A stand in for Romeo

It all started back in first grade when Kailey met Tom. He stole her heart over a game of tag, and from then on she has been whole heartily dedicated to him. He has bought her many gifts through the years and been the center of all her future dreams. Even when he moved to another school last year they have kept in touch. They only get to talk about once every six months. (He's the one who took her rafting for her birthday) It's very sad considering they only live about 2 miles a part. ( Long story but a divorce and witch of a mother is the cause for that!) Each one is just as dedicated as the other. All along I thought wow, Jason and I must be great role models in this area.
That was until today!
New school, new boys and suddenly we have a new perspective on the (Do you want to be my girlfriend? circle Yes or No.) dating scene.
Jumping off the bus she was telling me all about this boy who has a crush on her. How cute he is, how him and his friend were whispering about her, yada yada, he wants to be her boyfriend.What is she supposed to tell him about Tom? Talking away without pause, she resulted in her own conclusion.
"I think it's just good to keep my options open, I think I'll keep him as a substitute back up."
Yes, I too was surprised by that comment. Hmm... Now that she definitely didn't get out of mommy and daddy's marriage! (And she certainly doesn't know about the days when I was a double dater!) Guess, that whole BS about I'm her biggest role model really is a load of crap. Or, Maybe it's just in the genes?
Either way, Oh my what I have to look forward to!

Because I said No! Can't we just leave it at that?

This out of all things is what Kailey picks up and brings me, in Wal-Mart today. Only what she picked up and brought had a huge picture on the front. "Mommy can we get these!? Why Not? What are they for?" Aisle full of customers, waiting to hear my explanation. That was one time I resisted just grabbing it out of her hands, and putting it back myself. Last thing I want is someone I know, to turn down the aisle and see me hold it. Then you get that look of ; sure your little girl did that, wonder what she needs those for? I guess at least she asked and didn't just throw them in the buggy, when my head was turned as usual. Imagine what a surprised look I would have had, once I got to the checkout counter if she hadn't. Then I would have been panicked as to who saw them riding through the entire store in MY buggy and what they might have thought. I'm telling you the kids, I swear...

*Before I go I have a few announcements ;
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Reminders;

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We are still overly busy with Summer. With that note a warning my posts may be like that of a womans period, Irregular but short and sweet.

911 Gossip

By now phones all over the county have been ringing off the hook, spreading the word. Mother's are warning their children. Children are working their little fingers to nubs texting about IT. I'm sure the little girl this happened to will need extensive mental counseling. I'm sure her mother was up with her all night with nightmares, the poor thing. I just can't imagine what she is thinking or going through. My thoughts and prayers go out to her!

Previous events from yesterday;

Kailey's little boyfriends family took her whitewater rafting, for her birthday. (like her mom, she has good taste in men!) Despite every reluctant bone in my body, I ignored all the fears and allowed her to go. Scared and literally worried sick I patiently waited to hear from her.

6 long hours later the phone rings...
Me: "hello!!!!"
Kailey: "hi!"
Me:" Oh thank goodness you called sweetie! I have been so worried about you! So are you having fun?"
Kailey: "Uh-huh"
Me: "You didn't fall off the boat did you?"
Kailey: " Uh, No!"
Me: "Oh I'm so glad, I can't tell you how worried I have been! Did you already eat lunch?"
Kailey: " Umm....yeah"
Me: (She sounded like something was bad wrong, Now I'm really worried)"Are you sure your having fun?"
Kailey: "Uh-huh"
Me: "What's the matter? The water didn't scare you did it? Is Tom okay? What's the matter?"
Kailey: "Is Kailey home?"
Me: " Um- what? Who is this?"
Kailey Emily: "This is Emily is Kailey home?"
(OH-CRAP!)
Me: (Trying everything to explain myself) "I thought you sounded different! I figured it was just the phone. I am so sorry Kailey's ...."

Poor girl I bet she'll never call back again, nor will Any of her friends for that matter!

As for me I'll be ordering my rubber room now.
(Birdie's flying around my head " coo-coo coo-coo" )

And the Public school system said Kailey was the problem!

Friday's Foto Finish Fiesta

"UUUHH...Mommy this looks nothing like the pool I picked out in the store!"

Participating in Friday's Foto Finish Fiesta with Candid Carrie!
Taking a look back on the past. Aw...The days when we only had One child and could splurge a little! ;)

A Pool Puleeze!

