Has the world gone crazy?

As a general rule I try not to watch the news too much because it gets me depressed. Unfortunately this week I broke that rule and it has come to my attention that the world has gone nuts. Don't believe me? Let me give ya some examples:

• Chris Brown~ I think it's safe to say that everyone remembers what happened between him and Rhianna. You know what he refers to as a "mishap".  A few months ago he goes on his twitter account and makes fun of someone that was molested. Disgusting. Then earlier this week he breaks a window at the ABC studio because he was angry that he was asked about what happened with Rhianna in an interview. Did ABC file charges? Of course not.
• Charlie Sheen~Words just escape me. I cannot believe that this is the same guy that I had plastered all over my bedroom walls growing up. Talk about a letdown. Is he suffering from his behavior? Of course not. His "shows" are selling out and now it looks like he's going to go back to his television show like nothing happened.
• Gilbert Gottfried~ Idiot, idiot, idiot. Making fun of the tragedy in Japan on twitter? So wrong. Thank you Aflac for nipping this one in the bud.
• Steve Giardini~ Yes, I realize that most likely none of you have ever heard of this guy so let me tell you a little about him. He was one of our assistant district attorneys. He specialized in prosecuting sex crimes against children. Guess what he's been arrested for? Enticing a child under the age of 16 and soliciting obscene material. Nice huh?

The thing that just absolutely kills me about each and every one of these instances is that people are defending these degenerates. Why? I just honestly don't understand. Has our society fallen so far that we think it's okay to do these things? I totally understand giving people second chances, but this is just insane. 

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A little dirt never hurt

Spring is here which means it's time to play outside. In our house that means one thing. Dirt. My backyard has something like fourteen trees in it so there are several bare patches where the grass doesn't grow due to the shade from the trees. This naturally is where my kids want to play when they are outside. One of my children in particular loves to go outside and sit in the dirt and dig, dig, dig. No not Sophie she can't stay in one spot that long.

Definitely not Audrey. You generally have to look up in a tree to find her.

It's Kylie. This child will find a patch of dirt and sit in it and play forever. When it's time to come inside she is literally covered from head to toe in dirt.

 When it's time to come inside she has to go straight to the shower otherwise I'll have to scrub dirt out of anything she comes into contact with. I cannot even begin to tell you the number of times I've had to stop myself from screaming at her "get out of the dirt!" Being the neat freak I am it just kills me seeing one of my kids do this. However I am trying really hard to keep my mouth shut because I know that the days of playing in the dirt will soon be gone and I'll miss it. So for now I'm loading up on oxiclean and and toying with the idea of making coveralls for her.

Another reason I wish I were a kid again

This morning when I woke up I was slightly freaked out. I had had a dream that someone stole my purse and I was having to frantically call and cancel my credit cards and checking account. While I was lying in bed reassuring myself that it was in fact just a bad dream Sophie (yes, she ended up in my bed again) Sophie rolled over laughing. She said, "Mom I dreamed that Pinkie Pie and Verity flew to the moon last night" She was laughing as she said this so obviously it was a pretty good dream. She then said, "I need to go back to sleep now so I can see what happens." I wish I were five again.

Weekend recap

This weekend started out in the most fantastic way. Do you remember last week I was complaining about how it was taking me forever to get Sophie a speech evaluation and that the last time we went I lost a piece off my purse? Well on Friday she finally got her evaluation. And yes she did qualify. It took every bit of self restraint I possessed not to shout "I told you so!" and sing the nanny boo boo song, but I was good and refrained. Also while I was waiting I found out that the principal had found the lock to my purse. I was so thrilled to get it back. Of course now I'm feeling a little guilty because just two days prior my husband told me to go online and order another purse (perhaps he was tired of my whining?) and I did. I offered to return the new purse when it arrived and he told me not to worry with it so being the good wife I am I'm going to do just what he says. So now I'm waiting somewhat patiently for this new baby to arrive.

