask (Lord, I wish my grandmother was alive), so that is the assumption that we are going on. Sigh.
Well see here is the issue. It is not really acceptable now. What are we going to do if she teaches the baby that part is a twat? We say tutu for that part. I have no earthly idea why, but that is what we call it. Kinda silly, but I don't want my 2 year old running around saying vajayjay either. Dean said that if she said it again he would just ask her to call it a tutu.
That brings us to the night before last. She was giving the baby a bath and she said "Let me clean your twatie". All hell that didn't sound bad at all! So I decided if my saint of a mother in law said twat, so could I. Apparently, I didn't clue my hubby in on this revelation prior to him reading my blog yesterday.
Anyway, I am sorry if I offended. If that offended you prolly most of my post from yesterday did and you will never be back anyway. If you are reading to give me a second go round, I have permission to use that word from a very respectable source (M U C H!!! More respectable than I). If you keep reading me everyday, I am sure the T word will be the least of your worries for my soul. Thanks for the prayers!
So, tonight is New Year's Eve. It is 10 o'clock where I live, and I really, really want to be asleep. We drove 13+ hours today (getting up at 4 am). We are too pooped to peeter. We drive up into our beloved driveway and see the best sight in the world, our house...oh how I have missed my house! If it were not 38 degrees and sprinkling rain, I so would have laid right in my front yard and made grass angles. As we get out of the car we are greeted by our next door neighbor.
"Oh good! Y'all are home just in time for the fireworks".
Excuse me? What did he just say? In my true snarky fashion I say "No, we are just in time to get in the bed. We have been up since 4 and have been on the road all day".
"Awe, that is too bad. Jimmy (the other neighbor) works at the fireworks stand and we have a thousand dollars worth of fireworks to shoot off."
Is he fucking kidding me? Don't get me wrong. I am not a fire cracker scrooge, but a GRAND worth? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! That is some towns budget for fire crackers on the 4th!
They have been at it for 2 hours straight. Two fucking hours. It is only 10. He told me the "big show" was at 12 or 12:30. Holy cow.
All I have to say is that I am staying awake. However, if he wakes up my baby, I promise I will get a bottle rocket and shove it up his ass and send his ass to the moon. (Insert prayer here).
Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
So! Who all gotta pap smear in their stocking?
I am a little way behind on this post. I have much better things to post about, but this is a quickie. We are on the road again tomorrow. I click my heels 3 times and told Dean if we did not go home soon bad things would happen to him while he was sleeping. Y'all have no idea how excited I am at the thought of being in my house, with my bed...and my big kids home. Yeah, I am so over the fucking holidays. I want some kinda normal back.
Anyway, back to pap smears. When I saw the CBS care public service announcement I about dropped my teeth. I am not saying that pap smears are not wonderful. I just totally jump for fucking joy when it is time for mine! There is nothing better then having cold, metal salad spoons inserted into your vagina and cranked apart. I love counting the ceiling tiles while my doctors face is inches from my womanhood.
What do yall think about during times like this? The Revolutionary War? Cute shoes at Koles? Try to remember if you took out something for dinner? Well if you are like me you are wondering how your doctor sizes yours up. I mean not in a sexual way, but damn...the mother fucker looks at vaginas all day. He must have some kinda 1-10 rating scale. I wonder if he writes that shit in code somewhere on your chart so that he can review how it ages every year?
Them there is the KY and Q tip nurse. Bless their hearts! They go to school for like a bazillion years to learn to squirt ky on a speculam and hand dude some Q-tips. Can you imagine the nightmares that woman has?!
I also wonder if you run into these people at the mall got they roll through their mental rolladex to get your last score? "Ahhh yes, hey April (total 8 *I think highly of my vagina).
I also feel sorry for GYNs. I mean there can not possibly be a poker night for these dudes. Can you imagine a bunch of guys sitting around talking and the topic turns to work?
"Well George, have ya seen any good twats recently?"
Can you say major HIPA violations.
Other dudes prolly think that they are gay. I mean, the average man thinks about sex every 4 minutes. Most dude would be humping fools if the got to see woman parts every 15 minutes.
