RaNdOm ThOuGhTs FrOm EvAn

A few weeks ago, I dropped Kyle off at school and then I had to run to Target with Evan and Alaina. I was meandering around through the baby clothes section (only, like, my FAVORITE part of ANY store). Evan was kinda following a few steps behind. I don't really think he was awake yet. I picked up the most adorable little pink shirt I have ever seen when, all of a sudden, I heard Evan Gasp.

Evan: MOMMY!!!!!!! We HAVE to go back home!!!

I turned and looked at him to see what in the world could possibly have happened to elicit this outburst. He was standing about 6 inches away from one of the pillars coming up out of the floor. This particular pillar had a mirror on it. He took both hands and flung them up, on top of his head.

Evan: "MOMMY!!! We HAVE to go back home right now!"
Me: "Why? What's wrong??"
Evan: (as he moans and rolls his eyes at me) "You forgot to put in my curls!!"
Me: "Ummm, ok drama queen. Keep it movin'!!



Yesterday, I stepped on a frog in the driveway. I was in my bare feet, too. I don't think I killed it. At least not immediately. It kinda hobbled off into the grass. It wasn't my fault though. I couldn't see where I was going because I was carrying so much stuff in my arms...and by stuff, I mean my ten month old daughter and my 15 month old niece. I squealed a little. Then yelled at the frog for being "slow and stupid." Evan was standing a few feet away from me when the unfortunate encounter took place. He lectured me on how I had said a bad word and that wasn't a good thing to do (The word "stupid" is forbidden in our house). Then, he looked up at me with his big, brown eyes, and said "It's not a good thing to step on a frog either, I think. It might be some bad luck. So now you have to make sure you don't die."

This afternoon, I was baking cookies. I love baking. Baking relaxes me. Evan came in the kitchen just as I was starting to mix the ingredients together. He asked if he could help and I said "absolutely." He pulled up a chair and began helping me stir all of the gunk together. I pulled out an egg. He asked if he could do it. I said "absolutely."

After we finished cleaning the egg up off the floor, Evan decided he was bored and left the kitchen. 30 seconds later, he came sprinting back into the kitchen screaming "Mom! STOP STOP WAIT!!!!!" So, I did. I laughed at him and asked what in the world was wrong.
He said "Mom, did you put my egg in that bowl there??"
I said "Yes, I did. I'm sorry. I thought you didn't want to anymore."
"I didn't." He said back as he climbed up on the chair again and peered into the bowl. "But, did you put cheese on that egg? Because I don't want cheese on my egg today."

Florida + Spring = Swimming

Total Cop Out

I suck. I have been so busy lately and I haven't been writing as often as I should. I found this on You Tube awhile back along with a title that said "After 100 Times It's Still Funny." I have to tell you...I think I have watched it close to 50 times.....and it is still freaking funny! So, since I suck so much at writing and can't seem to be able to make my brain work enough to make you all laugh...hopefully this does. It's short.....really short. Watch it....but be forewarned - Don't take a sip of anything that you don't want shooting out of your nose.....



I know, it's a total cop out, but I bet it made you laugh.

If You Don't Mind, It Doesn't Matter

I hate shopping at Walmart. It sucks. It's crowded and it's stinky and I'm pretty sure that 1 out of every 3 people there have some sort of communicable disease.

I prefer to shop at the local grocery store. However, it tends to put a pretty big dent in my checkbook. It's nice, though. They always have really good buy one, get one deals there. They also bag your groceries for you and offer to carry them out to your car for you....a rarity these days. I usually say no to that, but I went the other day and it was pretty much dead. So I said "what the heck" and had the nice, young man carry (well, push actually) my groceries out for me. As we were approaching the car, he said to me "I always like to guess what kind of car people drive. I figured you would have an SUV" as we opened the door to my minivan.

"An SUV......interesting. Why?" I asked.

"I dunno." He replied.

Well, I am a minivan driver and proud of it. I have said in the past, I am perfectly fine with being uncool. I do find, though, as the days wear on, that I seem to be having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I am getting older. Now, don't get me wrong. I know I am, technically, still young...but I am getting older. Wanna know how I can tell? Well, I believe the dictionary refers to it as a small furrow, ridge, or crease on a normally smooth surface, caused by crumpling, folding, or shrinking. Only...mine aren't small. And I am pretty sure nothing on my body could be described as "shrinking" for at least the last 5 years. Each time I look in the mirror I see it staring back at me. A big, ugly wrinkle that has decided to take up residence on my forehead!

This darn blasted wrinkle has proven to become my nemesis. It does not matter how much beauty sleep I get. It does not matter what I smear on my face or what I put into my body. It. won't. vacate. I have thought about cutting me some bangs. That would at least hide it. That is, until I look back at the pictures of myself from the last time I had bangs and, trust me, the wrinkle is definitely a better option.

Wanna how else I know I am getting old??

I tried the low rise jeans. Keyword there being "tried." They seem to be pretty hip right now. All the cool, young ladies are wearing them. Unfortunately for me, hip huggers are not something that a woman who has had 4 babies in the last 7 years can pull off easily. Oh, and did I mention that my butt crack was showing constantly? It was not a pretty site. Oh well, who wants a cold butt crack, anyways??

Oh, and then, I was driving in my minivan the other day and a group of teenagers pulled up next to me. The driver was reclined WAY far back. I remember thinking to myself.... "Man, his abs must be tired from holding his head up to see over the steering wheel. I know mine would be." How pathetic is that?? OH, and not to mention the fact that they had their music playing so loudly that it just about made my ears bleed.

