Friday, March 30, 2007


#4 and #5 needed baths. I put them in the bath together, gave them the required Duplos and plastic cups and did a speed clean of the library. I came back when I heard shouts of "Mama!! We Done!" I head back to the bathroom and take out #4, wrap him in a towel and dry him. This is the conversation:

He pats me on the shoulder and says, "Mama. You need to get #5 a penis."
I said, "Well, #5 is a girl and she doesn't need a penis."
His reply? "Mama. You need go buy #5 a penis and stick it on her."

Should I try WalMart? or Target?

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Consequences, Smawsequences

Friday the big guys had their final OM meeting. It was at CiCi's pizza. I knew they would have a grand time and they did. After everyone had their fill of pizza, brownies, pop and arcade games we got all loaded up, started driving (about a mile) and #2 yells, "I LEFT MY RETAINERS!"
I flip a u-turn and start envisioning sorting through bags of used napkins, gooky salad and pizza crust all while watching 2 toddlers and 3 other children gawk at the trash we have to actually sort through and keeping #2 on task to find those retainers. It was not a pretty picture in my mind. But do you know what happened? Liability. Liability is what happened. I entered the restaurant and spoke to the manager on duty. #2 was with me and he fully expected he would be doing the looking through the trash. Non-employees are not allowed to go through the trash! There was no consequence for that 10 year old forgetful boy. I felt so terrible as this manager took 15 minutes out of her day to look for my kid's retainers. She emerged with both of them in her hand and said you may want to disinfect them. For sure. I thanked her profusely and on the spot instituted a new retainer policy for the boys. Mom holds them in her bag.

On the other kid who lost his retainers a few weeks ago....let me tell you people, God still works miracles. His retainers were found but only after we had a snow. His little sister somehow got hold of his golden retainers and put them in a mitten in the hat, mitten and glove drawer. In a mitten. If it had been warmer we would have never found them. Miracles still happen. Prayers are answered.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Proud Mama Entry

OM competition was on Saturday. I was totally proud of #1 and #2. They did things that were hard for them. They were nervous but they still performed well. They were disappointed that they were 3rd but I personally considered the whole day a victory for them, their team and coach.

Way to Go Guys!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Monday, March 12, 2007

I am doomed

I am whining. I know that but I am just really tired of having a head of hair that resembles a mop and requires a pony tail to look decent. I have a really, really, really hard time finding a stylist that does a good job on my hair. We have lived here now for almost 5 years and I haven't really found a stylist yet. I found one with promise but I called this morning to set up an appointment but the number is disconnected. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

So I talk to people, ask them about their hair stylist, get a phone number, try the stylist out, pay $50 for a hack job and have to wait 6-8 months for my hair to grow out. I ask complete strangers on the street who cuts their hair. The cycle starts all over again.

So, who cuts your hair?

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Pillow Talk

Lately #4 has been trying to show how big he is and not take naps. My 3 year olds still need naps. Other people's 3 years may not. Mine do. He moved out of his crib and upstairs to the "Big Boy Room." DH and I then started hearing the boing! boing! boing! #4 was jumping from each twin bed to the next. From bed to bed to bed to bed to bed (yes, we had 5 twins up there). We got a bed tent and bunk beds in hopes to keep him down. The tent worked for a couple days but then #3 took it over and the 6 year old took a nap! I knew that I was just going to have to lay down with him.

We now have the little routine and #4 and I taking a nap. We go to my room, get under the covers and have a cuddle and he falls asleep within 5 minutes. (see? he was tired.) Yesterday, he was on DH's pillow and I on mine. He had a hand up and was playing with his hair. The binky was in his mouth and his eyes were smiling. He loves going to nap time now.

I whispered to him, "I love you."
He whispered back, "I wuv yooo and I wuv #2." (#4 and #2 have a close relationship)
I whispered, "I love #2."
He says, "You wuv awwwwus!" (You love allus.)
And he rolled over and went to sleep.


The days are so different. Instead of mess and homeschool teaching I have a DH working from home and quiet until 2:54 when #6 (who is 10)...