Anyway, get a pap smear. Tell your hubby that the gift you want is for him to come along. I love making Dean squirm! It also gets you a few sympathy points when they remember back on the even. Next stop...smooshin our boobs between plastic plates! I can't wait to see Dean's face on that visit! :)
Anyway, back to pap smears. When I saw the CBS care public service announcement I about dropped my teeth. I am not saying that pap smears are not wonderful. I just totally jump for fucking joy when it is time for mine! There is nothing better then having cold, metal salad spoons inserted into your vagina and cranked apart. I love counting the ceiling tiles while my doctors face is inches from my womanhood.
What do yall think about during times like this? The Revolutionary War? Cute shoes at Koles? Try to remember if you took out something for dinner? Well if you are like me you are wondering how your doctor sizes yours up. I mean not in a sexual way, but damn...the mother fucker looks at vaginas all day. He must have some kinda 1-10 rating scale. I wonder if he writes that shit in code somewhere on your chart so that he can review how it ages every year?
Them there is the KY and Q tip nurse. Bless their hearts! They go to school for like a bazillion years to learn to squirt ky on a speculam and hand dude some Q-tips. Can you imagine the nightmares that woman has?!
I also wonder if you run into these people at the mall got they roll through their mental rolladex to get your last score? "Ahhh yes, hey April (total 8 *I think highly of my vagina).
I also feel sorry for GYNs. I mean there can not possibly be a poker night for these dudes. Can you imagine a bunch of guys sitting around talking and the topic turns to work?
"Well George, have ya seen any good twats recently?"
Can you say major HIPA violations.
Other dudes prolly think that they are gay. I mean, the average man thinks about sex every 4 minutes. Most dude would be humping fools if the got to see woman parts every 15 minutes.
Anyway, get a pap smear. Tell your hubby that the gift you want is for him to come along. I love making Dean squirm! It also gets you a few sympathy points when they remember back on the even. Next stop...smooshin our boobs between plastic plates! I can't wait to see Dean's face on that visit! :)
Monday, December 28, 2009
Why I have rules about public bathrooms...
First, I have a couple of new followers. I am a total follower also! Unfortunately I am on my suck ass Black Berry and I can't click right on over (I wonder if Black Berry will pay me for that product review?) So, when I get home I will clicky and let ya know with a comment. Sometimes I can comment, it just depends on how your blog is set up. Anyway, I will not forget!
So that brings me to my current post. Public bathrooms. All are gross. All! I avoid going to the bathroom at public places at all cost. To the point I am in serious physical pain. I am not sure why I have such a phobia. I mean it is not like I am going to take a bath in the toilet bowl. I always do the hover that all girls are taught from a very young age, so my tush does not hit the seat (unless I loose my balance). I will also shamefully admit I don't clean my shitter at home every day (cough*week*). There are times it is pretty hairy. I guess as long as it is my shit I don't have an aversion. Makes no sense, but that is how I poop.
So I have rules about public potties.
1. Never, ever, ever go to the bathroom in a gas station. Ever. This is like the grand daddy of bathroom rules.
2. Never go to a bathroom that is dimly lit. You really need to inspect each pot to see which one you want to not sit on.
3. Never go to a one seater bathroom. The shitter to cleaning ratio has to be outta this world.
4. When available, the best place to potty is hotel lobbies. I stole this from one of Dean's best friend's mother. OMG! How smart is she! And classy! She would never be caught dead reading a snarky blog like this, but if you are... This one is for you Miss M.E!
5. When you can, bring a wing woman to watch your door and get you TP if your stall is out (or you use it all lining the seat).
6. Kick the handle! Kick that bitch! So not touch it...ever. There are some toilets (the ones like house toilets) that you have to be gentle with.
7. Avoid the auto flush. Every fucking time I use a pot that has this I get piss shot up on my booty in mid stream. This invention was not ment for the hovering women. It turns the toilet into a piss bidet. Not good times.
Anyway, on our adventure on the way to my in laws I had to use a public bathroom. Why I think that I need to hold my piss until my eyeballs are floating and look like I have yellow jaundic, I have no idea. When I do this I tend to break some of the rules.