 

On Sunday Audrey and I had a fun day together. My husband was home from work so he watched Kylie and Sophie while I took Audrey to do some shopping and lunch. I love doing things with all three of my children, but I just adore getting to spend one on one time with them like this. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed the one on one time too.
It's been pretty spring-like here for at least a month now, but yesterday marked the official first day of spring. It was in the eighties here so I think it's pretty safe to say I can now put these guys back in the closet for another year.

 

 I'm trying really, really hard not to complain (too much) about the complete lack of winter we got this year and enjoy the nice weather we've been having. Yesterday we took the girls out to my mom and dads house for a little kite flying. You'll have to use your imagination and pretend there is a really cool picture of my kids flying their kites right here since my camera battery needed charging and I didn't realize it until too late. They had a fantastic time and one of the kites even managed to survive their abuse.
When we got home my husband and I were treated to an actual fashion show starring the super famous celebrity Sophie.  We had no idea we lived amongst such a fashionista.

No, those are not my hands in the picture thankyouverymuch.

And since today is teacher work day at the girls school it looks like our weekend continues on. I hope all of you have a wonderful week and can get outside and enjoy this nice spring weather.

Another imperfect project

A few months ago after my husband and I finished the girls playhouse loft bed we thought we would be done with kids projects for a little while. We were wrong. Sophie looked up at her daddy and the first thing she said was, "Now I need a play stove so I can cook." My husband of course being the sucker awesome dad that he is told her no problem. He asked me to look online for some plans and so naturally I headed over to Ana White's website to see what I could find. The plan that I found was for a smallish size oven which I thought would be perfect because it would fit in the playhouse. My husband on the other hand insisted that it be larger so the girls could actually stand up and use it. I will be quite honest and tell you that this project was a nightmare. Apparently my husband even though he means well is not very good at converting plan sizes so it took FOREVER and it is still nowhere near perfect. However it is finally done and the girls are happy with it so I guess that's all that matters right?

I planned to put a little clock in the middle of it, but have run into obstacles everytime I try to buy one. First I went to Michaels where they were sold out of them. Then my husband told me he would run into Goodwill and pick up and old alarm clock that we could dismantle and use. He found a little table clock that he thought would be perfect. Umm, we can't figure out how to get the thing open. I suppose I could smash it, but with my luck it would break the hands and numbers so I tried Hobby Lobby. Our Hobby Lobby is in the middle of some big reconstruction right now so it's a huge mess. While I was in the store trying to figure out where everything was at the lights went out. And stayed out. The manager finally came on the P.A system and basically told everyone to leave. So no clock. Anyway, we got the thing finished (minus the clock) and brought it in and put it in the playhouse. The girls promptly told us that it was too big to go there so we had to move it out (can you see me rolling my eyes?).  It currently sits right inside Audrey and Sophie's bedroom door which kind of bugs me, but I guess I can live with it for now. 

Hopefully this will be the end of kid projects for a little while. I did overhear one of the girls say something about a refrigerator and I just did what any other parent would do and pretended that I didn't hear them.

Happy St. Patricks Day!

I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful day full of good luck today!

Bring on St. Patty's day!

I'm not Irish, but from what I understand (and I'm probably totally wrong as usual) is that on St. Patrick's Day you are supposed to have the luck of the Irish. I need it badly. Well let me take that back. If the Irish have good luck then I need it. They can keep their bad luck because lately I've had enough of it. Let me just give you a little recap of how the past few days have been around here.
 On Thursday as I mentioned in my last post Kylie was sick. She only puked two or three times so I thought everything was okay. On Friday I kept her home from school just to be safe and also because she was still feeling lethargic. This presented a slight problem for me. See I have been desperately trying all year long to get a speech evaluation done for Sophie and have been getting the run around. Last Friday when I went for our scheduled appointment I was told to come back this Friday because the speech pathologist couldn't do it that day for some reason. I was looking forward to getting her in there and tested, but did not want to bring Kylie with me while she was feeling bad. Luckily my mom offered to come over and watch her. This is right around the point things began to go oh so wrong for me. 
When Kylie woke up I decided to make her some breakfast. I also decided I would get ready while her breakfast was cooking. Not a good idea. The smoke alarm ended up going off. Our smoke alarm is hard wired and it vibrated so much that it fell off the wall. Great. Ruined breakfast and screwed up the smoke detector. I get Sophie ready and we head to the school. I get her out of the car and while we're in the office waiting for our meeting I notice something odd about my purse. I just bought a Michael Kors Hamilton bag a few weeks ago. I've been wanting one for ages and finally found one on sale and splurged. See the little lock on the front?

