That's Life Kid!

Remember Casa Bonita? It has re-opened and Jason and I decided to take our girls there after church today. We have so many fond memories of it. We got out of church early, so we had to sit in the car for about 20 min. while waiting for it to open. Jason thought it would be a good idea at that point to get online and look at the reviews. They were terrible! One person likened the food to dog food. Another person said it was like eating in a dingy dungeon. Several reviews started with "OMG" or "Ewwww!" So, by the time we could go in, we were totally worked up and freaked out, but had already told the girls about this great place we were going to eat at. No other customers were there yet and as we walked through the doors, we could clearly hear a walkie talkie with some lady yelling that customers had just walked through the door and why was it unlocked it so early. We soldiered on to the food line. And..........it really wasn't that bad. I would still totally reco

You know how sometimes your car starts smelling funky, but you don't really question it because you have 3 kids? It could possibly be lingering from a poo diaper or someone may have taken their stinky socks off and left them in there. Well, today, Emma (from the very back of my long Yukon XL) says, "Mom! My calendar has been ruined by this dumb potato!" Potato?!? I ask, "What potato? It was a completely mushy, stinky, nasty potato that has been back there since we made the trip back from our Christmas week in OKC and my mom sent a bag of potatoes with us!

It's always funny to hear your Okie kids pick up British mannerisms. I was surprised yesterday to hear Elle (2) saying, "Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy" and "Ready, Steady, Go!" until I remembered that she has been watching a lot of Charlie and Lola lately.

Ok, while I was posting my last blog, Elise was dumping out 14 oz of flaxseed in my pantry!!! He, who shall remain nameless, just had to have it for his protein shakes and just had to leave it on the bottom shelf today! Don't be surprised if you hear I have left the country for Mexico and the Riviera Maya!

Elise would be the perfect addition to the Roxbury guys. In the car, any time funky music comes on, she can do a great imitation of the head bopping dance that Will Ferrell and crew did in SNL skits. What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me no more. Ha ha ha ha ha!

Love this verse: Isaiah 43:1   But now this is what the Lord says                                               He who created you (your name)                                               He who formed you (your name)                                               Fear not, for I have redeemed you.                                               I have called you by name. You are mine.    and this one: Isaiah 43:4    Since you are precious and honored in my sight,                                               and because I love you,                                               I will give men in exchange for you                                               and people in exchange for your life. It's good to remind ourselves how God feels about us!

Feeling bored? Here's a fun new activity to try: Jump in the shower. Realize you need a new razor. Jump out and while searching for it, knock a full bottle of PLUM nailpolish out so it breaks all over your white tile floor, toilet, door and walls. Spend the next 25 min. crouching in your birthday suit with acetate scrubbing the bathroom while your toddler stands behind you chanting, "What do, momma? What do?"

I have confirmation that you can't turn your back to a 10 month old. FYI: A baby can fish in the toilet for her sister's poo in the blink of an eye.

A typical day in my life: In the morning, I walk through the bathroom and see my husband using our shared loofah to wash an undesirable area. By lunchtime, I catch my toddler dragging a slab of raw bacon across the living room carpet. But, by dinnertime, we’re all eating burgers and laughing together. Life is good!

I may have had hotdog with mac and cheese for lunch, but at least I put a twist of lemon in my ice water. So much more sophisticated that way. : ) Edit This

How do you spice up your evening? Just start cooking. That will guarantee all kinds of mayhem. Fire up the stove and in minutes, a shower curtain will be pulled down on someone’s head, all the trash bags will be pulled out of the box and thrown all over the kitchen floor along with 50 mini cookie cutters and the moment your hands are covered with batter, at least two of your kids will be hanging on your legs and crying. I better go. My toddlers are in the closet with the door closed and I just heard crashing….and laughing…

Which scintillating task should I attend to first? Changing a poopy diaper, cleaning up the string cheese trail that Elise left when she got tired of actually eating it and decided intstead to chew it up and spit it out on the floor, or spend 30 minutes cleaning melted gummi bear off the inside of my dryer? Choices, choices. So many choices. : )

Ok. So, you’ve just arrived at the theatre with your hubby for date night and Aunt Flo shows up in a BIG, scary way. What do you do? You MacGyver it, that’s what. You buy a ridiculously tiny panty liner and tampon out of the bathroom machine, mix them up with paper towels and toilet paper and voila! Note to OB: Good Lord, it is almost 2011. Why do you not have an applicator?!?

Something large has moved into our garage. I’m afraid to look for it. Last night, it had steak and old diaper for dinner.

Kind of ironic that Elise threw up on the Clorox bottle…..

Went to Hollister and could not get inside. Do we go up to the wooden platform or try the 4 sets of french doors partially open on each side? Is this a test? We hoisted the double stroller up the steps and two steps back down to get in. Definitely not cool. The worker stared at us like we had two heads. It was dark, half naked men stared at me from the walls and the music was too loud. I have never felt so old! LOL.

Ever noticed how parenthood is a steady stream of, “I can’t believe this.”? I can’t believe I have to fish a metal heart out of a toilet filled with hours old pee. I can’t believe my toddler just kicked me in the teeth. I can’t believe I’m having to use a toothpick to clean throwup out of a carseat buckle. I can’t believe my toddler has attracted the attention of 6 people in Banana Republic who think she’s lost when in fact, she’s having a fit under the clothes rack.

Well, one week into having three girls with the flu and I have discovered a few things about myself. I am not Mother Teresa. Elle’s cry sounds exactly like a siren. And I am willing to touch up the caulk in the bathroom just to have a legit excuse to get away from them for a few minutes. Sad.