We had been on the road for 6 hours and my 1/2 a gallon of coffee was getting to me. We decided to make a stop in Jasper, AL to get something to eat and stretch our legs. As soon as we got off the exit it hit me. The "you better go right now" pee pee dance. It feels like someone is literary pressing on your stomach and your bladder is like a water balloon that is fixing to burst.
Me: Stop at the gas station
Dean: You don't go to the bathrooms at gas stations.
Me: Bitch! Did you hear me? I gotta fucking pee.
Dean: You have been saying you have had to pee for the last 30 minutes.
Me: Get me to a pot! NOW!
Dean: (laughing) Are you going in with you grandma house shoes on?
*I did not put on real shoes when I got dressed. I just left my house shoes on and threw my shoes in my bag. He found this humorous b/c I totally talk mad shit about lazy asses that don't get dressed to go to stores, or where house shoes out in public. Hahaha yeah, fuck him. I had to piss.
So we pull into this gas station that is also a fucking tanning bed! I shit you not! A fucking tanning bed! I hop out thinking I am about to have the best piss orgasm of the century! (I know that yall know what a piss orgasm is! That is when you have held it so friggin long and you finally get to piss it "hurts so good". Totally a piss orgasm!). I run inside and ask the attendant where the bathroom was and he pointed to the back. I looked up and it had 2 doors- Kings and Queens! Wooohoo. I have broken my #1 public shitter rule, but it was for a bathroom ment for a queen so it has to be ok! Right?
Fuck hell no! Totally wrong! I open the door and reach for the light and there is no fucking switch! WTF! How does a bathroom not have a fucking light switch? Well by this point I was in a place of no return. I had 2 choices. Hover in the dark or piss in my pants. Split decision, but I chose to hover. I snatched down my pants and pissed, and pissed, and pissed some more. It was totally freaking me out b/c I was in a fucking bathroom that has not been properly inspected, hovering in the dark. Totally screwed up my piss orgasm.
So I stand up and pull up my pants. I then try to figure out how in the hell I am going to flush in the dark! I opened the door to get some light and calculate the foot to lever distance for my kick. It is very hard to kick a toilet in house shoes, BTW. Then I had to let the door close and try to kick it in the dark. Yeah, that worked out well!
I was so fucking out of it I did not even button or zip my pants! I came running out (b/c at this point I was very traumatized) of the bathroom all hanging out. I noticed my jeans felt looser so I looked down and I about died! I hurriedly tired to fix myself thinking the whole time that dude prolly thinks I am shoving kit kats down my pants!
Ugh!
I get in the car and tell Dean to drive! Drive any friggin where! Get me the hell away from this tanning/gas station! I also told him that I was way traumatized and did not want to talk about what had just happened and the mother fucker made me relive it right then. Asshole!
So that brings me to my current post. Public bathrooms. All are gross. All! I avoid going to the bathroom at public places at all cost. To the point I am in serious physical pain. I am not sure why I have such a phobia. I mean it is not like I am going to take a bath in the toilet bowl. I always do the hover that all girls are taught from a very young age, so my tush does not hit the seat (unless I loose my balance). I will also shamefully admit I don't clean my shitter at home every day (cough*week*). There are times it is pretty hairy. I guess as long as it is my shit I don't have an aversion. Makes no sense, but that is how I poop.
So I have rules about public potties.
1. Never, ever, ever go to the bathroom in a gas station. Ever. This is like the grand daddy of bathroom rules.
2. Never go to a bathroom that is dimly lit. You really need to inspect each pot to see which one you want to not sit on.
3. Never go to a one seater bathroom. The shitter to cleaning ratio has to be outta this world.
4. When available, the best place to potty is hotel lobbies. I stole this from one of Dean's best friend's mother. OMG! How smart is she! And classy! She would never be caught dead reading a snarky blog like this, but if you are... This one is for you Miss M.E!
5. When you can, bring a wing woman to watch your door and get you TP if your stall is out (or you use it all lining the seat).
6. Kick the handle! Kick that bitch! So not touch it...ever. There are some toilets (the ones like house toilets) that you have to be gentle with.