I took KaileyShopping yesterday to pick out a new bathing suit. The thoughts of her tushie hanging out of a skin tight bikini bottom (2 sizes too small), was enough incentive to warrant
needing a new one. After all, school will be out soon and we will be spending many days at the local pool.
Which reminds me, I think we will need to rethink the need of buying a plastic pool for the yard this year.
Good reasons
No waisting gas at $4.00 a gallon!
No fees to swim
Not having to keep up with two kids and a baby at an over crowded pool. (with every darecare/camp visiting) Not having to leave 15 minutes after arriving with disappointed kids, because the pool was evacuated due to a poop log swimming in the pool. (which has happened three times! Nasty daycare kids, it's just NOT funny anymore!)
the list is endless...
So were shopping and I let her take a pile of bathing suits in the dressing room to pick one. She had a blast and I was just happy I wasn't the one trying them on. Having to look in the mirror and see every flaw you own...TORTURE! She's still young and firm so to her is was just alot of fun. I am just thrilled she is still at the age where I can influence her into getting what pleases me. I'm sorry but I don't know of any 10 year old that needs a push up padded bikini top! What are these manufactures thinking? I mean really Come ON! What is it exactly they think they are going to squeeze and push up? (Nothing on my daughter, that's all I know!)

I remember when I was little my bathing suits were alot more wornout then theirs gets. The bottom print would be wore down white through the fabric. From scraping my butt on the cement steps of our pool in Florida. One thing their bathing suits will never endure in a little play pool. They get swimming lessons where as my mom just threw me in and you either sank or learned real fast how to swim. All part of the memories I was talking about last night at the dinner table. That was till Jason descided to try and out do me. (silly man) Going on and on about how he had a pool growing up too. The facts;
Jason & his pool-
Grew up way North where it's cold (my thoughts...I didn't think people had backyard pools up there. )
Probably only had two months of the summer, when he could actually swim because of the cold
Turns out his pool was only 4-5 ft deep, and needed to be assembled. (You mean, Blowing it up??)
And...It was an above ground pool!!
My pool-
was in my back yard
you could swim all year round
A Concrete pool below the gound
9ft in the deep end
And Had a diving board
I told him he didn't have a Real pool, he had a Wal-mart pool!
Needless to say, he had plenty to rebuttle and didn't like my Wal-mart comment!
( yeah yeah yeah, so you had some little deck built around it, and it took more than air to put it together...Bah ha ha ha!)
In the end I still won the challenge with.... "Oh Yeah well I got to go to Beach, Everyday!"
(Daytona Beach, So... nana nana boo boo stick your head in doo doo)

PS: Turns out he didn't even have walmart!

Tick Tock you don't stop

You know, If I picked up a hitch hiker I'm pretty sure I would know. The fact that you have someone else riding along with you is the first clue, and without a doubt wouldn't be unnoticed. You don't just go along and all of a sudden say "What the heck! Who are you and where did you come from?" It looks to me like, at some point and time you have to stop for them right? Well in this neck of the woods, that doesn't seem to be the case. You can just be minding your own business and Bam!.."Hello new friend!" It seems most of the time they are ugly, disease ridden, creepy buggers. Some stink and are so dirty, probably from getting around so much. You see them and automatically think "Ewe where did you come from!" I hate seeing them all around and this time of the year it's like they come crawling out of the woodwork. Where do they all come from? I'll tell you most of them come from my moms backyard. She is just over populated with them laying around. You go over and the next thing you know they are hanging on to your pant leg, it's so disgusting. Somehow every time we go over one ends up sneaking home with one of the girls. The school playground is just as bad. Everyday Mady comes home telling me about the buggers bothering her friends. Today at school the teacher happen to find one (a Tick!!!!) setting up home in my baby's Kailey's head. With her having gobs of hair it's clear he had plenty to grab onto, and likely be over looked. (which still didn't make me feel any better about it) Never the less a little alcohol (for the tick! Not me) and he finally let go, for a nice swim down the poop pipe. So, now were left to sit and stress up to 21 days to see if she gets sick! We are just so loving our summer friends, Not!

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"High dollar lemonade, get your high dollar lemonade here!"

