Life with littles : questions you're not sure you want the answers to

Sure little girls are cute, soft spoken, gentle beings, made from sugar and spice and everything nice, but don't let my girls fool you.
If you could bottle fizz, salt, fluff and sour stuff in a bottle rapped in a pink bow, there you would have my girls. Nurturing with a side of spitfire and some times tempers and attitudes hotter than a Cajun pepper patch. In my short 'career' of having children, I find myself hollering out the following. So please read and feel free to laugh aloud, where you are ever so gently reminded, your a mother of littles.

Questions your not sure you want the answers to....


How did the remote get into the kitchen sink?
Where did this vomit come from?
What is that smell coming from your room?
Why is there silverware in my trash?
Who's crying now?
Why is there half a worm on my kitchen table?
What is that goop on MY toothbrush ?
Is that chocolate on you hands?
Why are there teeth marks in my soap?
How did you know toilet water tastes ' dee-rish-us' ?
Why is there chewed up meat behind my microwave?
Where are the limbs to your doll?
Did you honestly think that was a good idea?
Why are you running from MY bedroom naked
Where is your sister?
Where are all your panties?
You stuck your finger where ?

This is just to name a few.

What have you found yourself asking? And do you really want the answer?

Making time

As busy as our lives tend to be, in the hustle and bustle of life, the sunny days filled with laughter and play, the days filled with crushed Cheerios on the carpet and crying children, running errands on borrowed time and when ice cream is the dinner of choice........I find my self snapping pictures to capture all of the things that will one day escape our memory. And as much as I can cry and complain of exhaustion and the madness, I will look back and smile.

Trust......is letting your husband by your head with a pair of scissors

Yes, that is my hair and A lot of it!




I'm tired of this dried out, frizz ball, hard to detangle hair, that I barely have time to maintain. Did I mention I had roughly 4" cut 3 mo ago? And it's still not easy to do.




So I ask Mr.man, " you think you can cut my hair?" of coarse I was joking around, but he replies, " sure......why not"
I hesitantly retort, " let's do this before I change my mind"




As my anxiety kicks in, and he's in charge, he chooses to joke around saying, " I can hear your heart palpitations".




As he starts cutting away, he mumbles, " hey what's the worst that can happen?" I take a glance at the trash before assessing the situation, and let out one echoing scream. The end result......I'm happy, so I give him a hug and he says........




" now that's trust! "

When I grow up

*what do you want to be when you grow up?



I remember this question being asked as a child, by school teachers, friends, parents and now my own child.

"when you were little, what did you want to be? A mom? I keep going back and forth between wanting to be a baker, or a painter and a person who saves animals and brings them back to their moms and dads."

As I comb through her curly locks i smile and think to myself, how many times I would change my " profession " in my childhood, I answer....

"well, honestly, no I wasn't thinking about being a mom. I wanted to do hair when I was 8, by the time I was 12 I wanted to be an artist and before I knew it I wanted to be a photographer. You know you can combine interest and possibly become an artist for a bakery and design cakes! "

I sit in silence waiting for a response.......
Thinking she was going to ask why I'm not any of those things now, and of coarse I had an answer in my head. " life takes you down different roads and you might choose different paths, which is ok too" ...

Instead she says,
"well I'd want to be like you! Because your doing my hair now, which makes you a stylist, and you take pictures of us so that makes you a photographer, and you read to us so that makes you a library worker. When I grow up I'm going to do all the things I want to do."

If its even possible, i think I fell in love with her a little more.

Here goes nothing

If you have me on Facebook, you will know about and probably laugh at my resent posts,on food struggle, and trying to learn how to use my FITTNESS pal app. Cleaning up my diet to say the least, all while trying to battle a temporarily out of wack thyroid, that just keeps whispering " I'm hungry" .




Today was day one of Jillian Michael's 30 day shred, and man does that woman make it look easy. I figured since riding a bike right after dinner was a nogo, then perhaps a little workout before breakfast was a genius idea. Well.....genius wasn't the word, I'm clearly in need of getting into shape because I still felt beat, but at least i didn't feel the need to vomit. Not even 3 hrs after my body still feels like jello, and the soreness Has kicked in. I owned that work out, but I have a feeling she will be owning me in the morning.
I'm not a sucker for punishment, but I treated myself to a nice 45mn brisk walk tonight as well with good friend. Here's to shedding lbs and getting that " feel good " back. Plus, I don't want to be all out of breath chasing my kids, they should be out of breath chasing me.

Round is still a shape right?

"I chunky-dunk, not skinny-dip"

I was going to start my diet today but I started my period instead, and all things sweet and sugary happened ;( (April 11th)
Round is still a shape right?
I'm out of breath as I type this.*Oreo crumbles down my chin
Luna is creeping on 1 yr old, I've got to do something about this mushy middle ;(
Is it crazy that I have NEVER worked out in my life? I mean nothing serious like running, cycling, joining a gym or even doing this like slim fast or weight watchers, Jenny craig and the list continues.
I'm 5'1 ish 163lbs and feeling sluggish and sloppy. It doesn't help I'm not happy with the shape I'm in, as well as stresses, food is my comfort, till I look down and realize I'm pregnant with a food baby.*sigh, so I grab the nearest bag of chocolates in all my angst, and the cycle continues. But tomorrow I'm making changes! I see PX90 floating around the Internet, but I didnt say I wanted to commit suicide I just wanna shed some weight, to get that " feel good" back. So I'm going to start slow, possible the Jillian Michael's 30day shred? With a diet change. Im looking to shed about 15lbs. I purchased a bike last week, haven't been on one of those since I was a kid, bikes are great exercise right? Yeah, so I take it for a spin around the block right after dinner ( big mistake) i made it around the block once before I had to do the walk of shame all the way back home completely winded! Breathing all hard, and I immediately knew why people vomit after an intense work out, except I didn't do an intense workout.
*rubs belly
I need to figure out this ' my FITTNESS app' thing, I hear great results happening. Now only if I can remember to log in and be disciplined enough in the food area....hmmmmm.....
So I'm going to start my diet change tomorrow.......for real this time......
*takes bite of cupcake.

A little less toys, and a lot less noise

We have been spending a lot of time outdoors lately, when the weather permits. No electronics, and a lot less toys. We bring books from the library onto our blanket, and enjoy a picnic style luncheon, or go to the park with our bug catcher and a note book to write down our observations. It's a free for all I tell you. As for myself, I just capture the day away.