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Hello, Spring Break

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Well, today was the first day of Spring Break.  Six days off.  In a row.

I’m actually looking forward to it.  (Keep in mind, however, that today IS day one).  We have a bunch of stuff planned.  Today we went to the park with a bunch of friends.  There is a huge hill at the back of this park.  Perfect for “King of the Hill.”  My kids haven’t quite figured out that game yet, but they did figure out how to roll down the hill.  Right into the mud.  They came home filthy, but happy.  Nothing like an afternoon bath after a morning at the park!

Our plans include dying eggs with the extended family, trip to the outlet mall tomorrow, haircuts, some time with my brother and his family, Easter Egg hunt, Easter dinner, and school conferences.  The weather is FANTASTIC!!!!!!  The temperature inside my car today read 77 degrees.

Aaaahhhhh, now THAT feels better.  The girls have been getting along FAIRLY well.  I mean, they are still sisters.  They have their moments.  But they’ve really been depending on each other, protecting each other, and entertaining each other.  They are starting to act older, and I’m OK with that.  In fact, we went to see “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” on Monday.  They were SO well behaved.  I mean, the chair still swallows Chloe a bit.  And she doesn’t like the booster seat.  So she ended up on a lap for most of the time.  But they were good.  Quiet.  Attentive.  Awesome.

And the movie?  Loved it.

So, I hope you enjoy YOUR time with your kids.  Let’s hope they all get along.  And don’t trash the house TOO much.

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A Store For Giants

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Chloe and I went to Costco today.  I’m sure you can already see where this title is going.  We needed some groceries, but not a ton.  We ended up with 54 rice crispy treats, milk, half and half, a gigantic container of strawberries, cashews and some other stuff.  All food (except for the ‘Home Defense’ bug spray.  What a deal.  A gigantic container for only 8 bucks).  I don’t go to Costco all that often.  Why?  Because I end up walking out with food, a new book, a video game, and other stuff that I THINK I need.

As we were walking through the bakery (because I told Chloe she could get cookies), we browsed.  Have you seen the Costco cupcakes?  They are gigantic!  I mean, they have to be three times the size of a normal cupcake.  Chloe then asked me if the food in there is made for REALLY big people.  Yup, I guess so.  I do have to say, though, that I DIDN’T buy the coconut cream pie because it was just too damn big.  And I would have to eat the entire thing.

We paid for our groceries, and stopped to buy our customary churro.  As we were driving home, Chloe talked to me about what she did in school today.  They were talking about weather.  She said “Mom.  Weather is either a tiger or a sheep.”


OOOHHHHHHH, you mean either a lion or a lamb?  OK, I get it.

By the way, today got a lamb :)

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Spring, Ice Cream and Dirt

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I have this little ritual.  I think I’ve been doing this since I was able to drive.  As soon as I see that Dairy Queen has opened for the season, I have to get on the phone and yell that it is, in fact, open.  Back when I was sixteen, and cell phones were thousands of dollars and almost as big as my car, I drove home first.  Now, I have my handy dandy iPhone.

So, it was St. Patrick’s Day and I went to get our personal taxes done started.  It was a beautiful day.  Sunny and warm.  Tony caught me on my cell just as I was leaving the accountant.  He needed some supplies for the bar…could I stop somewhere?  No problem.  I headed to Wal-Fart, which meant I had to pass the DQ.  (Now that I live out in the ‘burbs, I don’t drive past a DQ very often).  It was open!  I got right back on that cell and screamed to Tony “DAIRY QUEEN IS OPEN!!!!”  I never seem to stop on that very first day I see that it’s open.  I save it.  I plan for it.

The days passed.  We had fantastic weather.  There was bike riding, chalk drawing, basketball, roller skating, swings, bubbles.  All that good stuff.  Well, yesterday I made the plan.  I told the girls that we could head to DQ after dinner.  Ice Cream?  Sprinkles?  They were in.  As we were getting ready to head out, I looked at them.

Oh my gosh.  To put it nicely, it looked like they had a fun day.  Becca had a gigantic splash of mud on the back of her shirt from throwing various objects into the sandbox-that-is-now-a-science-experiment-because-it’s-filled-with-water.  She had biker shorts on. Both of their hair?  Mess.  Chloe had on some hand me down flowered corduroys that were too short.  I made her change her pants, brushed some hair, and had them cover up with some hoodies.  Becca looked at me and said “Mom!  Why do we have to look nice?  We’re going to get ice cream, not to a wedding!”

Smart ass.  She’s never even been to a wedding.

