Lots and Lots of Grammies

During a trip to visit my grandmother today. My mother also came up for a visit and we all had lunch. When we were leaving Logan and Landon were waving good bye in the car and Logan suddenly realized he had more then one grammy in front of him. He pipes up from the back seat with "Lots of Grammies!!!"

One of Logan's favorite shows is "Lots and Lots of Trucks" Some random infomercial purchase that he had to have. One of those shows that he watches over and over and over and over and over. That is all it is. Trucks of all kinds rolling by on the screen to this tune. The chorus is of course "Lots and Lots of Trucks".

So as we are rolling out of the driveway Logan starts singing "Lots and Lots of Grammies."

So I am all thinking he is the smartest kids in the world to come up with that! Then on a ride to the store later this conversation happens.

Me: Logan, what's your name?(notice the big hint he got?)
Logan: Logan
Me: How old are you?
Logan: WILFINTAN!!!!!
Me: No, How Old Are you?
Logan: I free
Me: Where do you live?
Logan: WILFINTAN!
Me: Good!!! What is your name?
Logan: I Free
Me No, What is your name?
Logan WILFINTAN!!
Me: No, no. Your name is Logan
Logan: I free
Me: Ok

Now I am put right back in my place. Sort of reminds me of that commercial about saving for college for your kids.. Something like 75% of people think their children will get scholarships. The father is watching a spelling bee on tv (while thinking his kids is the smartest there is). he turns to see his son spinning in circles with a box on his head while some girl on tv successfully spells a word I have never even heard. We better start saving ;P

Tornado Warnings

We had tornado warnings tonight and we talked about it in front of the kids.

Logan then for the rest of the night kept saying "Where the tontado go?" So cute! I love their little approximations!

Landon's favorite is "caca milk" and "bink" umm I an thinking you guessed but if not Chocolate milk and drink.

Increase your size today!! REALLY? I can't wait!

How many emails do I really need that tell me they can help increase my manhood, give me a larger penis, help me impress the ladies, size really does matter..etc?!?!

I don't need to increase my penis size. In fact, last I checked I didn't even have a penis.

On the other hand, if I did have a penis I might buy into some of these. I do tend to buy into weight loss products in phases. So I suppose if I was a man I would worry less about my weight and worry more about my penis size. But really. Do men buy this stuff?

Itchy Bum - Logan Fun

Itchy bum!

Logan fun!

I caught the little guy itching his bum (read shoving his fingers in his crack). So as any good mom would I say "Ewwwwww, now you have poopie fingers! let's go clean them". I walk into the room to first wipe him bum clean and change his underpants. I get the wipes and yell to him. "Let's go that is gross you have poopie hands!" He comes bounding in after me skipping and hopping and yells, with a huge grin,"I do!!!!" all the while holding both hands out in my face. Motherhood certainly has some funny moments that I never foresaw.

I am a MOM!

Given the choice tonight to go to a BBQ party and drink beer with friends Or sit on my ass and recover from last nights wine and pedicures. I chose to sit home. So here I am sitting on the couch, writing this post and watching "Whale Wars".

This life style makes me really miss good TV. "House" is my absolute favorite show EVA!!! 37 days till it is back on!

Really??!?! Does this sound like it will help him sleep?

Really??!?! Does this sound like it will help him sleep?


I hear the boys going wild and not settling down at all. I head down to sort them out.
Logan runs out of his bedroom when I open the door, to tell them to quiet down. Rob chases him down the hall.

I pull all of the 25 stuffed animals thrown into the little guys crib out and tuck him in then come down the hall trying to figure out why Rob and Logan never came back.

There in the TV room is Rob holding Logan, smiling, letting him stay up to watch the show Wipe Out.
You know that show where peole compete in these insane obsticles and it appears that they break parts of their bodies in each obsticals like the piston punch, Big balls and the sucker punch.

I am a little pissy thinking - do you really think this is going to be helpful in getting and out of control 3 year old to settle down? I say something to that effect too.

Rob brings him to bed and has to continuously now raise his voice to get him into his bed - wonder why?? Coming back to the TV room he says - Are you crabby again tonight? Honey? Are you in a bad mood again tonight?

I am thinking, yes you boob! Now I am!

Really men are so dumb sometimes.

So he says this to me
Logan asked what it was so I said "Ok, if I show you, then will you go to bed?"


Now it is after 9:00 pm and do you think the boys are sleeping?

I Do NOT Understand How You Can Have More..

Seriously!!! I dread errand with the boys because it is a mad dash of flinging lower shelved items, head butting glass windows and doors, jumping off steps and ledges, hiding, pushing and running from me.

Food shopping is impossible with out 15 extra items, squished bread and broken eggs.

Clothes shopping is embarrassing. The number of times I lose a child under a rack or they have found their way back to the toy section without me is ridiculous.

Going anywhere that might involved a trip to the public rest room is depressing. Inevitably I have one unlocking the door while the other has his head under the next stall over looking directly up at my neighbors business.

Dinner time is madness. One throwing food, the other dumping milk. One rubbing ranch dressing in his face and the other using chocolate milk as shampoo.

Even play time is tough. Someone always takes it too far. Coloring is going great till one decides to draw them selves a tattoo or spruce up the walls, while I am looking right at them!!! Play dough is always a good time but they both end up eating it before we are done. Buckets of beans are a hit but they spill them after 10 min. Water gets dumped, paint is used as body soap, trains become weapons, planes are meant to be launched, balls break things, books get ripped.

Oiy!!! Maybe 3 and 2 are just tough ages but I find it tough to make it sanely through till bed time.

Quitting - take 301

Seriously I teeter between being dragged down by a suffering pair of lungs that require 2 inhalers multiple times per day to being pissed off and angry at the world because it is so hard to quit smoking.

We have been back at it at least part time for just about a year now. It is way past time to be done with them. Timing is awful with all the Drinks and BBQ's but it HAS got to happen. We had our last smoke on Monday night (7/20) at about 8:30.

By 10:00 Rob was nagging me and I was snapping at him. He blamed withdrawals, I blamed his dumb ass for annoying me and sitting near me and trying to look at my boobs. (seriously that is that last thing I wanted at that moment in time)

24 hours later Rob had just gotten home from work I was tired, wanted my wild kids to go to bed and again annoyed he was getting them all fired up again!
That night we fought about time-outs, dinner being left out and who was right.

Tonight will be 48 hours and I foresee more arguments. The first 2 weeks are the worst!!!