Switcheroo

Elyse's 4th birthday is coming up and ever since I started planning Amaya's 1st birthday in April she has been asking for a Mickey Mouse party for herself.  I convinced her to do a Mickey and Minnie party and I spent the better part of this week looking for ideas and making a pintrest board with all of the great ideas.  I had the party all planned out in my head and just needed to get my supplies. I decided I wanted to go to Hobby Lobby about 45 minutes away just to see what it was all about. I had a whole basket full of Minnie Mouse inspired things when the kid tells me she wants a Princess party...I blame the giant castle pinata. So of course she threw me off my game and I was totally scattered. Kinda disappointed because I was really looking forward to putting together this party...lucky I still have another kid who wouldn't mind a Minnie Mouse party.

EBay

I will be spending this evening putting this wonderful pile of unwanted and un-needed crap for sale on eBay. I hate how ling it takes to post stuff, I need to find a better system. At least I will have the DWTS finale to entertain me.

Mobility

Just realized there's a mobile app for Blogger. Probably should have realized that sooner...but it makes blogging so much easier :-)

Happy Easter

My mom is leaving me for 9 days..whaaaaaa. Just kidding. But seriously I am jealous. She's going to an all inclusive resort in Punta Cana, DR. While she's sipping Mai-tais on the beach, I'll be house sitting in NY, where the weather refuses to stay nice. I am looking forward to some nice quiet family fun with the hubs and the girls though. Hopefully they don't drive me too crazy...wishful thinking I'm sure.

I'm back!

Happy very late New Year ;-) This morning I woke up and realized that even though hubs has a cold, the kids have been healthy for at least a week. No coughing, sneezing, wheezing, puking, etc. Then the school nurse called to say Kayla was complaining about ear pain. Of course the doctor confirmed it's her 4th ear infection in 2 months. Poor thing missed the circus performing at her school today. Anyway, yesterday was Valentine's Day and although we didn't go anywhere I actually had a really nice evening at home. Elyse helped me whip up a nice romantic dinner with special treats for everyone ;-)

Elyse's hand and thumbprint Valentine's tree

Heart shaped meatballs ;-*

Yes, this is what Kayla looks like after a hard day at school...can you say CA-RAZY hair?

Picture perfect table, complete with "romantic" plastic wine glasses for all of us

Perfect way to end a day that started out with spilled milk in my car.

Showertime Antics

The other day I had to wait until Amaya's afternoon nap at 4pm to take my shower. I left Elyse playing while I hopped in thinking she would stay playing for the 15 minutes I needed. Like many of my assumptions when it comes to my children, I was wrong.
When I walked in I noticed that she had once again peed in the toilet and not flushed. This is the new weird habit of both my children. I have no idea why they do it. Anyway, I turned on the shower and flushed for her before I realized I had to go to. Once the water is on you can't flush the toilet because there isn't enough water pressure to have the water running and flush the toilet. So I left it just the way I found it, unintentionally of course.
Elyse comes in and says, "Mommy, you CAN'T leave your pee-pee in the toilet. It's DISGUSTING!! You HAVE to flush the toilet!!!" Gee thanks little miss perfect...
Then she pulls back the curtain and says, "I see your butt, hehehehe" I tried to convince her that there was something far better to do outside of the bathroom but she wasn't hearing it. She stayed there for the next 15 minutes as I showered and asked me questions, stole soap off my body to "wash" her hands, and generally harassed me.
Once I got out of the shower she proceeded to slap my but as I tried to get dressed. She even blew raspberries on my butt and yes, my butt-crack. I put my panties and pants on first to deter her but then she moved up my body and started touching my boobs.
Have you ever been man-handled by your own child? I'm sure most of you have...and now I have too. I need to start locking the bathroom door...

Isn't shopping supposed to be fun??

This weekend my mother in law wanted the girls to work in the yard with her and she realized they didn't have any "weekend clothes".  All of their clothes are pretty new and I prefer that they stay looking that way. So she told me to go buy them some sweatpants on her. I figured that should be easy enough...wrong. 
While Kayla was in school I took Elyse and Amaya with me to Wal-Mart. From the start Elyse told me she didn't want to go buy clothes-she just wanted to go home. So she whined and complained the whole entire time in Wal-Mart. And of course she had to use the bathroom. I HATE with a passion public bathrooms and this kid has to pee every time I leave the house no matter where we go.
The creative bastards at this particular Wal-Mart have the clothes section directly across from the toy section so of course Elyse was begging me for a toy. I didn't really find what I was looking for and about 40 minutes later Elyse was crying because she was hungry, tired, and toyless. So of course I went home empty-handed. No problem, I thought, we'll all go home, eat, relax, and hit Marshall's in the afternoon. 
Marshall's of course didn't have anything either.  Nothing I was looking for I mean. Elyse of course found a heart shaped coin purse, a cardboard hello-kitty box, and a clear plastic jewelery box. She found all of this while she was running away from me in the store. She's that kid that when you turn around for one nano-second you lose her but if you look hard enough you might see her sneakers peeking out from underneath one of the clothes racks and hear her devious giggling.
Anyway, I'm trying to leave and Elyse is throwing a tantrum because she wants her found treasures. "Please Mommy, please. I neeeed them.  But I LOVE them!" Mind you, one of the boxes is broken and cost $10. I had to pick her up and carry her out of the store crying hysterically while also pushing Amaya in the stroller- Amaya, the "baby" who didn't cry or complain during either of my 2 trips.
So, not one but 2 tantrums and no clothes.  Sitting in the car, getting ready to drive home I suddenly remembered why I like shopping on the internet and why that may be the only form of shopping I do for a long, long, time.