You Say It's Your Birthday....Well It's My Birthday Too Yea!!!

It's official. In the great words of the hilarious movie "13 going on 30", I am 30 and flirty and thriving!!!

I have to admit, the build up to this day has been a bit of a depressor. I mean, where did the time go?? Am I seriously 30 years old?? My beloved grandmother just laughed at me and said " Honey, when you get to my age, you are ecstatic for another birthday because It means your not dead yet!" That kind of put things in prospective for me. Age is just a number right? Now that the day is actually here I feel great! My kids woke me up with a Happy Birthday serenade and surprised me with a present they picked out all on their own! My hubby had a hot cup of tea and a cake doughnut ready for my consumption. As if the day couldn't get any better, I'm spending a girls day out with my dear girlfriend! I'm so blessed to have such a wonderful life. If this is what turning 30 feels like than bring on the b-days! It's all down hill from here right? :)

My beautiful husband threw a surprise birthday party for me! Look at my cake!!

Trick or Treat

Halloween is always a fun time of year for our family! The kids look forward to it all year long and lets be honest, so do I! I love fall. It is my favorite time of the year! It brings back wonderful childhood memories. This year, my son got to participate in Trick or Treating. I was a little afraid he would spend most of the evening in tears due to his fear of just about everything lately, but he did really well! His big sisters really made an effort to help him feel comfortable and have fun! I love seeing them all interact so nicely together.

At the pumpkin Patch

Happy Trick or Treaters!

My fluffy little chick!

Little Red Riding Hood

My litle pumpkin in a pumpkin

Who's your daddy...

My Sweet Angel Boy!

I don't know why I'm surprised at anything my kids do anymore.That saying "Oh from the mouth of babes" is so true! My son just turned 19 mos old. He loves to get your attention with just about anything. Lately, he has taken to calling every man he sees in public "daddy". It was cute at first, but now its just plain EMBARRASSING!  I can't find a rhyme or reason for his association accept that they are male! At first, I thought that maybe it was because he saw a car like daddy's or a guy that kind of looked like daddy. However that doesn't seem to be the case. Old, young, big, small, bald, or not, they are daddy! Today, I was at the grocery store with all of the kids, which never fails to be anything short of a nightmare. The girls were doing their usual bickering and complaining because they didn't get a toy. I was playing referee as usual and trying to load my groceries when this huge, old "kidnapper" style van pulls into the space next to me. Out pop two older guys that certainly fit the stereotypical "kidnapper" profile. You know, mullets, dirty clothes, baseball caps, three teeth in their heads. You get the idea. I was trying to get my groceries and the kids loaded up as quickly as possible before I was sited for disturbing the peace with my girls' argument. All of a sudden my son points at these two men (neither of which looks anything like my husband) and yells "DADDY!" These guys start cracking up laughing. I hear one say " That kid thinks I'm his daddy". My son goes on and on. "Daddy", "daddy", "daddy". "Hi daddy"!  I was so embarrassed. I couldn't wait to get in my car and drive away!!

My kids say the darndest things...

I think every woman lives in some form of denial when it comes to unwanted weight gain, especially after having kids. I am no exception. I tell myself that the dryer shrunk my clothes or I'm retaining extra water today. Well, my daughter bless her heart, unknowingly burst...no OBLITERATED that bubble for me. One day while helping me fold my laundry, she picked up a piece of clothing and said "Mommy, whose shirt is this?" After closer examination I realized that it was not a shirt at all that she was holding up, It was a pair of my underwear!!!


My son and I have this little game we play where we squeeze each other's nose and say "Beep". He loves it and can't get enough. One day, I was changing his diaper and to distract him, I was asking him to name body parts. I pointed to my head and said "What's this?" He said, "Head". I praised him and then pointed to my eye and said, "What's this?" He said, "Eye". I was again clapping and praising him. I then pointed to my nose and said, "What's this?" He said, "Beep".


My five year old daughter just started kindergarten. At her school, they evaluate the kids for speech and hearing right off the bat. Luckily she passed everything with flying colors. She particularly enjoyed the hearing test and told me all about it.  Not long after, I was at the grocery store with the kids. I was in the checkout line and distracted with all that was going on. My daughter asked me a question but I wasn't really paying attention. I said to her, "What was that honey, I didn't hear you?" She let out a big frustrated sigh and said "Mom, I think you need one of those tests, where you wear that thing on your head and raise your hand when it beeps!

Expired cake mix danger...

Hi everyone! This was an e-mail that my mother in law sent to me. I thought I would share with all of you because it is something I'd never thought of before and is pretty scary!  It reads:

Warning re: cake mixes - who knew ??

I always thought that "old" mixes that were past their expiration date would just not rise/bake correctly. This is scary! Note that it's confirmed on Snopes.

