Happy Halloween

As said in the last post, our trick-or-treating was the night before Halloween. The kids had allot of fun and got a good amount of cavity producing crap. I couldn't believe how grown up Girly Girl looked with all that makeup on. Daddy's gonna have to get out the shotgun once she actually starts really wearing makeup and gets older.

Mama and Girly Girl

Punk Rocker Girly Girl

Crazy Dino Boy

Superbaby!

Not so exciting weekend

This weekend was even more uneventful that the last! lol

All day long on Saturday Hubs worked. I mowed, weedwacked, and picked up dog shit. Fun. Oh and we also walked around the neighborhood scoping out the garage sales. Nadda. But I did spot a couple houses up for sale that looked very nice. But probably out of our price range (which isn't hard to do here in Cali!).

Sunday was another fun filled day. Hubs washed the cars, I trimmed the hedges and the kids played outside with friends. Later on after dinner, we carved our pumpkins.

It's really hard for me to grasp the concept that this town celebrates Halloween the night before Halloween. So on the 30th is trick-or-treating and on the 31st they have what they call the Mardi Gras parade of this town. Mardi Gras? What the hell is that? Come on. The local govs say that the parade keeps kids from getting into trouble on Halloween night. Uh, don't you think they will just cause havoc the night before then? Does it really seem to do any good? No! I even heard on the radio that the local highschool marching band is contemplating not marching in the parade this year. You wanna know why? Because every year they get pelted with fresh fruit. That's right. Fresh fruit. Some town spirit huh? So instead of letting the kids go out trick-or-treating on Halloween night, they tell us to go the night before so we can stand on the side of the road on the actual Halloween night and pelt the local band kids with fruit. I bet those hell raising teens are loving that. It's their chance to get out their produce and throw it at people. This town is brain dead!

I leave you with our oh so exciting pumpkin carving fiesta from last night!

Can somebody help me PLEASSSE!

Ok, here are a few questions that I really, really, really would like answered.

1. Why is it that it takes Girly 30 minutes to make her lunch? Is it that hard to figure out which kind of chips to take, where the juice boxes are, or find the bologna?

2. And why is that when the bologna or peanut butter are starring right at her, she insists on dragging me away from my blogging duties to tell me there is none (No really she looked hard), only for me to walk over there and grab it from right under her nose?

3. Is it wrong to think of your kid as a ditz?

4. Is it really that hard to turn a light switch off?

5. Why is it that every morning I have to turn 50 million lights off when I come out into the livingroom?

6. How hard is it to put your dishes in the sink or God forbid, the empty dishwasher?

7. Why is it that every morning I have to pick up numerous drinking glasses from coffee tables or bedside tables?

8. Why do the stupid dogs insist on going out, only to turn around 2 seconds later and bark like fricken crazy to be let in? Did you even take a leak?

9. Why is it that as soon as I sell a bunch of crap from my house, I have seemed to acquire more?

10. Why can't Baby Boy sleep through the night?

11. Why can't Crazy crap on the pot?

12. Why can't Girly walk without running into something?

13. Why can't Hubs wake up to his own damn alarm?

14. Why is it that if I am just sitting around the boys will sleep for hours. But as soon as I get in the shower or start a load of laundry they are up?

15. Is it hard to remember to put on a coat in the morning before you walk out the door?

16. Why is it that Aunt Flo waited 6 damn months to show her face?

17. Why do dogs fart then look around and sniff their butts like they are wondering where the noise came from?

Weekend Recap

This weekend was quite the busy one.

First off, we finally had our garage sale on Saturday. Veeeerrry Slow! I guess since it's winter time, and not summer, not many people are out garage sailing. We only made about 55 bucks. We got rid of quite a bit of stuff, but still have to much laying around yet. I am going to be calling The Good Will, or Big Brother's Big Sister's to see if I can donate the rest of this junk. It is NOT coming back in my house!!

Then today we went to the pumpkin patch. It was allot of fun. The kids got to pick out their own pumpkins and Seth had a good time munching on his. This is his first Halloween, so it was a pretty special occasion for him to go to the pumpkin patch for the first time.

The kids having fun with all the pumpkins!

Baby Boy and his very first pumpkin

Hubs and I doing our traditional self portrait at the patch!

