Why Little Boys Need Their Momma's!

This is why little boys need their moms. I will let the pictures speak for themselves ;)

Traveling with the twins...

Long car rides with the twins can be really fun. Not quite as fun as the root canal I had a few years back,but almost.

In an effort to pass the time we started playing word and counting games with them. This inspired an immediate fierce competion between the two and ended in one crying "I don't know the answer and brother does!" and the other yelling "She's hurting my ears!"

After that really fun game we decided to quiz them a few simple things. After a few questions were anwered correctly we were on a roll. They proudly stated their address and state we live in once prompted. All feeling good about ourselves hubby asked one final question...

What country do we live in?

To which my 4yr old little guys ever so proudly exclaims...." The Mighty Snakes of Hysteria".

Hubby and I got a great laugh from that one. Reminding us just how fun this really can be.

Very close sweet boy, very close.

My Shameful Secret

I have a shameful secret I am ready to share with the world. After all, the first step to recovery is admitting the problem. So here it goes....

I am a total slob when it comes to my car.

I have a serious case of "mom car-itis". This disease is brought on by small children with sticky hands, crumby clothing, and an insatiable appetite whenever we hit the road.

Why is it the minute we get going, barely out of the driveway, the "I'm Thirsty's & I'm Hungry's" hit. Does it come programmed in their little brains. Are they born with this natural ability?

I started out determined not to do this. My last car was horrifying. I promised my husband I would not do it again with this car. I even decided on black interior because I thought it would look cleaner. Now I realize black just shows every footprint, smudge, and dirt stain possible.

The drink cups are crusted. The seats are smudged. There is penicillin growing in at least 10 different areas. I currently have these items in the car right now:

2 bikes
2 bike helmets
shabby chic lampshade
bag of avacados
crayons
pens
paper
3 drink cups
fast food bag
2 sticky carseats
enough crumbs recreate 3 entire muffins
case chocolate milk
400 receipts
several pieces and/or smears of food items that are no longer identifiable
200 straw wrappers
4 hair ties
3 barrettes
t-shirt
2 sets earphones
14 videos
3 coloring books
I think I should stop here...its getting embarrasing

I decided to look up this phenomenon on the internet. I was feeling so alone with my shameful secret. By merely typing in "messy car" I was awash with stories of moms and their filthy cars. Moms winning carwashes, detailing services, and container store gift cards from messy car contests. One mom even winning a brand new car for her mess on wheels.

This opened up a whole new world for me. Gave me a new outlook in my "messy car" recovery. No longer am I ashamed. I am now determined. Determined to have the messiest car around so I too can win some of these fabulous prizes.

Sounds a lot better than cleaning it.

Enjoy the messy pictures I found on the internet below. It will make you feel better about yours. Trust me.

Daily dose of embarrasment

Here is my daily dose of embarrasment. Graciously given to me by my 4 year old little boy...

Upon our arrival to school the teacher looks at my little girl and exclaims: "You got a haircut!" "It looks so nice."

To which my 4 year old little boy immediately (and loudly) responds: "We didn't get a haircut...we just combed our hair today!"

At least he spoke the truth....we did manage to comb our hair that day.

How can this be?

I cleaned the house from top to bottom. I mean it was CLEAN. Everything put away, vacuumed, dusted, laundry done...the whole deal. In the span of two short evening hours my twins managed to do this. I have nothing left to say. I will now let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy....

The Snail Whisperer

My little guy loves snails. He is your typical little boy..all dirt, bugs, and snails. I fondly refer to him as "The Snail Whisperer". I think that is hysterical. He, of course, has no idea what I am talking about.

Anyhow...we have a NO SNAIL rule in the house. And I thought this was actually one rule that was followed. Unfortunately today I found out that is certainly not the case.

After deciding to do a bit of deep cleaning in the kids rooms...I pulled out a bin from under my little boys bed. Amid what must be 400 lego pieces were literally 30 snails. Some dried up. Some not. Some wishing they were. After fighting an urge to run screaming from the room I gathered the bin, closed my eyes, and practically fell down the stairs trying to get this snail death box out of my house.

After a firm discussion with my little culprit we went back upstairs where he showed me two more hiding spots for his "pets". Luckily, these looked a little better and we released them to "go find their mommies".

Ahhh...little boys. Never a dull moment.

Juicy Couture Maclaren Stroller!

I am the first to admit I have a stroller problem. I need to go to "strollers anonymous". I need help. I am not kidding.

