Just a quick thought

Tuesday afternoon I was driving around town with my two yr old daughter when out of the back seat I hear, "Mommy, I have crabs!" I almost wrecked my car! I whipped around thinking Oh My God! What in the hell could you possibly know about something like that, you're only two! Then, who in the hell would even say something like that in front of her? What she meant was "I am a crab." She had taken off her sandals and put them on her hands as crab claws. I laughed so hard, I cried! These little ones are too much sometimes.....all I can think now is, thank goodness we weren't in public!

My two favorite little people

Two Years Down.....A Lifetime To Go.

Quiet Please!

How is it that we can't wait for our children to begin talking and when they do, we want them to be quiet? I couldn't wait for Priss to start really communicating with me. I had these wonderful fantasies of long conversations and in depth explanations of life's mysteries. (Have I mentioned yet that she was my first and I was completely clueless?) I was so excited when she started putting more and more words together, finally forming sentences that I could understand! Asking me questions about things and being truly curious about the world around her. I still lived with these ideas of somewhat "grown-up" talks. Dun dun dun.....and the questions came. And came and came and came. Now, I don't wish to hamper her excitement and curiousity, I just want some silence! Some peace and quiet. My favorite question is (when it is the two of us riding in the car), "is daddy here?" No honey daddy isn't here, he's at work. "why?" Because that's where he has to be on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, you get the point. "Oh ok. Is Noni here?" No Chloe, Noni is not here. "Where is she?" Probably working, Chloe. "Is Uncle Chuckles here?" and I am reduced to "Do you see him here?" "no mommy" Then he's not here, Chloe." And so we go through the role call of everyone she knows. Argh....Really, I'm not bitching. I'm very proud of her language skills and her intelligence, and like I said before I DO NOT WANT TO HAMPER her excitement for learning but geez does it have to be all waking hours?
Needless to say I am attemting to prolong the "baby" stages with my son. Not really so that I won't have two of them asking me thousands of questions, but because I need him to be a baby longer than she was. My last child, I want it to linger for a while.

This is my boytoy, scooterbug, scrunchybear and just plain old pissed off. I love this picture of him even though he is obviously very, very upset. I'm amazed that even screaming bloody murder I think he's absolutely sweet and perfect. I wonder what was going through his mind at that moment.

Wish I had this captured on film....

to be able to one day say to my daughter, look at what a maniac you were! Of course there are many moments throughout the day that make me shake my head in humour and frustration but this one time was the funniest/most outrageous thing I think she's ever done.
A friend was over (a very close friend we call Uncle Geeves), helping me out on a Saturday with the kids. We had only been home from the hospital with the new baby, Jack, for about two weeks so I was having some difficulties keeping up with one extremely rambuctious 2 1/2 yr old and one fresh from the oven. I was also suffering pretty severely with post-partum depression as I have suffered with depression for most of my adolescent and adult life. Okay...way off the road. Back on please...Princess Priss is in usual form, running around the house making as much noise and mess as possible when suddenly she gets vewy vewy quiet..............."Chloe" I called tentatively. As all moms know, when they get vewy vewy quiet, worry. "Yes mommy, I'm in your woom", "Well hun, what are you doing?" Nophing mommy, jus lookin around. OK" "Well maybe you should come out here and play with Uncle Geeves for a while" "OK mommy" and out of my bedroom bounds Princess Stripper, stripped of course and accesorized with a pair of mommy's hot pink thongs, the hips pulled up over her shoulders so it looks similar to what pro wrestlers wear but with the crotch of the thongs wedged firmly up her tiny hieny and what she likes to call her badina. I thought Uncle Geeves was going to die! He turned bright red, started muttering under his breath....what a riot! I will never forget how her little butt looked in those bright pink thongsand that at that moment I realized I had created a little me.
Love to the little reminders of who we were and who we are. What an incredible way to live...

The Princess Priss

So here she is. My pride and joy enjoying a nice leisurely sit on the toilet. My husband thought this was absolutrly the funniest damn thing he'd ever seen and to tell you the truth, me too! What a little boogernut she is! I suppose she's seen daddy do it so many times that she thinks it's just what you do when you when you go to the bathroom. It has now become our daily before shower ritual.

In the Beginning There was Blog

Here I am. I have finally made it to blogland. I hope I can fill this blog with wonderful storys and anecdotes, humor and emotion. I have, for a long time, been looking for an outlet. After reading many blogs, I think I have finally found it!

To those of you whose blogs I've been religiously reading...thank you. It's been so amazing finding you and reading about your lives. I am completely ignorant in this so as of now cannot set up links to your pages or give you full credit but sooon I will. Until then I will stumble around blindly trying to figure out what in the hell I'm doing! Any help would be so appreciated!