Kailey has her heart set on buying a Nintendo Ds. She has been begging me to buy one for the longest, and we just haven't had the money to purchase one. (That's because one is really two. Let's face it we all know they can't share!)
Well after school being the little entrepreneur that she thinks she is, she came up with a plan. Seeing how "she just has to have money coming in!"... (She's 9, and has to have money coming in! Where does she come up with this?) Her bright idea is she's going to hold a lemonade stand. (I remember as a kid having one myself. Makes you wonder why do all kids do this? Too many little rascal episodes maybe?) Anyways, I've tried to be very encouraging to her master plan. That was until I had to burst her bubble and tell her she couldn't charge $10.00 a glass! "Why do you think that's too much?" she said. I'm sorry but I couldn't help but laugh (I almost choked on my drink! That's highway robbery! Is she giving out burgers with them?) Bless her heart she actually thought she would get that! So needless to say she was a little disappointed in the fact she wouldn't be getting near her asking price, or earning everything she needed in one day. I'm sure in her mind, she had been counting up how many family members she would see, and that determined the $10 a glass. Well, I got to hand it to her, she sure goes after what she wants. She's at least using her brains and not her looks. (That's my girl!) She's very smart conniving a plan, going to over charge people, and being sneaky about it. Hey, Wait a minute...she sounds like a con-artist in the making! (Note to self... Seek counseling!) You know, maybe I should have just taught her to flip her hair and look cute after all.

The Red door will be bolted shut for me!

At least two to four times a day I am forced to drive by my favorite salon, and envy all the cars parked out front. It's called the Red door salon and it's this white building with a big Red door. Today we were all in the car and driving by it and Kailey asks "Mommy have you ever been in that place with the big red door? What's it like?". I told her "Yes, and It's like walking into a piece of Heaven. That place is magical, you can walk in looking like a hag terrible and come out looking like a beauty queen. (that result can very from time to time but she doesn't know that) You can be pampered from head to toe, get your nails done, it's so wonderful and relaxing... " All while I'm telling her this I'm hoping Jason is taking notes, with Mother's day just around the corner. (Sneaky but clever don't you think?) It's like when those junk mail jewelry store catalogs never get thrown away, and are instead left out in plain view. Bad thing is it wouldn't matter what I say or do he gets what he wants. He'll come home with the biggest most expensive thing to get the 'Holy crap what did you do' effect. (which gets him lots of brownie points!) The only problem with that is once the shock has worn off and I see the price tag, I usually freak out and run with the receipt back to the store. Sad thing is this year I'll miss all that schmoozing and the little fight we have, when I threaten to take it back. That's because this year there will be no spa treatments or diamonds, no matter what I drop hints about or drool over. (No thanks to the little prick Mr. Bush for putting us in Recession...that's right I said it, it's not a 'Slow economy' you dweeb! Man up and act like you know a little something. He lies by omission better than Clinton ever did. Oh and I'm sure his wife won't be going without her pedi!) Nope instead this year our money will be going towards Gas and Groceries. Here I'd just settle for a new pair of BoGo's and a candy bar, yet I can't even get that. At least I know my little babies won't leave me hanging. They always treat me to the best homemade gifts ever.

Bald to Beautiful

None of my kids were born with gobs of hair. Kailey had the most but even so it wasn't that thick luscious baby hair, I so wanted her to have.

Madisen and Jacob were born with that very thin barely visible blonde hair, on the verge of being plain out bald. About the only time you could see it was when it was wet.I had to tape bows in Madisen's hair just to get them to stay.

Now that Jacob finally has enough to see and brush, being the proud momma that I am I'm dying to show it off...
Here's his I'm a cool punk dude look..

Mom your embarrassing me, Enough pictures already!

~Grease lighting~

And just plain out wrong...

Bribery is a wonderful thing! I think I'll save this to blackmail him when he's older.

Our nighty entertainment

Unfortunately my girls have inherited my gene of sleepwalking. If I am really tired I will say and do all kinds of weird things. I see spiders and lights all the time. Once, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought someone was after me. My screaming woke up my husband and I beat the crap out of him, when he leaned over me. Once he could get me awake, I just start laughing. Something of which he didn't seem to find as funny. I woke him up one night to see if I could take his order and offered toast with his coffee. That's when you know you've worked way too much. This is something I have done since I was little and poor Jason just has to suffer with it. My girls unfortunately are taking after me. I caught Madisen next to my bed one night, sitting in the floor eating cheese. The same little girl who is terrified of the dark went down a long dark hall to raid the fridge. It's a good thing she has such a high metabolism, because I feel she will be one of these night feeders who eat while they sleep walk. Kailey bless her heart has it bad also. There are so many nights I wake up to breathing right in my face and hear she is leaned over looking me. Talk about waking up out of a dead sleep in a panic, it freaks me out. When you ask her what she needs she just starts talking mumbo-jumbo. At first I just think I can't understand her because I am so tired, and after a couple more questions I figure out what's going on. Then I have to get up and tuck her back in the bed. I get really frustrated with it, when I've been up with Jacob all night and I just got back to sleep.