 Mine is not longer there. Apparently it fell of between my getting in the car at home and getting out at school and walking into the office. Should be easy to find right? Of course not. That baby is gone and as far as I can tell you can't buy a replacement. Nice. Finally meet with the speech pathologist, fill out more paperwork than what I filled out when I bought my house and she says "okay, I'll see you next week for Sophie's evaluation." Huh? Apparently she couldn't do it as scheduled because she had something else to do. Then later that night Sophie throws up. Again, and again and again. A few hours later Audrey starts. So all Friday night, Saturday day and Saturday night I'm taking care of sick people. I was seriously near tears from lack of sleep (everytime I would start to dose off one of them would get sick again) and so looking forward to having my husband home on Sunday to help. Sunday morning he offers to run to the store for me since I've been having to put it off for so long at this point. He leaves and is gone for less than ten minutes when he walks back in the front door. His tire on his car went flat so he ended up spending hours getting a new one. Finally get the tire situation taken care of, the girls seem to be doing okay and I go to bed happy. Only to wake up during the middle of the night sick as a dog. So now I am hoping, praying, and crossing my fingers that things will turn around because I'm tired of this crummy luck.

Mama bear failure(s)

You know how everyone says that when you have kids your mama bear instinct comes out? That instinct that says you'll do anything and everything to protect and take care of your child(ren)? Yeah, mines not working so great lately. 
Case in point. This weekend we took the girls skating. All of them are really good skaters, none of that scooting along the edges of the rink falling down stuff like their mom does. Nope, they get out in the middle of the rink and go for it. Things were going really well and they were having a blast and then it happened. In slow motion I watched as Sophie was zooming along when this woman skated up behind her flirting with some guy. She was looking at him making googly eyes and I just knew she was about to take my baby out. And she did. Not only did she knock her down, but then she fell on her and laid there. My husband jumped up, ran and scooped Sophie up and brought her to me. Her face was red from meeting the hard floor and she was crying. FYI, Sophie rarely cries. She's one of those kids that will run into a brick wall, fall down and say "I'm okay" and keep going. I sat and held her and tried to get her to calm down. Now one would think that if an adult knocked over a small child they would at least apologize and check to see if they were okay. One would be wrong. Not only did this person knock my baby down, she pushed herself up off of my baby and skated off without even looking back at her, apologizing or anything. To say I was unhappy would be the understatement of the year. Oh yes, mama bear was mad. Sophie continued to cry and tell me that she wasn't going to skate anymore so I walked around with her and tried to take her mind of her accident. As we were walking we walked right past the woman that knocked her down laughing and talking with some other people. Did I stop and tell her she needed to apologize to my child? No I did nothing. I still feel like crap five days later for not doing so. I talked to Kylie and one of her friends and they were able to convince Sophie to get on the floor and try it again. They had a great time and of course Sophie got over it, but I still feel like I let her down for doing nothing.
Second mama bear failure. Yesterday was Kylie and Audrey's first day back to school after a five day weekend (that's right people, here the kids get out of school more time for mardi gras than they do for Thanksgiving). Kylie and Audrey were both grumpy and whiny of course. After they finally got dressed Kylie told me she thought she was going to be sick. What did I do? Nothing. I told her to eat her breakfast so we could go to school. The school nurse called me at 10:00 to tell me that she threw up and I needed to come pick her up. Big mama bear failure. I just assumed that she was faking feeling bad so she wouldn't have to go to school (something she's never done before) and didn't even entertain the thought of not sending her. Instead I sent my poor child to school where she threw up in front of all her classmates. She's been home in bed ever since. 
So needless to say this mama bear has some major 'Iletmykidsdown' guilt going on right now. Have any of you ever had a mama bear failure? Of have you had a mama bear moment where you really came through?

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