My life in a NUTshell

I haven't been writing anything recently, but I have a very good reason. I have become a mother of three. (Only one child is actually mine). I have become responsible for the care of my nieces. They will be with me until December of 2008 and I have had them since August of this year. Their father is in the U.S.M.C. (marines) he has been deployed overseas.

It has kinda been like instant family. I have been on the point of pulling my hair out by the roots. When you have two 5 year old and a 4 year old just about anything can happen on any given day. Like hitting, biting, pulling hair, arguing over who has to clean the playroom, saying mean things to each other, and etc. If you have more than 1 kid you know what I mean. I have been raising my 1 child for the past 5 years and I never realized just how easy I have it. My husband will help out when he is not at work but the major battles are all mine. When the kids moved in with us it was a big adjustment for everyone but it was hardest for my daughter, who has never had to share anything including moms attention. She was taking it pretty well until recently and has now reverted to the most dreaded attention getter, whining!!!!!!!!!!!!

My nieces has of course had a difficult time with the whole process, they really just don't understand what is going on and have resorted to some amazing attention getting tactics. Destroying toys or furniture was one of the best I have come across so far. One of them has been spoiled her entire life which is only four years, but boy oh boy does she let you know she is spoiled. She cries when you ask her to do the simplest things, she doesn't get her way she throws a full blown temper tantrum, or even yells I HATE YOU!, but he best yet with her is the gagging herself to throw up to make you feel sorry for her and think that she is sick.

I have had a very easy time so far, oh yes indeed. But I am trying to make it work. I am having to adjust just like everyone else in this house, and maybe eventually I'll figure it out. But of course by the time that happens they will (hopefully) be back with their father.

Just wanted to share with all the moms out there

Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color,except purple,which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy"to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother ,"because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know

The Joys of TRUE Motherhood

We had some excitement here recently. My daughter was in a ballet recital. That in and of itself was a wonderful experience for her and for me. However the reality of a recital is gruesome. We had a rehearsal the night before the recital, which began at four o'clock. We did not leave the rehearsal until eight thirty that night.

The next morning I had to get up early to get everything ready to go. I had to do make-up and hair, that only took oh three hours to complete. Then we had to leave in a hurry to get to the recital on time. We had to be there an hour and half before it even started. So that was at 12:30. We were doing okay until I realized how far apart my daughters acts were spread throughout the recital. (By the way she had three.) So with first act complete, it was immediate wardrobe change for the second, then hurry back to backstage for her to get ready. Then it was almost an hour before she had to go again. All this wouldn't be so bad but my daughter is five and by the third act she was tired and cranky and didn't want to do it anymore. The first recital was at two, we had another show at six. So in between we grab a bite to eat and then do it all over again, with the addition of a slide shown and award ceremony at the end of the second show. We didn't leave until almost 11 o'clock. Almost twelve hours and me, my husband and my daughter were about done in. I felt like I had run a marathon.

But when it's all said and done, I know that it was a good experience for her and for me.

Now onto gymnastics while we have our summer break from dance............I guess we will see how it goes.

Pictures Of My Babies

Only Nine We Lost One!:(

The wonders of motherhood

Hey everyone guess what. I have nine brand new babies in my home! Oh and by the way they are puppies. My baby Abby has had puppies again. Four chocolate and six yellow/white. This time I am determined to keep one. A pretty chocolate female. The rest I am sad to say I have to sell, mama wants a new car. I guess I just thought I'd post and tell. I'll try to get some pics on soon. See ya later.

Birthday Babies

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The Mommy Test

I was out walking with my 4-year-old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

"Why?" my daughter asked."Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty and probably has germs" I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, "Mommy, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart."I was thinking quickly. "All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

"OH...I get it!" she beamed, "So if you don't pass the test, you have to be the daddy." "Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my face.


My own mother sent this to me. I thought it was to cute not to share with the other mothers out there.

Hope everyone one of you has a great day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!