Sunday Citar

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
Joseph Campbell


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*Annnnnnnnnnnnd, just in case you were wondering, this door is on my great grandmother's house. Unfortunately she is no longer with us but her house has been transformed into a family cottage and still displays many of her items and even smells the way it did when she lived there. It is one of my favourite places on earth.

A conversation with Rowdy

While playing in the sandbox. And on the swings.

"Mom, where does dirt come from?"

"Umm....."

"How was earth made?"

"Ummm......"

"Why do we have hair?"

"Ummm....."

"How does water get in a lake?"

"Ummmm....."

"Who makes tractors?"

"People at factories"

"Well then how do they get put together? And how do they get to the store?"

"Umm...."

"How do TV shows get on our TV?"

"Ummm...."

"I am hungry. Lets go inside for a drink and some gummies"

{I think I handled that well, dont you?}

A game. What doesn't belong in these pictures?

As my children get older, they seem to get more lazy. When I ask them to put something away or throw something IN THE GARBAGE, I find that something in weird, unusual places.

Remember this post?


As my children get older, they also get more sneaky. This scares me more than you can believe.

Lets play a game. Games are fun unless they involve items that are supposed to be elsewhere in my home.....after asking my children to put them where they belong. But I am forgiving. They are only young boys and as they grow will become more responsible, thoughtful and respectful. Right?

So look at these pictures and tell me what does not belong.

And then laugh. Because that is what I do to keep myself from completely losing my mind.

An empty snack container. In the bedroom closet. Apparently licked clean by a big, black dog.

A baby toy. Outside. In the eavestrough thing-a-ma-bob.

Dirty, worn socks scrunched up and left out in the rain. Beside the sandbox.

A picture. It was a picture of a sun wearing glasses and somehow turned into some freakish, snotty nosed face. It now hangs on a bedroom wall for all the world to see.

Are your children lazy? Do they do this? How do you resolve the issue calmly?

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La touree de la maison de Momma

Ok. I suck. The title should say "A tour of Mommas house" but it probably says "Momma wears a toupee".

At least I tried.

Anyways, if you are here for a tour, you are in luck. If you are here for a toupee, sorry, you have come to the wrong place.

This week's tour is Children's bedrooms.

I have children. And they have bedrooms.

It's your lucky day!

I have chosen to show Princess' room because it is the only bedroom that looks presentable. The boys room is still a blank canvas and nothing has been done.

Sad I know. Poor boys.

The truth is that I do not know what to do with the boys' room. What do I put on their walls that won't break or get destroyed?

Help me!

Here is my baby girls room. Her room was easy because I am female and have not had anything girly in my house since I was a little girl. So I found pink things with clothing on it because, well, I like pink and I like clothing......and eventually she might like them as well.

Change table that I rarely use because she is too big and prefers to squirm. So I usually do diaper changing on the floor or in her crib. It actually isnt made to be a change table...it is a dresser......Shhhhh. And it is an Ikea item......double Shhhhhhh.

Window with view. We just have the plain old pull down blind. I have curtains but have not put them up yet. Give me about 5 years!

Princess and her crib. This crib has lasted through three children so I would say it was well worth the $$. It is plain and boring but it has done it's job perfectly.


Her mobile that we no longer use because she is 1 but it is so frickin cute, I have to show a picture. Clothing twirling around to music is something I would like in my room!


There are 3 of these on the wall.....different but similar.
Make sense?



Her bumper pad that apparently we aren't supposed to use. But we do. So there.

Crib minus baby
Closet. A close-up view because I wouldn't dare show you the bottom! Yikes!

Rocking chair and view of the closed closet. Thought you could peek at the bottom of the closet didn't you?

So that's it. It is a small room. The smallest of the 4 bedrooms but I don't think she minds just yet.

Give her a few years and I am sure she will hate pink and want a bathroom attached to her bedroom. Far away from her brothers.

In the meantime I will enjoy as much pink as I can.

Why Paying a Professional is Well Worth the Money

My picture of Princess.



My dearest friend's {aka "Miss Wonderful Photographer"} pictures of Princess.

Enough said.

More pictures to come in future posts.

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Thngs that make Momma happy

List 10 things that make you happy.
Oooooooooo, this is an easy one and I am soooo going to get an A+ on this assignment because, well, I am generally a happy person.

Unless you piss me off. Or I look at myself naked in the mirror.

Anyways......Number 1 on my list are my "Happy Pills". They make me happy and without them I am an unhappy mess of a human.

2.)Chocolate. If you do not read my blog, shame on you! Those that do read know that chocolate is my weakness and I will search the garbage for it. Yes, I have issues, hence the Happy Pills.

I have never used the word "hence" before in my life and am unsure if I even used it in the right context but it sounds "smart" so I am keeping it.

3.) They come once a week and make the house spotless. I love them and would marry them if I was that kind of girl.

4.) My name is Momma and I am an Etsy.com addict. Are there 12 step programs for this????


5.) My camera. Photos are the most treasured items in my home and taking them makes me feel good.....and happy.

6.) Family. All of them.
Even though we all looked like this.

They still make me happy.

Every day.

7.) Finding money ! I am a happy Momma when I put on a jacket to discover $$$ in the pockets.

8.) Shopping. With the money I found in my pockets! I could shop all day everyday. Now if only I could find a career that allowed me to buy things with other people's money.

9.) Tonka Toys. They are the only toy that can keep both boys entertained for long(ish) periods of time which allows Momma to relax for just a little while.

10.) And last but certainly not least, bad, but so darn good reality tv. Watching Rock of Love Bus every Sunday night was the highlight of my week and now that it is done I will be eating my popcorn and drinking rum with a smile on my face watching the drama between Jon and Kate. I know. I am sick. There is something about watching the train wrecks that are other other people's lives that makes me giddy and appreciate the dull, boring, uneventful life that I live. What would make me even happier was if they took the 8 kids off of the show before they are in therapy and just showed the drama between the parents. I do not enjoy watching children watch their parent's marriage dissolve right in front of their eyes. That does not make me happy.

