1/23/2018 0 Comments normalThere are moments when I quite literally have no idea how my life got to this point.
Some days the kids are begging for dinner at like 3:30. Not even a snack, but full on dinner (which they usually call breakfast or lunch because apparently meal times are confusing). Those are the days that we normally don't wait for Reuben to come home because the kids will all have hulked out into raging hangry beings. And if that wasn't enough those are always the days that we have extra entertainment. My plans for a nice beef and vegetable dinner was cut short by dodging incessant pleas for oatmeal and omelettes (seriously guys?!). Which of course puts the best of moms into a wonderful mood. But crisis averted with bribes of dessert if they ate all their meal and I'm thinking all is well. Until I go to take a bite of my mashed potatoes only to have my 4 year old suddenly projectile vomit across the table at me (which of course looks exactly like my dinner), my 3 year old ''drinks'' a cup full of table salt and my 1 year old dumps her entire yogurt cup on her head and the dog. All in 3 seconds. Simultaneously. I can't make this stuff up guys. Needless to say I am not keeping the leftovers. 1/12/2018 0 Comments dinner talesSometimes we tell stories at the supper table. Mostly because the kids get distracted telling stories and eat without realize it, or I'm very bored with watching my kids eat each grain of rice individually.
Sometimes one of us tells the whole story. Shiloh's almost always involves princesses and dresses and makeup. And Jackson's always involves burps, farts and poop (aka "bathroom words"). Shiloh's princesses very rarely end up being brave because it might wreck their dress. Or they need to get changed before they can help anyone. Jackson's prince always poops his pants or his horse falls over and farts. I swear my eyes are tired from all the eye rolling or reminding him that we aren't in the bathroom ("but Harper poops in her pants anywhere so really everywhere is a bathroom"). Today's story was a real treat. It was about me, Princess Amber brought to you by none other than my darling Shiloh (and a bit of Jackson who ended up on time out). Here are my favourite snippets. "There once was a princess named Amber. She loved wearing dresses and lived in castle. She was sooo beautiful and wore a helmet all the time". "Princess Amber couldn't lift her arms and rode a horse with her feet." "Princess Amber didn't like to listen and had to be reminded by Princess Shiloh to be kind. Sometimes Princess Shiloh would have to tell her that she needed some space and until she was ready to be kind she needed to stay in the castle. With no dresses." "Princess Amber farted all the time and is a poopy head" (one guess as to that author is) Anyone want to come for dinner? 1/9/2018 0 Comments haircutOnce again my daughter has managed to do something I never did before she turned 4.
She cut her own hair. I got an apologetic text at work from the babysitter this week. All that registered was "I'm sorry I don't know where they found the scissors." Gah good gravy. My drive home was this roller coaster of emotions, between the absolute dread of discovering what exactly she had done, telling myself it wasn't that big of a deal, seriously it's just hair and the slight hilarity of it. She gave herself bangs and the most uneven lopsided bob. Heaven help me. It's like my nightmare. I loved her long blond hair and am not a fan of bangs. They get in the way, need to be constantly trimmed and are just ridiculous. Am I right?! And she had such adorable layered blonde Dutch girl hair! I didn't know if I should laugh or cry or both. Her bangs go up to almost her hairline in some places and she lopped between 4-6 inches off on the sides of her face. But don't worry, the back she only cut about an inch off so it's in a very nice, jagged V. I'm not sure what was worse, the fact that she cut her own hair or the fact that she conned a boy into doing it for her! (A part of me is a little proud of that, terrible parenting?) She told the babysitter's son to cut her hair because she wanted to look so super beautiful. And then she couldn't get in trouble because she didn't actually do it. Which were the first words out of her mouth later. And now she proudly prances around and tells herself how beautiful her hair is while preening in the mirror. She absolutely her bad 90's popstar 'do'. I'm going to lock away all my scissors until she's 16. And take 1000 pictures of her wicked bang bed head (all you who had bangs know what I'm talking about!) |
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