I don't feel good.

DISCLAIMER: I am posting this on She's Just Jealous as well.

I hear this phrase no less than 15 time a day. No exaggeration. It makes me cringe every time I hear it, just for the mere fact that there is going to be a list of problems that my hypochondriac four year old "has." And this girl can make up problems with the best of them. It must be a Martin trait that she has inherited (good at making crap up). As soon as I say, "No, your tummy feels fine," her "head hurts," and then her ankle is going to bleed, and then she might throw up at school if she goes, or poop her pants because all of the sudden she has chronic diarrhea, or just possibly her skin might start getting blue and pink stripes on it which then will make her fingers start to swell, in turn making them possibly pop off if she has to buckle herself up. Because heaven forbid that she does something that she doesn't just LOVE to do or that isn't her idea.

I was so frustrated with it, I didn't even make her go to school, in fear of her contracting the hantavirus. After losing count how many sicknesses she came down with during the night, and bawling for 2o minutes, she was sent back to her room to "feel better." Because as we all learned when we pulled this stunt ourselves when we were little, if you are too sick to go to school, you are too sick to play. And sure enough, five minutes after missing the carpool and me losing my cool (surprise surprise), she felt totally fine when she found out she couldn't watch TV or play with friends that day. I made her stay in her bed for a whole 20 minutes or so, until I got sick of her yelling, "MOM! Can I come out yet?! I feel better!" Then our day started. Needless to say, she didn't stay in her room the whole day, BUT I didn't let her play with friends... I know I'm tough. Speaking of tough, the husband is not. He totally falls for every issue, problem, or sickness that arises with her. Therefore, I am yelling at two people convincing the both of them that she is fine.

One day, I want to pull the "I don't feel good" card and not be able to do anything. Or throw a fit so that they will think I am tired and need to take a nap! Or be given everything I ever want or need in a five minute window... but then again, my house would be destroyed, I would get woken up to change a movie, and I would have to provide my own wants since I am "the adult". Oh, to be a kid again!

G's

The princess walks in the living room today wearing her Barbie dress-up and says, "MOM! Look! I'm wearing your G's" but said the word. (I don't know if it is appropriate to put that on here) Sure enough, she lifted her dress up and had both the top and bottom on under her dress. Yep. You heard it right! If only she knew they aren't the most attractive things ever!

Just a cute random pic of her.

YOU ARE CRAP!

are the words that came out of my four year olds mouth. Seriously. No joke. YOU. ARE. CRAP. Yelled at my sister in law. In front of the whole family. I was MORTIFIED. The sister-in-law laughed. The mom yelled. And the daughter cried. Apologies were said and we went home.

What the heck?! This girl has some major 'tude and I am having a hard time containing it. So K, please forgive my daughter. And I apologize for any thing she might say or do... we are working on self control and manners.

The meaning of Easter

Yesterday in nursery I had my kids repeat "Jesus was resurrected" so they could go home and tell their family what Easter was all about. One of the little 2 1/2 year olds was repeating it to me and said (I hope this isn't sacreligious) "Jesus was erected! Jesus was erected." Anyway, that was the highlight of my Easter!

Hot Dog

Makenna was watching my good friend Jill change her baby GIRL's diaper a couple of weeks ago. Makenna observed that Gracie has a "JJ" as we call it in our home. She then proceeded to tell Jill that she also had a "JJ". So Jill asked Kenna if Gavin had a JJ and Kenna said, "No, he has a HOT DOG!" Pretty observant little girl. I haven't ever told her about the different body parts because she has never asked. I feel like she is too young to know the actual names, so as for now, girls have JJ's and boys have hot dogs!!! Where did my child come from!?

Chocolate Cake

Well, this week has already been crazy and it is only Wednesday. I feel like I haven't been home more than 10 minutes and that my kids have only napped for about that long. Either way, I have a laundry list of things to do (including laundry) yet I am sitting here about to eat my second HUGE piece of chocolate cake. It is leftovers and I am assuming that I will be eating the whole thing by myself. I love chocolate cake without any frosting. Plus it is 100 times healthier! (I only wish). Now I know why Makenna said what she said in her prayers, and I quote!

Heavenly Father,

Bless me this night,
Please bless my mommy
Please bless my mommy's big tummy (mind you I am NOT expecting)
Please bless................. and went from there.

Needless to say, I went to the gym that night and sure enough, looked at my gut. I know it is a combination of stretched skin and fat, but still- how embarrassing and nasty! And now I have shared it with all ya'll. And don't say I don't have a gut, because kids don't lie! :)

WATCH OUT!

So I'm a bit of a klutz. I know, a shocker right? I don't know if a klutz is the right word but, I sometimes run into the wall as I'm turning the corner, whack my head on the freezer or cupboard door, slam my fingers into something, almost trip over the carpet... that sort of thing. So! (I can't believe I'm admitting this)

A few weeks ago I was driving down a road that was lined with orange barricades, and somehow I hit one. I wasn't distracted, but yeah, I hit one. And it scared the crap out of me. It bent my passenger side mirror in and then knocked the actual mirror out of the mirror frame so it was flapping and slamming against my window. I also got some rubber on the side of my car, but no body damage (thank goodness). I felt stupid, but laughed it off and all was well.

SO! I was driving again the other day and there were road signs and barricades on the side of the road and my 2 1/2 year old says, "MOM! Watch out for the orange signs!" Thats right. Makenna knew I had hit it the first time, and was telling me to be careful! Isn't that horrible?! :) I got a real good laugh out of that. Hopefully I won't hit anything else. Unless it is in Brents hearse.

The End.

HI MAMA!

YAY! Gavin has FINALLY said MAMA. The first two times he said it we were in the car and I thought I heard him say it. Then Makenna said "Mom, Gavin said Mommy!" I was so happy. He has said it since. He also says HI. He has said it for quite sometime, but it doesn't always sound like it. I think we have said it so much to him that he picked up on it. I'm sure no one believes me, but I swear he says it. Next, I'm sure he'll say- Hi MAMA, you are the best mama ever and you rock!"

I took these pictures right before church today. Isn't he a little stud muffin!?

White Trash

I bought Makenna a new nightgown the other day and let her wear it that afternoon. After she put it on she asked, "Mom, do I look like white trash!?" Seriously. I swear I have never said she looks like what trash before!