7. Avoid the auto flush. Every fucking time I use a pot that has this I get piss shot up on my booty in mid stream. This invention was not ment for the hovering women. It turns the toilet into a piss bidet. Not good times.
Anyway, on our adventure on the way to my in laws I had to use a public bathroom. Why I think that I need to hold my piss until my eyeballs are floating and look like I have yellow jaundic, I have no idea. When I do this I tend to break some of the rules.
We had been on the road for 6 hours and my 1/2 a gallon of coffee was getting to me. We decided to make a stop in Jasper, AL to get something to eat and stretch our legs. As soon as we got off the exit it hit me. The "you better go right now" pee pee dance. It feels like someone is literary pressing on your stomach and your bladder is like a water balloon that is fixing to burst.
Me: Stop at the gas station
Dean: You don't go to the bathrooms at gas stations.
Me: Bitch! Did you hear me? I gotta fucking pee.
Dean: You have been saying you have had to pee for the last 30 minutes.
Me: Get me to a pot! NOW!
Dean: (laughing) Are you going in with you grandma house shoes on?
*I did not put on real shoes when I got dressed. I just left my house shoes on and threw my shoes in my bag. He found this humorous b/c I totally talk mad shit about lazy asses that don't get dressed to go to stores, or where house shoes out in public. Hahaha yeah, fuck him. I had to piss.
So we pull into this gas station that is also a fucking tanning bed! I shit you not! A fucking tanning bed! I hop out thinking I am about to have the best piss orgasm of the century! (I know that yall know what a piss orgasm is! That is when you have held it so friggin long and you finally get to piss it "hurts so good". Totally a piss orgasm!). I run inside and ask the attendant where the bathroom was and he pointed to the back. I looked up and it had 2 doors- Kings and Queens! Wooohoo. I have broken my #1 public shitter rule, but it was for a bathroom ment for a queen so it has to be ok! Right?
Fuck hell no! Totally wrong! I open the door and reach for the light and there is no fucking switch! WTF! How does a bathroom not have a fucking light switch? Well by this point I was in a place of no return. I had 2 choices. Hover in the dark or piss in my pants. Split decision, but I chose to hover. I snatched down my pants and pissed, and pissed, and pissed some more. It was totally freaking me out b/c I was in a fucking bathroom that has not been properly inspected, hovering in the dark. Totally screwed up my piss orgasm.
So I stand up and pull up my pants. I then try to figure out how in the hell I am going to flush in the dark! I opened the door to get some light and calculate the foot to lever distance for my kick. It is very hard to kick a toilet in house shoes, BTW. Then I had to let the door close and try to kick it in the dark. Yeah, that worked out well!
I was so fucking out of it I did not even button or zip my pants! I came running out (b/c at this point I was very traumatized) of the bathroom all hanging out. I noticed my jeans felt looser so I looked down and I about died! I hurriedly tired to fix myself thinking the whole time that dude prolly thinks I am shoving kit kats down my pants!
Ugh!
I get in the car and tell Dean to drive! Drive any friggin where! Get me the hell away from this tanning/gas station! I also told him that I was way traumatized and did not want to talk about what had just happened and the mother fucker made me relive it right then. Asshole!
I am alive!
I know yall were all super worried! LOL. We had Christmas and all that jazz, then went on a 12 1/2 road trip. So I have been too pooped to peeter. I have lots to blog about. I have even started a list so I will not friggin forget. I am on my phone, so some things will have to wait so that I can show you the purdy pictures (ohhh, ahhhh).
I did get my awards! Thank you to my great mommy bloggy friends. I love your blogs! They are better then snuff and not half as dusty! I am going to wait until I get home to pass them on. Home...ahhhh! When will that be? I have no frackin clue! Sometime before Sunday. That is when Frick and Frack come home from their father's house. Oh how I miss them! Oh how I miss my house. Did I tell yall I hate to go anywhere?!
Anyway, check back in the next day or so. I will have some posts up!
Smooches!
I did get my awards! Thank you to my great mommy bloggy friends. I love your blogs! They are better then snuff and not half as dusty! I am going to wait until I get home to pass them on. Home...ahhhh! When will that be? I have no frackin clue! Sometime before Sunday. That is when Frick and Frack come home from their father's house. Oh how I miss them! Oh how I miss my house. Did I tell yall I hate to go anywhere?!
