Saturday, May 2, 2009

Kaelin is a rock star.

The girls and I headed over to Robert and Monica's house tonight for Robert's birthday. (What?? People don't take three year olds to celebrate someone's 33rd birthday?? Whatever.)
The girls had a blast and we stayed out way past bedtime. I followed their lead though .. they were going strong until about 10pm.
I've always called the girls rock stars when they hang with the "big kids"... and they've been throwing up the 'rock on' sign for years.

Driving home I once again praised their rock star status. They were in the back, two fingers in the air, shouting, "Rock on!" for about 6 minutes.
After that they crashed.

We got home ... I carried them both upstairs.
Reese was out cold, but Kaelin woke briefly as I put her in bed.

As I was leaving the room, I said, "night babe .. see you in the morning."
No response.
I started to close the door .. peeked one last time .. and then I saw it.
Kaelin's arm slowly rising up in the darkness.

There it was .. the rock on hand.


SOMEONE is trying to give me a heart attack.

Apparently one of the girls has Mommy's sense of humor. Not so funny when it's used against me.

First .. a little background ..
The other day, I mentioned to the girls that I'm a tad freaked out by one of their dolls. It kept showing up in different rooms .. always seemed like it was staring at me .. and after a while, the look on it's face seemed to be a smug little warning. "Just wait until we're alone lady.. no one will hear you scream."

I grew up on 80's slasher flicks .. what can I say.

Anyhoo .. Thursday morning I took the girls to school and then came home to make my shopping lists. I was sitting in the family room when all of a sudden I got that creepy "I'm not alone" feeling.
I look up and what do I see sitting on the living room table??

Yep .. psycho killer doll.
(Reading a book, no less ... which totally substantiates my "it comes alive at night" theory.)

I don't know which one did it .. but one of them is in trouble.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Our Easter Egg Hunt

(a little late ..)

We had such a horrible experience last Easter with the egg hunt at Chastain ... so this year we decided to wait a week and have K & R's best friends over for our own little throw down. (Can't beat the after Easter Clearance prices .. perhaps we'll shift all major holidays a week forward in order to cheat the system!)
The girlies had a blast ... and all went well ....

until ....

Two days after the gathering I got a call from Laraleigh. She was sick ...
then it hit her middle one ...
then .....
Stephanie .. (one day before her scheduled c-section!)..
and her little girl, Bella..
LL's sister-in-law
her little boy, Max ..
and then, poor Cooper got it too.


NO idea what it was that ran through the group .. but only our house and Autumn's house were spared...

until ....

David got it too.
Poor guy .. he wasn't even at the playgroup!
I haven't the slightest why the girls didn't get sick... especially when you consider that whatever made it's way through all the houses must have been left all over the toys here (and Daddy too apparently!)
Thank goodness .. sick twins are not easy!

So .. it was good while it lasted.

I think we may just skip Easter altogether in the coming years.

(If you haven't already figured it out ... you can click on each picture to view it larger)

Cooper is apparently unimpressed with my filler selection ...

Going through their baskets ...

Reesey doesn't know what happened to Luceas' chocolate .. (notice the overstuffed cheeks.. uh huh.)

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

It's when they flash these smiles...

.. that I reconsider having myself committed every day.

Lesson of the day.

The ONE time you accidentally use the word "butt" instead of "bootie" while talking to your kids...
(as in, "Listen kid, when I said, "sit down" I meant on your bootie ... not on your head!")
... make sure it isn't while you're at the library.

Rest assured that those little ears that never seem to hear ANYTHING else you say ... well, they'll hear this... and it will amuse them to no end.

Next thing you know, the quiet tranquility of the library will be interrupted by the repetitious sing-song,
"butt butt butt buttbuttbuttbuttBUUUUTTTTTT!"

times two.