Oogies

Funny things we HEAR from our kids...

I've got oogies in my nose

Mom, I've got one of those "hang ten" things on my finger (hang nail)

My Lolo who's 4 has been going around reciting every and any word she knows how to spell, she's the spelling champ this week. She knows Mom, Dad, cat, dog- you know the simple ones. She came up to me last week and asked how to spell Mother. Me: "Why Lolo? I don't want you calling me that- it makes me feel OLD." So last night at dinner, my oldest- Molly was doing her spelling champ list and asks how to spell Mother- without hesitation Lolo chimes in: "Molly you can't call her that, it will make her OLD!"

When I was pregnant with Annie, I took the oldest two girls with me shopping. I had a Navy Ball to attend and not much to wear- that fit anyways. Molly was 4 and Lolo almost 2. We all squeezed into the fitting room with a stroller and an arm full of dresses. Determined to not have them touching everything in sight, I kept Lolo in the stroller and Molly sat on the little bench facing me. As I was changing, Molly got sight of my top half and blurted out (quite loudly I might add) "MOM- Your b%bs are getting HUGE!!" Not bad if we were the only ones in the fitting room, but no, it was full- there was a line- and everyone heard- Yup, love those embarrassing moments! -----Same trip different store---- We went into a Macy's type store after eating lunch. Being that I was pregnant and had two children with small bladders, we were rushing around looking for a restroom. We found it, of course way in the back, behind clothes and conveniently sale racks. I almost swerved looking for the deal, but reminded myself of the small full bladders in company. So again I squeeze everyone into a stall, child 1- Done, child 2- Done. We are doing pretty good. My turn- as I maneuver the kids around so- #1 they can't escape and #2 I can actually sit without my knees to my chin- Molly blurts out: "MOM- are you going potty too?" I quietly try to shush her and reply yes. Ok, not bad, that wasn't embarrassing, so what if everyone knows what I am doing right? I mean isn't that why we are all in there to begin with? Yup, she can't leave it at that... "MOM, are you going Poopy too? Something's stinky? EW, Mom something smells like poopy!!" She continues to carry on and on- over my not so quiet shushing. And guess what...it wasn't even MY poopy- someone else, not me. So after she is done going on and on, we make our exit for the sinks only to see a line of ladies staring. I wanted to crawl under the stroller and be pushed away!

So that was really long, I'll try and come up with a few more shorter ones and continue to add them.

Hopefully everyone is enjoying these lists. It has been very entertaining, PLEASE comment and fill in with a few of your own!

Goomba

Funny nicknames we call our kids...

Goomba, short for goofball!
Pookie
Weasel (Nana called one of the girls this at birth, c'mon that's mean, so her nose was squished!)
Peanut
Twinkle toes
Princess Pie (after a #2 duty, we say you smell like a...)
Jabberbox (the child that won't stop talking)
Meme
Lolo
Lorlor (sound it out, I've never spelled it before)
Ashers
I would love to get a good list going, PLEASE add more of your own!

I love wordsearches!

Check out this site... lots of things for all ages and educational too, Woohoo!!

http://www.discoveryschool.com/
I made a wordsearch for Molly with all of her "sight words" from Kindergarten, also a few of her favorite things and family member names. She's been pretty busy!! Another Woohoo!!! :)

Help Save the HUGE Pumpkins!

So I have these great big HUGE pumpkins and yes in the excitement of Halloween coming we carved them. My husband had a fear of the phantom pumpkin squasher coming to our house, therefore these HUGE pumpkins have been sitting in my living room. I awoke this morning to find I no longer have cute kid carved pumpkins, but HUGE scary mold covered pumpkins! Did I mention they are in my living room?? Does anyone have any suggestions for my dilemma? We pondered the idea of spraying them out with a bathroom anti-mold cleaner, what do you think? Is there any hope of not squashing the kids happiness?? Help!!

Where did the weekend go?

Where did the weekend go?



We had a "Fall Festival" of sorts at our house on Friday. All the cousins came over and we did pumpkin carving, pumpkin cookies, donuts and cider, made tootsie pop spiders, (see pic) and of course pumpkin pie. It was a fun night, but considering we had 7 kids all under 6 years old, it was a loud, messy and eventful night! My hubby stood out in the rain with the kids this year and helped pick out the pumpkins, yep you guessed it- they are HUGE!! So teeny tiny Lolo is trying to scoop out the guts of the pumpkin and her whole arm disappears inside. Molly being the oldest of all the kids was also trying to be the most helpful, telling everyone how it should be done and what is the right way to do everything. And then there is Annie, sitting watching everyone, with a look of confusion on her face. She just keeps repeating..."puntkin gooey, yuck" What do you think was going through her mind?

In truth the night was more for the adults, yep another example of us reliving our childhood through our own children. We all had our own ideas of what pumpkin night would involve. In the end, all activities were accomplished, the children all had melt downs and we sent them all home crying and falling asleep walking out the door hanging onto their spiders. What a night!



So that was Friday, on Saturday I attempted to attend Molly's last soccer game of the season. Of course it was a 9:00 game! All kids dressed, fed and out the door soccer ball and all. So I was feeling pretty good, not bad everyone is happy, we are actually on time, ha even a tad early. And then.... we get there, it's freezing cold out on the open field, the sun hasn't even reached the field yet. Ok, so I said we were early, I didn't intend to beat the sun!!! The wind is whipping and everyone is now in the state of pure complaint. Why is it their dad can be standing right next to me but they have to complain to me, as if I can calm the wind and heat the earth!! Turns out I sat in the car with three unhappy children until more family showed up to help distract from the coldness. We all ventured out for the end of the game. Ran out onto the field and made a tunnel for the players to run through and then the rest of us all ran back to the heat of the car! In the end it wasn't all bad, this was the first game that our team actually scored some goals and won. I know it isn't all about winning and losing, but our team has gotten squashed every week, it was nice to be the squasher for once. Yeah Team!

soccer day

Do you think we relive our childhoods through our children?

Today is soccer day. Molly has an 8:30 game today, yes that is AM! I remember back to when my mom complained about these early cold wet games, but did I think back to that when I signed Molly up for the season...Of course not. To make the morning earlier it is also picture day, they have to be there a half hour earlier. Not exactly the sleeping in we had been hoping for at the end of a long week. My Hubby being the supportive wonderful husband that he is, got up early and got Molly ready to go. Fearing what her hair might look like in the pictures, I slowly dragged myself out of bed to do a pony tail. "Mom... I need the sparkly thing in my hair too!" Just exactly where is the sparkly thing? Who knows! Somehow we found it, tied her hair up, found the right soccer shoes, guzzled some orange juice and headed out for a cold wet game. (Hope she doesn't get a side ache running around after drinking the orange juice so fast.)

As she is running out the door it hits me... she looks just like me! I used to be the one running out the door to soccer. I remember the days of playing soccer bunch ball. I remember trying to figure out a cartwheel during practice, meeting new girls and giggling at anything silly while getting "the look" from the coach. I was supposed to be learning wonderful things like teamwork, technique, passing, dribbling, coordination... I played soccer for many years, but these early years are some of the best memories of the fun soccer days. So is this why I signed her up for the season? Was it so that I could relive these memories? I can tell myself it is for all the skills that will help her grow into a well rounded person. Who am I kidding? I signed her up because I thought it would be fun!

So next week when I drag myself out of bed for a ponytail, I will just have to remind myself what it feels like to perfect that cartwheel and giggle with all the other kids!