Sick-kid-pity-party

I'm throwing an I have sick kiddos pity-party today! Anyone want to come? If you supply the cheese, there's plenty of Whine around here to go with it! Unfortunately (and I know this will come as a GREAT shock to some) I have zippo patience for the extra whining, "Mom-mee, I neeeed you!s" and the hanging on my leg. Although, I do appreciate that both of my kiddos actually requested to take a nap yesterday. Um, Heck yea!! Okay. I'm through whining now. Go about your business.

What's seriously kicking my booty!

LAUNDRY!!!!

As some of you may know, we've been packing up a lot of stuff and prepping the house to look fabulous for selling. I've been busier than usual with said projects, plus 4 kiddos, a husband who's in the throws of studying for his final and biggest board test ("Down with part IV!!!"), book reports (Kolbi's, yuck!), well you get the picture . . . . my point is, basically . . . I'm a big whiner!

Anyhoo, laundry has kind of fallen by the wayside, and in a house of 6, that means we've been buried in laundry. And let me tell you, someone has a stinky sock problem in this household!! Uh, Not pretty!

Yesterday and today have been laundry catch-up day. It's a good thing my little washer and dryer are such clydesdale work horses trapped in a shetland pony body (Boy do I ever dream of those lovely, spacious front loaders where you can wash a jillion pairs of jeans, all the towels in the house and a mattress at the same time!) These poor things are moaning and puffing, "I think I can! I think I can!"

Sadly, these pictures don't even represent all of the laundry stuck in individual laundry baskets. On a Pollyanna side note . . . we are truly blessed to have enough clothes to prevent unwanted nudity in our house. (although certain members of this household are perfectly pleased with the skin they're in and prefer to show it off with a few well-placed accessories rather than cover it up with frivolous drapings and trappings).

Poor Aiden can attest that mom sometimes gets in these overzealous "modes" (i.e., laundry mode, dishwashing mode, hair-cutting mode, etc.) and if you get in her way . . . well, it's your funeral.

What makes me fall off my chair laughing . . .

Two words . . . The Office.


I just can't get enough!

Just a little Hallow's Eve cute-ness

I Supah-Man! To res-cue!

Once again, it's time to pull out the old costumes and try to figure out what we will be for Halloween this year (My kids favorite holiday because they actually get to consume an obscene amount of candy. Yea, the day after is going to be a BLAST!). These try-out pics just make me giggle every time.

Zoe ran through the house with her hands in front of her yelling, "Supah-Man, to wes-cue!"


Wow, I have Buff kids!!

Notice anything different?

Okay friends, I know I've been A.W.O.L for a Looooooong time. I've been a bit busy to say the least (I know, "Wah! Wah! Wah! Somebody call the Wah-mbulance!"). But not all of it was bad business. Can you tell what was awesome about my October???? (Is anybody out there still even checking this pathetic blog anymore? Oh well.)

Woo Hoo! Finally a new post!! (a.k.a. Heard in the Trenches)

Aiden was clicking a pen over and over again . . . Click-click, click-click, click-click. . . . He stops and looks at me, "Mom, am I going to waste all of the gas out of this pen?"

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Zoe: (speaking to Grandma on the phone) "Bolbi, Nonah go skoo." (Kolbi and Jonah are going to school).

Grandma: "Are you going to play nice with Aiden while they're at school?"

Zoe: "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Dat's funny!"

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We heard the song on the radio that says, "it's to late to apologize." (Apologize by Timbaland) I guess it got stuck in Jonah's head. Later he gathered the kids for an impromptu concert where he stood up on the plastic play table and, in his best operatic voice, began singing, "It's too late to college eyes!"

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Aiden was making a lot of noise digging through the toys in the other room. Zoe walks in and says, "A heck a do-een Aiden?!" Then she returned to me and stated, "I heck-een a Aiden" (I'm hecking at Aiden)

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Aiden: (Struggling against getting his face washed after a meal) "Mom! If you put this water on people's faces it makes them die!"

Me: (Exasperated) "Well, it was nice knowing you."

Aiden: (shocked enough to hold still) "You'd let me die!?"

Me: (finally wiping him clean) "But I would miss you very much dear."

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I have for some time suspected that my children lie in wait for the moment when nature calls to me so they can get into trouble. I had this suspicion confirmed when I witnessed the children huddling and speaking in hushed tones. Aiden broke from the group and asks me, "Mom, could you go to the bathroom for a few minutes so we can do something?"

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Aiden found a little light and began performing impromptu medical exams on us.

Aiden: "Mom, let me see in your ear. Closer. Closer. Clooosser. (sticks his light firmly into my ear.) Oh, your a little crumby in your ear."

To Chris: "Open your mouth. (peeks in) Oh no! you have a little tooth behind your lungs! (we all laugh) I'm serious!"

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Jonah: (Out of the blue) "Mom, which would you choose? Getting stung by a bee or wasp, oooorr . . . getting . . . your arm cut off?"

Me: (smiling) "I'd definitely have to go with the bee sting."

Jonah: "Oh. Ok." (walks away)

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Aiden: "Mom, see this dot right here on my arm? That's called a frickle."