Anyway, check back in the next day or so. I will have some posts up!
Smooches!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
12 days of Christmas
So yeah, I still suck. I am giving you days 5-12 all together!
Day 5---Ring pops
Day 6---- 6 boiled eggs, dyed red and green and coloring books
Day 7---- 2 of the cutest Christmas rubber duckies! 1 Santa and one snowman. In a bucket of water...the Swans flew away
Day 8---- Cholate milk
Day 9--- Fishing game (I had no idea what to do for ladies dancing!)
Day 10--- Frog a leaping!
Day 11--- A hodge podge! Little dollar toys and home made raindeer food.
Day 12---Pranksters Revealed! We also got them a 12 pack of fudgecicles and we made them homemade Christmas Ornaments.
The kids were sooooo surprised to find that Matty and Ansley were the pranksters! This has truly touched my childrens hearts and taught them a great lesson in giving and the joy of Christmas. I am so very proud of them...Thank you soooo much Ann Marie for sharing this wonderful idea!!!
I want to wish everyone a wonderful Christmas! Thank you God for sending your son to save us. Thank you Mary for delivering this very special gift! Love you all!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I totally lied! and I am totally strange
I did not get the blog/pics up for the 12 days of Christmas. I suck and should be destroyed. Please spare me for my family. They don't know what they would do without there total nut job leader!
Seriously, I will TRY to get it up tomorrow. I have a big day planed, so I am not promising. The big kiddies and I are treckin out to the mall. Why you ask? Because my 9 year old has actually showed an interest in being a little girl! She is normally so wrapped up in being a tween. I long for the baby doll days and playing "mama and baby".
She wants a new build a bear. Yeah, I know...she has been sucked into an awful cultish obsession...but if she wants to be a kid, I am all for it!
Matty is the tag a long. He informed me last night he wanted a certain John Cena shirt for Christmas. Why do kids do that? Ugh! I, of course, went online to see if I could find this wonderful jewel. It was sold out. Apparently all the other little almost 11 year olds moms beat me to it...curses batman.
So I am looking for a make up gift. (Why, I have no idea. I finished shopping for them a few weeks ago). He kept telling me about the WWE sunggie. He said some of the wrestlers came out in them last week. (On a side note, how silly is that for grown ass men to be walking to a WRESTLING ring in an effin snuggie?). I looked online, no dice. So today I found one in the K-Mart sales paper. I ran right down, and they were sold the eff out. DAMN IT! They are suppose to be getting more in...we shall see.
So anyway, tomorrow we have the mall and lunch. Then we are going to dinner and Dean and I are taking them to a dollar movie (Cloudy with a chance of meat balls). Busy, busy.
Today, Ans and my MIL hit up Kmart for the sold out snuggie and Laney Claire a big girl car seat. We found a few other things...evil store.
We came home and watched The Wizard of Oz. Is it strange for a 32 year old woman to know that movie really well? My fav part is when the Tin Man dances. I get a kick out of it every single time :).
As I was watching the end I found myself thinking...if I was Dorothy I would have totally bitch slapped Glenda at the end. I mean, when she tells her that she could have went home at any time...she had the effin shoes...SLAP! Brainiac Scare Crow asked "Why didn't you tell her?". Then stupid "Good" witch says "She would not have believed me". SLAP SLAP. She wouldn't have believed her! Are you effin kidding me? Let's review. She went up in a twister. Her house landed on a witch. She is in effin MUNCHKIN land talking to a witch. I am going to go out on a limb and say if Glenda said "Click Your heels gal and get back home", she would have believed her. SLAP!
What a dumb bitch. I think she just wanted Dorothy to kill the wicked witch so she could be like the queen bitch witch. All I have to say is if April was Dorothy, that prissy ass would have a ruby red slipper up her booty. The flying monkeys were under Dorothy's command at that time...huge monkey shit turd on that bitch's head...that would be my command...but yall know I am a bitch, so does that really surprise you? LOL
Seriously, I will TRY to get it up tomorrow. I have a big day planed, so I am not promising. The big kiddies and I are treckin out to the mall. Why you ask? Because my 9 year old has actually showed an interest in being a little girl! She is normally so wrapped up in being a tween. I long for the baby doll days and playing "mama and baby".
