Sunday, September 19, 2010

we love sugar.

cooking with Shaylin.
we're messy. obviously.
at least I didn't lick my arm.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

prince charming is coming on tuesday.

And so it is another rainy weekend. Normally I get slightly bluesy with extended amounts of gloominess, however, I have not reached that point quite yet. It is a perfect Saturday evening with my grande pumpkin spice latte in hand. I'm a happy mom. A happy mom who has put one too many Barbie outfits on. Those little suckers are a pain in the booty.  
Levi has successfully finished his first school fundraiser. We sold 20 containers of cookie dough. Woot. So for those of you who were kind enough to purchase over-priced dough in a tub, you will be happy to know that Levi scored a "space sparkle light" some "rocket balloons" and all sorts of other "out of this world" prizes. I wonder what we're selling next...
Today we ran some errands and ended up at the mall. I'm browsing the the sale rack of Shaylin's size clothes and I'm hearing "I want this mommy, it's perfect!" which I hear about 500 times in any store on account of my child already has a shopping problem. So, I don't pay much attention to what it is she's showing me and just respond with "uh-huh, later honey" like I always do, because I've learned that the word "no" ends with a very dramatic scene. After her repeating it something like 10 times and the lady standing near us giving a slight chuckle, I look down to see my 3 year old holding a training bra and matching panties. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. She did not think it was funny. "Shaylin, honey, that's not your size. When you're bigger, ok?" This is where the drama comes into play. Luckily, it was only a brief meltdown and then she got distracted by the head bands and hello kitty purses.
Levi is spending the night at my parent's house tonight so we can have a night for the girls. So its off to watch Sleeping Beauty until our friends (by our I mean mine) get here and maybe Shaylin can convince them to paint her toenails.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

WHAT.... a whirlwind

Oh my gosh. I am tired. I am so tired that I haven't even found it within me to write in this here blog. What a crazy past 2 weeks.. or 3.. however long its been. First of all, I wrecked my car. That was a disaster. So the car accident slash trying to get used to my life with everyone back in school and working later to make up for being at school thing made me have a slight mental breakdown.
The rental car does not have a clicker. I never appreciated my clicker so much. For it to be raining at 6:30 in the morning, having 2 small children, 2 backpacks, 2 lunches, an asthma machine, and a bag of trash walking from our apartment to the car and then trying to unlock the doors... is just.... way too stressful. Which by the way what is up with this weather?! I'm so tired of hurricane season. I am ready for nice cold winter.
Meanwhile, Levi has been assigned a "homework folder". This is the delightful thing his teacher sends home every Monday with daily assignments. PLUS a reading log to log in the MINUTES we read each day and a space to put in every book we read. Seriously? By the time we get home and I get them fed, bathed, throw in laundry, clean up the kitchen, and do Levi's "daily assignment", you'll be lucky if I can keep my eye balls open long enough to read one book. But no... one is not enough. Apparently my child will not grow up to be all the man he can be on one book a night.
Shaylin told me today that she wanted to marry me. This was slightly concerning seeing as most little girls want to marry their dad. It was even more concerning when I told her that she couldn't marry me because 1. I'm her mother so that's awkward, and 2. she should probably marry a boy because boys and girls get married.. that's how it works. She responded with "I never want to marry a boy. Boys are NO fun." After much convincing She decided maybe a boy was a better idea. "But you have to go to school and get real smart though, so you'll always be smarter than him" was my last piece of advice. "Why?" of course there's a why. "Because then you will always have the last word and be able to tell him what to do."
I feel like it was super good advice

ps I need a vacation. I feel like California makes for excellent prospects