Make A Wish

Before it is midnight, Happy 4oth Bday Big Sis! We Love You!!

911, What's Your Emergency?

Ok. Serious emergency. The type that I will need my RLFs to drop everything and be there for me during my time of crisis.

They re-opened McDonalds in my town.

If you are just tuning in to my little sorted world, you need to know that my (not our, MY) McDonalds burnt down about 6 or 7 monts ago. Best thing that every happened to me. I lost like 20 pounds.

It's not what you think. Although I liked the food (particularly fries, what self-respecting American doesn't) it was the Coke that got me. So, I gave up Coke from McDonalds and lost a boat-load of weight.

Can we go, can we go, can we go? The cherubs chant? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I am calling in all my favors. If you are one of my friends and you cried on my shoulder at any time in your life or I helped you in anyway...it is my turn now. I NEED YOU.

Take my keys. No Coke for me.

As the dominoes fall...

I generally never get my hair cut on the same day as the cherubs because it is simply far too long for them to be at the salon. They were really good through 2 of the haircuts. When it came time for mine, they were HORRIBLE. Yes, I had to jump up, barely escaping the scissor blades that were right on my bangs to tell the cherubs to stop karatey chopping in the salon since they had just knocked over PART OF THE SHAMPOO DISPLAY! Ya, that was fun. One bottle after another. Down.Down.Down.

The Old "Kill em with Kindness" Rule

Today, a new spin on things. Cherub 3 was dropped off at his very first official playdate. Cherub 1 and 2 can be like oil and water-fight,fight,fight. They can seriously fight over who is breathing more air. I swear it's true. So as soon as we were home from dropping off cherub 3, they start. Bla, bla, bla, he said, she said, yell, stomp, throw things. Ugh.

I calmly asked them both into the house and asked them to sit down at the table. I told them that they couldn't get up until they told each other 5 things that they loved about the other one. Cherub 1 (remember- 8 year old girl) gasped and rolled her eyes. Cherub 2 sort of looked at me like huh? I modeled it for them by telling each of them something I loved about them.

Here were there responses:

Cherub 1: You make me laugh alot. (Good)
Cherub 2: She is always mad!
Me: No honey, it has to be positive.
Cherub 2: Oh. (Looks right at cherub 3) I love you.
Me: That is great! (My heart melts.)

So they got the hang of it, offered their 5 things each and ended up laughing hysterically and forgot they were mad. They played AS FRIENDS would have for the 4 hours cherub 3 was gone. It was awesome. Don't worry, I get the fact that it may never happen again but it was awesome while it lasted.

So, maybe killing each other with kindness does work!

If not one, then the other!

Holy Jamoly. I haven't written in SO long. So many stories since mid-June not sure which ones to share. Since I am coming off of a girl's weekend for Big Sis's bday and I am a little tired, I will share a quick one.

Cherub 3 asked what MILs daddy's name was. We told him Vavoo (stands for grandfather in Portuguese). All excited as if making a huge connection to something he already knows, his response was, "Oooooo, Chinese!" We all collapsed in giggles. It was definitely an ese. Chinese, Portuguese, they sound the same, right?

Must Clean

I admit, I am the type of person that literally slumps into a depresssion-like-state when my house is a mess. It is almost like I am frozen. I feel sad and lose all ability to make decisions and take actions. I know, weird.

So...then somehow the switch flips and I go nuts. I clean. I pick up. Until finally it looks like my cute little house again.

When hubby is traveling I usually let the house go for at least a day. It is like a freedom...no one is keeping track. The kids don't care. They love just being able to play. No chores for mommy! Today however, I couldn't do it. We went to the car cleaning place in town and cleaned out the car. What a pit it was! Then at home, I picked up the house while the cherubs chilled out.

Now...ready to finish my report cards (and watch DeAnna pick some men on The Bachelor) I am relaxing in my clean house, with a candle lit to keep me calm.

Reachin REM?

Did you know that 2 hours and 15 minutes is NOT enough sleep to sustain one's sanity? Let me enlighten you. Last nights late night shopping spree started b/c I had to send a white tshirt with cherub 2 to school for his tshirt signing.

So, off to target and then on to Barnes and Noble (can't just go to one store). By the time I got home and worked on my report cards it was well into the middle of the night. So here is why I only had 2 hrs 15 minutes sleep:

1)report cards
2)cherub 2 came down with a fever
3)cherub 2 had TWO accidents
4)cherub 1 had an accident

So 3:15am I finally fall into oblivian to be awoken by an alarm at 5:30am. 135 minutes...not even enough time to reach REM!