Baby Girl’s 8th Birthday

Baby Girl’s 8th Birthday

So somehow I forgot to post about Baby Girl’s birthday! How on earth could I do that? Well, my baby is now 8 years old and things are definitely changing around here. She still likes to cuddle, but she’s getting so tall I basically have to fold her into a pretzel when she sits on my lap. She stands up to her sister now, which throws Diva Girl right off her game. She’s had to back down a couple of times just because she had no comeback for Baby Girl’s ‘burns’. Baby Girl plays soccer now and you can tell that she pays attention to her sister because the girl has some moves! Her confidence has definitely developed. A lot has changed. That includes her attitude. My sweet and quiet little girl has developed a very big attitude…

Oh, my. Someone is definitely following in her older sister’s footsteps!

Pray for me.



Happy Birthday to me!

Thanks for the card and the cupcake

And the Birthday song

I’m so blessed

Happy birthday to me!

Stopping fighting with your sister

No you can’t play video games, it’s a school night

Yes, I know I’m mean

Happy birthday to me

Let me just wash these dishes

Yes, hubby of mine, I’d like your help

But you seem really busy watching that game

Happy birthday to me!

Its bath time, everybody upstairs


Don’t make me start counting!

Happy birthday to me

Yes little girl in the pink tutu, I’m talking to you too


Seriously…I still have to count?

Happy birthday to me!

I will not swear on my birthday

I will not swear on my birthday

At least not out loud.

Happy birthday to me!

Is it bedtime yet?



I Quit

I Quit

To whom it may concern,

Please take this letter as my official two weeks notice. I hereby resign from my position as mom, mommy,  mama, problem solver, janitor, advisor, wife and keeper of everyone’s sanity.
I will be taking a well deserved month long vacation to recuperate. Please do not offer me a better salary as no amount of money can tempt me to continue to convince, cajole, cry and chastise. I will no longer kiss boo boos, soothe disappointments and referee squabbles. I am through scrubbing up stains,  picking up toys and locating lost items that are really really needed at the last minute. I quit I tell you. I will not succumb to wet kisses, strong hugs, precocious smiles and ‘I love you’. I’m sorry but I am thoroughly immune to all attempts to get me to remain in this position. I will be vacating my present accommodations in a timely manner after I snuggle with two very cute children (aka my daughters). However do not take this for a sign of weakness. I’m really leaving this time. I mean it.

Yours truly,
Tired, fed up mom

P.s. just hold onto this for the next time I pack it in.

Almost Back to School

Almost Back to School

Time really does fly doesn’t it?

I mean with wings and all!

One day it was Baby Girl’s 5th birthday and the next we are in August and I’m going through their closets to determine what is needed for back to school.


Back to the regular routine and rushing the girls every morning to get ready…

Arguing about clothes, breakfast and moving just a little faster.

We’ve had a really good summer, I guess that’s why I’m having a hard time thinking about getting back into the school routine.

Who knows…

Maybe it’ll be me that has to be told to hurry up and eat my breakfast on that first day.

Round One…

Round One…

One of the teachers at Baby girl’s daycare laughed at me today when I complained about the fighting that went on this morning between my 2 lovely tyrants. She laughed even harder when I explained that I was an only child.

I obviously don’t get the whole sibling rivalry thing. I do have half-sisters but we didn’t grow up together so all of this heated competition; struggle for attention and determination to be better than the other is all foreign to me.

So when I see Diva girl and Baby girl fighting over a pencil when there are 10 other pencils in the pencil case or when they are screaming at each other over who should sit on the left side of the couch when there is also the middle and the right side of the couch not to mention the loveseat…I am completely baffled.

I’m learning to let them work things out, but sometimes I just want to send them both to their rooms so I can have a few moments of peace.

The funny thing is, they fight like crazy but if I try to separate them for too long then I end up being the bad guy because they want to be with each other.


I guess being six and three means they’re still too young to move out?



Baby girl gave me the countdown the other day…yes, that’s what I said…the countdown.

It was bath time and she wasn’t in the mood to cooperate with Mommy. So she was running around and causing lots of mischief. Now Baby girl knows when she’s pushing the boundaries and she also knows just how darn cute she is so sometimes she tries to use her adorability factor to try to get away with stuff. She will just throw her head back and laugh as she refuses to put on her PJ’s or she’ll give me the big brown puppy dog eyes when I catch her putting her barrettes in her juice.

But I was tired and it was time for the girls to go to bed, plus Diva girl really wanted a story before she went to sleep so I was trying to factor all that in and make sure they still went to bed at a decent hour.


Well Baby girl wasn’t interested. Now, I had 2 choices…


Firm tone with consequences.

Yelling was my first inclination (yeah I know…bad mommy).

I went with the firm tone just so you know. Then I gave her the countdown.

1-2-3-4…..don’t let me get to 5

This usually works quite well, as the girls know that waiting until 5 is not their best option. Privileges and treats are in jeopardy and the threat of time spent in their room looms over them.

Well, she let me get to 5. Yes, she did. So she was put in her room while I helped Diva girl get ready for bed.

Now that the attention was no longer on her, Baby girl proceeded to wail at the top of her lungs (she was laughing in between so don’t feel too bad). Then she decided she wanted me to come help her get dressed after all, to which I said “When you are ready to listen to Mommy, then I will come back in there…”

The child started counting…

Now Diva girl is staring at me in shock and then she burst out laughing. I told her to stop and she said…

“But Mommy, it’s so funny!” and since I was trying not to laugh myself, I told her to try to laugh quietly so Baby girl didn’t hear us.

One…two….’free’….four….DON’T LET ME GET TO FIVE MOMMY!

What’s Happening…

What’s Happening…

Diva girl lost her two front teeth at the top. She got $8.50 (yes I was scrounging for change) and thank goodness she was happy with that.

Baby girl’s last swim class was today and we can all breathe a sigh of relief (until next Spring at least). Of course the last class was the only one where she didn’t cry (actually scream) through the whole thing. Makes sense…

Diva girl has been introduced to the ‘S’ word, the ‘F’ word and the finger…and she’s only in grade 1!

Baby girl has learned the art of manipulation. She’s realized that a few tears and telling her daycare teacher to call her mommy repeatedly will get me there sooner than normal. Throw in a refusal to eat her lunch and its game over. Until I get there and then she smiles as bright as the sun and eats two muffins in one sitting.

‘Me time’ consists of 20 minutes reading time before Baby girl wakes up on Saturday morning at 6:30 am. Something she and her sister refuse to do during the week when I need to get all 3 of us out of the house on time. If I let them they would both sleep until 8:30!

Tantrums, colds, vomit on the stairs, growing pains and attitude with a capital ‘TUDE’!


That was just the month of October!