What, do you think you're 20 RIGHT NOW?!?!

W. asked me tonight if he could start a myspace page.
I asked him, "Why? Do you need more exposure for your band?"

Blank look. Pause.

"What's next?" I scoffed, " You want me to take a picture of you in your bathing suit?".

"Actually", my ten-year old said, "I want you to email me that picture where I'm wearing that hat so I can post it in my profile".

It might take us a while to recover.

Flowerpot Painting

Why, who could have done such a thing??

Oh yes, I think we've found the culprit.

You guys were supposed to be painting flowerpots! Where ARE the flowerpots anyway?

W. is too cool to smile. Isn't he a handsome devil, though? It's hard to tell with the hat and the scowl....but he's hilarious. He'll be 20 tomorrow. HA! That's what he thinks.

Busted!!

Repeat after me..."I am not a stage mom"

Apparently there are some concerns over a disproportionate number of pictures of L. Something about a ratio of 3:1 blah blah blah, I must be a stage-mom blah. *sigh*

Okay, lemme break it down for ya.

1) Girls are cuter. It's a fact.

2) Pigtails are hard to do when a child has an inch of hair. I like pigtails. I like pictures of pigtails. I like to take pictures of cute toddlers with pigtails and look at them. I even like to let others look at them. Crazy, I know.

3) Stage mom? SERIOUSLY?!?! There are so many responses to this I don't even know which one to go with. Have you seen my kids? Maybe if a stage mom is now the equivalent of the "Queen of Dirtiness" or " Bearer of Panty-faces" or " Breeder of boys who threaten to throw their brothers in ditches".

4) How many pictures of a scowling tween or dirty 3 yr old boy do you really want to see? Even dirt is cuter on girls. Deal.

5)Suck it up. This is my site and I can publish as many pictures of L. as I want. So there.

Oh L....

When I look at this picture, I think ___________________________.

a) Are those underwear clean?
b) Why is her hair wet?
c) Where's C. and why is his underwear on L.'s arm?
d) Could the same reason that L.'s hair is wet be positively correlated to why C. doesn't have his underwear on?
e) all of the above

AHA!

Now I know why my armchairs are always so dirty!









That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

I should have known...

I told the kids to go play on the screened porch while I folded clothes.

5 minutes later....





Silly mom!

Oh, hell yeah! We're going on a walk EVERY night. And yes, for those wondering, they are all cashed out. Including the L. munchkin hanging off the edge. WOOO HOO!

The moral of this story is: When you have three kids, you have NO idea what to do with yourself if all of your children are asleep.

Then, you realize that you are 30...and suddenly you're tired.

Ariel

Tonight at dinner, C. told me that he wants to be a wrestler when he grows up. I told him that was about 1,000 times better than what W. wanted to be when he was three.

Of course, W. wanted to know what that was. "Ahhhh, aaaah, ahhh,aaaaaaaa" I sang. Ariel, I'm not.

He got the point. He immediately started laughing and I reminded him that he wanted to be The Little Mermaid so bad he got her bikini for Halloween one year and rode around in the car singing her "aaaaaahh" song.

Happily, I might add.



W.: The little mermaid is stupid.

Me: W. we don't say stupid (shooting a look at his little brother so he'd know what I meant)

W.: Fine. I hate The Little Mermaid.

C: (*GASPS* and looks at his brother...he LOVES the little mermaid)

Me: (laughing now) W. we don't say hate.

W.: Fine. C. The Little Mermaid wants to poop on you.

Me: W. we DEFINATELY don't say The Little Mermaid wants to poop on us.

Conspiracy Theories

All I know is that the CIA has nothing on my kids+dog team.

At one point, L. was in the living room pulling my books off the bookshelves and Max The Dog was shredding them. Once they saw me coming, they skeedaddled quickly into L.'s room. I swear the dog was actually grinning. Once there, they provided "cover" by continuing the book shredding, shrieking and gruffing. Cover for what you may ask?

I careened around the corner to stop the carnage and once out of sight, W. began to antagonize C. in the kitchen.

So, I'm in L.'s room saving the books, L. is continuing to "feed" Max The Dog ripped-up pages over my ineffectual protests and two rooms over I can hear W. telling C. that he's going to bury him outside in the ditch.

Goal: Destroy Mom's sanity.

Score one for the masterminds.

Later the same day....

I just realized that Spring Break is in two weeks.

YIPPEE!

Are you kidding me?

Yesterday, the temperature was probably in the high 60's maybe even into the 70's. It was a beautiful day; perfect spring weather. We went to the dog park to let Max run around. After he got tired to the point of constant, uncontrollable drooling, we headed to the kids' park to wear the kids out. Unfortunately, they have the stamina of husky pack dogs so we walked around the neighborhood enjoying the warmth and sunshine. All in all, we were out and about for around 2 hrs. We actually got sunburned. Delicious.

Today, W.'s school closed at 1pm.

Here are some hints why:

We DO still live in Texas, right?

Happy Anniversary!

Together 12 years today, March 2nd. Awwwwwww!

I decided not to write too much since I'm waaaay too mushy, but here are some pictures of our little family. Weird to think that it all started with two high-schoolers who loved each other.

Thank you for giving me my family, my love.

Max, W. and a friend enjoying a "dog" sleepover.

Uh oh! L. found her brother's Nintendo DS. And somehow knows how to play??

Sweet C. and his "happy tongue".