Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I moved!

Not far:)
Just right over here at www.mamacowx6.wordpress.com

This lovely little blogger blog will stay put for now, I just won't be adding any new posts:)
Get your passport stamped and come have a visit, we'll chat over Dove chocolate and Chamomile tea. It'll be fun:)

Thursday, February 5, 2009


Sick today, except for when everyone left, then I put on an American in Paris and got my tapshoes on and scared the freaking daylights out of the cats.

I lie, the cats were cool with it but shuffle-shuffle-tap doesn't sound so very awesome on carpet.

So now that my path to the scary hot place is firmly established by my web of deep and never ending lies how is your day going?

I am sick, so I think is Caleb or maybe the Thera-flu hasn't kicked in yet, don't know, I do know that there is enough dry ramen noodle around to comfortably feed that nice mouse family who moved in last week, I saw the kittens helping unpack so I know it will be useless sending the eviction notice thru them, anyway were was I? Oh yes my house, its dirty, I am sick, but even in my grave affliction I bring you Glad Tiding Of Great Joy via the book Horseradish I don't want to spoil it for you but here is one of my favorite bitter truths:)

Ahem, Lemony Snicket ladies and gentlemen a quote from his book Horseradish,

Siblings who claim to get along all the time are most definitely hiding something

Pure Genius people:)

Going to drink some more Theraflu and buff my tapshoes.


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Sunshine and Daisies, oh ya and whining kids

You hear alot about what kids pick up from public school (besides the flu and lice) well I confess to being surprised and annoyed to find out the thing at our elementary school is baby talk, I know it comes from school for a couple of reasons:

1. My kids know better then to talk like a baby, it makes me want to harm cute cuddly things. Even my babies talk better then babies:)
2. I went to the school the other day and a couple of girls came up to me Mrs. Atwater can Awice come pway , pwease, pwetty pwease! Typing cannot do justice to the way these girls talked, and it is not just 1st grade its Kindergarten and 2nd too! Those poor teachers.....

So when I was folding laundry the other and two of my darling daughter came up to me with full out pouty lips I warned them and warned them well, listen children If One Baby Word Comes Out Of Your Pretty Little Lips You Will REGRET IT TILL THE DAY YOU DIE!
Happily the lips went back to normal and we had a nice little talk on talking like babies.
I don't think this is the end of it but at least we have had the talk so now when bad things happen they can't say they haven't been warned:)
My kids receive punishments by having dearly beloved things taken away for a little while, the length depending on the crime, so stop being worried I take them out to the woodshed for a nice long spanking session, which from personal experience teaches nothing but fear, not right and wrong:)

Monday, February 2, 2009

Inner Rage

Staring at the wall today, calm, still and silent. At least that is what it looked like.
Inside my soul I was having an all-out tantrum, ranting, raving and cursing life, it really doesn't matter what it was all about, the point is that we all have are pretty little I am so blessed and happy and my oh my maybe even lucky days, then every now and then the paranoia sets in and we know, we know, that life is out to get us, sunshine and daisies are the illusion to keeping us docile and compliant.
Me? Right now I feel better, I think I would even better if I could throw something or better yet break something but whatever maybe that will come later, we will see:)

Sunday, February 1, 2009

A tad obsessed maybe?

So Elli is two and she still has a bottle ( I know, I know I swore to never let my kids have a bottle past one, I am a miserable failure, blah, blah, blah.)

There are a few signs she is a bit obsessive about her bottle, it wasn't until yesterday I realized just how far she has gone. Here is what happened;

Elli's aunt Cindi made her a small crocheted blanket for her doll, all is well until she ditches the doll after a couple of days and adopted a pink elephant, the elephant is loving the matching new blanket until yesterday when I find the poor elephant abandoned and crying underneath the dining table, apparently he was blanket-less and cold and headed straight for the island of lost toys, I went in search of the blanket and neglectful momma, I found her snuggled up to her bottle on the couch the little crocheted blanket wrapped lovingly around it, she looked up at me smiling, bottles blanky she said and then she literally shhh'd me.

Is therapy the next step? My plans for going all cold turkey on her seem somehow cruel and destined to cause severe mental trauma at this point, I already tried a phasing out and that didn't work out to well, this is a girl who is dedicated and loyal.
I'll take either suggestions or crochet patterns. Or both:)