Cabinet Climbing

A few posts ago I promised you some stories about my children's crazy antics.  Hold onto your horses, because here is a doozy.

The kids and I were at the school.  I was finishing up my teacherly duties for the day.  Firecracker went into a room where we keep a supply cabinet.  He was in there for awhile, but I didn't really think anything about it.  All the sudden I heard a loud CRASH.  I panicked thinking he had somehow pulled the large cabinet onto himself.  

When I opened the door I realized he was fine, he had only knocked a container off the wall.  I asked him what he was doing that he knocked the container off the wall.  He didn't reply, so I asked him again.  Finally, he opened his mouth and showed me the remnants of a piece of chocolate candy.  I was flabbergasted, because the only chocolate candy in that room was on top of the 7 ft tall cabinet!!  

Obviously, my little stinker climbed up, grabbed the box, snagged himself a chocolate and then managed to knock the container off the wall on the way down.  I scolded him big time, made him spit out the candy and then apologize to the principal, who happens to be my mother, for stealing.  He got into big trouble at home too, because even though it was just a candy, it was still stealing and that's NOT acceptable behavior no matter how small the item.

Now that the whole thing is months behind us, my family (the adults anyway) has a good chuckle at the incident.  At the time however, it took me a long time to get my panicked mommy heart to calm down, because Firecracker could have killed himself!

Have a great day!
Ms. T 

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Painting Toes

Sweet pea loves painting her nails.  So every other week or so we have a nail painting party.  This one particular week she had gotten some "princess" nail polish.  It was clear and glittery.  Sweet pea wanted to paint MY toes this time.  Since it wouldn't be too terrible, because the paint was clear I acquiesced.  Here is a pic for ya.

Nothing like some good ol' fashioned Mommy- Daughter time.

Have a good day!
Ms. T

 




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Get It?

Firecracker has hit that age where he likes to make up his own jokes.  Yeah, it's just as painful as it sounds.  After he makes his "joke" he says, "get it, Mom, get it?"

Lately, he has dropped the entire beginning of the joke and he'll say something like.  "I like these pants." Then he'll cracking up.  Then he'll say, "get it, Mom? 'Pants' get it? Hahah!"  

How do I respond to that?  I mean really, 'pants' is not a punch line.  I've actually gotten to where I just smile and say something like, "oh, Firecracker, you're so silly!"

Have a great day,
Ms. T




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Load Down

Sweet Pea came to me the other day and said, "Mommy, I'm too little to load down.  When I get big like you and Daddy I'll be big enough to load down."

Me: "Sweet pea, do you mean down load?  Like down loading games on to your tablet?"

SP: *looks at me like 'duh'* Yes, Mommy, I will be able to load down just like you and Daddy.

A few days later Sweet Pea was talking to the Hubs talking all the time about 'load downing'.  The Hubs looked so confused so I interpreted her meaning for him.  He just laughed and tried to correct her.  She tried to say it right, bless her heart, she really did, but she just kept getting tongue tied.

Hahaha!  Don't make 'em grow up too fast.

Have a great day,
Ms. T 




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Chores and Money

I know this will seem like a shock to some, but my children already have chores that are expected of them.  Mind you, they are chores that are age appropriate.  

Firecracker's chores are: 1. Unloading the dishwasher and putting the dishes away (with the exception of the dishes he cannot reach). 2. Putting away all his clean clothes. (I wash them, dry them and fold them.  He has to put them away.  Do I worry that he will put them away all messy and bunched up?  Nope, because even when I put them in all nice and neat as soon as Firecracker wants to wear something specific he digs through his drawers til he finds what he has been looking for.  And guess what?  His drawers are all messy.  So who really cares if they start out messy? Not this Mommy.)
3. Cleaning his room.

Sweet pea's chores: 1. Straightening the shoes by the front door.  and Putting away the silverware once Firecracker has finished unloading the dishes from the dishwasher. (I put away all knives first). 2. Putting away all her clean clothes. 3. Cleaning her room.

After these chores are finished, if the munchkins are willing to do extra chores we pay them.  They are learning several lessons through this. 

1. Mommy and Daddy are not their slaves.  We are the responsible adults, and therefore we have the lion's share of the work.  However, they live in this house too, and it isn't a free ride.

2. Responsibility.  Sure, there are going to be times when they don't want to do their chores.  However, we have to do things every day that we don't want to do.

3. Life isn't fair.  Sure there maybe several of their friends that do not have chores yet.  Well, guess what?  I am not those kid's Mommy.  I don't get to decide what those kids do and do not do.  Life doesn't hand you wonderful things on a silver platter.  You have to work for them.  And in several instances you will have to work harder than others in order to get what you want.

This is the philosophy in our home.  As they get older their chores will change, but make no mistake, they will always have responsibilities around our home.