I won't even mention the fact that, to me, "staying up late" means I am up past 9.

Oh, and I have a friend who has a sister that is still a teenager. About two weeks ago, her sister went to "a 90's party." Ummm, since when were the 90's so long ago that you can use that as a party theme??

Wow. So this didn't really end up being at all about what I started writing about. In all honesty, I really don't mind getting older. Seriously!! I love my birthdays. Who doesn't like getting to eat your favorite kind of cake?? A cake that you didn't have to make yourself, I might add. And plus you get to blow out candles and make a wish. And we all know that, secretly, you make that wish hoping that birthday candles really are magic and it will totally come true.


I think that the best piece of evidence to support my theory that I am , in fact, getting older is that I don't really WANT to wear hip hugger jeans or play loud music or stay up past nine to go to a 90's party. I am perfectly content with sitting at home in my pajamas and dozing off on the couch while watching me some reality TV. :)

Ok, so anyways....after having said all of this, I will leave you a with one of my favorite quotes....

"Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter."
- Satchel Paige

Commit To Be Fit

We were hanging out this afternoon, trying to think of something we could all do. Hmmmmmm, what would be fun??

We could go for a nature hike. It was a beautiful day out today.

Maybe we could take the sidewalk chalk and go out and do some funky drawings on the driveway outdoors.

We could go outside and do some gardening. The weeds need pulled. They are starting to take over the entire outside of the house.

Notice a theme? I was trying to think of something to get the kids OUT of the house. And everyone knows that what mama wants, mama gets, right?? Ha! If only.........So, what is it my darling children decided they wanted to do?? Ohhhhhh....let's walk on the treadmill in our church clothes!! That sounds like a great idea!!! So, they did.


And of course, they couldn't walk on the treadmill without wearing the head/sweatbands because, after all, they wouldn't want to look like little dorks or anything.


Mikaily figured out how to cool off quickly after her exhausting 4 and a half minute workout.


Evan opted out of trying the treadmill. He had already lost a battle with the floor earlier in the day. He was tring to hit a big ball with his elbow because everybody knows that is the cool way to hit a ball.....??? He swung hard, completely missed, and the intertia flung his body, full speed ahead, into the carpet. His face broke his fall. The result is a rug burn goatee (and a missing chunk of the inside of his lip).

Smooth move, Exlax!!

Don't Squeeze (Or Hide) The Charmin

Today I decided to get a little bit of spring cleaning done.

I got both babies (my little girl and my niece) down for their naps and off I went. I started with the bathrooms. I wiped counters and mirrors and scrubbed toilets. I swept the floors and I scoured the tile. I went through the linen closet and threw out all the towels that had seen better days.

I moved on to the toy room. We have lots of toys. Lots and lots and lots of toys! We have girl toys and boy toys. We have toys that sing and toys that dance. We have toys that you build up and toys that you dress up. I think some of our toys may even have toys!!! But, I digress.......so I started cleaning. I was sitting on the floor in the midst of piles and piles of toys and realized my house was actually quiet. This. is. not. good!! I called out for Kyle. No answer. I called for Evan. No answer. I jumped up and ran to the back of the house to find them. The light was on in the bathroom. I peeked in. No boys. However, I did find this....


Need a closer look??

That is 5, count them 1-2-3-4-5, empty toilet paper rolls and one half empty (or is it half full...???) roll. I found the boys hiding in the corner of their bedroom. I asked what happened. They said they didn't know. I separated them and interrogated them and they stuck to their story. I still have no idea what happened to the toilet paper that was on the rolls. The toilet is still flushing fine, so if they did flush it at least they flushed it slow enough that they didn't clog anything. Maybe I will come across it stuffed somewhere during the course of my cleaning. I dunno.

I just hope they didn't eat it. *sigh*


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Hodge Podge

Wow. It's been a full week since I have blogged. I dunno if it is because I have been so busy, or because I haven't had the brain power that it takes to come up with something interesting enough that all you lovely people would actually enjoy reading.

Mikaily has been sick......again. It's her asthma this time. She is now all hopped up on meds. Geez-laweez. That child is a handful when she is her normal self, let alone when you pump her full of steroids and albuterol. It's kinda like living with the energizer bunny on crack. I believe she is currently the perfect example of why some animals eat their young.

Since Mikaily has been home all week, that left me dragging all four of mine, plus my niece, out every time we had to go anywhere. I noticed people staring at us when we would all pile out of the van in the parking lot. I imagine it looks a little like the plethora of clowns that come flopping out of their tiny car at the circus.

Kyle gave me a lecture today. He says we need to be using "green bags." Yup, he informed me that if we use these special green bags to put our fruits and vegetables in, they would last for 18 days. That means they won't go rotten in the fridge like the do now. Something tells me that child is watching a little bit too much TV. I suggested we actually EAT the fruits and veggies, and that would solve that problem.

We have no food in our kitchen right now. I need to go to the grocery store or else tonight for dinner we are going to end up having tortilla chips with mustard, squishy grapes (that would be nice and firm if we had some green bags), and I think we may have a couple of fortune cookies that we could do paper-rock-scissors for if we had to. Think that will work? Yeah, me either.

Remember when I wrote HERE about getting myself into shape. Well, I am happy to say that my body is, indeed, in shape.........round is a shape, isn't it??