Confession Friday.....

Again, I don't know why but Friday sounds like a good day to have confession! So here goes....

When I see a trash bag on the side of the road...I automatically think "body". Is that weird to anyone?

I watched 11 of my strong, amazing, wonderful friends celebrate one of the most important moments of their life this week. I sobbed uncontrollably all the way home.

The 4th of July is my favorite Holiday (in the summer). It reminds me of my Daddy!

I think the most romantic thing in the world is stopping to kiss in the rain but I've never done it.

I am the most adventurous eater in my house. It gets annoying. Trust me.

I wanted to be The Incredible Hulk or the Fall Guy when I grew up. (If you don't know who these people are (Nichole Jones) then google it)!

I'm going to market a bumper sticker soon, but I can't tell you what it will say. (You might steal my idea). Where does one go to market bumper stickers?

I was sucking red wine out of the bottle at 10:30 on Mother's Day morning....I"ll save the full story for another day.

So, there you have it for this week. Now, I want to know atleast one of your confessions for the week. Bad mom moment? Social mishap? Wifey duties left undone? No problem, spill the beans! This is a safe zone...no judgement allowed :)

Shhhhh...we won't tell!

Birthdays, Bonfires and Invisibility Cloaks.....

Well we did it! We made it through Clark's 4th Birthday. Our boy is big and he got a big boy bike to prove it. And a Spider-Man helmut! What more could a boy ask for? Well, actually he could ask for EVERYTHING he sees in a commercial. And he could say things like "Whoa, I definately need THAT". But thank goodness he was very happy with all the things he got. He had approximately 2 bites of his cake, but ate all his ice cream. (He promised this would be the year he would eat his cake).

Here are some highlights from his special day...

So, that brings us to Mother's Day Weekend.
Let me start by saying that to me, Mother's Day is all about mommy sleeping in, getting homemade cards and macaroni necklaces. I love everything homemade and heartfelt. Keep that in mind!

Saturday I had all the kids paint pictures for the Grandma's and despite my asking for it...only Lexi (who I physically held and had control over) painted me a picture. She painted me a gorgeous picture with her feet and I adore it! I also had Skylar write each of the Grandma's a letter telling them how they are special to her. I instructed her to "make it personal".

We ended the day with a bonfire. I heart bonfires! Daddy cooked us hot dogs over the open flame and we had a picnic! Super fun.

Halfway through our Bonfire Clark disappeared. We knew he was still there because we could hear him...but we couldn't see him. You see, he decided it was time to put on his Invisibility Cloak. Good times, good times!

So that brings us to Mother's Day. The baby woke up at 7:15. She didn't get my sleeping in memo. But, that's ok because she's on formula now, so technically I don't have to feed her. I got up and made her a bottle. Put her in bed with Daddy and said I was going to the restroom. She also didn't get the memo that she was suppposed to pester him until he really woke up. I came out of the bathroom and politely (that's where I made the mistake) asked him to feed the baby. He said "why". I said "I want to go back to sleep". He rolled over and went back to sleep.

So that is how my mommy day started. Also, please note that Skylar said that she made me a gift at school...it is now Monday night and I have yet to see that gift. She also did not bother to write me a letter telling me how great I am....hmm! I know I was like this when I was thirteen and I am formally apologizing to my two mommy's.

I did get a lovely key chain from Clark that he made at school. Thank God for school and teacher's that understand that they might be the only hope that a Mom has on Mother's Day! AND I got to see my mom, stepmom and the hubs mom. All in all, we had a good day! But damn, I wish I could have slept in!

I hope you all had a Great Mother's Day!

New and Shiny....

Does anyone else find it weird that twice this week something "unexpected" has happened which has forced me to clean something in my house?

Are the cleaning Gods working against me?

Is someone putting voodoo curses on me?

Let me explain my latest cleaning adventure. Oh, yes. I said adventure. It was massive. EPIC. Craziness. Total craziness.

The oldest child is at a school dance. The baby is asleep. It's just me and the little man hanging out. Watching Mary Poppins. Singing songs. Having a grand ol' time. Until I get up to go to the kitchen and he lets a huge fart politely passes some gas. I holler from the kitchen (ok, not really since it's like 7 feet away) "are you ok, did you poop?". He starts crying and runs to the bathroom.

Enter ringing telephone. I answer to hear Nana's voice. Little man stays with Nana several days a week. She proceeds to tell me that he had an upset stomach, with some unfortunate visits to the bathroom today. I am telling her that I know he has a cold and I think the drainage is causing his little tummy to hurt.

Then I round the corner to the bathroom to check on him....

EXPLOSION of poo. Like Hollywood Blockbuster Movie Special Effects kind. I took a picture though I won't share it with you. I value your eye sockets. I sent it to the hubs to make sure he knew how lucky he was to NOT be home.

Then I proceeded to clean. The bathroom. On my hands and knees. Right in the middle of that, the teenager calls to say they let the dance out early and she needs to be picked up. Uh, sorry sister. A little busy right now. Thank God, once again, for Nana.

So, I give you my conspiracy theory bathroom. Clean. Bathroom. Once again, an accident that has made me clean something.

You can admit how jealous you are now.

When It Rains....

When it rains, it pours. Well, around here we can take that literally and figuratively. It's been a rainy week. Hail the size of golf balls and bigger in some parts. Flooding. Torrential rain. Even on Easter. So that is the literal part.

Here is the figurative part.....