Late last night just before bed, I turn around and there she stood right at me.

Me; "Kailey what's the matter are you okay? Do you need some medicine?"
(There she stood just blaring her eyes at me)

Kailey; "Well, you know the white package?"

Me;*blink -blink* "Um what?"

Kailey; (twisting her hands) "You know the white package! There’s a white bucket I use to put water in."

Me; " Oh-kay... I think you just need to go back to bed"

By this time Jason is walking in the room and Kailey smacks right into our
entertainment center, and stops. Jason looks at me and cringes and asks if she's okay. I'm right behind her giving him a look and waiting for the tears to start. Yet instead she just keeps right on going to her room. I tell her goodnight and go to kiss her but she just covers up and doesn't respond. Luckily she had no bruises and doesn't remember a thing. I worry one night she might just go right out the front door, which is why I think we need to invest in some good locks for all our safety.

Why,why,why?.. What did I do to deserve this?

Yesterday my mother sent a cake home to my husband for his birthday. Which was sweet and all only one problem, she wasn't thinking. Instead of some Tupperware cake carrier or even a plate she sends it home with me in a glass cake saver. You know those with a stand and lid. Now I stood and argued with her, that it would break or tip over. No, she insisted it would be fine take it home. What happened? One high curb and a turn later sent the melted chocolate cake upside down under my dashboard. It made for a really nice mess and a well deserved phone call to her. I managed to get all the cake out, but this morning the car still smelled of cake. This was the only thing I couldn't complain about on the way to school. Half way there Kailey started puking all over the seat and floor. I stopped and was looking for anything I could to sop it up and give her something to puke in. The first and only handy thing around was Jacob's blanket. Not the best of choices but we were desperate. There is nothing worse than the smell of puke! I was doing everything I could to drive and stop gagging. Kailey's in the back still puking and Jacob, who copies everything, is making coughing noises as though he is puking too. Usually when we get to school Madisen is so slow to get out of the car. This morning I've never seen her move so fast, she was so relieved to get out of the smell of cake and puke. I couldn't put down the windows because it was so cold and Jacob no longer had a blanket so we suffered all the way home. The whole way Kailey kept complaining about Jacob and how he stunk. Just concentrating on getting home as fast as I could with out puking myself, I didn't pay her much attention. I just thought she was referring to her own smell. After we arrived at home and I reached in the back to get out Jacob I could see his shirt covered in poop! Diarrhea of all things to have to deal with at this time. It was obvious I needed more than wipes and took him straight to the bath tub. His diaper could not have held another ounce and it was every where! ( Thinking.... Why, Why, why?? What did I do to deserve all this? ) Needless to say between cleaning all the nasty sick laundry, the car, bathtub and the kids first thing this morning, I had already done a days work by 9 am. I don't know if it's just my weak stomach or the fact I might be taking what they have, but I feel so sick to my stomach. I can't imagine how the rest of my day will go. Grab some hand sanitizer and Lysol cause I don't think you would believe me if I didn't post pictures. I'll spare you the puke, because frankly I couldn't manage the camera during that time.

Can you believe this mess?...

What!... You went to the Principal's office!

Kailey came home from school with a note to her from a teacher. She was so excited for me to read it and see her precious note. Little did she know the note revealed a big secret. That secret being a little incident at school she just happened to forget to tell me about. The note was to Kailey about how her teacher wasn't mad at her and she was so sorry she was so upset at school blah blah blah. How she thought none of that would raise red flags is beyond me. Anyways, turns out Miss Kailey had been in the principles office the other day with another little girl over something silly. Apparently this little girl didn't like what Kailey was doing, causing a little argument ending with her hitting Kailey. Now everyday when she jumps in the car I hear every detail about her day. She said this, so and so did that! So, how come two days later I was finding out about this? You don't just forget a trip to the principal's office and having a meltdown, I mean really. I know she would have never told me had I not have questioned her about what the note was pertaining to. When I did ask what it was all about she was very apprehensive to tell me. She beat all around the bush, acting as though is was no big deal, telling me the story. In her mind she thinks it's bad anytime your in the principal's office, which is probably why she didn't come out and tell me about it that day. All in all it was fine she wasn't the one in trouble, but I wish she would have been comfortable enough to tell me. Most of the time I just rely on the girls to tell on each other to get my information. This time it just so happened Madisen didn't know about it. So, I guess this is something I need to figure out how to deal for upcoming secrets . I know she is not going to grow up telling me everything like Madisen, who tends to tell on herself. With Kailey I'll just have to start getting better tactics, like spying, sneaking around and bribery I guess. ( Oh dear God, I'm turning into my Mother!) I'll have to start now before those teenage years are here, and I'm out in left field trying with my pants down wondering what to do. Oh how I'm dreading them already.

