Alright..... I've been absent for too long. Time to start writing again!
Lots of things going on in our lives, lots of changes. During the craziness that is life, we all need a laugh!!!
So, here are some little K stories for your reading pleasure!!
Both girls were in the car with my parents. I called to tell Lil K that if "Brama" said it was nap time she had to take a nap.... The 3 year old response?!?! "um, I'm in the car mom, and I can't really hear you, so bye, see you later." Really?!? Where did she learn that?
Lil K can't have chapstick because she eats it, breaks it, draws with it....you get the point. She found a chap stick in the drawer at Brama's house. I said, "you can't put that in your pocket, you need to put it back in the drawer." 3 minutes latter Big K informed me that Lil K still had the chapstick. Me: "didn't I tell you not to put that chapstick I in your pocket?" Lil K with a smirk: "it's not in my pocket it's in my hand!"
I've pretty much created a monster..... Now to use her humor and strong will for good, that's my mission!!
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
WAAAAAIT!
Hi, my name is Jamie. I'm a long time reader, first time Blogger. I'm so glad I got through....... and away we gooooooooo!
Mondays are generally a challenging day in my house. Everyone is suffering from post-party depression, the kids want to sleep in after waking up at 5 AM all weekend, lunches have to be made, dinner planed in the morning, and the ever dreaded school traffic must be faced!! Knowing this is how a typical Monday transpires, I decided to be prepared! I put dinner in the crock-pot at 6 AM. Success.
After dropping two sweet, never rotten, girls off at daycare, I headed to work. Upon arriving at the office I learned that my boss decided to take a last minute camping trip and another co-worker was going to be out sick. And there goes 1/2 of the office. Two of us were left to brave the day. I work for an insurance agency, so we have fluctuating days....some are so slow I want to dig my eyes out with a spoon, while others are soooooo busy I want to dig my eyes out with a spoon. (win/win, no?) Monday was one of those exceptionally busy days...so busy I not only wanted to dig my eyes out with a spoon, but also contemplated shutting my head in the microwave. I will spare you the non-essential details, just note it was an unusually busy day.
When the magic hour of 5 PM rolled around I check out of that office like my rear was on fire! Carefully drove to day care to pick up my children. (The process of picking up my kids are daycare usually lasts about 20 minutes with me saying multiple times "OK, we are really leaving this time"). When we get ourselves all buckled in the car (Click-click-clickety-click - Brian Regan) I decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store for just a FEW items. Instead of driving across town to the cheap grocery store, I head to the closest one. Closest store is this fabulous place called Fred Meyer. Picture a Super Walmart, only bigger and more expensive. I walk in and am totally lost. I mistakenly take the girls past the bakery section (which I know to steer clear of in my regular discount grocery store). The lovely frosted cookies attract the attention of a starving, never fed, always hungry, and very vocal 2 year old - whom shall remain nameless. As my eyes are searching for the juice section my attention is shaken by a blood curdling scream of "I WANT COOKIES." My first response is quickly find an aisle to hide in before people start staring. Once in said aisle, the vocal 2 year old starts yelling, "NO, GO BACK TO COOKIES! I WANT THAT ONE COOKIE!!!" I quietly and sternly tell her to stop yelling in the grocery store. She responds with "DON'T SPANK MY BUTT MOM!" -----Really?!? We have been in the store all of 10 minutes and this is how it is going to go?!?! I tried to get through the store as fast as I could, but since you need a map and/or star chart to accurately navigate you way through "Freddy's," my quick trip took an hour.
At the 46 minute mark the amazing adorable 2 year old started yelling something new. "I HAVE TO POOP NOW!" OK, hush, I can't find the bathroom, so we will check out and go home. "NO MOM, I HAVE POOP IN MY BUTT!" Ah-maaaaz-ing. I scurry myself, my cart, and my girls to the checkout lane. I picked the wrong lane, but you never know that until ALL of your items are out of the cart and on the conveyor belt. Alas, we are checked out, and headed to the car.
I get the above noted 2 year old in the car seat. While I am attempting the click-click-clickety-click 5 point harness I notice that some lovely, thoughtful, kind hearted soul has keyed the entire left side of my car. FANTASTIC! 2 year old buckled. 6 year old got herself in and buckled. I move to the right side of the car and watch the guy parked next to my car scrape the right rear corner as he is backing out. I also watch him drive away as I am yelling at him to stop. WOOHOO!!! Two things on my car in less than an hour! Can life get any better? I submit that I cannot!
Toooo bad the day is not over yet.
We get home....I'm juggling two grocery bags, a 2 year old, a cell phone, and trying to unlock the front door. I send the 6 year old to get the mail. She comes back with a spider on her shoulder and I try to do the sneaky mom maneuver and remove the spider before she notices. This only causes the spider to crawl inside her shirt...at this point panic ensues. I set the 2 year old down to get in the house, throw the grocery bags on the floor, get the spider and the shirt off the 6 year old and realize...WAAAAAAIT! Where is the 2 year old?!?!?! Continuing in panic mode, I run out the front door screaming her name. I hear her screaming back, but I can't see her. After about 30 seconds of sheer panic, I locate the 2 year old...in my car....with the door shut. Upon opening the door I am overcome with the sweet aroma of poop. AYE! She held it from the store to home, but instead of coming in the house to go, she decided to go in her pants IN MY CAR! (Poor car).
