Why I should pray more.

Some days are easy, some are not.  For those that are not, I should probably pray more.

10 reasons I should pray more:

1.  One of my supervisors saw me at the Lowe's garden center looking at flowers.  She watched as my children punched the crap out of each other while in the cart.   She also watched as I just ignored them.

2.  I buy beer at Walmart at 9:45 am and I am usually drinking it by 10 am.

3.  My pastor made me mad a few months ago and I sent him an e mail about it. 

4.  I've entertained the idea of leaving my kids, in the cart, in the Walmart cart corral and driving away. 
    (I really wouldn't do this, lol).

5.  I'm teaching my two year old to say "Daddy?  Daddy?  Daddy?  I want a pony."  I'm hoping she says it all weekend while I am at work.

6.  I asked my husband why our boy puppy has weiner hair.

7.  I have asked someone why on earth they put a zucchini THERE?

8.  I have made my four year old pose for pictures after major doodie episode's before cleaning him up.

9.  I made a grown woman clean up her own poop off a chair.

10.  I am still thinking about the girl who called me my husband's mother.

lol.  i'm really over all of it.  i think

xoxo
s

and u thought i was long gone...

....I wasn't, really.  Just fell off the blogging wagon for a while :P  We all do it.  Don't lie and pretend you don't!

Where have I been and what antics have these kids of mine been up to?...OH the stories!  Alas, I will save those for another day though.  Just wanted to drop back in and say hello to all and let u know I missed u. 

sue

Welcome to the Fair!

Last night we visited the opening night of the Kiwanis Ogeechee Fair here in Statesboro....the kids had a blast, I ate ate my first fried snickers bar and we all went on the ferris wheel!  After I got home, I realized I had signed up to work (sorry everyone!).  We had a great time, saw some friends and lots of "interesting" folks, lol!

 

hey baby, wanna ride?

 

 

my favorite part of the Fair was the chickens of course!

 

 

my three little piggies!

 

 

 

heart(s)

Last Sunday my husband and I headed down the hall from our own Sunday School class to pick up the kids at their classrooms. He headed down the hall, but Sam's Sunday School teacher laughingly pulled me into the room.  She was covering her face, giggling and said "OMG, Sam is so cute.".  I apologized and said "What did he do now?".  Lol, always Sam. 

Seems Sammy was sitting next to her at Children's Church and was enamored by her "heart".  His exact words were "I lush (love, in Samanese) u heart." All the while RUBBING her boob.  Then he says, as he moves his hand over and discovers her other boob..."Oh u has two hearts.  I lush them.  They so soft.".

My response?  "Well, he was breastfed."

Reason 4, 356,783 why we are going to get kicked out of church.

Way to cop a feel, Sam. 

xoxo
Mom

The Princess and the Perfume Bottle

 

Today, Madi came into the craft room and she smelled like CK1. 

Me:  Madison, were you messing with Mommy's perfume?
Madi:  Yes.
Me:  Where is it?
Madi:  It's not dere. 

Ummmm.  Not dere?  Where is not dere?  Well it wasn't on the bathroom counter where it always is.
I have been cleaning all day, washing all the bed linens. 

Me:  Madi, where is my perfume?
Madison:  I want goldfish.
Me:  No goldfish, until I get my perfume back.  Where is it?
(insert sound of little feet running into my bedroom)

Madison:  In dere.

This here...is apparently "dere".

 

Ok well, let's see.

 

 

It was.  In dere. 

 

I AM A BIG FAT STINKER.

 

Me:  Madi?  Stay out of my bedroom.

Madison:  No.

 

xoxo

 

mom

 

 

 

We don't do that on the kitchen counter.

After a fun-filled afternoon of swimming with the kids, I decided to get to harvesting all my sunflower seeds from the ginormous plants we grew this year. The kids had already bee-lined for the house after our swim, so I was harvesting by myself.  I picked two full buckets of seeds and headed in the  house to show the kids.  I found Jacob and Emma sitting at the computer watching Tom and Jerry, Sam (believe it or not) was just sitting at the counter and Madi was standing on my kitchen countertop. 

{listen, get that horrified look off your face.  I KNOW your kids also climb on your countertops to get to the cookie jar.  Stop lying to everyone}

Me:  "You got a cookie, honey?'

Number 5:  "Water."

Me:  "Water, what water?'.

Number 5:  "It's wet."

Then I see that there's water all over the countertop.  I grab papertowels to start cleaning it up. 

Me:  "Who spilled water here?" 

No answer from Numbers 2-4.

Mid paper towel swipe I realize Madi's in her swimsuit.  Madi isn't potty trained.

Number 5:  "I pee-pee."


xoxo

sue

Daisy

RIP Ms. Daisy.