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Good Morning
1/29/2009
Wait scratch that! Nothings good at 5am (it's an ungodly hour if you weren't aware). I know this b/c only a few kinds
of people are up at 5am; insomniacs, those questioning their occupations, grandparents who go to bed at 7pm, and runners.

I'm not up b/c I'm running or "pre"running. Unless you count running away from children. Both my lovelies woke up simultaneously at 5am. I've concluded it's either; 1. a plot to strip mom from all sanity or 2. to take over the world, starting with insomniacs, truckers, grandparents, and runners. Take the runners first! Please.
Effects of a recession.
1/18/2009
There was this funny little thing that happen after I had my second child. I found it wise not to make meals that required too much preparation (i.e. more than hot water or butter). As such, I laid off some appliances in my kitchen without noticing. One item however, was "relocated" to a new department and given a different job title, that item was my kitchen aid mixer.
I was found out the other day by Her when I decided to make carrot cake cupcakes for Titus' 2nd birthday. After some nervous laughter I admitted that it had become the pacifier/thermometer/mylicon holder. Oh how our lives and kitchen have changed.
I was found out the other day by Her when I decided to make carrot cake cupcakes for Titus' 2nd birthday. After some nervous laughter I admitted that it had become the pacifier/thermometer/mylicon holder. Oh how our lives and kitchen have changed.

It's like...
12/05/2008
Living with a drunk foreign exchange student. That's the best way to describe the day to day interactions I share with my almost 2 year old son. Over the last year my son has become highly communicative which I can only assume is one part biology and one part my fault. Titus is definitely MY son.

So back to my drunk foreign exchange student. Most of Titus' words are slurred, mixed with inaccurate other words, and said with a thick "baby" accent. I can usually understand at least 1/3 of what my son says but it
typically takes a LOT of guessing, interpreting, and asking to be shown. When Dave and I get jammed we result to "Show daddy/mommy" and we allow him to lead us to various locations around the house.
I can only suppose that with all this practice one day the Lord will lead us to opening our home to a foreign exchange student with a sobriety issue okay maybe not.
Dear Foreign exchange students,
Please don't hate me. I'm aware of your ability to speak fluently in several languages and my inability to speak fluently in one. My comparison was based on barbaric stereotypes.
A Hippie, A Sniper, & A Pepper walk into a...
11/01/2008
My husband had a vision...it was accomplished.

yes those are real leaves attached to my child. Fortunately not real bullets!
Let us not forget that with every Rambo opps I mean sniper, comes a Hippie.

Oh and my "vision"

yes she's a chili pepper!
One more for good measure...

We survived the night with only a few falls, a couple meltdowns, some hair super glued together, and one tub covered in black & green face paint...can't wait till next year.
Photos provided by THIS fabulous wonderingwoman!

yes those are real leaves attached to my child. Fortunately not real bullets!
Let us not forget that with every Rambo opps I mean sniper, comes a Hippie.

Oh and my "vision"

yes she's a chili pepper!
One more for good measure...

We survived the night with only a few falls, a couple meltdowns, some hair super glued together, and one tub covered in black & green face paint...can't wait till next year.
Photos provided by THIS fabulous wonderingwoman!
Movie Night
10/15/2008
So the other night Titus had his buddy Berkeley over for homemade pizza's and Curious George. The evening was full of food, yelling, and running. I'm not sure Berkeley will ever come back. We've discovered that Titus expires at 7:30 and then Crazy Man kicks in. "Crazy Man" throws toys, pushes, and runs in circles. I think the adults paid more attention to the movie then the little ones did.



HELP
8/29/2008
Hubs going back to work and I'm starring at two children and realizing I'm out numbered.
I'm soliciting advice. I've joined the world of households with multiple children and I'm looking for information. Please share what you wish someone would have told you about having two + kids. What's been the biggest help? What you wished your knew before and even what your struggling with now.
I'm soliciting advice. I've joined the world of households with multiple children and I'm looking for information. Please share what you wish someone would have told you about having two + kids. What's been the biggest help? What you wished your knew before and even what your struggling with now.
INTRODUCING...
7/18/2008
SHE'S HERE! We have a genuine Risch Girl Corinth Rylei. 7lbs 5oz, 19.25inches and she's BLOND. WonderingWoman, our neighborhood multi-gifted women,friend,wife,mom,therapist,photographer, intellectual has done i again... she's taken some amazing photos of our new addition so check them out HERE!
Mikey will eat it
6/27/2008
So today I find my first born smacking his lips with an almost empty bottle of nail polish in one hand and the cap/brush in the other. YUM?
After having my freak out moment David preps Titus for the ER and I call poison control. He's fine and we didn't have to go.
Titus:3/ Mom:0. You win again kid, you win again.
The rest of my evening will be spent listening to my child breath through the monitor and thanking God for every breath.
When you were a kid did you consume anything considered "non-edible"?
Freak'n eh
5/29/2008
So I ventured down the freakiest isle in target. I have never been down this row before. I didn't know target had a whole section dedicated to this. It was like living out my worst nightmare.
THE DOLL ISLE!!!

Reasons for freaky-ness:
1. Whole row is covered in pink. Every doll comes in a pink box (something seriously wrong here).
2. All dolls had eyes that followed me. I'm not paranoid, really.
3. As I approached a doll the row of dolls below began speaking to me. NOT KIDDING. It was more like a cry and a "mamma", but really it was So wrong.
4. I hate dolls. Think of an old school horror movie most had dolls or referenced dolls.
5. If my kids want to play mommy they can have a fake vaccuum and a mop, but they CANNOT have a child!!!
THE DOLL ISLE!!!

Reasons for freaky-ness:
1. Whole row is covered in pink. Every doll comes in a pink box (something seriously wrong here).
2. All dolls had eyes that followed me. I'm not paranoid, really.
3. As I approached a doll the row of dolls below began speaking to me. NOT KIDDING. It was more like a cry and a "mamma", but really it was So wrong.
4. I hate dolls. Think of an old school horror movie most had dolls or referenced dolls.
5. If my kids want to play mommy they can have a fake vaccuum and a mop, but they CANNOT have a child!!!