Walk on Water

Kids are so innocent. Well, at least they appear that way to the occasional visitor we get at my house that stays no longer than two minutes. Or to the elderly lady in the supermarket whose first comment is always something along the lines of, "Wow, you have your hands full" Her second comment? They are all so well behaved. Great. Will you come babysit then?

Kids arent born with a mastery of language. As a matter of fact, they can take things we say quite literally. Last night I made tacos for dinner. I asked Squish if he wanted to eat a hard shell or a soft shell. He yelled back, using his mom you are an idiot tone, "We dont eat sea shells!" Duh. Not that it mattered. Like he was actually going to eat dinner. I am an idiot.

My favorite Squish-ism to date? This little gem. I was mopping the kitchen floor. Mopping at our house is a tri-weekly event due to the copious amounts of fur left behind from the Great Dane and Beagle. Squish yells out, "Mama, You can walk on water?" I am feeling rather proud at this moment. My kid thinks I am invincible. I can perform miracles. I freaking rock! As my head was swelling to gargantuan perportions, I realize he is questioning why I am allowed to walk on the wet floor and he is not. Bubble burst.

Princess Girl is still breastfed. This has led to two memorable moments to share with Squish's future girlfriends, wife, heck anyone who will listen to a rambling, senile old lady as he gets older. The first, and my personal favorite, was when Squish asked which boob had milk and which boob had juice. Yeah, you try to keep a straight face answering that one!!! The second, also a classic, was when I asked Squish if he wanted to feed Princess Girl. I had some milk in a bottle leftover from while I was at work. He looks quizzically at his chest, and replied, "But there is no milk coming out!" Yep, thats my Squish.

I cant wait to hear what comes out of Kai's mouth.


Please feel free to leave comments with words from the mouths of your babes.....

Daddy Daycare

I am one of the few fortunate women to be married to a terrific guy. He is charasmatic, helpful, and not too bad on the eyes. Most importantly to me, he is a terrific father. He loves our children deeply, and is extremely involved in their lives. Yep, we lucked out. Without furthur adieu.....This is Tex.

Wait, wait, wait. I think I got the wrong pic. That's Wentworth Miller from Prison Break. While he seems like a cool enough guy, he is not my husband. (Sadly enough) My husband is way cooler. His tattoos are real.

This is the real Tex

Tex and I dont have a typical 9-5, kids in daycare, everyone is home all weekend type of family. This leaves Tex taking care of all three kids on a regular basis. They love it. He loves it. Everybody wins.

I just have a few questions..........

First, does choclate ice cream and raisins really count as a nutritious lunch? I get the raisin part. Little dried up grapes cant be too harmful right? Even if Kai does eat the box they come in as well. And ice cream? Well, at least it is dairy, that's good. Unless of course the two year old that is eating it is Lactose Intolerant. I dont want to change those diapers.


Then there is the issue of the swingset. Courtesy of Gramps and Grams, our kids have a swing set that rocks. It may just be Squish's favorite place to be. I think that Tex was off the mark a little bit on this one though. Squish asked if he could go swing. Tex, having one of his ever increasing senior-in-training moments, got Squish confused with Princess Girl and placed Squish here....


See that look on Squish's face? That is not pure joy.

Now for a small vocabulary lesson. Bear with me, it wont take too long. Pack and Play: a spinoff of the crib, a portable piece of equipment use to contain a small child. Trampoline: a strong piece of canvas, attached to a metal frame, used for jumping. Correct me if I am wrong, but these definations do not sound similar. Why then, did this happen? Poor Princess Girl.




So, yeah, Tex does things a bit differently than Mommy does. But who cares? The kids are well taken care of and happy. Plus, as an added benefit, he cooks!




Well, at least he tries!

I have a problem

In the ever so profound words of Ming Ming Duckling, "This is Serious."

See, I have been guilty of poking fun of the idiotic things people to to their innocent children in an attempt to make them look cute. You know, things like putting their baby boys in dresses, putting their baby girl's barely there hair in pigtails, baby jewerly. Ya'll know what I am talking about. I swore that I would never be one of those parents who in an attempt to make their kids look adorable ends up with pictures that will later in life humiliate their kids and make them think Mommy belonged in the asylum a long time ago. Well, guess what. This is me. I am one of those parents. And, guess what? I dont care. Lets take a tour of some examples swimming around in my photobucket account shall we?

Here is Kai, from the waist up

Not bad right? Let us get a full view......

You see, in Mommy's eyes, adorable. To a teenage Kai, Humiliating.

And here is one of Princess Girl taken this very morning.

Prime example of the above referenced ponytail. Adorable? Yep. Practical in any way? Nope.

Lets not forget Squish.

Squish is rocking the baby hawk.

Nevermind, this is adorable. I have nothing bad to say.

Up next for your viewing pleasure....It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Not Me

Not me. I would not feed my Princess Girl cornbread. I stick to one ingredient, organic, finely pureed baby food. Baby food that I make myself and freeze into tiny perfect one ounce cubes and thaw them out as I need them. Not me. I would never get a store bought corn muffin and set it on her high chair tray whole and let her dig in. Nope, not this Mommy





Not me. I would never let Princess Girl eat without a bib. This is a sure way to stain her lovely, boutique bought clothes. I would never ever shop at Target for baby clothes. Not me.

Not me. I would never crawl around on the floor on my hands and knees chasing Princess Girl around for hours trying to catch the perfect picture of her trying to crawl. Nope. I would certainly not harass her, makng silly faces at her and holding up her baby rattle like a dog toy beckoning her closer. Not me.

Not me. I would never make Squishy and Kai wear matching PJ's with their baby sister. I would never have them lay on the ground over and over again so I could attempt to get a picture of all three kidlets in these matching PJ's. And certainly I would not be dumb enough to let Kai hold onto a Valentine's Day card so that when I finally get all three of them to stay in one place without rolling over or drooling on eachother or making silly faces into the camera the greeting card partially covers up his face. Definately not me.

I am not a lair. Not me.

Catch a Tiger by it's Tail

A Tribute to Tawnia and Tonka

You will be missed

Captain Pullup

We all want to be a super hero in some way. Super Mom, Super Dad, Super Employee. My kid, Kai, sees excellence in being Captain Pullup.

He is good at it, dont you think? This absolute cuteness is the result of the frigid Florida temps lately. You see, here in Florida there are only a few weeks where swimming is a no go. This week happens to be one of them. When Nemo swim diapers can't be used for swimming, an imaginative two year old must find other uses for them. Other than putting them on over his pants, productive uses include constructing a new carrying case for the favorite Thomas trains of the day, a new and exciting sand box toy, and cushiony padding for when he decided to jump off of the couch onto the tile. My kid is a creative genius.

Captain Pullup has recruited two other adorable munchkins to assist him in taking over the world (playground). Introducing the eldest member of the group, Squishy. Good name for a superhero, eh? Being the eldest, he is, of course, responsible for driving the getaway car.

Being ever so prepared with a second set of wheels, because in every cool movie the getaway car stalls, is Princess Girl. Being the loving sister that she is, she has taken it upon herself to learn how to drive at the tender age of 6 months. Pretty Darn Special.

I hope you enjoy the future posts in my blog. This is my life......Raising Trouble.