Somebody wrote:

Before my surgery I bought quite a few Duncan Hines cakes mixes that were on sale. A couple of months ago I decide to use one, I checked the expiration date and found it past, all the boxes were passed the expiration date. I phoned Duncan Hinds to ask if the one that was only two months passed if it was OK. She told me in no uncertain words to throw them all out, she even said to open the boxes and throw the mix in the garbage, just in case someone picked it up and used it





According to Snopes:



Subject: Cake Mixes & Toxins- **PLEASE READ** Pass this on to ALL in your address book. You never know whose life you may save by doing so. For those of you at work, PLEASE remember to check your cupboards when you get home tonight!!!



This is confirmed on Snopes http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/pancake.asp ;



A student at HBHS (high school) had pancakes this week and it almost became fatal. His Mom (registered nurse) made him pancakes, dropped him off at school and headed to play tennis. She never takes her cell phone on the court but did this time and her son called to say he was having trouble breathing. She told him to go to the nurse immediately and proceeded to call school and alert the nurse. The nurse called the paramedics and they were there in 3 minutes and worked on the boy all the way to the hospital. He came so close to dying. Evidently this is more common then I ever knew. Check the expiration dates on packages like pancakes and cake mixes that have yeast which over time develop spores. Apparently, the mold that forms in old mixes can be toxic! Throw away ALL OUTDATED pancake mix, brownie mixes, Bisquick, cake & cookie mixes, etc., you have in your home.



P.S. Tell this to your children, grandchildren, nephews, nieces and anyone else who keeps these types of mixes in the cupboard.

I'm Baaaack

No, I wasn't swallowed by a giant hole in the earth. I have been doing what I do best, trying to be everything to everyone and biting off more than I can chew.  A very dear friend of mine got married last month and asked me to be her maid of honor. I of course accepted and took on the grueling task of helping her plan her wedding.  I also volunteered to do her flowers for her. Flower arranging is sort of a hobby/talent of mine. Now, if I could just find a way to make money at it!  Anyway, planning her wedding consumed me for several months, hence the giant gap in my blog entries!  Now that my two precious girls are off to school (my youngest daughter started kindergarten) Sniffle, Sniffle, I have a little more time on my hands to write again. In between of course, keeping my son from sticking various objects in the light sockets (his tongue included) and hanging from the chandelier.

 In addition to all of these, my dirty little secret is that I suffer from depression. I'm usually able to keep it at bay, but once in a while the beast rears it's ugly head and consumes me for a time. I avoid talking about it in most cases, but since we are all parents, some of you may be able to relate.  At any rate, I'm back. Thank you to all of my loyal followers who have stuck with me in my time of chaos!

Morning Mayhem

The sun has risen again and cruelly peering through my bedroom blinds. I'm sooooo not ready to get out of bed! It can't be morning already! After being up with my son a half a dozen times last night(teething I think) It actually pisses me off that night is already gone. This is how my morning went, I was greeted by my oldest daughter blasting through my bedroom door:



"Moooom! Lili pooped in her panties again!"



(Lili screaming in the background) "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!


Me: "Shhh your gonna wake up your brother!"


Me: "I'll be there in a minute"


As I crawl out of bed and down the hall to clean up the poop mess that was sure to greet me, my oldest says, "Oh mom, I forgot to tell you, the toilet is clogged again!" Yes, the very toilet that my daughter was sitting on. Just then, my son starts crying from his crib. " Seriously, you have got to be kidding me!" Ahhhhhh!! "Where is the nanny?" "She is so going to be fired!" "Oh wait, that was a dream, I don't have a nanny!" Ahhhhh!

We have a strict rule in our house that the bathroom door must be closed at all times because Liam (my son) will go in and fish in the toilet. After cleaning Lili up and getting my son out of bed, I headed to the kitchen for my morning tea fix (I'm not a coffee drinker). After putting on the tea kettle and letting the dog out,it dawns on me that my son is being way too quiet. That is never a good sign unless he is sleeping. I immediately headed for the bathroom and sure enough there he is fishing in the toilet. I could suddenly hear the theme to "Jaws" in my head... Dun,Dun,Dun,Dun...to my horror, he was holding a TURD!"Oh this will be a great story to tell on prom night!" One of the girls had not only failed to leave the bathroom door open but neglected to flush the toilet as well! "OMG! could this morning get any worse!?" I just had to ask. Murphy's Law was working in overtime apparently, because shortly after the toilet mishap, my door bell rings. "Oh goody, maybe it's Publisher's Clearinghouse!" No, just the opposite. The mail man with a certified letter from the IRS! "Alright, you got me, where's the hidden camera!?" To quote the line of a famous old commercial..."Calgon take me away!!!!"

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