Nasty Case of Lazy Bumitis

I'm trying to kick my rear into gear. After two weeks of either being ill, or caring for the 4 ill kids (Randy is a big kid) I've totally lost my umph that I brought back with me from Cali.

The girls had their first trip to the dentist yestderday. Kimmee cried. They ended up polishing her teeth while I held her. I'm beginning to think that this "recommend the dentist visit at two years old" is a pot shot from the M.D.'s to the D.D.S.'s. Caroline rather, was very tense throughout the visit, but actually did very well. No crying. Lot's of four-year-old bravery. Afterwards the doc gave the girls a coin purse, a sticker, an award for no cavities, a kid-sized spin brush, and a t-shirt (with his advertisement on the back, of course). The office was also nicely equipped with brand new toys, a video game system, a t.v., rocking horse, kid castle and dora and princess lounge chairs. Looks like I picked the right dentist the first time :)

Move Over Riley

Oh Yes. Kimmee turned two on Sunday and she's living up to the reputation of a two-year-old. Monday morning I woke up to Caroline informing me that Kimmee got poop all over the bedroom. Not an entirely new experience (unfortunately) but definately not something you want to start off your day. After the survey of the room, I decided that I would move the girls to the kitchen table for Kix and milk. Kimmee then proceeded to pour the milk on the table and help it to seep into the hymnal that was left there after our Sunday trek to church. Seeing that breakfast was out... I moved the girls into the living room for coloring. While I finished cleaning the mess on the table and steam cleaned the carpet in the girls room, I returned to a sleeper sofa stuffed with broken crayons.

KIMMEE - YOU'RE FIRED, I texted to Randy.

To help me not committ a crime that would involve jail time, I removed Kim to her bedroom. Once I finished removing 129 or so little pieces of crayon out of my decrepit couch I peeked in the bedroom. I'll give you one guess what Kimmee was doing; Getting into trouble AGAIN! All of the Pull-ups that were stacked neatly on the shelf (a shelf that she had to climb 3 feet to get to) were unceremoniously thrown down on the ground.

Tonight Randy saw something on our DirecTV guide that concisely describes Kim to a "T."

Where to be found....

I know how you feel. Maybe this will help :)

It's surprising, the answers you can find when you just look.

Mommy, More Veggables

Who would have thought, in this era of fast paced food and sugar salt and fat filled yum-yums that my kids would ask for more broccoli and skip over Randy's delectable BBQ pork ribs. Actually this is a common occurrance. If it's green, the girls prefer it. Avacados, canned peas, snap peas, green beans and aforementioned broccoli. We have to tell the girls, you can't have any more broccoli until you finish your succulent hickory smoked tangy brown sugar and mollases laden pig butt! YUM! Maybe they're on to something :)

Desperate Domestic Housewife

On Thursday, my visiting creatures came over. Lorna, a grandmother of 6 and Ardee a great-grandmother of 50 know the challenges that face a mother of 3. My sweet little girls, during our visit, discovered some bags of dry beans that mom had left out. After a while they come into the living room and discover that it is fun to throw the surprisingly fragile plastic bags of beans. It only took 5 or 6 throws before the beans started spilling.

To solve the problem, I broke out the new sewing machine, sitting in the kitchen corner collecting dust, and learned how to thread the darned thing. WHY OH WHY do they have to make threading a sewing machine so gosh darned difficult? Now I understand why the Amish do everything by hand. They're not trying to cling to the simpler code of living, they're just frustrated with the freakin' machines!

So after 2 hours of much frustration, I finally get the machine going. I went to Grandma Pete's to steal some remnants for some bean bags, which she had, and then proceeded to lesson one of sewing in home-ec. I finished two bags, one just wouldn't work; the girls would fight over it and break the homely sack of legumes.

Now I think that my bean bags are just adorable and should be sold at some high priced retail establishment like Gymboree or Pottery Barn. Well it just so happens there is a asthetic requirement that my bags did not fill. I guess my girls will have to play with my designer remnant bean bags instead. Eat your heart out Versace.

To Be a Barker

To me, one of the defining characteristics of being a "Barker" is being able to french braid. These were my 2nd and 3rd of 3. Not bad, eh? Thank goodness for some teenie boppers on You Tube who taught me a good technique. Someday, I hope that I'm as good as Mel :)

What Are Wii Doing?

I have found a new vice to vex my peaceful existence in Meadview. Randy insisted that I try Grandma's Wii Fit, but at first I was not impressed with what the game looked as if it did. I'm now a believer. This thing kicked my trash round and around again! I had too much fun Tuesday and Wednesday, and now I am sore beyond my expectation! Well, I'm off to torture myself again at Grandma Pete's. Oh, what a mother will do to get a few minutes of peace :)

Andrew Bundles Up

The kids and I bundled up, unnecessarily, for a little family walk today. Andrew, for some reason thought the "warmie" I put on him was the best thing since peanut butter and jelly.

That's my happy boy.

Domestic Goddess Failed

After a wonderful morning including Kimmee running around naked and Caroline waking me up to tell me so, I ventured into my journey to domestic godliness. Randy bought me a Rotisserie/Convection oven for Christmas because we both have become big fans of the yummy chicken that they sell at supermarket delis. Sufficeth to say that using a new piece of equipment, let alone one with a spit with sharp spikes. It took me two hours of trying and failing to balance the chicken on the spit before I pleaded for Randy's help. While he was returning home from work I proceded to burn my left thumb and cut a chunk of skin out of my left pointer knuckle when my hand slipped on the bathroom faucet.

Grandma Pete came to the house to help with the chicken. It took both her and Randy's hands to tie the bird and pin it to the spit. Two hours later.... My kids were so understanding with my culinary dilemma. Caroline said that a funny face would make me feel betterKimmee said ya ya ya ya ya
And little Andrew just wiggled and giggled