So, the kids are prepping for the best day of the year--if you're under 15 and a sugar addict. Yep, Halloween. They loved their costumes so much from last year that they're wearing them again. That's a double score for me. I won't feel the need to try to trick them into dressing up in a theme, bet your buttons I do it every year. I'll also have more time to spend enjoying the season and take less time searching for coordinating gloves and mustaches.
Right, back to the point (having kids constantly interjecting makes me feel like I've got ADHD).
Last year the kiddos were super heroes and I was a super villain (ha, yes it Was a costume !).
This year I've considered many options, the first of which being the most obvious choice : not dressing up.
I'm on the fence about it, but I've become mildly enamored of The Dangeraffe!!!!! Hero to many.

I feel I could embody what the Dangeraffe stands for. It also fits pretty well with the kids supers theme.
Though, I think that my husband may take issue with being The Henchster (the giant henchmen hamster).
All of this undoubtedly is a very obscure topic, unless you happen to have small people in your house too. Phineas and Ferb is a phenomenon of my children's generation that cannot be denied. In my opinion in this case also may need to be fabricated from paper mache.
So, I'll continue to consider making a giant giraffe head and asking my husband to be a hamster, it should go over well.
Right??
Let ya know.

We've had another eventful week around here.
Our youngest daughter is potty training. I went to wipe her bottom two days ago and discovered she'd POOPED A PENNY! Note:if you are easily grossed out you are reading the wrong blog, and you should look away...
Now!

I couldn't believe my eyes. Yes, what you are looking at is a poop encrusted penny. Sorry, U.S. Mint. If it's illegal to tamper with money my child may have broken the law.
I asked her every way I could think of how much money she'd eaten. First she told me , "I didn't eat any monies!!" Which I knew couldn't be true, cause I was gawking at her poop penny.
I asked again, this time with visual aids.
" How many coins did you eat?", I questioned.
Her reply was, "three, four, five, six monies, mommy".
Just then my son's teacher arrived and we filled her in on why we were hanging out in the bathroom.
I told her that our daughter had eat somewhere between none (though, I wasn't buying that ) and six coins.
Her reply was, "She's a PIGGY BANK!".
She had a point. I have been pondering since then exactly how much money she's got stashed.
I guess if she stops making poopy then I need to worry. I called her Dr. and the nurse I reached acted like I was telling her taboo information. So, I almost felt dumb for calling. Wouldn't you though?
Oh my sweet little girl, what will you think up next?

Don't you ever get tired of hearing that things are great, grand, fine or perfect???
Sometimes in life things are not any of those things.

Sometimes things just are lame.

I talked to my greatest friend today and she told me just a few of the woes she's facing. Things are flat out lame for her right now. She's got all the things most people deal with in the course of any year, but she's got them all at once.
I am very proud of my friend for doing her best to stay positive about her situation , I had trouble doing that just listening to all the obstacles she tackling. How much can one person take before they snap??
Stand by to find out, I'll let you know how she does.

Many other people in my life want to slap a happy face on everything (even when it doesn't deserve one). I feel like lately everyone else i talk to wants to show me the bright damn side of everything.

Typically, I'm an optimist, I'm just not also a liar. In this case I had to go with the dark side instead and agree with her that things are a bummer. That's not to say I didn't encourage her, but I can admit that the whole thing is huge mess.
I'll be very very glad when things work out, as they always seem to for her. However, it's going to be amazing to see. Life's not cutting her any breaks.

I try not to complain.

Ha, ok that's not totally true. I complain, but don't want to be a whiner about it.

Ok, so all holy hell broke loose here this morning. The baby is sick (as usual, thanks immune problem! :/ ) and he was awake most of the night coughing, being booger covered, and needing me. I babysat for a friend last night so we didn't even go to sleep until nearly midnight to begin with. Then I was up with the baby.
That wasn't this morning , you're right. Getting to the point....

This morning with a big 2 hours of sleep under my belt ,I got up to feed the ducks.

Our middle one was five minutes into a ten minute tantrum, when the baby started to get in on the act.
I had one nearby losing his mind. I also had one wallowing into my lap while he cried and rubbed his boogery face all over me. Did I mention I was attempting to get everyone fed and ready to go to our day of basketball games?
Aye!
This went on the entire morning. It was a symphony of crankiness.
I tried to keep my cool.
They can smell fear you know.
It wasn't a compete success on their part until someone spilled water. How? Oh you'll see...
While I cleaned that up the bathroom door was simultaneously left open, by a big kid ,and the baby threw a video game into the toilet.
They broke me (mentally at least) temporarily. Ha, hate to admit. I usually I make them believe that 5 to one still is completely manageable, but today i knew they could have mounted a revolution.
I didn't let them know it though, it'd ruin my street cred.
Keep you posted on developments with their uprising.