How to raise your kids the right way....not the dysfunctional way

I was cleaning out the garage and found Melissa's Thumper costume from a couple years ago. It was just too cute to pass up. So of course, I dressed her up in it and then proceeded to laugh at her. I spent two hours laughing at her. I am sure two hours laughing at your kid will produce desirable results right??? Ron said I had been watching too much The Christmas Movie, you know where they put Frankie in the Bunny costume and the Mom loves it? Oh yeah that was me. Then I paraded Melissa around the neighborhood to display her to all we know. Again, laughing at her with the neighbors. Another wonderful and productive thing to do.

delay

since my m-i-l is here there is a slight delay in postings, since I KNOW all you do is wait for a new posting. Checking the blog several times a day just WAITING for something from me.....alas you will have to wait till the week after spring break. Maybe I will actually have something interesting to say.

dysfunctional hour again.....

I buy my kids guilt. All the time. It is a horrible bad thing to do, and I know it. I just can't overcome it. The most recent guilt???? Coordinating Easter outfits for all.....we will be twinners!!! (Me clapping and jumping up and down down). All Melissa's fault, really. She found the clothes, who am I to resist a good bargain on twinner outfits???? So yellow and blue here we come!!! (The weather needs to get with it!!)
The other bad thing i did???? I fed the kids cookies for breakfast, more than one morning too!! They loved it! Of, course I joined in ;)

Some people's kids.....

My Dad used to say whenever HIS kids were doing something bad/embarrassing/cute "Some people's kids..." I never thought i would be embarrassed my my own kids, but this last week has brought it to a whole new level. And it is all Melissa's fault! HA HA!
First, I am desperately looking for a miracle swimsuit. I want one of those tankini things, they are so cute. But I need a swimsuit that minimizes my plump butt, enhances and uplifts boobs and sucks in belly flab. In short I need a miracle. I took Ryan and Melissa shopping with me. Oh boy, it was hell. They did fine till the dressing room. I decided to be brave and venture into a bikini, a little one at that. The babies had been running rampant in the dressing room, tried to open the door a few times (it did not lock from the inside) and crawling under the wall or bench. I am hurrying, i really am. But the babies were like little birds freed from a cage when I had the bikini half off me and in just my underclothing. The babies fled in tow different directions into the store screaming and giggling gleefully. I in my panties chased them down and ripped them out the the clothing racks they went to and wanted to die, just die that I am in the department store (not dressing room area) in my panties. All i could think was; did I shave???
One would think after such a venture the rest of the week would go somewhat uneventful. Oh no, how could that be with Melissa? Grocery shopping day comes and I take all the kids with me. This is ALWAYS a bad idea. I have the worst kids in the store, things are thrown, kids are complaining, whining about every darn thing. I don't know why I think I can get anything done when I take them. We are in the meat section, and the kids are just starting to misbehave. I am almost done. Melissa announces, "I hot, I hot." I ignore her thinking I need to hurry. She said, "hot in here". And then she strips. Um, yeah that was my kids taking off all her clothes in the meat section. All of them, all. Of course everyone was laughing. I did the mature, so very adult thing, I promptly headed to the cashier and got the heck out of there!
One day I will laugh about this, maybe next week sometime.

dysfunctional hour.....

Melissa strips TOTALLY naked. Then she tells me, "I nakied". I casually acknowledge this. She then says, "I need exercise." Not sure what naked and exercise have to do with each other, not sure I want to think about it. But clearly I have caused some dysfunctionality in this situation.

mischief is coming

Don't they just look like trouble??

This is the former guest room I converted to the playroom. Seriously the best decision ever! I told Ron that us parents can get the house back. It has felt like toys and kids were everywhere we went, no adult space what so ever. Adult space is REALLY important to me. I am not one of those parents that likes the kids around all the time and everywhere. I NEED space and adult time. Creating this little playroom has helped with that. Or at least it makes me feel more balanced between parent and a normal person.

Quotes from Melissa

"Come on Ry ry let's go to the mall .... RIGHT NOW!"

"Give me hug Ry Ry"

"I like clothes"

"play with me....RIGHT NOW!"

"Look at me in window"