We had a great night, got to the DQ before there was a long line, and headed to the park for a couple of hours.  Chloe passed out on the couch as soon as we got home.  Slept in her outfit all night.

Sure beats what was happening a month ago…more than two feet of snow and being stuck in the house for a week.  Glad that’s a distant memory!

Enjoy whatever weather YOU have!!!!


Art, Nyquil and Wire Hangers

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Saturday morning, as I tried to wake up from my Nyquil hangover, the kids decided that they wanted to go spend their money. They wanted to sell various bags of ‘stuff’ to their friends. These bags contained small toys that they didn’t want anymore and some candy. They made up a bag for each of their friends. I told them that it probably wasn’t a good idea to try and make their friends buy this stuff from them. Giving these bags to their friends? Fine. So, I asked Becca if she wanted to try to sell some of her artwork online. She was all for it. I scanned in her latest art project from school, and what you see above is what we came up with. Here’s a link to Becca’s artwork, too.  Of course, she wanted to BUY everything that she made.

We went through our day, and I had a plan.  I was crabby and sick.  We had some running around to do for the restaurant (it was the day of the St. Patrick’s Day parade – one of our busiest days of the year).  After we did our work, I was going to take them to Target to spend their money.

Well, we get to Target and they’re just super excited to spend.  They had 34 dollars.  I told them that if they wanted to buy a game for the Wii, that I would pay the difference.  They I had my eye on Wii Sports Resort.  A few of the neighbors have it, and their kids all seem to really enjoy it.  They wanted nothing to do with it.  So, we head back to the toys.  I told them that they needed to pick something out that would keep them busy for the afternoon.  I had visions of my arse plopped on the couch with a blanket, tea and some tissues.

Well, they started with a bunch of crap.  A plastic dump truck and squishy dinosaur for Chloe.  A fake princess camera and musical wand for Becca.  Really?!?!?  That stuff would last them five minutes.  Finally, Becca spotted UNO.  She plays it in school, and would teach Chloe.  OK, fine.  Then we got a game called Don’t Make Me Laugh Jr. I figured I could still lay on the couch, but I could read the cards.  I was figuring that this would take up an hour, tops.  So, I went ahead and bought Sports Resort.  And the extra controller add on.  And I forgot the tissues.

Well, we got home and they started playing.  I had to play UNO.  I had to play the other game.  They were arguing and fighting.  I set up the Wii.  I got them started.  More arguing.  More fighting.  More phlegm in my head.  Tired.  Had to make dinner.

I snapped.

I had a mom freak out.  “Can’t the two of you just get along for more than ten minutes?”  “Chloe, you keep hurting yourself because you DON’T LISTEN TO MOM. STOP JUMPING ON THE COUCH!!! QUIT ATTACKING THE DOG!!!”  “Does anybody care that I feel like a GIGANTIC PILE OF CRAP? Is it your mission in life to just make me feel miserable? CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!?!?!?!?”

Yeah, it wasn’t pretty.  I didn’t yell about wire hangers, but that’s exactly what I felt like.  Good ol’ Mommie Dearest.

Now, I know these things happen.  I think that everybody freaks out every once in a while.  But man, the guilt. We all made up, and we all apologized.

They DO really like Wii Sports Resort, though….

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Well, the newest addition to our family is growing up and leaving hair everywhere. Remember Rex?

Well, he’s becoming a man :)  Even more so.  I’m not sure if you remember the post about his girlfriend or not.  The girls asked about that, but didn’t have any probing questions.  And I’m going to start this story off as delicately as I can.  Let me just say that Rex isn’t neutered.

He prefers to lay on his back, legs all spread apart.  Well, a few months ago, when the…um…”boys” popped out, Chloe had some concern.  I’m going to tell you exactly what she said, but let me first say that Rex’s belly (and those other various parts) is white with black spots.  Just so happens, that the black spots landed exactly on the boys.

Chloe came running into the kitchen, screaming in a panic.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!”

“What!!!” I screamed.  I was hoping nobody lost a finger.

“Rex has meatballs coming out of his but!”

“Um, what?”  I didn’t really make the connection right away.  It took a second.  But it did hit me before I actually SAW the dog.

As I chuckled under my breath, I gently told Chloe that they were not, in fact, meatballs.  All these different words (both medical and slang) flew through my brain.  I decided to keep it as simple as possible.

“Chloe, those are his boy parts.  Girl parts are inside.  Boy parts are on the outside.”

She looked at me, and I saw the wheels turning in her head.  Obviously, the next question HAD to come.

“Do Dad’s boy parts look like that?”

I simply answered “Well, Dad’s not a dog. If you want to know anything else, you’re going to have to ask Dad.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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