Just when I think this day has come to an end, poop cleaned up, groceries put away, spider killed, I get my ONE success of the day. I open the crock-pot - everything is raw. I never turned it on. Aw man.
Monday = Epic fail.....good thing there are more days in a week.
Mondays are generally a challenging day in my house. Everyone is suffering from post-party depression, the kids want to sleep in after waking up at 5 AM all weekend, lunches have to be made, dinner planed in the morning, and the ever dreaded school traffic must be faced!! Knowing this is how a typical Monday transpires, I decided to be prepared! I put dinner in the crock-pot at 6 AM. Success.
After dropping two sweet, never rotten, girls off at daycare, I headed to work. Upon arriving at the office I learned that my boss decided to take a last minute camping trip and another co-worker was going to be out sick. And there goes 1/2 of the office. Two of us were left to brave the day. I work for an insurance agency, so we have fluctuating days....some are so slow I want to dig my eyes out with a spoon, while others are soooooo busy I want to dig my eyes out with a spoon. (win/win, no?) Monday was one of those exceptionally busy days...so busy I not only wanted to dig my eyes out with a spoon, but also contemplated shutting my head in the microwave. I will spare you the non-essential details, just note it was an unusually busy day.
When the magic hour of 5 PM rolled around I check out of that office like my rear was on fire! Carefully drove to day care to pick up my children. (The process of picking up my kids are daycare usually lasts about 20 minutes with me saying multiple times "OK, we are really leaving this time"). When we get ourselves all buckled in the car (Click-click-clickety-click - Brian Regan) I decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store for just a FEW items. Instead of driving across town to the cheap grocery store, I head to the closest one. Closest store is this fabulous place called Fred Meyer. Picture a Super Walmart, only bigger and more expensive. I walk in and am totally lost. I mistakenly take the girls past the bakery section (which I know to steer clear of in my regular discount grocery store). The lovely frosted cookies attract the attention of a starving, never fed, always hungry, and very vocal 2 year old - whom shall remain nameless. As my eyes are searching for the juice section my attention is shaken by a blood curdling scream of "I WANT COOKIES." My first response is quickly find an aisle to hide in before people start staring. Once in said aisle, the vocal 2 year old starts yelling, "NO, GO BACK TO COOKIES! I WANT THAT ONE COOKIE!!!" I quietly and sternly tell her to stop yelling in the grocery store. She responds with "DON'T SPANK MY BUTT MOM!" -----Really?!? We have been in the store all of 10 minutes and this is how it is going to go?!?! I tried to get through the store as fast as I could, but since you need a map and/or star chart to accurately navigate you way through "Freddy's," my quick trip took an hour.
At the 46 minute mark the amazing adorable 2 year old started yelling something new. "I HAVE TO POOP NOW!" OK, hush, I can't find the bathroom, so we will check out and go home. "NO MOM, I HAVE POOP IN MY BUTT!" Ah-maaaaz-ing. I scurry myself, my cart, and my girls to the checkout lane. I picked the wrong lane, but you never know that until ALL of your items are out of the cart and on the conveyor belt. Alas, we are checked out, and headed to the car.
I get the above noted 2 year old in the car seat. While I am attempting the click-click-clickety-click 5 point harness I notice that some lovely, thoughtful, kind hearted soul has keyed the entire left side of my car. FANTASTIC! 2 year old buckled. 6 year old got herself in and buckled. I move to the right side of the car and watch the guy parked next to my car scrape the right rear corner as he is backing out. I also watch him drive away as I am yelling at him to stop. WOOHOO!!! Two things on my car in less than an hour! Can life get any better? I submit that I cannot!
Toooo bad the day is not over yet.
We get home....I'm juggling two grocery bags, a 2 year old, a cell phone, and trying to unlock the front door. I send the 6 year old to get the mail. She comes back with a spider on her shoulder and I try to do the sneaky mom maneuver and remove the spider before she notices. This only causes the spider to crawl inside her shirt...at this point panic ensues. I set the 2 year old down to get in the house, throw the grocery bags on the floor, get the spider and the shirt off the 6 year old and realize...WAAAAAAIT! Where is the 2 year old?!?!?! Continuing in panic mode, I run out the front door screaming her name. I hear her screaming back, but I can't see her. After about 30 seconds of sheer panic, I locate the 2 year old...in my car....with the door shut. Upon opening the door I am overcome with the sweet aroma of poop. AYE! She held it from the store to home, but instead of coming in the house to go, she decided to go in her pants IN MY CAR! (Poor car).
Just when I think this day has come to an end, poop cleaned up, groceries put away, spider killed, I get my ONE success of the day. I open the crock-pot - everything is raw. I never turned it on. Aw man.
Monday = Epic fail.....good thing there are more days in a week.
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