Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I see the moon....

"Mama! Where are you? Mama! Mama!"

This is what I can hear from the shower. It's my baby girl and she wants in.

*gentle knocking* "Mama? Mama?"

I grab a towel and open the door.

"Dank you Mama!"

I close the door and throw the towel in the hamper and baby girl throws open the bathroom curtains. Wide open. Did I mention it's a first floor bathroom and we have neighbors?

"Oooo snow!"

Thank God they're all college kids. They're much too hung over to be up this early in the morning.

Here's to hoping.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Kool Aid Mom

I saw this comedian recently who was discussing her eastern European mother. "My mom is not one of those Kool Aid moms who invite all the neighborhood kids in for snacks" she said. "My mom always told me 'you find someone who'll feed you, you go there'". Well, it was funny when she said it. However, my point is that I have some how become the Kool Aid mom. It seems that not only can I not get rid of my kids for a few hours, I end up with 2 or 3 extras. Not that I mind. I don't always mind. Sometimes I mind. Some how the other parents have figured out that I don't work anymore and they started sending their kids over after school. This means we never have food in the house. I am simply amazed at how much 11 year old girls can eat! And their drama. Oy, someone is always mad at another and they have to IM about it repeatedly. At the very least I know where my kid is, who she's with, and what they're doing.
I have also become they're personal chauffer. Not one of these other parents can drive these kids anywhere. They won't even split the duty and drop off or pick up. I get both. The beauty of it is that they don't even come up with a cheap excuse about why they can't (which is totally what I would do) they just say "No, I'm not taking you anywhere." My sister in law says they know I'll drive if they won't, so why would they bother? If I don't drive them to the dance/movies, then that means they stay at my house all night and, well, I need the break.
I also get to host many sleepovers that are planned at whatever excursion I've driven them to. That means more snacks, drinks, and pancake breakfasts.
They’re not bad kids. Most of them are pretty nice. I’m glad that I can do this. Many parents work and can’t have kids over after school. Besides, they’ll be grown up before we know it, right?
I have to go now. The posse of pre teens currently invading my house wants to use the computer to watch the Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” video for the tenth time today.

Where are those Want Ads anyway?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Baby Talk

My baby has entered that great stage of talking. It's cute. She says all kinds of funny things like "I nake!" when she takes off her jammies and "I stuck!" when her head is caught in the kitchen chair. The thing she says most often is "Where Lila?"
Lila is my four year old and Violet's hero. She asks for her all the time. Five in the morning - "Where Lila?". Again at six am "Where Lila?". As soon as she gets up from a nap - "Where Lila?". Sitting next to Lila on the couch "Where Lila?". You get the point, right? Our oldest is jealous as hell. It drives her nuts that the baby is so obsessed with Lila. Especially when Lila gets up in the morning. You'd think the Queen had come to tea. When Violet hears Lila coming down the stairs she runs around yelling "Lila! Lila! Lila!" And when her Majesty enters the room Violet throws her arms around her neck and gives her a kiss. It's all very precious.

Jasmine hates every second of it.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Mr. Clean, you're my hero!

Well, it's been a pretty typical Sunday morning around here. I did laundry while our eldest daughter did chores to work off a $20 phone bill she accrued. Did you know it actually costs money when you call someone's cell phone? And three way calling is $.75 a pop. Live and learn. As she was picking up crayons off the kitchen table, our daughter throws a Sharpie in the crayon bucket. In perfect cosmic timing I'm in the basement doing laundry, older sis is busy with chores, and hubby falls asleep in the living room just as baby girl grabs said Sharpie from the crayon bucket. She managed to get the radiator, walls, and TV before hubby woke up. Three Mr. Clean Magic Erasers later and the mess was gone but my wrist will never be the same. The sad part is that I still have walls to scrub from a couple of weeks ago when she found a Marks-a-Lot Marker. Never a dull moment in this house!

Friday, November 18, 2005

Chocolate Pudding and Cheesecake Smiles

This is my baby girl, Violet. She pretty much looks like this after every meal. Even toast. She's sure darn happy about it.

babies....

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Project # 1: In the beginning....

In the beginning, there was a young twenty something girl with a really good paying job who was whiling way the days spending money and hanging out with friends. Before she even knew what happened this carefree young sprite was married, thirty-something and a stay at home mom of three girls. Watch the mayhem ensue as she navigates her way through a maze of Polly Pockets and fights back an endless supply of dirty laundry and dishes.

The project I propose is Motherhood. Are you ready?