Ridiculous

Only a short while after reading The Kept Woman's blog about lazy, overweight kids and how it's not like it was when we were kids, I see this.




Can you believe it? A blowup fricken snow fort. What the hell? Growing up in Michigan we had numerous snowball fights and built numerous snow forts to block the incoming, massive balls of ice that hurt like hell when you get hit in the face. But to buy a blowup fort??? What kind of fun is that? Half the fun is dodging and weaving to avoid the balls being thrown while you try to put up your awesome looking snow fort. But that's not all I saw.....you'll love this.




Need I say more. A mold that makes the perfect snowball. Who the hell is to lazy to pick up some damn snow in their hand and mold it into a ball. Granted this little gadget would be quite fun if you added a little water and made a nice size ice ball to throw at your worst enemy. But come on. Pick up the snow in your gosh damn hand and make it into a ball for crying out loud.

Kids just have it to damn easy these days. Makes me wanna puke. If my kids ever live somewhere where there is snow (fingers crossed), and they ask for these items I do believe I will slap them upside the head. Then for good measure I will force them to go outside in the cold and build a damn fort. And a bucket full of snowballs. Then I will proceed to take their snowballs and throw them at their heads. Good grief. Blowup snowfort and snowball mold. What's next?

And just because I can. Here is a pic of Baby Boy finally doing his thing. That's right. He decided he wanted to sit on his chubby butt for once. Granted, after sitting for about 35 mins. he did a hard right and smacked his head on the chair, but he's fine. It's all good!

Wishing for Fall

I have Fall envy. That's right ya'll, I am sitting here reading blog after blog about the beautiful changing leaves, and the fall smell in the air. Makes me wanna puke. This west coast version of Fall sucks ass! You know what it has done here to give me the impression that it is Fall? The temp has dropped. Yah, it is now only mid 80's during the day. Great? Yes. It's not 100 anymore. But it still sucks. The trees here in the good ol' desert don't change color. Probably because we don't have any gosh damn trees. We have 1. Yes 1. It's in our back yard. But it still doesn't change color. It doesn't even lose all it's leaves till December. But then they just brown and fall off. Sickening. I want to drive down the road again and see the beautiful yellow, orange, and red leaves on the trees. I want to walk out and smell burning leaves and the chill in the air. I want to make a huge pile of leaves and let my kids jump in them. But no.. that's not possible. Although, I could make a huge pile of dirt and tell them to pretend. But then they might get bitten up by ants, spiders, or the stray snake. I think I will pass on that idea.

But in the distance I see a light. And that light is called Michigan. It is calling us.

WE WILL SEE YOU SOON, MY BELOVED MICHGAN.

(In case you didn't know, we are going home for Thanksgiving! LOL)

But you know what? As soon as we get home, Fall will already be done with. We will probably get a shitload of snow, or some sort of blizzard and then get trapped there! But that's fine by me. Snow is great! We love the snow.

Damn, now I have Snow Envy.

No News is.....

Boring. Yes. Boring. Not a darn thing going on here.

Still working on the nuk thing. Nuk is completely gone during the day, and only given at night. Although now our new problem is Crazy getting out of his bed at night and bunking with Sissy. Yes, she woke up to her alarm this morning only to find Crazy laying in bed with her. He has had this thing lately with getting up and trying to wake everyone up. I think maybe he got used to Sissy sleeping with him when Grammy was here.

And today, well Crazy is running around buck naked. Well not completely, it's to cold for that. He has a shirt on. Other then that, he is nekkid! We are going to get this kid potty trained if it kills us! I have the carpet cleaner on standby, and the potty is ready and waiting. As I speak, he has decided to show off his birthday suit by standing in the front window, waving to the neighbors. Nice! But I do have to say, he is not allowed on my furniture. He will be subjected to sitting only on the floor because I refuse to try to clean pee out of my furniture!!!

Oh and can someone answer this question for me? Can you tell me why kids enjoy sitting in their own dung all day? Why on earth would you not want to crap in the jon? Why do you insist on holding in your pee all day long when you are naked and then as soon as I put that stupid diaper back on you, you immediately take a leak? Can anyone also tell me why it was sooooo easy to train my girl, yet this boy insists on making me lose all my hair? Isn't it a well known fact that all a boy has to do is stand up and take a leak? So why is it so hard to do that? Good grief. Can anyone else sympathize with me? I think I am going to go on a complete diaper strike. It will drive me insane, but by golly, he will start crapping in the pot.

