Nose Picker

Ok - we have previously established that Kd is my child that is 100% boy.

Most everything that he does is gross. He is my nose picker/eater. Soooooo, terribly gross - but then I thought, it might actually be grosser (if that's possible) if he was a picker/flicker? Cause then the boogers would be flung all over the house....but that's not the point. While I was off in deep thought, I realized, we probably all were nose pickers/eaters/flickers at some point (or still are????). So I try to extend grace to the kiddos...I make them go to the bathroom to do it????

However, yesterday Kd was sitting on my lap and said his ear was itchy...while scratching it, he apparently found some ear wax and .... yep, into his mouth it went. I about threw him across the room off my lap, I was soooooooo grossed out!

More Questions...

Today's question of the day...

Kp: What is 1 and 2?

Mommy: It equals 3.

Kp: No, what does it spell?

Mommy: Ummmmmm...

Still haven't gotten any coffee. Don't have the brain power to explain numbers and letters?

Mornings are Never Good for Me!

I got up early and got the kids to where they needed to be...but had no coffee. We were out of coffee at home. So I went to Starbucks...not my number one choice, but the drive through is appealing.

I tried to order by putting my window down - foolishly expecting my window to go down like it always does. No luck. Frozen shut. So I pulled up a little further and opened my door to place my order. I finally placed my order, only to find that they don't have soy on hand until later in the day.
I just stared at the prompter thing thinking, "uh, now what?" I sat there for almost a minute thinking of what to do (why it took a minute? I had no coffee and couldn't find the two brain cells that were awake?). I had to cancel the order - which in turn confused the lady (apparently she didn't have enough coffee either)...and went to Sheetz. Again, not as good, but they are reliable?

Finally...Christmas...

Ahhhhh, the 12 days of Christmas Post:

Here is the run down -

Day 1: We had Christmas Eve at Mimi and Pa's house.

Day 2 A: We have Christmas Day at our house in the morning.

Day 2 B: We all go to my Mom's house for Christmas Brunch (Ky said this is one of her favorite memories) and do gifts

Day 2 C: We all then go to Grandma's house for Christmas Dinner and MORE gifts.

Day 3: Mimi and Pa's house because Jay and Michalle were coming home.

Day 4 A: Mimi and Pa's house for gift opening in the morning.

Day 4 B: Off to Aunt Vonnee's house for Christmas with Dad's side of the family.

Day 5: Back to Mimi and Pa's house for Farewell dinner - Jay and Michalle went home the next day.

***This is where I stopped counting because we all became exhausted. OH, and you have to throw into that equation the ever present stomach flu that goes around every holiday. Luckily we only had two "go down," but some of the cousins got it a few times?!?!

The following Christmas pictures are not in order, but I am far to tired to put them into order (AND it is almost a month after Christmas and I am just now getting them up!)....

Kd and Kb both got storm trooper dress up stuff...it lasted about an hour with Kd before he put a hole in it. BUT they did love them, AND they have since stopped dressing up in their sister's princess dresses!!!

Mass chaos erupts at Mimi and Pa's house during present time...we went from youngest to oldest...and yes, I am after Maddie (the oldest grandchild)!!!! Towards the end, we abandoned routine and let them just tear the gifts open.

All the kids eat at the table....in the other room....far away from where we can hear them when we eat...kinda nice, but we take a big risk!

Me and my siblings...I used to be the tallest...not so much anymore!

Ky got my camera and took several pictures of people...this is the furthest away any picture was, most of them were right up my nose. We'll have to work with her on making people actually look nice in the pictures????

All my girl cousins (and my girls)....

Talk about a legacy that my grandparent are leaving! All my cousins (and my kids)....

My one cousin, Keith, apparently became the fun cousin to play with....

Kp and cousin, Olivia. She always remembers Olivia - I think it's because she was the first little girl she met in America!

My cousin, Shelley, and her little guy, Billy....

Billy and big sister, Sydney....

My cousin, Erin's little girl, Addie....

My cousin blessed my little girls with iPods...they were so happy. It was one of 3 things on Ky's list...and I didn't get it for her, nor did I know she was getting it for the girls....they were so excited. Now listening to them "sing" to their iPods is a little painful, but they love it!

Landon, well...he is just too cute. He loves to sit in strollers and pretend he is in a wheelchair. A good friend of my sister in law's is in a wheelchair, and although Landon acts totally afraid of him in the wheelchair...he is amazed by it. It is amazing as well what 2 year olds pick up on???

Sarah!!!!!! We LOVE Sarah! She came home for the holidays and stopped over to see the kiddos!

Apparently we should have bought the boys pink princess stuff to play with????

Mimi ended up with two left shoes...and yet every time you buy shoes, they "appear" to be checking that????

Aunt Michalle and Uncle Jay....

I did get over my fear of getting anything said to me, and let Kp do the "fro." She really liked it cause she didn't have to sit and get her hair plaited. The payback was at the end of the week - washing and combing it all out!!!

My brother, Thane, and I....notice the nice bracelets the girls made me that I wore ALL day :-)

All the kiddos with their stockings from Gabby and Pappy...

How cute! I had to document that my kids do actually love each other!!!

Every year my mom takes the kids to the dollar store to buy gifts for everyone in the family. She gives very little advice and lets them pick whatever they want. It is beginning to be the hit of Christmas...to see what each child chooses for each family member...

The boys each got foam swords for Christmas...one broke the next day and one sliced my foot open when I stepped on the handle...so much for safe ones???

This is Grandma, that lives with us, and all her GREAT grandchildren!!!!

Waxing

I know I have been MIA for a while, but I am trying to get back into the swing of things. I recently received this forward from a friend. I had such a good laugh, I had to share it. I generally don't "do" forwards on computers, SO as not to encourage anyone to send me forwards, I am posting it here!!!!

I hope you enjoy and have a nice soul cleansing LAUGH!!!!!




For those of you who wax, you will understand fully and those who don't
will never make this mistake. Better go pee before you read this. This is
by far one of the funniest things I have ever read.
Hair Removal...

(I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but....WHAT A RIOT!)


All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
Read on.........


My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play
with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind
for the next few hours:

'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I
headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you
just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them
apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair
right off.


No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am
mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)


So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I
get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.

'Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin
around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward
body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.


With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak
back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I
drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line,
covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of
my butt cheek (it *was* a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace
myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!


I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!


Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and
spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious.


Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.


I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me
so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the
glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip. There's no
hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???


Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the
hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am
touching wax.


I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG
mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need
to do something. So I put my foot down.


Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!


I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop
off!' What can I do to melt the wax?


Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand
into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should
melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!*


I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture
prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.


Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together,
is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in
scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself
to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago
to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret
of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my
butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'


There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal
but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly
where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'


She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown
and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.


YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.


While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the
wax off with a razor .. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie
goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!


Now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm
pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this
event.


My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I
really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!


The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend.
It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS!! It works !!'

I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I
successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief
and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!


So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I
could have amputated my own leg at this point.