Blog - Part 65

I Tell Mother Nature Wassup

February 25, 2011 by Robin

Click HERE to read what I really think about Mother Nature & Punxsutawney Phil.

Photo via Funnyjunk.com

No, we don’t have a dog. As you may remember, we don’t “do” pets very well. But that didn’t stop Emma from taking her dog on a walk. Emma found this rope in her Daddy’s shop a few weeks ago. I took it away from her because she kept tying chairs to couches, and garbage cans to barstools. It was quite cumbersome and extremely ANNOYING, so I confiscated it. I put the rope on top of our refrigerator, a.k.a. Toy Purgatory (I should take a picture of it for you one day. It’s absolutely RIDICULOUS the amount of stuff that is up there.)

A few days ago Emma begged me for the rope and said, “I pwomise Momma, I will not tie up nuffin’. I pwomise! Pwease, Momma PWEASE can I hab my rope back?”

I caved. She’s cute. I was powerless. I have no defense.

Approximately 3 minutes later I heard Sadie panting and barking and Emma yelling, “GOOD DOG!”

As they walked through my office I cocked an eyebrow at Emma.

“Welllllllll, Momma. Her wikes it. And I didn’t TIE huh up, I just wapped it awound huh a bunch of times….”

Touche. And Sadie did wike it.

What toys do you routinely have to take away from your kiddos?

Sunday School Rivalry Leads to Kickball Showdown

February 17, 2011 by Robin

Click HERE to read why you wish you went to my church. After my Sunday School class defeated the 20-Somethings in a Dance Off, the 30-Somethings were challenged to a kickball tournament. The results? Epic.

Valentine’s Day: THIS is how we do it.

February 14, 2011 by Robin

Did you know it’s Valentine’s Day?

I did and not because there are a dozen roses sitting on my kitchen counter, either. Our anniversary is egg-zactly 7 days after V-Day so it’s never really been a priority to the hubs and me.

I knew it was Valentine’s Day because before I even had coffee this morning I had to address Emma’s Valentines and take her party supplies to school– even though my throat felt like I’d swallowed a razor blade and chased it with lemon juice. I was running a fever and had two snotty half-dressed kids to drag with me.

I thought about sending my husband a sweet text at work to tell him how much I L-U-V him, but the best I could manage was a Facebook message saying I’d try not to give him whatever it is that I have.

I spent a good portion of this weekend in the bed, and I mean that in the least sexy way possible. I mean that in the “cough-drops-and-snot-rags-on-my-night-table-and-Vick’s-Vapor-Rub-in-the-air” kind of way.

We were completely out of groceries last night. So after Super Man put all three kids in the bed, (I did actually get up and bathe a couple of ’em… I think) he went to Wal-Mart and bought groceries.

And today at nap time, when Sadie would NOT, fortheloveofeverythingthatisgoodandholy, go to sleep, I called Hubs to see where he was. He was trying to eat lunch, but he came home and rocked my baby to sleep because I couldn’t hold her crying, writhing body for one more second. I don’t know why he likes me. Or why Sadie will go to sleep without a single peep when he puts her down but will cry for hours on end when I attempt to do the same thing.

I was lying in bed listening to Hubs soothing Sadie in the next room, thinking about how awesome he is and how lucky I am to have him, and I started to get a little flushed, then I realized it had been about 6 hours since I’d taken any Motrin. I swallowed a few pills and passed out in my bed.

THIS is a good Valentine’s Day after 13 years of marriage.