Other then that, nope. Not a damn thing. Girly has another soccer game tonight. So far they have won 1 game. But hey, they are having fun. She has been removed from position of Goalie to forward. She enjoys being able to run instead of just sitting in the goal. Now if she could just kick the ball into the other teams net instead of our own! LOL (It only happened once, but if it happens again, I'll have to kick her butt! Come on now, you all know you have done it! LOL)

Baby Boy is saying Mama, Dadda, Buba (brother) and all sorts of other gibberish we don't understand. He is the typical Mama's boy. Cries when anyone other then me is holding him, and screams the moment I leave the room. I am getting ready to start the weaning process. I would like him weaned by the time he is a year. He drinks juice from his sippy cup, but still nurses from me every other time. He loves his food. I think I will start pumping and putting into his sippy cup to get him used to the fact that he will start drinking his milk from that. The hard part will be nighttime. He gets up at least twice a night to nurse. I don't think he's even hungry. It's just his comfort thing. What a terd. He's a typical man already. Loves his boobs!

Since the beginning of time...

Or at least from the beginning of Crazy Boy's time, the beloved Nuk has played a crucial role. Here is a Nuk in Review through pictures.

Here is Crazy at 1 month old. Just getting to know Nuk.



At 8 months it was his naptime companion.



And Nuk even celebrated his 1st year of life with him.



And his 2nd.



Nuk even celebrated the holidays with him.





Nuk was there for him at the good times (watching tv with Sissy in a laundry basket).



And Nuk was there for him at the bad times (cutting teeth and barfing).



Nuk was there comforting him at the Rainforest Cafe when those bad elephants were scaring him.



And Nuk even reproduced so that Crazy Boy's baby brother could have a companion too!



And at the end...this is what the Nuk gets for all the months of fun and laughter he has provided.


In case you can't tell, the nipple is gone. I think it's time we put Nuk to rest. He lived a good long life, and put up a good long fight. But in the end, the teeth always win.

So this is for you Dear Nuk. May you rest in peace.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

The biting has begun! He seems to think it is pretty funny! I have been expecting it for some time now, but today was the day. He now has a top tooth to go along with his two bottom teeth and MAN can he bite! The little booger gets a good laugh at my expense. I think I will invest in some metal nipples!! lol
look at those teeth!

Vegas, Showgirls and Birthdays OH MY!

We left for Vegas last Thursday and returned on Sunday. Hub's mom is in for a visit and we decided to make a mini Vegas vacation out of it. Girly Girl turned 9 over the weekend. It's crazy how time flies. She's such a big girl. As you can see with the picture, she LOVES Highschool Musical. She now plays that cd over and over and we hear nothing else but that. Thanks allot Aunty Beth!! ;) lol


Rubba, Dub, Dub, My 3 men in the tub. Yes, the boys enjoyed the jacuzzi style bathtub at the hotel.


Crazy Boy couldn't leave Vegas without getting his hands on one of those Showgirls!


Girly could be a Showgirl. Don't ya think?


And here is Baby Boy on his first boat ride at Lake Mead.

It's beginning to look allot like...

Fall.

Yep, I bet you were expecting me to say Christmas weren't you? Are you nuts? It's not THAT cold yet! LOL

Nope, today is only a high of around 85. Holy Crap it isn't even reaching 90. We are happy. We are dressed and ready for today's cool weather. This is the first time Baby Boy has ever had to wear warm weather clothes since he was born. And it's gonna be tough getting Crazy to keep his socks on. He's one of those barefoot kids.








And there you are. 85 degrees in the desert sure feels like fall to us!

