Monday, November 29, 2010

Not Me!

I most certainly did NOT convince my husband that we needed an XBox 360 with Kinect. Nope! Not me!

I also did not enlist the help of people he works with to convince him that we need one. Nope! Not me!

Once I did convince him that we needed an XBox Kinect, I did not also convince him that we needed Dance Central.

When the Kinect finally got here, we absolutely did NOT spend the entire day playing when we were suppose to be doing housework. Nope! Not us!

I also most certainly did NOT take a video of Ben dancing. If you've ever seen Ben dance, you'll know why he made me promise that. I also did NOT laugh the entire time I was taking the video. I did NOT laugh so hard that I had tears running down my face. I also was NOT laughing so hard that I had to stop taking the video.

If I did take a video of Ben dancing, I most certainly would NOT post it on my blog. Nope! That would be SOOOOOO mean of me. I would NEVER EVER do such a mean thing.

Or maybe I would and call it payback for the time he threw up in my hair.



Maybe this will teach him not to read my blog. Or teach him to not throw up in my hair.

In all fairness, I really should add that he scores much higher than I do on the dance game.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Letters of Intent

Foursons


Dear sweet baby Brinna;

SLEEEEEP CHILD SLEEEEP! Seriously! Mommy is TIRED. Like beyond tired. Exhausted. This business of not napping unless I'm holding you is getting old. Likewise to the waking in the middle of the night and screaming your tiny little head off. Yes, I love snuggling with you. I don't even mind bringing you into Mommy and Daddy's bed. However, if I bring you into my bed, you must SLEEP! 2:00 am (or 4:00 am) is NOT playtime. It is sleep time. Daddy has to get up really early for work in the morning and when you wake him up at 3:00 am by repeatedly smacking him in the face, he's crabby. When you scream at the top of your lungs like someone is hurting you, you wake up your sister. That makes her crabby. When you continue crying, that wakes up Mommy. That makes Mommy tired and crabby. I promise you, we will ALL be in better moods if you would just SLEEEEEP! Just lay your tiny little head down and close your eyes. If you can't sleep, could you at least learn to play quietly in your crib? Mommy put a ton of toys in there. You have a tiny baby, a glow worm, a nice fuzzy stuffed elephant and a stuffed kitty. They're all there to entertain you.
I love you, my sweet sweet baby, but if you don't start sleeping, Mommy's going to lose her ever-lovin' mind.


Sincerely,
ZZZZZZZZZ...what? oh, I was typing...
Your very sleepy Mommy


Dear Adelae;

It wouldn't be fair of me to write a letter to your sister and not to you. So, stop sassing me please. I get it, you're 3 (almost 4) and fiercely independent. I understand that you have opinions on what you do and don't like. I get it! But when Mommy says "Hurry up and get dressed." That means hurry up and get dressed. It does not mean go play with your toys until you're good and ready to get dressed. When Mommy says "Please pick up your shoes and put them away." That means to put them away. It doesn't mean to put them in another room where you think I can't see them. And no, I don't care if that's what Daddy does. When Mommy says to eat your dinner, you don't get to say "But I don't want that dinner." You get to eat it and be grateful that we have hot food. And if you don't eat your nice hot dinner, you can expect to put on your pajamas and go to bed. Yes, I know that means that I'm a mean Mommy. I honestly don't care. You'll get over it. So, let's work on the attitude. Mmmkay?

Sincerely;
I swear, child if you don't pick that up.....

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Trick Or Treat Smell My Feet

Ready to Trick or Treat

Waiting not so patiently for the parade to start.

Adelae showing off her very regal wave.

The bunny in the parade.

CAAAAANNNNDDDYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!


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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Brinna Says CHEESE and FIH-AH

Here are some super cute videos of Brinna. Ignore the food on her face and on her clothes. It was dinner time which is never neat in our house.



Monday, November 1, 2010

Sick of it

I'm sick of cleaning.

I'm sick of the dishes.

I'm sick of the laundry.

I'm sick of being expected to know where everybody's stuff is all the time.

I'm sick of being everything to everyone and nothing to myself.

I'm sick of being fat.

I'm sick of changing dirty diapers.

I'm sick of people not accepting the consequences of their actions.

I'm sick of censoring myself.

I'm sick of always being second best.

I'm sick of cooking dinner.

I'm sick of running errands.

I'm sick of people that can't drive.

I'm sick of hearing about children dying.

I'm sick of hearing about rapes and murders.

I'm sick of Obama bashing.

I'm sick of political commercials.

I'm sick of people being mean.

I'm sick of Brinna being sick.

I'm sick of my husband working all the time.

I'm sick of not having a job.

I'm sick of grumpy kids.

I'm sick of running errands.

I'm sick of rude people.

I'm sick of it.