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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Morning Snuggles

One of the things I love most about summer is that when the kids get up in the morning they come into my room and say, "Mommy, can I cuddle with you?"  Of course I say yes!  I love Mommy-Munchkin cuddle time!  When the other one gets up (it differs depending on the day) they come in and want to get in on the cuddles too.  Little munchkin cuddles in the morning is about as close to heaven as you can get here on earth!

Of course you can count on the fact that once the second munchkin comes in the room the snuggle time will not last much longer.  They will lay for a few minutes and then they get each other wound up and it's time to get up.  But I wouldn't trade our morning snuggles for anything.

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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The Green Bean Solution

The other day our whole family was having a dinner to celebrate my Daddy's birthday.  My Daddy didn't want a cake.  He decided he would rather have Dairy Queen.

You know the deal with kids knowing dessert is waiting for them they don't want to eat their meal, therefore, the parents have to say, "you have to eat this much _____ (fill in the blank) in order to get dessert."  This situation is no different in our family.

Firecracker came to me asking if he could be done with his meal.  I asked him how much he ate.  He replied that he had eaten everything but his green beans (which happen to be one of his mortal enemies.  And the only reason I made him have any was because there were no other vegetables on the table.).  I told him he had to eat 3 green beans in order to get dessert.

Fast forward about 5 minutes.  Firecracker comes to me again and tells me he has taken 1 green bean and cut it up, therefore making 3 green beans which he then proceeded to eat. Then asked if that was good enough. (Now, mind you I had to control myself A LOT in order to keep from laughing in his face, because come on that's pretty awesome problem solving isn't it?!)  I told him that it was a good try, but he still had to eat his other 2 green beans.

And the moral to this story is: You must be very specific when telling my kid what he has to finish on his dinner plate in order to get dessert.

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Ms. T 




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Xbox

The kids at Firecracker's school talk about video games and such.  Well, about a month ago Firecracker was looking through one of the Oriental Trading magazines that they send to my house and found a picture of a treasure box type thing that had an assortment of toys in it and on the front it said, "My Box".  Firecracker got all excited and said, "MOM! This box has an x on it!  If I got this I could have my very own Xbox!!"

I couldn't help but giggle.  How sweet and innocent is that? 

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Ms. T 




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Wallace

Sweet pea has a Dora lunch box that we got at a garage sale.  It has "Wallace" written all over it. When I say all over it, I mean all over it.  It is on each side, top, bottom and inside.  Apparently, the people that owned it before didn't want it getting lost.  I wouldn't have gotten it, but Sweet pea wanted it and it was only .25.

She was taking it with her to school this last school year and my friend, Ms. S, started calling Sweet pea "Wallace".  My SIL, Mrs. Pickles, said, "you better be careful, those are the kinds of nick names that stick with kids for the rest of their lives." 

I think it would be hilarious if when Sweet pea is 25 people are still calling her "Wallace".

And these are the people that I surround myself with.  I have to say I'm lucky!  I mean sure they're nutty, but what fun is life if you're serious all the time?  You gotta laugh!

Have a great day!
Ms. T




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Nemesis

Laundry: Woman's nemesis since the beginning of time.

I have accomplished something that doesn't happen very often in our house.  The laundry is all caught up! (ok, actually there is 1 load left, but come on give me a break)  This is cause for celebration!!!  I mean break out the chocolate and the dance mix, baby!  We will dance til we can't dance any more!

And now I shall go and sing, "I am the champion, my friends..."

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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Tattle- Tale

Kids tend to be tattle tales.  If they think there has been an injustice done they will tell you about it.  Even if the injustice had nothing to do with them they will tell you about it.  My munchkins are no different.   

 Occasionally, my munchkins will ask about rules of driving.  Why we stop when other cars are going,  why we are driving so slowly, or why we can't go past a slow car. The Hubs and I explain to them that if we don't obey the laws a police man will give us a ticket and we will have to pay a lot of money.

Now, whenever the munchkins see someone running a stop light or going too fast they tattle on them to me.  "Mommy! that car is going too fast!  The police man will get him."

Hahaha!  I have to explain to them that we can't control the things other people do, all we can do is control our own actions.  Now that I think about it, it's a pretty good lesson on life.

Have a good day! 
Ms. T




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Faker

The other morning Firecracker was complaining that his tummy hurt.  Now, I'm not a cold hearted ogre, but I can tell when my kids are faking it.  I was 99% sure Firecracker was faking because he wanted to stay home instead of going to school.  

To test my theory I just said, "that's too bad.  I'm sorry you're not feeling well.  Since you're not feeling well you won't be able to eat any fruit loops after you eat your cheerios." (that's the rule in our house.  You can't eat sugar cereal until you've eaten something good for you  like cheerios, or a banana etc.) 

You should have seen him pop up off that couch!  Apparently, he was healed miraculously! Hahaha!

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Ms. T 




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Rembrandt

Over Christmas break, I had Firecracker outside with me one day painting some shelves for his room.  He had paint everywhere, but he was doing very well and having a great time.