Remembering 9/11

As I was reminded by Hubs to put up our flag this morning, I sat and thought of what we were doing on 9-11-01. We were stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC and I remember waking up to the phone ringing. It was my friend Lorelei telling me that the Twin Towers and the Pentagon had been hit. She told me to go and turn on the TV. I remember sitting there, watching in shock as I saw the 2nd plane hit the twin towers. I didn't realize I was watching a replay of the hit, as they were showing it over and over again. I just cried and cried. I couldn't seem to stop. I got off the phone with my friend and immediately called my husband. I kept thinking, oh God, we are going to war and he is going to have to leave us. Hubs told me the base was in lockdown and no one was allowed to come or go. He told me to sit still at the house and not to leave. I recall him saying (this isn't a quote as I don't remember his exact words) something like "We are really going to f*ck someone up this time and I can't wait to go and get some payback. This is what my job is about, and this is why I joined the Marine Corps." I remember the eerie feeling as I watched people roam around like zombies as debri floated around, and the screams of panic as the towers crumbled. I was so afraid of being stationed at the largest East coast Base, because it was speculated that the terrorists might try to hit us next. The day went by so slowly, as I sat and stared at the TV the whole time. The only words I can think of is sadness. Extreme sadness. I remember holding Girly Girl, who at the time was only 3, and thinking how horrible it would be to lose her. To lose Hubs. How easily it could have been us. How this event would change our lives forever. And it has. I have been on and off with the TV today because I can only take watching so much of the coverage. I want to remember, but don't, all at the same time. That day, will forever be etched in my memory. I pray for those who lost their lives and their families. I also pray for an end to terrorism.

Labor Day Weekend

Been busy, busy over this way. I am finished with cleaning up the house after our unexpected Labor Day Weekend roadtrip. Yes, what started out as a Sunday drive, ended up being a Sunday,and Monday roadtrip. We got in the car on Sunday completely expecting just to drive a couple hours and get some dinner. We ended taking a different route that we had never been on before, went to a completely different part of the state, stayed the night, and then went even further the next day. We ended up at Yosemite National Park, then drove up further to see the big Redwoods. We didn't end up getting back till 11pm on Monday night.

Here we are at Yosemite



And here the kids are at the Redwood Forest (can you see them? LOL)



And here is Baby Boy enjoying his first roadtrip



It was a great unexpected trip. We went to places we had wanted to go and see since we moved to this damn state. At least now we know not all of it is shitty! LOL

The kids had a good time. They were forced to put away their DVD player and sightsee. Does anyone remember as a kid, going on vacations and just watching the scenery as you drove for hours? Playing the alphabet game? The license plate game?
Or playing that game where you alternate people in the car with the alphabet, and you have to say A is for Annie, my husband's name is Albert, we live in Alabama and we sell Apples? It creates memories right? Well my kids idea of a roadtrip is watching multiple movies on the portable DVD player. And I got SICK OF IT. After the first few hours on the road, they had already watched their DVD's. So after that we said no more. Tough crap. You are gonna be piss bored just like we were as kids. Look out the window. Take in the sights. Look at everyone's license plates and see what states they are from (granted we have lived so many places that Girly Girl could care less if she sees a different license plate, more then likely she has lived there! LOL) Look for wildlife. We don't care what you do, but you aren't watching any more DVD's. So the whole next day, the DVD player was put away. And this is what happened.



So much for exciting sightseeing. But everyone had a great time. After the DVD's were put away, the kids had a chance actually see what was going on around them. See the beautiful mountains, and the many, many cows. Yes, Crazy Boy's favorite thing was the cows. "MAMA COWSSSSSS!!!!"

Yes, Crazy Boy will always have memories of the cows.

I am NUTS!

You'll never guess what I did today?

I got all my Christmas shopping done for the boys.

Yes, done. Well with the big stuff anyways. I always wait till last minute to do stockings and their yearly ornaments. But the big stuff is done.

Now I am waiting on Girly. See she is harder. She likes to make her list and tell us what she wants. She has to hoo and haaa over every catalog, and decide what items she wants the most, what she likes the most, and what she wouldn't be caught dead adding to her list. Then of course I have to go over the list and tell her "Hon, that item is way to expensive for Santa to bring you. It wouldn't be fair for him to get you such a big gift and not every other child in the world." LOL In other words, we don't have that much money!! LOL

But I think this year will be different. I think this will be the year she finds out what every parent dreads their child finding out. Yep, you all know what I mean. I think this will be the year she realizes we are Santa. Last year we had long, long conversations about the subject, but managed to avoid actually having to tell her. But I think she knows. She's just not saying. I am trying to come up with an easy way of saying it, but in the process, letting her bring up the subject. I am just surprised, with all her little friends saying things about Santa not being real, that she actually still believed. She always just told me they were stupid and Santa really is real!! LOL

Come on, give me some suggestions here!!!!

