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Momma Said

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Hidey Ho Peeps!
Just wanted to say hi, and let you know I haven’t forgotten about all of you! Baby Sadie and I came to Alabama for a long weekend with Shuggie, Aunt B and Baby Tucker. I have been enjoying Starbucks, Target, sushi and no one talking back to me (I’m not counting my sister because I didn’t have to send her to time out.) Aubrey and Emma have been in Mississippi with their Daddy this weekend, who I am sure is going to be very glad to see me tomorrow! I’m going to be posting some of his stories from the weekend for you. I hope you had a snowy and safe weekend.
XOXO

The Moultrie News

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Click HERE to read this week’s article in The Moultrie News. A little advice about how to spice things up for Valentine’s Day…and hiding your lingerie from your kids.

Emma’s Antics

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I don’t want y’all to think Emma’s calmed down any. I’ve just been so busy getting settled in our new home and getting everyone settled into new schools and routines, that I’ve been too tired to document all of her antics.

Last night as I was really cooking for the first time in awhile, (Chicken Parm and homemade marinara with angel hair) Sadie was crying and Aubrey was in time out. I had just put the chicken in the pan to brown when Emma reached up and dumped an entire box of angel hair pasta into the floor.

I sent her to time out, and was trying to salvage the noodles before Sadie could sit on them, when Zeb came in the door followed by an elderly woman from a local church. She was sweet as pie and totally oblivious to the madness in my house. Literally, all three of my kids were SCREAMING and crying, my floor was covered with angel hair and this sweet, SWEET woman was telling me the service times for every activity at her church. And all I could think was, “My chicken’s going to burn.”

Today while Emma was supposed to be in my bed napping, she destroyed a brand new tube of Burt’s Bees, which I’m sure I’ll locate at the most inconvenient time possible. (No doubt I’ll stick my foot into a shoe and find it as I’m running out the door one day.)

So I climbed into the bed with Emma, to watch her while she fell asleep. Curly blond her and impossibly long eyelashes, and I couldn’t be upset with her. She was lying on her side looking out the window and said, “Momma, wook. Da fees ah waving at me. I will wave back at dem.” She raised her skinny little arm and waved at the limbs.

I looked out the window and saw the bare branches waving in the wind. “Mm-hm. They are.”

“Momma,” she said matter-of-factly as she snuggled close to me, “da fees hab hands just wike me.”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against my arm. I swore to myself I would remember this moment when I inevitably find the mashed up contents of what was formerly my chapstick.


PS. Of course we ate the noodles. Did you really have to ask?

Raisinphobia

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Yeah, you heard me. I am scared to death of raisins. And it doesn’t even have anything to do with the time my mom and her best friend’s dressed up as the California Raisins (think garbage bags, tights and Chuck Taylor’s) and DANCED, in PUBLIC, at a college basketball game, when I was in middle school. (Thanks Mom.)

See the other day I gave Baby Sadie a box of raisins, which falls into the category of Shut Up Foods. These are foods you give to your children which have almost no nutritional value, but keep their hands and their mouths busy so you can take care of your Mommy Bidness. (You know, important stuff like twitter, mani/pedis, bon–bons…that sort of thing.)

Anywho, I gave Sadie a box of raisins which she was not eating. She would chew on them for a few minutes then spit them out like a little, old toothless lady chewing snuff. I spent several hours that day scraping dried up raisins off of my floors, but I had a party to go to (in my HONOR, and yes- I felt VERY important and loved) and I simply had to take a shower. So if I had to scrape up raisins with my fingernails, I figured it was an even trade for being able to shave my pits.

I sat down to check my email and twitter accounts really quickly and tweeted, “Keeps picking up raisins all over my floor which have been chewed up & spit out & look remarkably like poop. I’m nervous.”

I’ll bet you think you know what happened next, don’t you?

Smart aleck.

I jumped up from the computer after a quick tweet and ran to check on Sadie. Who had taken off her diaper. And pooped a trail all over the house. Which I stepped in. Barefoot.

For those of you who came to “my” party…I did wash my hands AND my feet before I came.