I have an unnatural obsession with strollers. Recently, I decided I needed another one. Took a quick trip to a local kiddie store to try some out. I found a nice Maclaren and decided I would look online for more color options.

It was then that I found THIS....




Yes ladies...you are seeing this correctly. (I know...it's hard to see though the tears of sheer joy.) A Juicy Couture Maclaren Stroller. And for the bargain price of only $450.00. I mean hey, it's an umbrella stroller. I am sure it cost them at least $25 to make it?!

Lets take another look....(BTW that foot muff in the last pic is an extra $125)



But here is where my "disease" kicks in. I really want it. It is calling my name. Yes, my little girl is already 4 and sits in a stroller about 5 minutes a month...but its pink AND brown! Besides the fact...what in the heck do I do with my other twin...let him walk? And of course the most obvious issue is the stroller is $450. For an umbrella stroller. Enough said.

So as common sense kicks in I am saddened. This lovely stroller is not meant to join my vast stroller collection. But I'm telling you right now...if they ever do a twin model I am all over it ;)

BTW if anyone ever actually buys one of these please let me know so I can live vicariously through you.

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High School Reunion

The time has come. I open my email and look to see the dreaded words..."OHS REUNION". Sent to me by some still overly peppy classmate who seems to think this is going to be the greatest event of her lifetime.

I have to admit there was a glimmer of excitement in me. It passed quickly...but it was there. It happened before I realized that this body had twins.

As my thoughts began to wander I started thinking of plastic surgery. A little lift here, a little "puff" up there. "Why did I tan so much in my teens?"

After spending about $100,000 in my mind on my imaginary plastic surgeries I realized I may come out looking like this....





And I thought better of it.


Now don't get me wrong. I am not against a good nip and tuck...or even an implant here and there. But for this reunion I am going just as me. And you know what? Maybe that's not so bad.

**Don't forget to enter my GIVEAWAY below!!

Give Mom a Mum.....

Just in time for Mother's Day. Give mom a mum. She loves you!

Ahhh Swimsuit Season...

Yay...swimsuit season is approaching. On the good side that means warm weather, the beach, kiddie pools, and garden hoses. On the down side it means I need to buy a bathing suit. Since I am now a 35 year old mother of twins I just know something like this will be extra flattering...



Nothing helps hide your figure flaws like a good string bikini. And remember...the brighter the better!

I was at Target today and took a little peek at their selection of suits. Being that it is only April I figured I was early. Lucky for me anything moderately cute was only available in XS bottoms and XL tops. Wow, just my size?! (Yeah sure...ughh..) So that left me with several fantastic options in size medium. Here is an example of what I found.



This one I know my husband will find extra sexy!


As you can guess I sadly left empty handed. Next year I guess I better start my swimsuit shopping in January.

I know I am a huge dork, but....

Ok, yeah yeah yeah. I know I'm too old. I know this is embarrasing. I know I should be ashamed of myself. But that said...I have a huge crush on Edward Cullen. *Sigh* I have confessed...I feel better now. At least I have my 14 year old neighbor to gush over him with. (*red face*)

Anyone else want to share their inappropriate crush so I can feel better about myself?

Dressing room lights...

Here is the million dollar question. Why in the world do department stores put florescent lights on the ceiling in their dressing rooms? Do they NOT want to sell any clothing?

I go in feeling confident....



I come out feeling...well...something like this.



Combined with this.



I needed a dress to wear to a fancy little function we were going to. Considering I go to one a year I wanted to look nice. This was my big chance to shed the "mommy-look" for a day. I confidently walked into Macy's. Ready to find my dream dress.

Half and hour later my arms are full and I stride, smiling, into the dressing room. My first thought is, "Wow..it is bright in here". I quickly shrug off the thought and begin to undress. This is when horror strikes. There I am. Standing in my underwear. Blotchy, dimply, pale, and disgusting. Suddenly the dresses don't seen so appealing. The harsh lighting is accenting every flaw I have..or maybe even don't have?! Even my eyes look bloodshot. Oy...I almost ran out of the room. 15 minutes later I left the dressing room empty handed. Swearing I would never set foot in that torture chamber disguised as dressing room again!

I wonder....why in the world do stores not invest in proper lighting for their rooms? A little soft white light...dim and lovely. For so many obvious reasons I need not even post them here.

I just may sue Macy's for the therapy I now need to get over the trauma...hee hee