Can I get an EASY button?

Man oh man. It has been crazy around here. Non-stop. Like a dog trying to catch his fricken tail. Run, run, run. Lets see. Girly started school. Girly started soccer. Got a big fricken check in the mail. Paid off major debt. Bought tickets to go home for Turkey Day and see our families. Already bought and paid for Halloween costumes and some Christmas gifts (yes I am sick and am already thinking of Christmas, but since it will be taken care of in Sept. I have all the rest of the year to not worry about buying gifts! LOL) Oh and Daddy got a new car. Yah, and what am I gonna get you ask?? hahahahahaha. Don't know. Probably nothing. But hopefully my long awaited 6th tattoo. Yes. I still have yet to get Baby Boy's name engraved into my skin. Some people may say I am sick. But the more I think of another tattoo, the more eager I am to get it. It's an addiction I tell ya! The buzz and hum of a tattoo gun makes me giddy. I am CHOPPZS and I am a tattooaholic.

Sippy Cup Time

Crazy Kids

Sweet Baby!

Lots of pictures

To start off, I present you with the reformed Wholly Mammoth Crazy Boy.



Yesterday we went to a little carnival doo-dad that was sponsored by the library summer reading program. The kids had fun!





Now these two pictures are just to show you that my boys really are two evil peas in a pod. Their facial expressions are so similar, and they scream "I may look sweet and innocent but"... Does anyone see the horns?





Girly Girl has joined soccer. This is her with her new soccer ball, and her new pretty, pink soccer cleats. The uniform is from last year. We are not yet sure of her team name or colors.



And last, but not least. This is the sick Baby Boy. This is the face that has kept me up for the last 3 days. I figure I have gotten a total of 9 or 10 hours of sleep in these last 3 days. I am going mad from lack of sleep. I think there has got to be an award for not killing someone when you are woken up every 1/2 hour of the night. I don't think it's just being sick that is keeping him up though. I think he may be going through a phase of wanting to be held 24/7. He doesn't necessarily want to nurse, nor does he need to be changed. He just cries until someone picks him up and rocks him back to sleep. Then when he wakes up and realizes he's back in his crib, he screams some more. Last night, I had had it. I would go in and check on him, make sure he wasn't choking, and let himself put himself back to sleep. So basically, I was up every 1/2 hour to hour making sure he was ok, sometimes replacing the nuk, and back in bed. Then of course I had Crazy Boy in my room once, looking for his lost nuk. Since he is sick too, and all stuffed up, it will fall out of mouth because he has to breathe through his mouth. Good grief. Will I survive?? LOL A better question is..Will they survive when I go crazy?? LOL

School starts soon!

10 days! 10 whole days till school starts again. We did the whole school clothes shopping this last weekend, and got Girly some nice things. 100 bucks sure doesn't go far for clothes now days does it?? LOL But she still has lots of clothes from last year that she can still wear, so it's not like she is only working with a couple outfits. Like I used to have to do when I was a kid. It was fun though.

Crazy Boy finally got his hair cut! Finally. He was starting to resemble a wholly mammoth! He sat in the chair all by himself and did sooo good. He looks like a little man with ears now!! LOL He is also going to be getting some new clothes soon, but not sure when (when we get some more extra cash!! LOL) He is in dire need of clothes for this winter. I tried to squeeze him into his pants from last winter and it just wasn't working.

Baby Boy finally got his 6 month pictures taken. I downloaded them, but for some reason blogger wont let me post them. He did really well, and actually sat up on his own for a couple of them. He is sick again, as is Crazy with a cold. Which means I am not getting squat for sleep. He is now eating up the baby food with a vengeance, but is still wanting to nurse like crazy. I tell you, after 6 months of poos strictly made of breastmilk, these babyfood poos sure are gross!! LOL I know, to much info!! We are trying a sippy cup with juice in it too. He hasn't quite figured that out yet. I figure why even try with a bottle when for 1. he wont take a bottle, and 2. we would then have to wean him off that darn thing too. So we are just gradually introducing him to the sippy cup and the juice. He's getting so big, so fast.