She wants a new build a bear. Yeah, I know...she has been sucked into an awful cultish obsession...but if she wants to be a kid, I am all for it!
Matty is the tag a long. He informed me last night he wanted a certain John Cena shirt for Christmas. Why do kids do that? Ugh! I, of course, went online to see if I could find this wonderful jewel. It was sold out. Apparently all the other little almost 11 year olds moms beat me to it...curses batman.
So I am looking for a make up gift. (Why, I have no idea. I finished shopping for them a few weeks ago). He kept telling me about the WWE sunggie. He said some of the wrestlers came out in them last week. (On a side note, how silly is that for grown ass men to be walking to a WRESTLING ring in an effin snuggie?). I looked online, no dice. So today I found one in the K-Mart sales paper. I ran right down, and they were sold the eff out. DAMN IT! They are suppose to be getting more in...we shall see.
So anyway, tomorrow we have the mall and lunch. Then we are going to dinner and Dean and I are taking them to a dollar movie (Cloudy with a chance of meat balls). Busy, busy.
Today, Ans and my MIL hit up Kmart for the sold out snuggie and Laney Claire a big girl car seat. We found a few other things...evil store.
We came home and watched The Wizard of Oz. Is it strange for a 32 year old woman to know that movie really well? My fav part is when the Tin Man dances. I get a kick out of it every single time :).
As I was watching the end I found myself thinking...if I was Dorothy I would have totally bitch slapped Glenda at the end. I mean, when she tells her that she could have went home at any time...she had the effin shoes...SLAP! Brainiac Scare Crow asked "Why didn't you tell her?". Then stupid "Good" witch says "She would not have believed me". SLAP SLAP. She wouldn't have believed her! Are you effin kidding me? Let's review. She went up in a twister. Her house landed on a witch. She is in effin MUNCHKIN land talking to a witch. I am going to go out on a limb and say if Glenda said "Click Your heels gal and get back home", she would have believed her. SLAP!
What a dumb bitch. I think she just wanted Dorothy to kill the wicked witch so she could be like the queen bitch witch. All I have to say is if April was Dorothy, that prissy ass would have a ruby red slipper up her booty. The flying monkeys were under Dorothy's command at that time...huge monkey shit turd on that bitch's head...that would be my command...but yall know I am a bitch, so does that really surprise you? LOL
Loving my family...
We totally have still been playing the 12 days pranksers game! I have just been super busy the last few day. No time to post! After tomorrow night I will catch yall up on days 5-8.
I am laying in bed and I can not sleep. I hate it! All of my family are tucked in, snug as bugs, and here I lay. Do you know how boring TV is at 2 am?
I am currently in a TV funk. I do this every so often. I get to where nothing can hold my interest, and could really care less if the thing is even on. Right now, I really only have 2 "must see" shows. Big Bang and reruns of Friends (that's kinda the same show, same premise...friends...2 get together...all are nuts).
I think I will get better after the first of the year. There are several of my favs coming back. So we shall see. But now, I am bored.
During the day, I have much excitement at home. The kids are balls to the wall and totally in the Christmas spirit. I can not tell you how much fun we are having. I almost wish that Christmas was not next week! We are having a blast every single day! I have officially been given the "Best Mom" award by my son. Awwww
Deano was going to be off starting this past friday, but he will be working Monday and Tuesday. That's cool. I have my little peeps to keep me in line. Laney Claire is totally loving having her brother and sister home. More attention for the princess! Yall know she is totally lacking, right?
We are getting to the point where we are teaching Laney Claire "no,no" and all that good jazz. We are traditionalist parents, and do believe in corporal punishment. Do we beat our 9 month old? Umm nope, but we will pop her hand. We have the same ideas as our pediatrician. It worked with the other two, so we are not going to try to fix it now. I believe that every parent should do what works for them and for their child. If spankings (popping) does not work for you, that is cool...to each his own.
