Sick x2

Two sick little monkeys lying in their beds, Momma called the Doctor and this is what he said "Plenty of rest, fluids and yes antibiotics for one and an extra large coffee for Mom"
Be back soon...

A little off track.

Over the last few months I have noticed our Jilly-bean's speech is a little off track.
Don't get me wrong, she knows every word in the Webster's dictionary (and more, LOL) but her pronunciation is usually incorrect. She says F's for S, V's for B and so on, as for Mommy and family we understand everything that's being said but that's not so for the general public, they might get 80%. It has been difficult for me to access because Jennifer talked clearly since the day she uttered her first word, so following my Mommy instinct I made an appointment for her.
The appointment lasted 75 minutes, it was through Tyke Talk, a free service we have in our area. Well my instincts proved correct, she needs some intervention, she is not far off the track but definitely needs some assistance.
Tyke Talk put us on a list for free(yes, free) speech therapy but the wait time is 6 months!!!!, this will put us into September before we are seen, Jill will be in school and then the board of Ed will intervene and she will be seen through them!!
Not wanting for my Jilly to fall behind and have any disadvantages starting JK, I have decided to call Superman's benefits through his employer. We have incredible coverage,but to my surprise we are only covered for $500.00!!! a year for any kind of therapy(physical, speech, chiro).
Wow, I was blown out of the water, we will go through this very quickly with a private speech therapist, but I feel we have no choice to start her off immediately.
So we are going to call some to see how quickly we can get her into to see someone and start eating up the $500, then it's out of our pockets until she gets to be seen through the education system(then we will probably still need to have some private intervention, we'll see).
It's my hope that Jillian will only need a few months of therapy and be back on track for the start of school in September.

If you give Mom a muffin...

Little Ones If You Give a Mom a Muffin.

If you give a mom a muffin She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it., So she'll pour herself some., The coffee will get spilled by her three year old. She'll wipe it up.Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do some laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer, She'll trip over some snow boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper for tonight.She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With a Pound of Hamburger.)

The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She will see the phone bill which is due tomorrow. She will look for the checkbook.The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two year old. She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two year old.

While she is changing the two year old the phone will ring. (Of course!) Her five year old will answer it and hang up.She remembers that she wants to phone a friend to come over for coffee on Friday.

Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some. And chances are, If she has a cup of coffee, Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Written by Kathy Fictorie

Box, better than the present.

We purchased this electric piano for the girls yesterday. We are going to enroll Jennifer in lessons, if she enjoys it we can decide to invest in an upright piano. there was some excitement when we set it up in the front room, they tickled the ivories for a while then decided to take the box it came in outside. We the old idea the box is better....

Daddy cut open a little door and window, I set up their tunnel(hoping this wears them out and exhaustion sets in)to crawl through. All I could hear were giggles, belly laughs and lots of girlie screams. After they started to wear down a little Mommy brought out the tea party set with juice and cookies. This helped get their second wind.

A couple of cuties.

Some cuddling going on, yes, it happens *wink*!!

There is that little smile that can melt a glacier(and my heart).

There's some serious beauty.


This was our Sunday afternoon, lots of playing and being lazy. Is their anything better?

Hope your enjoying your Sunday!

Spooky Dude

Being the organized Mom that I am (not!) I went to Walmart to find some items to make Jennifer a witch (this has already changed, a witch wears a dress, don't ya know, ) costume for Halloween.

Browsing a round I purchased 1 metre of fabric for a cape, make up, a broom(could of used mine, but might be riding that night) and some striped stockings, gloves and the cutest witch hat. Jillian and I were finished so I decided to take one more cruise around the Halloween section so I could see if there was anything else I could find to decorate the house(hubby loves to decorate for Halloween).

Now as we are cruising Jillian is hugging me, a little apprehensive about the decorations. I am reassuring her they are pretend, letting her touch them, press buttons and holding some of them. I see her starting to show some interest and excitement when what should happen, the lights went out!!!!!

It went to blackness in an instant, the emergency lights (note, to Walmart, they are dim as a lit candle)came on. All the inflatable(all up on 12 ft. shelves) ghosts, goblins and one huge vampire in a wooden box deflated and fell. The wooden structure came crashing down about 2ft in front of us, the sound sent Jillian literally out of her skin. She came at me like a scared cat, claws and all (note to self, lackadaisical mom, cut fingernails). Jill nearly tore the safety belt from the cart trying to escape, I am franticallyy trying to shove her back in the seat, it is surprising to me the strength she possesses. Her screams are like something from a horror flick, fitting for the occasion, All she kept screaming "Mom, spooky dude".
I put the cart in high gear and get the heck away from the goblins, to my delight(by this time I can't believe it, I can't help but laugh!!)all the scary ghosts, skeletons and spooky ghoul faces are illuminated(of course they are, they having been charging under the million and one lights all morning long!!). This is like a haunted house that I have paid big bucks to go through, screaming once more Jillian is frantic. I am sprinting with Jill on my hip, I run past the pharmacy(screech, I halt, I want some Mommy smarties), I make a b-line to the Advil when a employee(big, scary, far scarier than the freaking ghouls in Halloween section)tells me that I have to get out of the aisle. I tell her that I just want to grab some Advil quickly and I'll vacate, She says she can't see it(oh, I can, but you won't let me down the aisle, it's right in front of you!!). Okay, she must now realize by the frantic screams and my frightened face, I NEED the Advil, she throws it at me(yes, that's correct!!). Just because it's dark, you thought I couldn't see your face, oh ya, I did!!
We sprint to the front of the store , I know for a fact the registers and bank machines will only function for about 10 minutes after the generators kick in. I couldn't believe my eyes, there were a hundred people in front of me!! I began to think if Jillian continued to scream she might clear the room but no luck, everyone held their ground and flashed me dirty looks.
Standing there for a couple of minutes, flashlights came on scene and told us to leave our carts and walk safely to the front doors. What, I just made some great purchases, leave them , I need the Advil, I have a drive home with this child, please!!! No compassion at Walmart, I walked quietly, grudgingly , to the front doors .
After all this , I am telling Hubby about our expedition and Jennifer replies "I don't want to be a witch, they wear a dress, don't ya know. I want to be a cowboy."
Always the way....

Know your enemy...

The enemy arrived, silently she spread her poison.




She left with a vengeance.

Know your enemies......

Two itchy, scratchy monkeys- one bottle of benadryl, one bottle of calamine,

one agitated Mommy.

Will this summer ever end, aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

No matter what..

No matter how many bathroom in the house I always have someone standing beside me while I pee
No matter how many dirty diapers I have changed at home during the day, every time we leave the house to go out to the mall ect, I hear "Mom Poo". Why is it I always leave the diaper bag in the van?
No matter how many questions I answer in a day there always a little voice asking"Why Mom".
No matter how many times I go to the grocery store (with a list)I always forget something.
No matter how many outfits I have to change into there is always sticky,dirty little digits that will find there way to them.
No matter how close I am to my princesses(or husband)they'll yell "MOM" in a shrieking , screaming voice like I am a million miles away.
No matter what I cook for the masses someone will say "YUCK, I don't like that".
No matter how big my girls get they'll always be my babies.