Anyone remember this one?
On the 12th day of Christmas our babies gave to me:
12 slobbery kisses
11 disgusting boogers
10 loads of laundry
9 leg bruises
8 projectile vomits
7 poopy “accidents”
6 minutes of sleeping
5 hu-mun-gous temper tantrums!!!
4 outfit changes
3 darn colds
2 babies’ hugs
AND 1 GIGANTIC MESS TO CLEAN UP!!!!
My daughter is a little diva-in-training and has taken quite a fancy to my makeup bag. She’s been seen pretending to apply mascara using a toothbrush, a spoon, and even the tube of diaper rash cream. I’ve let her wear some of my lip gloss a few times and she’s a big fan of that privilege. This morning as I was getting ready for work, I let her put on some lip gloss and while we were in the bathroom I brushed her hair too. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, smiled and said “I pliddy now” (pretty).
Yes honey, you’re Maya (my) pretty little girl.
My kids are cramping my style!
I was playing Christmas music the other day and Matthew said he hated it. Finally after 2 or 3 CD’s worth of jolly good spirits he got fed up and announced “Mommy that Christmas music is annoying me! It’s giving me a headache!”. Sheesh! Clearly he’s too young to know what good music is 
Then there’s Maya’s “input”. We’re driving around today and I’ve got the radio on. She shouts from the backseat “MOMMY TOO YOWD (loud)! IT TOO YOWD! TURN IT DOWN!”. Oh alright, I turn it down. “More” she says. I turn it down another notch. “More” she says again. I turned it right off this time. “That’s better”.
Clearly these two have no idea how to have any fun.
Driving around after we dropped Matthew off at school the other day, Maya and I passed a Tim Horton’s (local coffee shop chain for those who ain’t from these parts) and Maya shouted at the top of her lungs “DEY SELL COOKIES DERE!!!”. Move over McDonald’s cuz you’ve got some stiff competition now
The kids had a sleepover at Babcia’s the other night. I don’t exactly know what my problem was but I missed them so much I was crying. Around bedtime I found Maya’s blankie and brought it with me to bed and cuddled it, still crying. It smelled exactly like her and I kept sniffing of it and thinking of her. Matthew takes his blanket with him all the time so I had nothing special of his to cuddle. He’s really into Lego these days but they’re not very cuddly and let’s face it they don’t hold on to smells very well. Chris said I could always grab some of his dirty socks if I were that desperate. I laughed my ass off! Ummm, no thanks I think I’ll just get over it.
Since the kids have discovered goofy kitty cat videos and Cat Machine videos on YouTube, I now have no computer. One plays their crappy videos on my computer and the other watches theirs on Daddy’s. So if I want to check up on my emails I have to log off the kids’ user name and log into mine. Kind of annoying, but not as annoying as being ragged out because whatever was on the screen under their user name was being “saved for later”. So now I either have to get up early or wait til they’re in bed to use my own computer. I think I’ll ask for a laptop for Christmas. But then they’ll probably fight over wanting to use the laptop cuz it’s new and cooler. I don’t think there’s any way for me to win this.
Matthew has already decided what he wants for Christmas; a Lego Jeep. We keep telling him if he’s good maybe Santa will bring it to him for Christmas and when we see him at the mall we can bring a picture of it so his elves will know how to make it. “No we’ll just tell him to go to Toys R Us instead” he says. So I try to explain to him all about Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole, and how there are little people called elves who are all grown up but are only as tall as Maya and how they work all year long making toys for good boys and girls, and that if we give a picture of what he wants to Santa he’ll pass it on to his elves so they’ll know to put one aside just for him. “No Mommy, I don’t want elves. We’ll just tell Santa to go to Toys R Us and get it”. In frustration, cuz I was really hoping he’d be mesmerized by the thought of tiny little men working up at the North Pole building toys all year blah blah blah I ask him why the elves can’t just make one for him. “Because they don’t know how”. I give up. I’m sure Santa gets a special discount at Toys R Us anyways.
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