Yes, I did that...

Why yes. Yes I did just mediate a fight between my two children.
Not blog worthy you contend...

It was about whether or not "chicken" and "macaroni" rhyme.

A Lunch Outing

We went to Del Rancho today for lunch. They serve way too much food so I ordered the chicken basket for me and Zac to share. I cut up one of the chicken strips for him so it would cool off and I put it on a napkin. He was much more interested in eating the french fries and the Texas toast than the chicken.

Me: "You haven't even touched any of that chicken."

Zac: *manhandling every single piece of chicken on the napkin, but not sticking any of it in him mouth*
"Ok, now I touched all of the chicken Mommy."

Shoo

Mady just kicked me out of her room.

Really, she said, "Shoo, shoo." and proceeded to shut the door behind me.
Why?
So she could listen to Taylor Swift by herself.
Oh, the teenage angst of a 6 year old kindergartner. (Haha)

Recant

So, we were eating dinner last night and one of us said something about busting a schmegegi. Matt looks at me and says, "Which incidentally I didn't make up. Just in case Nickelodeon ever wants to sue us, I got it from an episode of 'Rugrats' a long time ago."

So, I lied. Matt didn't make up the word schmegegi. I recant.

P.S. Nickelodeon: Please don't sue us, it wouldn't be worth your while...promise.

Demoted

Zac: "You're not a girl, you're just Mama."

Worse than I Thought

I have big eyebrows. They are not delicate.
I am not artistic. I cannot make my eyebrows look delicate without help.
I last had my eyebrows waxed in November when the nail tech giving me a manicure told me, "You need new eyebrows." I guess she was saying what other people were thinking but didn't have the guts to say.
I need to have them waxed again and I plan to go first thing in the morning.
I was telling Matt about my plans.

Mady: "Yeah, above your eyes it looks like two bushy squirrels on your head."

Growing

I have a 3 year old! As of yesterday, February 16, 2011, my son, Zac, is 3! I've seen this coming. I can count. So, why does it catch me off guard every time my sweet babies turn a year older?? Zac has gone from this:




To This:
In absolutely no time at all.

I try not to get too sentimental about my kids growing up. After all, that is what life is about. We grow, we change, we mature. I try to just enjoy every moment; to revel in their discoveries and accomplishments; but every once in a while it gets me. Every once in a while, I just want them to stay babies. I remind myself I am only almost 30. I have so much life ahead of me. So much time to enjoy every single milestone. So...Happy Birthday Zac! I will not be sad...I will celebrate with you!

As Madelyn reminds me: "But I have to grow up, Mommy, Jesus wants me to get big and grow up."
She is right.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

Schmegegi

Matt made up a word. Schmegegi...(schmuh-geg-ee). I don't know if it means head or bottom. But I do know how to use it in a sentence because we do it all the time.
Example: "Don't bust your Schmegegi."

We say this to the kids all the time. "Yes, you can go play in the snow, just don't bust your schmegegi." "Don't run on the tile in your socks or you'll bust your schmegegi." "Be careful getting out of the truck, it's raining and you don't want to bust your schmegegi." I'm not sure why a schmegegi must always be busted, but that's the way it is.

Zac was getting out of the truck inside the garage. It was raining outside and the garage floor had gotten wet from the truck tires. I know from experience (busting my own schmegegi...in this case meaning bottom...and it was not pleasant) that the garage floor is extremely slick when wet.

Mommy: "Zac, be careful getting out please the floor is wet."
Zac: "I will be careful. I won't bust my spaghettis."

Percy is Daddy's favorite

Zac is obsessed with Thomas the Train. I try not to use the word obsessed lightly and I certainly am not when I refer to Thomas. We have no less than 20 Thomas titles in our Netflix instant queue and almost just as many actual trains in his room. In fact, he turns 3 this coming Wednesday, the 16th, and he is having (what else) a Thomas birthday party where probably all he will be getting as gifts are Thomas items.

Zac pretty much likes each character equally, but if he had to pick a favorite, it just might be Percy. You should hear him say it. It's like Puwsy. Which kinda sounds like a word meaning cat. Matt and I get a kick out of hearing him say it. Sometimes he says, "I gotta find my big Puwsy." Other times he says, "Look at my Puwsy." Matt and I make eye contact give each other a little smirk and never ever say anything.

My favorite Percy saying from Zac:

He asked me to pick a train. I told him I would take Percy.
Zac: "No, Puwsy is for Daddy. Puwsy is Daddy's fabewit (favorite)."

Wanna Trade??...Please

It is only round 2 day 2 of February's plethora of snow days. Mady only goes to Kindergarten for 2 hours and 20 minutes each day, but somehow those 2 hours and 20 minutes help keep me sane. Last week Mady was out of school for snow Tuesday through Friday. This week she went to school Monday and Tuesday but here's the deal: IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!! I must be a bad mother. I'd be willing to accept the fact that there are much better mothers out there than I.

This morning Mady was in her bedroom, in her bed bawling. The whole She-bang. Sobbing, snotting, heaving, boo-hooing. It was bad.

I ask her what is wrong.

Mady: "Nothing"
Me: "Ok, did you hurt yourself?"
Mady: "No!"
Me: "Can I do anything to help you?"
Mady: "No"
Me: "Mady! What on earth is wrong with you??"
Mady: "I don't want to go to the Li-brar-eeee."
I did not say this but of course I'm thinking...Seriously!?! You are bawling because you don't want to go to the library???
What I said was, "Gee whiz, we don't have to go to the library if you are that upset about it."
The bawling continued. She bawled about brushing her hair. She bawled about putting on her shoes. She bawled about not being able to reach the socks in her drawer. You name it, she cried about it.
Then she decided she really did want to go to the library and proceeded to check out several books.

I decided it would be easier to raise a 6 year old boy. I am proposing a trade...

Anybody??...Anybody??... Wanna Trade?? I don't blame you...

Announcement

Mady is pretty funny. She, and well, I may as well admit it, the rest of us too, think farts are pretty funny. Yes, I said farts. And yes, we think farts are funny...and we also say the word fart. It's okay...really, it is.
We had just watched Shrek Forever After and during the credits when they play all the fun music, my kids were rockin' out. They were being a little crazy and Mady let a little toot. I say a little toot because it was little. In fact, she made up her own word to describe it. She said, "That was a little chucklet." Matt and I thought it was hilarious! Actually, we were laughing so hard she knew I would have to share the whole thing...resulting in the outburst,

"Yeah, make sure you tell all your facebook friends about that, why don't ya?!?"

Embracing Commercialism

Mady's been a little under the weather recently. She's had a stuffy nose and has been blowing it a lot today. We're not really brand specific when it comes to facial tissues, but usually we buy whatever brand name is the cheapest. (We don't do store brand tissues or toilet paper) After blowing her nose she looks at me and says, "Man, Mommy, that Puffs commercial got it right. These Kleenex's are rough. I want Puffs."