The things that go on around here...

Parenting Tip #9862

If you have nagged your kid repeatedly all evening to hang up her backpack and it is still on the kitchen floor, walk into the kitchen, absorbed in the argument you are having with your kids, trip over the backpack and swan dive into the nearest wall. No faking, you have to be for real. Once you are done swearing and throwing the backpack across the room, she will quietly hang it up without being asked.

The best part of this technique is that you will have a wicked black eye (and a brutal headache) to guilt her into cleaning her crap up for the rest of the week without you begging.

His Father's Son.

I tried to be patient with you when you thought it was funny to stick your testicles to the sliding glass doors Pierce, but I draw the line at my picture frames.

I don't think I realized HOW different raising a little boy would be.

C'mon Now People...

It happens everytime. I get pregnant, and everyone around me loses their filter.
"Whoa, you're huge" is NOT a socially appropriate greeting to ANYONE, and "Are you sure you can handle another one" while my kids are dismantling a store DOES NOT instill confidence.
Stick with a polite smile and avoid eye contact.
Its better for both of us.

I'm going to start to stink...

If you run into me, and I look like I haven't showered, it's because I can't. My kids can't survive the 10 minutes without supervision.

Last week Pierce wandered into the bathroom wearing his hockey skates (thank God for laminate flooring). I had to wrestle him down on the floor, pregnant, naked and freezing, to get them off.

Today he walked in wearing a brand new pair of Etnies. This wouldn't have been such a big deal, had they not been wrapped and under the Christmas tree.

A good reason my kid's are too young to help with chores.

I appreciate Pierce's attempt at cleaning the toilet.
It's really too bad he used my toothbrush and that Liv NEVER flushes.

My kids have a great diet, they just don't know it.

I am enjoying the silence of my children devouring...get this... Black bean and Sweet Potato Enchildas.
Who cares that I lied and told them there was ice cream and chocolate candies in the center. We already know I won't be getting Mother of the Year.