Just another day in paradise

As I was getting ready for work this morning and the kids were getting dressed for school, I heard this horrible, high pitched, shrieking, yell coming from the dining room...DILLON STOP IT NOWWWWWWWWW! The glass doors exiting to the patio cracked under the pressure, and small animals were seen scurrying away to hide. Being the loving, caring, ever-responsible parent that I am, I yelled KNOCK IT OFF. DILLON ARE YOU AGGRAVATING HER ON PURPOSE??? His answer: UMMMMMMMMM I'll take that as a yes. WELL, QUIT IT.

Problem solved, incident over, until...

Two minutes later my precious daughter goes: DILLON GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM I HAVE TO PPPEEEEEEE. I hear the bathroom door crack open and my son YELL at his sister who is standing 6 inches away: I AM BRUTHING MY TEEF, GO AWAY.

Deep sigh as I haul my butt off the floor and head to their end of the house. (It's bad now, Mom had to get up and come in there) Both of them stand there and look at me like, what? Ain't nothing going on here. Nope, nothing to see, we looovvveeee each other, big smiles.

I know why guppies eat their young.

Eat more chikin.

When I was little I was a picky eater. I guess my daughter is the punishment for that, because getting her to eat anything out of her "comfort zone" is like chipping cement with a plastic knife. I vividly remember my mom trying to get me to taste gravy one time. I gagged and proceeded to fall in the floor and roll around as if she had fed me arsenic. OK, not really, but I did gag. You know she wanted to smack me. So as I am sitting here at my desk today, eating lunch, it dawned on me that my favorite food in the world is now black eyed peas. BLACK.EYED.PEAS.

I think this means I'm old.

On the road again...

School has started and so have all of the extra activities, including dance and guitar. I don't know how people do it that have more than two kids. Some days its a tag and go routine between Chris and I with just our two.

It makes me miss this day. The kids and I were walking in the pasture and it was just us and the grass. OK and whatever critter happened to come along. Days like this one....I really love Oklahoma.

Dog Days

Oreo looks like he is saying, "Yeah, you can walk on two feet but can you do THIS?!!?!"

Old Friends

Conversation between friends since grade school when coming and going at the Git N Go:

K: Loser
Me: Butthead
Both: (laughing) Have a good day.

Just One Of The Kids

My neighbor has twin boys exactly my daughters age. They are sweet, cute little boys, although I am sure when they are about 16 I won't think so highly of them, especially if they are following my girl around. They showed up last night to play. The storms had come through (we missed the rain!) and cooled off the temps from around 105 to the lower 90's. It felt great outside and Chris decided to rope. The twins, having never seen a rodeo, couldn't wait to watch. They thought it was so cool that Chris let them help load the calves into the chute and before long, Chris couldn't help himself and had them on the ground with the calves practicing tieing and playing calf scramble. I went inside to finish dinner and looked out not long after to see all four kids, and my husband, in a huge water fight. Chris had the water hose, each twin had a five gallon bucket, filling them out of water troughs, Dillon had an empty coffee can, and Sis, well, she had the squeals. When it was time for the twins to go home, my two and Chris came into the house, sopping wet, their feet covered in (what I am hoping was mostly) mud and grinning from ear to ear. When the entire story was told, Chris had made the kids climb onto the fence and pretended to give them a lesson in "cooling off" and bathing his horse. He finished the lesson with "Do you know what sweaty, dirty horses and sweaty, dirty kids have in common? THEY ALL NEED A BATH." He then turned the hose on them setting off the water fight.

I can only imagine what Melinda thought when her boys returned home from a play date wet, dripping, muddy, and smelling like horses and cattle. I suppressed the urge to call her and promise to keep my biggest kid away from them!!!

As for the boys, their final words thrown over their shoulders were, "We'll come back tomorrow!!" Uh-oh, I think we've started something....

Raising a BOY

Otherwise titled:

WHY 7 Yr Old BOYS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO WATCH X GAMES AND BE LEFT ALONE WITH THEIR DADS.

LOOK MOM, NEW GRAY HAIRS.

ER VISIT, SCENE ONE.

Kitty says: I'LL PROTECT YOU!!

Puppy says: Kitty is rough on the nose!

Oh give me a break, its a slow "news" day!