Last night, I opened my water bill. Normally, $25 bucks a month, tops! This month...$133.75!!!! WHAT???? Can anyone say water leak? We have yet to figure this one out.

Last night, 2 out of 3 of my children kept me up all night with their coughing. No other symptoms. No need to pay a copay to hear "there's nothing you can do but let it run it's course". Just coughing. All. Night. Long.

So I took the big kid to school-early mind you, for state testing. Took the baby to the sitter. Came back home to get just a little more sleep.

Woke up to a refrigerator that isn't working. Warm fridge = smelly kitchen. Ugh!

Spent two hours cleaning out fridge and freezer, packing things into the deep freeze, and packing things into cooler to take to the in-laws. Takeing the doors off said fridge to move it to the garage, then moving helping it into the garage. Now I have this...

And this...

Of course, I also now have a nice clean kitchen floor since I used this opportunity to steam it. Now my hubs will probably "break" the fridge all the time so I'll clean.

Happy Thanksgiving...err Easter.....

As I sit here tonight and reflect upon my day, I am so thankful. I got to wake up this morning and make my baby a bottle. I was really heartbroken when I had to stop nursing her because of my exhuastion and her hunger. But I know that in the long run it doesn't matter as long as I still have her here everyday.

I got to wake up this morning and hear my son in the living room playing with all the goodies the Easter Bunny left. I am also thankful that he somehow doesn't remember walking in on me last night as I was putting the baskets together. (????) I'm not sure where he tucked that memory away, and maybe he is playing me now....but he didn't say anything about it. Sure, he's rambuctious and a little crazy. Ok, so we have to fight to keep clothes on him. Actually we've been home for over two hours now and he has yet to undress. That might be a record.

I got to wake up this morning and help my oldest daughter put her eyeshadow on. She just got to start wearing make-up at Christmas and she's still getting the hang of it. Yes, she is one walking ball of hormones, but I am her mother.

Then I got to spend the day with some family. I got to see my grandma and listen to all the great grandkids play together. (I think we only had tears one time) And yes it was from mine! I got to watch Lexi try to crawl. I'm not sure what she thinks she is doing exactly, but it is really cute. She puts her forehead down on the floor and then gets up on both feet and pushes forward.

I got to sit in the passenger seat on the way home and sleep. I heart sleeping, I really, really do. And then when we got home I didn't even have to make dinner. I got to make Lexi some green beans and now I am typing away while she sleeps. I am listening to Clark and the hubs play a video game. I love listening to them play together. Tomorrow it will be back to the daily grind, but for now I will sit and relish in my memories of the day. I'm gonna refer to it as my Spring Thanksgiving!

I hope you had a great Easter day too!

Confession Friday...

I have decided to make Friday....wait for it, Confession Friday! I know, I know. You are jumping out of your seat. About to pee your pants. Can't contain your excitement. And just for the record, I am not sure why I chose Friday to be the day of confession. I just did.

So here it goes...

I giggle when my son says he is watching the "assvertisements" before the movie.

I've never heard the song "Whip My Hair".

When someone falls down in my presence, I laugh out loud.

I have an addiction to Burberry that only my absolulte poorness cures.

I dream about getting pedicures, but can't stand for people to touch my feet.

If I had a whole day to myself to do whatever I wanted, I would probably waste it away asleep in my bed.

I just found out from my babysitter that the baby has been drinking 6 ounces for her for some time now....I've still only been giving her 4 ounces (epic mom fail).

I tell all my children they are my favorite something. Favorite teenager...favorite son...favorite baby. I figure this way they can never come back and say I lied or played favorites.

I wish every day could be the Fourth of July.

I haven't written one thing down in Lexi's baby book (another mom fail).

I love to cook/bake, but I hate to clean up the mess.

I have more, but I suppose that will do for today. I need to go feed that poor starving baby of mine. She is teething and she's such a trooper, but she's been running a slight fever with it. Yesterday she wanted the babysitter to hold her all day. Hope little tooth makes an apperance soon. It's the baby's First Easter. I remember on Skylar's first Easter I walked into her room to get her and she was sitting up in her crib all by herself for the first time! So cute, so long ago.

Mary or Rhoda....

Go on. Admit it. You know you think of yourself as either Mary or Rhoda.

It actually is a major part of one of my very favorite, completely cheesy movies. You see, we can't all be the Mary's of the world. The glamorous single girl in the city making her way all on her own. Ready and waiting for life to take her to her next adventure. Cute and sassy, everyone loved Mary.

So then there's the rest of us...the mom that doesn't get enough sleep at night. The mom that has to make decisions like "should I shave my legs or wash my hair?".
The girls that usually sit and wait for things to happen to them instead of going out and taking the world by storm. The mom that digs in her purse and pulls out a pacifier even though her child hasn't used one in 4 months. (?)

And I am sitting here tonight watching 'Sex In the City 2' and wondering which one am I? I know I am NOT Carrie. I love her to pieces, but I could never pull off the completely bizarre clothes she pairs together.

I'm not Samantha..."nuff said". I don't think I am Miranda because even though she has kids and a husband, she is still all about being a lawyer.

So that leaves Charlotte. Yes, definately. I am Charlotte. For the entire run of this show, Charlotte had her heart set on getting married and having babies. Check Check, that's me! Of course, I am not married to a Jewish man and I don't have a nanny. Bummer to that second one! I kid, I kid.

But it's true. My entire life has been leading up to this point. So, although when I was young I longed to be the Mary....I find life is pretty good as the Rhoda!