That being said...things are interesting around here when Laney starts getting into stuff. We have a system of how we were advised to teach her. We always say "no". As soon as the other 2 hear she is getting into something they come running! They automatically sit down and divert her attention. Sometimes it works, and sometimes Miss. Stubborn has her eye on the prize and will not be swayed. The big kids start trying to tell her "That can hurt the baby. You can't do that. You will get a pankin". It really is so sweet. They both love every bit of her. Any worries of any jealousy have totally disappeared. They truly act like she is "their" baby. As a matter of fact, I hear once a week that I need to have another baby...that is a whole different story.
My Mother in law is in for Christmas. I am not sure what she makes of our nut house! We normally have something going on at all times. We have some one coming here, going there, doing this, watching that. You can call my house at any given time when the kids are out of school and I will promise you we are bouncing off the walls.
I am so glad. I have blogged before that I was in a depression. I don't know what changed, but I feel so much better. I think I have this blog to thank! I get an outlet.
Unfortunately, I have had limited time to blog, nor keep up with my blogging friends. That sucks. I have a whole list of stuff to blog about, but I just don't have the time right now. So much to do!
I love all my mommy friends! I hope you are all having a wonderful time leading up to your holiday (or during your holiday if you are Jewish).
I will try to make time tomorrow night to get a little caught up!
Good nite all! I am going to TRY to go to sleep...
I am laying in bed and I can not sleep. I hate it! All of my family are tucked in, snug as bugs, and here I lay. Do you know how boring TV is at 2 am?
I am currently in a TV funk. I do this every so often. I get to where nothing can hold my interest, and could really care less if the thing is even on. Right now, I really only have 2 "must see" shows. Big Bang and reruns of Friends (that's kinda the same show, same premise...friends...2 get together...all are nuts).
I think I will get better after the first of the year. There are several of my favs coming back. So we shall see. But now, I am bored.
During the day, I have much excitement at home. The kids are balls to the wall and totally in the Christmas spirit. I can not tell you how much fun we are having. I almost wish that Christmas was not next week! We are having a blast every single day! I have officially been given the "Best Mom" award by my son. Awwww
Deano was going to be off starting this past friday, but he will be working Monday and Tuesday. That's cool. I have my little peeps to keep me in line. Laney Claire is totally loving having her brother and sister home. More attention for the princess! Yall know she is totally lacking, right?
We are getting to the point where we are teaching Laney Claire "no,no" and all that good jazz. We are traditionalist parents, and do believe in corporal punishment. Do we beat our 9 month old? Umm nope, but we will pop her hand. We have the same ideas as our pediatrician. It worked with the other two, so we are not going to try to fix it now. I believe that every parent should do what works for them and for their child. If spankings (popping) does not work for you, that is cool...to each his own.
That being said...things are interesting around here when Laney starts getting into stuff. We have a system of how we were advised to teach her. We always say "no". As soon as the other 2 hear she is getting into something they come running! They automatically sit down and divert her attention. Sometimes it works, and sometimes Miss. Stubborn has her eye on the prize and will not be swayed. The big kids start trying to tell her "That can hurt the baby. You can't do that. You will get a pankin". It really is so sweet. They both love every bit of her. Any worries of any jealousy have totally disappeared. They truly act like she is "their" baby. As a matter of fact, I hear once a week that I need to have another baby...that is a whole different story.
My Mother in law is in for Christmas. I am not sure what she makes of our nut house! We normally have something going on at all times. We have some one coming here, going there, doing this, watching that. You can call my house at any given time when the kids are out of school and I will promise you we are bouncing off the walls.
I am so glad. I have blogged before that I was in a depression. I don't know what changed, but I feel so much better. I think I have this blog to thank! I get an outlet.
Unfortunately, I have had limited time to blog, nor keep up with my blogging friends. That sucks. I have a whole list of stuff to blog about, but I just don't have the time right now. So much to do!
I love all my mommy friends! I hope you are all having a wonderful time leading up to your holiday (or during your holiday if you are Jewish).
I will try to make time tomorrow night to get a little caught up!
Good nite all! I am going to TRY to go to sleep...
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