Can someone let Rondo know that he's not a tiny puppy anymore? Poor Sean is getting crushed!
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6.26.2013
6.25.2013
Tuesday's Tip (#34)
Here's a tip for you:
Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Keep the remote.
Do not let your children have the TV remote. If possible, don't ever teach them how to operate it. (Although, in this day & age, I'm pretty sure kids learn the ability to operate all electronics in utero.) Otherwise, these little creatures will invade your bedroom and turn on "kid TV." Then, they will leave the room. It will take you and your husband 15 minutes before you realize the children have left the room and you two are staring at some nonsense like this:
No, you're not tripping. Those animals are wearing hats. They're also talking, but I wanted to save you from the trauma of witnessing that. You're welcome. |
Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Have a tip to share? Or a suggestion for some more mature television? Feel free to leave a comment below...
6.22.2013
Summer Vacation
It's almost here. The end is in sight. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!
My kids just finished school yesterday. I have four more days next week. And then we're free. I can't wait. The best part of my job is the fact that I get this time off with the kids. I love not having to rush out of the house every morning like a bunch of lunatics. I love not running through the house looking for that missing blue sock or belt or whatever piece of uniform got stolen by elves (or hidden by Charlotte).
We go to the zoo, park, museum, beach, wherever we feel like. Sometimes there are no plans at all and that is perfect, too. Bring. It. On.
Here comes the summer.
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!
My kids just finished school yesterday. I have four more days next week. And then we're free. I can't wait. The best part of my job is the fact that I get this time off with the kids. I love not having to rush out of the house every morning like a bunch of lunatics. I love not running through the house looking for that missing blue sock or belt or whatever piece of uniform got stolen by elves (or hidden by Charlotte).
We go to the zoo, park, museum, beach, wherever we feel like. Sometimes there are no plans at all and that is perfect, too. Bring. It. On.
Here comes the summer.
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6.11.2013
Hiding
Charlotte has this quirky little habit and I think it needs a name. It's been going on for at least a year, but it seems to have ramped up in the last few months. Charlotte is a "hide-o-maniac." She suffers from a severe case of "hide-o-mania." Seeing as she is a pretty typical toddler, I feel like this behavior must already have a proper scientific name. If you know what it is, please fill me in.
If you were to come to my house, I would warn you not to put anything small or even remotely valuable anywhere that Charlotte can reach it. If you don't heed my warning, then don't complain to me later. It will be gone. Possibly forever. Take your car key, for example. I have found PJ's car key in with the bath toys. I found it right before I dumped all of those toys into the tub. It was a close call for that little electronic key. We've already had issues with that foolish key, so this was a nice save, for sure.
Yesterday, I was getting milk out of the fridge. Charlotte sidled up next to me and started rummaging in the door of the fridge. She pulled Rondo's collar out from behind the mayonnaise and announced, "Oh. That's where I put that." Um, what?
This morning, I was searching high and low for the spray cleaner. I knew I had just used it last night. I couldn't track it down anywhere. I ended up getting a new bottle from the closet and cleaning whatever the latest mess was. Then, I went to get something from the refrigerator and found the bottle of spray cleaner right on the shelf next to the spinach. That's normal, for sure.
The case for my phone was missing for a few days and eventually found with the bath toys. Three remote controls were in the drawers of my dresser. And numerous things have gone missing and have yet to be found. Charlotte is well aware of what she is doing. Usually, I can ask for a missing item and she will go get it (from inside the baby wipes container). She's so busy hiding things, though, that she often forgets where she puts them.
So, please. If you come over to my house, do so at your own risk:
If you were to come to my house, I would warn you not to put anything small or even remotely valuable anywhere that Charlotte can reach it. If you don't heed my warning, then don't complain to me later. It will be gone. Possibly forever. Take your car key, for example. I have found PJ's car key in with the bath toys. I found it right before I dumped all of those toys into the tub. It was a close call for that little electronic key. We've already had issues with that foolish key, so this was a nice save, for sure.
Yesterday, I was getting milk out of the fridge. Charlotte sidled up next to me and started rummaging in the door of the fridge. She pulled Rondo's collar out from behind the mayonnaise and announced, "Oh. That's where I put that." Um, what?
This morning, I was searching high and low for the spray cleaner. I knew I had just used it last night. I couldn't track it down anywhere. I ended up getting a new bottle from the closet and cleaning whatever the latest mess was. Then, I went to get something from the refrigerator and found the bottle of spray cleaner right on the shelf next to the spinach. That's normal, for sure.
The case for my phone was missing for a few days and eventually found with the bath toys. Three remote controls were in the drawers of my dresser. And numerous things have gone missing and have yet to be found. Charlotte is well aware of what she is doing. Usually, I can ask for a missing item and she will go get it (from inside the baby wipes container). She's so busy hiding things, though, that she often forgets where she puts them.
So, please. If you come over to my house, do so at your own risk:
And if you have a name for this compulsive hiding thing, could you let me know? It would be helpful if I ever need to get her treatment. ;)
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6.03.2013
Rocking It
How do you know when you're rocking this Monday morning?
- When you have so much difficulty putting on your tights that you're sweaty and out of breath. A sure sign of needing more cardio and some weight loss.
- When you almost crash your car because there is a spider on the ceiling. And then you make your 9 year old kill it. Which he doesn't do successfully. So you drive the rest of your commute waiting for that creepy little bugger to crawl onto your head.
- When you send the 4 year old to school without a jacket. In the pouring rain.
- When you get almost all the way to the babysitter's house before you realize that you put the 2 year old in the car with no shoes. Then you decide to go all the way back home to get them. Even better, you text the babysitter (from a red light) and she offers to lend some of her kids' old shoes that are almost the same size. What a time saver! Better still, at the next red light, the 2 year old points out that her black, patent leather Easter shoes are on the floor of the car. I knew there would be a benefit to having a messy car. Triumph!
- When all of this happens in the 90 minutes it takes to leave your house, drop off the kids at school and go to the babysitter's.
Peace out, homies. (Photo courtesy of my 10 year old niece who is teaching Charlotte to take peace sign/duckface photos at a nice, early age.) |
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