Do you want a piece of Candy?!?

Everyone knows that we all go down that bad parent road. The road that bribes our children to use the potty. My daughter loves this. She only gets a piece of candy from me when she asks after she goes. Occasionally I bribe her by telling her if she sits on the potty and goes she can have one smarty! She'll go potty and say" I want a piece of candy. I want a smarty pants mommy." Randy got her a bag of tootsi pops and she gets them when she poo's or when he's feeling generous. The other day after a successful attempt I gave her a tootsi pop. Then I shut her out so I could take care of my business. Her sweet little voice floats in to me " If you go potty you can have a lick." As I exit I drop a kiss on her forehead and she asks " Did you pee mommy?"" Why yes, yes I did." " You can have a lick for going pee. Good job mommy."  What a sweaty. Today she violated my rules of privacy and waltzed in during my personal time. " What do you think you are doing?" You are going potty. Do you want a piece of canny?" What can I say... I did want a piece of canny.

Throw him down and tie him up!

My daughter loves the rodeo! Ever since her first rodeo she has been enthralled with calf roping. She just loves the way those cowboys leap off their horses and throw down the calves and tie them up! She loves it so much that she often leaps off her "horsey", throws down a stuffed animal and ties it up. Lately she's been preoccupied by her "baby brudder." He has become the center of her little word. And now he is the center of her rodeo.
I left the room the other day only to find him being tied up with some ribbon. The next day she was using my measuring tape. I don't think he's safe anywhere. She tells me that he told her too... I bet he can't wait until he can talk!

I am loved

I am loved. I know this because my kids are loving me to death! I have bruises all over my legs from Hailey climbing on them to "nuggle" when I'm feeding Blake. I know they love me because, both of them, constantly want to be with me. Poor Daddy gets left out. I will sit down on the couch to feed Blake and watch a show after dinner, ( We try to limit TV time so everyone wants to watch a "movie" at this point.) Randy will sit on the other couch, and where do you think Hailey will sit? As close to me as she can get. Randy will beg, cajole, and plead. She won't budge. Unless there is ice cream involved, in which case I'm old news, until the ice cream is gone. Then she's back! I will then pass off her brother to his Daddy and snuggle my Hailey. Then Blake will, almost EVERY time, puke on his Daddy.

Blake loves me too. Not just because I smell like food. He knows me and wants me around. The other Day I took Hailey for a bike ride. Apparently Blake was very upset while we were gone. Hailey and I, unaware of the crying and complaining that was going on at home ( I'm sure Blake was fussy too) took our time. When we got home I found that the dog had pooed in the yard. AGAIN! That's a story for another day though so we'll get back to how my kids love me and not how the dog is trying really hard to make me step in his crap. I said to Hailey, " Ew! Dog poopy! I'm going to scoop the yard. Run in and see Daddy." Apparently as soon as my son heard my voice he calmed right down. He knew I'd be coming soon. He just wanted to know I was there. I am loved. Though some days I feel like I'm being loved to death there really is no better feeling.

A boy on the move.

My son is six weeks old. Today he got on the move. Today he decided he was going to scoot during tummy time. He can not have tummy time with a pillow under his chest. He is a man on a mission. He face plants 3o seconds after being placed on the pillow. Then he's stuck. So no pillow. He scooted off the blanky last night. It took 20 min to travel 7 inches but he did it .. He is a man with a mission. Determined to go... Somewhere. I am curious as to where and why.

I washed my hair...muahahaha

Hailey has a problem. She is not grossed out by toilet water. This is a problem because a couple of times she has washed her hands... in the toilet. That was pretty gross but today she reached a whole new level of EW I can't believe you did that! Today I sent her in the bathroom and she shut the door. When she didn't come out 2 minutes later I sent Daddy in to check. This is what I hear.
Gigglies.  " I washed my hair Daddy!" "Gross you don't stick anything in the toilet. That's gross. You need a shower."  " O.K. Why?"  " Because you put your head in the potty." " I put my pee in the potty too." ( Mommy is laughing hysterically in the other room.) " That's just.. that's. Ew Hailey you need a shower. People poop and pee in the potty. Don't put your head in there. "  "Why?! I'm gonna get in the showerwer. I like a showerwer. " I wonder if my son will have this strange desire to wash himself in the toilet. At least she hasn't started drinking out of it.

A good ending to a bad day.

Do you ever have one of those days? You know the kind. You wake up and you know this isn't your day. My Day started out OK. Both kids were cuddling Daddy in bed and I had a chance to start the coffee pot. That was where it ended. My son, who is very vocal, decided mommy was the only one who could make him happy. My daughter decided mommy needed to give her "coffee" in her sippy, and we all decided to go to Walmart. At Walmart my daughter wet her pants ( I always keep a spare), my son had a meltdown, and then I had a meltdown. In the parking lot I just started crying. Not hysterically or anything but I don't cry normally so it was shocking to all. Hailey thought I was sick.  We had to run a bunch of errands still so we finished what we could and headed home. There I was pampered and giving relaxing projects to work on while I cuddled my cranky baby. (As relaxing ans any project can be with my helper. She wants to do everything I do. She wants to sew, wash dishes, and make "dough").

Randy tucked Hailey into bed. She cried, and Randy made a sad face, she said," You can't be sad." Then she drifted off for and hour. I had and hour of quiet. Then madness broke out once again. My daughter enjoys a good a good rodeo. She used to ask me to " Throw her down and tie her up." Apparently she is still fond of a rodeo. When I came out of the bathroom she had my measuring tape and had wrapped it around one of her brother's feet and was working on the other. That kind of set the tone for the day but we decided that I would take a "mental health" day. No chores, just spending time with the kids. We had fun. Then we went and got Daddy from work and he treated us to frosties. That was lovely. Then Blake threw up on everyone. One nice thing about my little man is I can wash him in the sink. Between Blake's poopies, and Hailey's accidents there was a full load of wash to do. However, they redeemed themselves. Blake has been sitting like an angel in his swing, staring at the lights as usual, and Hailey asked me to color with her and we had a great time. Then after I tucked her in she said, "you ARE beautiful!" O the subtle art of flattery.

I need a Hair cut

My Daughter tells me everyday, sometimes twice a day, " I need a haircut mommy, you need to cut my hair."  Daddy needs a haircut all the time but with two little people its hard for me to get to everyone's head. My head has been sorely neglected. Four months ago I did a drastic makeover and cut nearly 14 inches off and had it dyed a really pretty brown. Well the brown has faded to nearly my own dull color and my hair has grown a good three inches. I need a hair cut.

I could probably get it cut at Walmart but I see some really scary things come out of there. I'm afraid I'll come out looking as strange and deranged as I feel. There is of course the problem of finding ten minutes to get my hair cut. It never takes ten minutes. You would think it would only take 20 at the most but I've never had a haircut that took less than 30 minutes. I'm not sure why. I apparently have very difficult hair. The hairdresser never fails to tell me how thick and fine it is. They also tell me all the cuts that I like won't work for me. Have you ever tried to find 30 minutes of peace away from a two year old, who wants to cut your hair herself, and a 5 week old who wants to eat all the time? Impossible! I think hairdressers should allow time outs for mom's. They probably don't' because they are like the rest of us.If I stop in the middle I'll forget what I was doing.

What I really need is someone to teach me how to do my hair. Then maybe I'd be able to do my daughter's hair. It's turning out just like mine... in a ponytail everyday.