That's it your GROUNDED

Yesterday after school I had to ground Kailey. She had the phone, computer and TV taken away until Saturday. All of which she just can't live without. Last night with nothing else to do, she somehow convinced Madisen to play with her instead of watching TV. After an entire week of nothing but fighting I heard them in their room laughing and playing together. As much as I was relieved to hear them actually getting along and playing, I was a little concerned. Isn't she supposed to be moping around learning a lesson, being grounded? It was as if she wasn't even on punishment playing and having fun. Makes me wonder should next time I say "Your grounded from your sister?".

The Banana Mystery

Just the other day I was running late, as usual trying to get out the door. I know why do I need to be all dolled up at 7 am just to drop off the kids? I’m not even going in, but God for bid I get in a car wreck and someone see me. What can I say I have issues. Well, this morning I had a good excuse I was trying to get everyone ready and do housework, because I wasn’t coming back home. I was going to spend the day taking care of my dad, to relieve my mom. I had plenty I could do there, but I thought I would take everything to make banana bread and pudding. I had two big bundles of banana’s ruining and this would be a good way not to waste them. That morning, I told Kailey to put them in a bag for me and set them with everything I had packed. Running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I thought that’s the least she could do. My biggest mistake was I did not make eye contact with her, while she was sucked into the show ‘Pet star’. I should have known my simple clear directions could not breakthrough her comatose state without broken reception. When I arrived at my moms with bags of stuff for the day, I couldn’t find the bananas. So frustrated and too far from home, I just stood sighing in disgust. That evening brain fried tired, and the fact I had no sticky note to remind me, I forgot all about not having them. The next evening once I remember my loss and I began looking for them again. They still were no where to be found. Come to find out Kailey had stuffed them in a bag, and threw them away. By that time they were way beyond recovery and she just stood wondering what the problem was. After I explained why I’m not going to just dig them out of the garbage, she proceeded telling me she didn’t like banana bread anyways. (Oh!, Well silly me what was I thinking? Getting my panies in a bunch all for nothing.) ..You see this is excactly why I try to do everything myself, and go crazy in the meantime.

Scrambled Mess

I’m not sure what the appropriate age is to introduce girls to cooking. I do know, if you asked my two little mother hens the time is long over due. They have always done the occasional stirring of brownies and cakes. Mostly I think their eagerness to help is just so they can lick the spoon. Even so it’s nice to have that mother daughter time. Kailey is getting of age where she is dying to cook. Really cook, as in I might get burned stove top kind of cooking. The stove makes me very nervous with her lack of understanding of how hot the burners can get. She is about as graceful as I am and I can just see it leading to a trip to the emergency room. Putting all fears aside, Sunday morning I decided I would let her do a little more than usual. With close supervision I had her making scrambled eggs. I had bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast also which I was cooking and with Jacob next to me in his walker, my hands were full. For the most part she was doing it on her own. Well, I don’t know if it was the excitement of cooking or the chocolate milk she drank, but she could not be still. Here she is jumping around holding up one leg with one hand and a spatula in the other. I asked repeated if she had to pee or something but the answer over and over was “no”. Trying my patients before I knew it, she had eggs thrown all over the kitchen. Across the stove, on the burner, under the burner, they were everywhere. I was lucky there was enough left in the pan to even feed Jacob. Meanwhile I’m thinking, maybe I should have started this long ago. With this kind of progress her cooking skills may take some time. Bless her heart she tried and at least they were edible. I guess for this being a first it didn’t go all that bad, except for the mess. I think next time we do this we will skip the cheese, cleaning up dried cheesy eggs is not easy.