Now excuse me, I have some food to eat, pills to take, shows to watch and purchases to make. Toodaloo!

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*Thanks to Photobucket for allowing me to use some of their pictures*

Asthma sucks the life outta you

One of my children has recently been diagnosed with asthma.

It sucks.

Literally.

After many episodes of breathing troubles, a few trips to the emergency room and a hospital stay, he was finally diagnosed with the "A" word.

He is now on medication every day.

I could not be happier.

There is nothing worse then watching your child struggle to take a breath.

Helpless is a terrible way to feel as you hold your child who needs an oxygen mask to breathe.

Ok, medication. Do your job and help my boy breathe.

Thanks.

In the meantime, I will say a million prayers and cross my fingers.

This Girl

This girl is 13 months old.

This girl is busy!

This girl enjoys emptying every single basket of toys. And then walking away.

This girl is walking. Everywhere.

This girl would spend hours on her swing if Mommy let her.

This girl does not like her feet touching the grass.

This girl loves the television show "In the Night Garden"

And "4 Squares. "

This girl is head over heels in love with her big brothers.

And her dog Studley.

This girl loves to go for walks.

This girl is a chatterbox.

This girl says "Mama", "Dada", "Duck".

This girl gives open mouth kisses. With the tongue.

I have no idea where she learned that.

This girl puts everything in her mouth.

This girl likes to bite. And poke eyes. And stick her fingers up nostrils.

This girl likes to pull hair.

This girl has no desire to use a sippy cup.

This girl loves cheese.

This girl loves to dance. Even to Bluegrass music.

This girl is beautiful.

This girl is perfect.

This girl is my life.

*Pictures taken by this gal.

*Go here to see my "This Boy" post*

The Survivor Diet- My thoughts

I miss having perky boobs.

I miss having a waistline.


Since I miss my perky boobs and my waistline so much I am thinking of going on the Survivor Diet. This involves travelling to an island with minimal supplies.
Photo courtesy of Photobucket

A deserted island with bathroom facilities is a must. Running water is also a must.

And electricity.

I did not say I was going to rough it, I just said I was going on the diet.

I will be on a tropical island with lots of fruit trees and edible berry bushes. There will be copious amounts of clean water to drink.

There will be no chocolate.

Or cookies.

*gasp* Take a deep breath Momma.

Yes, it will be difficult but I feel that it is what I have to do to get my body back. I cannot live anywhere close to sugar.....bad sugar. I cannot have access to stores or restaurants.

I will swim in the ocean that is blocked off from all sea mammals. No big fish, snakes, sharks, crocs or eels can come within a mile of my swimming area please and thank you.

Because if they do come near me I may just have a heart attack...or get eaten and the entire experience will be pointless.

I will jog on the beach. Ok, who am I kidding...... I will walk. Alot.

I will spend my days in the water and in the sand getting all pretty and healthy. I will read gossip magazines and maybe even a novel or two. I will listen to my music. Bluegrass music will not exist on this island.

I will not eat chocolate. Or cookies. Or anything that is remotely unhealthy. I will be the picture of optimal health.

I will drink water because it is the only beverage available. No soda. No Kool Aid. No juice.

Borrring.

I will lose weight. I will get in shape.

I will come home, look at chocolate and have no desire to eat it.

I will only eat salads and fish, and all the good stuff that people are supposed to eat.

Ew

And then I will get a boob job.

The End.

Yes, these thoughts actually do run through my mind. Now if only I can find someone who will let me stay on their well equipped island for free.

Not me Monday!

Another Monday? How is time going by so fast? Only 4 more weeks until the kidlets are out of school for over 2 months.

I am not upset that I will have three kids at home. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for approximately 10 weeks. It will not be a problem finding things to keep them busy. And keep myself sane? No problem.

Ha. Would it be wrong for me to run away for a few months and come home on the first day of school? And my sanity left me years ago......

I am not bummed that I will be known as "Referee" for two months. I am not stressed out about having two strong-willed, spirited violent boys at home, together all of the time.

Fun times.


I did not take a picture of my boys playing together nicely so I have it as a reminder that it is possible for them to get along for more than 3 minutes. Any other mother would think that their children are angels no matter what behaviour they display.

Middle child did not argue with me about whether or not he is in Junior Kindergarten or Senior Kindergarten. He did not say in these words "Mom, you don't know what you're talking about" when I told him that he is in JK. After 5 minutes of trying to explain it to him and being yelled at, I did not give in. I did not say "Fine, you're in SK" just so the argument would be over.

I do not think there is a small possibility that middle child will be in politics when he gets older. And I most definitely don't think that all other politicians will be terrified of him!

I did not buy heels for an upcoming wedding. And if by chance, I did buy pretty brown high heel/wedge shoes I did not fall over on my ankle while wearing them around the house.

I did not throw them and call them bad names as I sat on the floor nursing my sore ankle.

A few of my children do not say "That is so sick" when they think something is cool. And if they did, I would not break out in the giggles because it is the funniest thing I have ever heard.

I never said "That is totally rad" when I was young(er) and thought something was cool. Honest. Because that would be like so uncool. Dude.

I am not grossed out by dirty fingernails. They do not give me the heebie jeebies. I mean, it is just dirt...and bug guts.....and who knows what else.

I am not totally disgusted when my kids have dirty fingernails and I catch them with their fingers up their nose.

My kids do not pick their nose. They also do not wrestle, yell, use bad language, pee on the toilet seat, and call me "Mean Mom".

When they are sleeping.

Happy Monday!