My FIL stopped by and came walking up the driveway.  I said, "Hey!", motioned to Firecracker and said, "I've got a little Rembrandt on my hands."  To which Firecracker piped right up and said, "yeah, and I've got green paint on my feet!"

Hahahahahaha!!!!!!!  I about fell over laughing.  

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Ms. T 




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Dramatic Much?

Sweet pea is a dramatic girl.  Don't get me wrong, she can be tough as nails.  However, she is also a girl and therefore allowed to change her mind as often as she wants.  One day she may face plant on the sidewalk and get up and act like nothing happened.  The next day, Sweet pea may brush against a sand spur and cry like the world is ending.  

The other day Sweet pea fell and cracked her knee while she was trying to get ready for bed.  It was a pretty nasty little bruise, but usually by morning she has brushed the injury off and life goes on.  However, she woke up the next day and kept saying she couldn't walk because, "her leg was broken". Hahaha!  She went on and on about her "broken leg" all day.  Crazy girl!

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Ms. T



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I Am _____________

Last Sunday, our pastor preached a message about how people find their identity.  His point was that we need to find our identity in Christ and not through the roles we play in this world.  However, it made me start thinking about all the different roles I play.  I am many different things.

I am___________:

- A child of God
- Daughter
- Wife
- Mommy
- Friend
- Chief Officer of Location (ie. finder of lost stuff)
- Confidant
- Teacher
- Bob Vila's competition 

So many roles and I wouldn't give up any of them.

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Ms. T  




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I am Not Bob Vila

 Before Christmas, the Hubs and I picked up a new faucet for the kid's bathroom.  Then the Hubs got sick and didn't feel up to replacing it.  Now that the Hubs is back to work, his hours have been ridiculously crazy.  Last week he had several days that he didn't get home til after 10pm despite having started work at 5am.  (and by the way he is salary, not paid by the hour.  Let's just say his boss is a big fat jerk.)  Needless to say, the Hubs had neither the time nor the inclination to replace the faucet.

I decided the other day that I was going to try and conquer the faucet project all by myself.  Now, I get grand plans in my head from time to time, but they don't usually work out so well.  

I started in on the project sure that it was only going to take an hour or two.  Well, I encountered several issues I didn't anticipate. (of course you rarely anticipate troubles right?)  Anyway, by the next day I had the new faucet installed with no leaks!!!!  

I was soooo proud of myself.  I ended up calling my family and singing my own version of "we are the champions".  I sang it so much that Sweet Pea was running around the house singing, "my Mommy is a champion!" =)

Bob Vila better watch his back.  I'm on my way up, baby! :)

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Ms. T  

 



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The Ones With the Holes

The other day, Sweet pea comes to me and we have this conversation:

S: Mommy, I want the ones with the holes.
M: What do you mean?
S: The ones with the holes.
M: Ok, what has holes?
S: Come with me, Mommy
M: Ok....
She leads me to the kitchen cupboard and points to a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and says, "I want the ones with the holes!"

Hahahaha!!! 

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Ms. T 




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Lloyd

Firecracker has recently been into Ninjago cartoons (which by the way I have stopped letting him watch, because it's started to get really unsettling, talking about the "dark overlord" who is a spirit that is trying to possess someone.  Seriously?  In a freakin' cartoon?!).  Anyway, one of the characters on Ninjago is named Lloyd.  The other day we had this conversation: 

Firecracker: "Mommy, my new name is Lloyd." 
Me: "Ok, Lloyd"
F: "It's easier"
M: "It's easier for me to call you Lloyd than Firecracker?"
F: "Yep"

Hahaha!  Crazy kid ;)

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Ms. T 




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Is It Sleeping?

 While we were at my Father in law's house over Thanksgiving we had an interesting experience.  My Father in law's brother, Uncle Mont, came over.  Uncle Mont is an odd duck.  He loves to hunt and fish and just about every other red neck activity.  Uncle Mont lives in a world of his own.  In this world, everyone is extremely interested in his entire life story.  And everyone wants to see every animal/ fish that he has ever killed.

Anyway, while we were there Uncle Mont brought over a deer he had just killed and wanted help butchering.  He left the deer's head on the deck right out side the glass door of the dining room.  

Sweet pea looked outside and saw it.  She called me into the dining room and said, "Mommy!  Look!  Shhhhh it's sleeping!"

I looked at it, nearly swallowed my tongue, and said," hmmm, looks like it.  Let's go back in the living room...."

Yeah.....

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Ms. T




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Nobody Likes to Be Beaten By a Minivan

We've all had the problem in traffic where you go to pass someone and they speed up so you can't get around them.  It happens.  Anyway, it seems to happen more and more often to us, especially when we're driving Big Mama (aka our minivan).  The hubs and I have a little catch phrase for this, "nobody likes to be beaten by a minivan."

It's almost like it hurts your street cred if a minivan passes you.  I don't know if that's really how it works, but I'm going with it.  

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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