Name Calling

Brudder and Daddy go back and forth calling each other by their first and middle names. Tonight Boog decided to join in. Except, Daddy's name came out sounding a little bit different. I would like to announce that I am married to Mr. Walturd.

I weading Mommy!

Boog is finally to the point in his life where he understands the concept of not reading the book upside down.

Mewee Cwismas!

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Two in five...

My mornings all start the same way. My alarm goes off, Brudder's alarm goes off. Boog and Brudder eat breakfast. They fight. They fight. They fight. This morning it got uglier than usual. Boog decided that he was going to use his ape abilities to scale the counter...to get to the butcher block of knives. He has never done this before. Brudder being the loving, hateful brother that he is decides that he will be the hero of the day...grabbing the knife blade side out and trying to take it from Boog. I guess I should have explained exactly how you are suppose to sword fight.

Brudder screams, Boog screams. I felt like screaming. I left the room for a total of three minutes to pee. Brudder had a small cut on his finger. Of course to him, you would think that he cut the finger totally off. This is coming from a kid who had to have stiches in two places on his arm. You would have thought this small cut was much worse. Go figure.

That was the first bloddy massacre of the morning.

After the clean up it was time to get dressed. Of course that couldn't happen without some kind of screwing around. This time with an inflatable Superman punching bag. Brudder hit it a few good times and then Boog started screaming. Now we have a bloody lip on the top and a blood bubble on the bottom. Boog kept saying how he needed a band aid. How he logically thought he would be able to wear a band aid on his lip all day was beyond me.

That was the second bloody massacre of the morning.

All within a five minute time period.

I'm playing the lottery this Wednesday for sure. When I win, I'm buying a nanny, changing my cell number and leaving on a jet plane.

Don't call CDS...I'll be back...when they are eighteen.

Pimp Daddy

Boog is in the midst of potty training. It has been fun. He is also in the stage where he wants to do everything by himself. I'm cool with independence but sometimes it is ridiculous. (That is a whole other post.)

He can button his pants by himself...sometimes. He calls the buttons hookers. I can't wait until we are in a public restroom. "Mommy, do my hookers up."

Turkey Day Eve...

I am so not hosting it this year. I did it last year along with Christmas. After those two experiences, I am hoping that I can get out of this until at least my kids have kids. I get to sit back, relax and enjoy the food. I'm good with that.

I can dwive...

Boog has been killing me lately with his dialect. Killing me as in...this kid is funny. I think he got it from me. I picked the boys up after work from my dad's house. Boog ran to the car and opened my door. (eventually one day he is going to pinch his fingers...I can see it already.) Here is the conversation that happened.

Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive get in the back.
Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive, you don't have a license.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense. Me dwive.
Me: No you don't, get in the back.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense to dwive. Me dwive now!
Me: Did you go and take a test to get your license?
Boog: Uh huh. Me took da test for mah wicense. Me dwive!

This went on until I struggled to strap him into his carseat. He still continued almost the whole way home about how he has a wicense to dwive.

Him no dwive...per mommy.

Boog's words of wisdom for the day.

Boog: Mommy...mow it outside. Get the gwass. Get the yawn mowa and mow da gwass. Daddy said. TyTy said.

So, you must mow the grass today.

It's official

This will be the mom blog. This one will mostly be about the kids and their crazy antics. If you want to see a more explicit side of me you can find me at, http://thatgirluknow.tumblr.com/ Don't worry some stuff isn't too bad but if I want to rant and tell the world to eff off...I go there to do it. I'll still be whitty and funny here but in a mom way. I'll keep it clean here. : )

Conversing with a two and a half year old.

Boog: Yer a nawtee boy
Me: Your a naughty boy
Boog: Yer a bah boy
Me: Your a bad boy
Boog: nuh huh
Me: uh huh
Boog: (patting my head) Good job Mommy.

Do you believe in magic?

Boog is finally deciding that using the toilet is the way to go. He took the initiative to go pee in the potty...all by himself. He then decided that he had to poo. He grunted. Hard. He squeezed out a pellet. He then proceeded to use five hundred flushable wipes and almost flooded the toilet. I sent Brudder to get the plunger. Boogie had to put it back. After he chased Brudder around the house with it.

I love potty training.

An accidental, fantastic capture...

I'll love your forever, I'll love you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be...

I'm trying to decide...

Am I tumbling or am I bloggering. I can't decide. Blogger is way cooler and has a ton more gadgets and you can have cute backgrounds. Tumblr though...so easy. Just a quick click and voila...post accomplished.

I should probably introduce myself to the Blogger community. So here goes...

Stephanie is the name. I'm a momma to three crazy kids. They drive me crazy, I drive them crazy. My husband and I are still legally married but are in a rutt and not living together. We'll work it out eventually but like anything, it's going to take time.

I love photography. I would love to quit my day job and work solely on my art. It's not happening anytime soon though.

I'm living, I'm learning and I'm taking life one day at a time!