I've Moved!

If you know me in real life, the following will not be a big surprise.

I don't do well with change.

Remember when Ritz crackers came in the brown wax paper? Now they come in the brown plastic stuff. I am forced to comment on that change every time I see Ritz crackers. I think the ol' switcheroo happened years ago, and I'm still not over it.

Left to my own devises, I think I would still be driving the 1972 Green Super Beetle I drove in high school. I don't know where I would attach the 3rd child...hmm... This isn't to say that I don't love my current ride. I just don't like to make the change.

Now that I've typed that, maybe it's the decision part I don't like. Once my mind is made up, don't confuse me with facts.

So, weeks ago I set up a new blog home. I am just now planning to use it. I have even been avoiding entries because I wasn't ready to make the move! My new home has room for "family time" (pictures of my little ones that I don't want to share with the world- email me or comment and I'll get the password to you). I hope you will visit often.

Now that I've made the announcement and the work is done, I feel like embracing swimminginlaundry.wordpress.com!

To Quote Someone: "Shit Happens"

I am rendered speechless as pictures are worth a thousand words.

This print is made from organic matter and was created by hand.

Are We There Yet?

The boys were dressed the same (Grandma thinks that's cute). I think I might have mixed them up as I was loading them into their car seats. Traffic was heavy and I couldn't get either of them to admit to being Bigweld. They were determined that there were two Herbies in the car! This is a new game they've started. I don't think it's all that funny.

It's a long way to Grandma's house, one vehicle at a time...

Boy on drivers' side: "Pickup"
Boy on passengers' side: "Car"

And then, I lost track. I just heard two very similar voices.

"Big Truck"
"SLUG BUG"
"Car"
"Car"
"Dump Truck"
"Back Hoe"
"NO, that a digger"
"Oh"
"SLUGBUGSLUGBUG"
"Big Truck"
"Little Truck"
"GT6"
"Tractor"
"Hey, that like Gampa's Tractor"
"Mustang"

Sin Loves Company

Violet gets into the car. She is very grouchy. I warn her that there are consequences for being disrespectful. She continues to be rude. I start to give the "you're making some bad choices" speech when she blurts out with: "I wish I hadn't sinned" (was this a healthy sense of guilt or a cry for absolution or frustration in not being able to play a Curious George computer game?) I then chime in with, "I wish you hadn't either" (I might have chuckled. Bad Mommy.) ...Silence...followed by more silence...Then I hear a rather loud Violet voice blurt out "YOU'VE SINNED TOO" (hmmm...was she pointing out the painfully obvious or was she embarrassed and in need of company on her walk of shame?)

It Depends On Your Definition of "Is"

Per Violet, Mrs. H (her kindergarten teacher) "knows a lot more than mama". Recently, one of Violet's classmates said "heck". Mrs. H explained that when you say "heck" it is just like saying "hell". This seems like sound logic to me. It's the application of the logic that gives me some trouble.

Violet: "I snuck up on Gram" (insert 6 year old girl giggle here) "and I scared the hell out of her" (insert "and I'm very proud of myself" face here).
Me: "Really?"
Violet: "Yup"

Headline: NEW BLOG FOUND

I just read this new blog. The writter is witty, clever, and cute. She is new to the blogosphere and deserves a nice welcome. So, Wise Readers, check it out, leave a nice comment, and let me know what you think.

Ok, Ok, the new blogger is my youngest sister. I have been teasing her for months about being over 20 years old AND having a myspace account. She has finally set up a beautiful blog. Reading her entries allows me to meet another side of her. I am amazed by her creativity, love for life, and her honesty. It is an honor to call her sister and friend.

Happy Blogging, Sis.

This Beautiful Mess

This tree (which Violet loves to climb) blooms in early spring, just in time to assure me that winter really will end again this year. It then drops nasty, slimy petals all over the yard and, some years, it actually blooms twice. The Pilot threatens to cut it down each time he is outside cleaning up its' mess. I think we must secretly love mess-makers: twin boys, two rescued cats, leaky old British cars, basements, and tractor sheds (that house the boys favorite "Gampa dirt").

Looking To Expand Your Resume?

I swore I would NEVER buy size 5 diapers! GROSS!

Why can't my almost 3 year old twin boys figure out how to use the toilet on a regular basis?...ugh...I am seriously looking to outsource their potty training. Anyone brave enough to take on such a task? Just leave a comment and I WILL get in touch with you immediately. Pay is dependent on rate of success. (The Pilot is willing to trade a life-time of buddy passes to anyone who can "complete" the training course.)