Bad Decisions

RJ:  What was that screaming about earlier? Who was that Izzy?  I thought we were going to have to take someone to the hospital.

Me:  Yeah, it was Izzy.

RJ:  What happened?

Me:  She put a stool on her face and then asked someone to step on it. 

   

Thats my daughter

and her pet snake. 

When Emma thought she saw a ghost

  What?! I know!  Two blog entries in a row.  This is not normal people, so don't come to expect this out of me.  To be honest, this one wouldn't be happening except I don't think I can make a facebook status that touches the amount of insanity that has gone on at my house today.  And I don't mean that I did a super amount of workout dvds.  

  The really crazy stuff started shortly after the girls got home from school. (Although RJ working from home is usually troublesome when I am trying to get a bunch of stuff done while they are at school.)  Izzy started with asking me to make muffins for her bus driver.  She has been asking me for about a week. Today I had over ripe bananas and told her I would make them.  I thought it would work out so perfectly, they could have banana muffins for desert, I could take them to moms night out, and we would pack a few for her bus driver.  So after I went through all the homework.  Showed them all what to do, I headed to the kitchen to make the muffins.  Well, while I was doing that, Gwiny did 2 pages of spelling homework that are due tomorrow.  She had about 3 spelling words to go before she was finished when she realized that she had done last weeks words, and our world fell apart.  She cried and cried and cried.  And I offered to help her with the new words and she refused, and she cried and said she was so mad at herself, and she started on her new words.  She got 13 words in to her ABC order and she realized she skipped a word that started with a B and then she cried and cried and cried and threw away her paper, and still refused help. This happened 2 more times and I decided that I was more needed here, helping with homework than going to my moms night out.  She soon pumped out her homework and by 6:30 she was finished.  Just in time for dinner that I had been making with the muffins. 

  After dinner, the girls each had a bite of muffin and they all went running separate ways to spit it out as fast as they could.  To which I get this fine quote, " These muffins taste like they have real bananas in them."  I'm not sure what kind of bananas they thought were going to be in them. And later as I was cleaning the toilet seat of a muffin and spit combo, this quote " I sometimes feel like I am living in a house full of alcoholic sorority girls." But nothing has ever come close to the devastation that hit Emma about 30 minutes post muffins.

  My girls have done some pretty crazy stuff.  I mean they say and do some really weird stuff.  Like the time I had to tell Izzy that she wasn't really a mermaid and she didn't talk to me until an hour later when she went to the beach and didn't grow a tail.  Or the time 3 year old Gwiny tried to make toys come out of the catalogue and couldn't figure out why she couldn't just take them out.  Then she cried because it wasn't working the way she thought it should.  Here is my Emma story:

  Izzy and Emma were playing mother and daughter.  Izzy was the mom and had put Emma in her bed. When I walked in the room Emma said " My dad is hurt, he is in the kitchen."  I told her " I will go check on him and make sure he is okay."  When I came back about 2 minutes later I told her.  " He is just fine.  I checked him out and I saved him! He is eating cheese-its on the couch now."  So she and Izzy came running out of the room to check to see that her 'dad' was okay.  Izzy and Emma ran to RJ and said " You are okay!" and he said " Yep, but now I am a ghost" and gave the spooky "ooohh" and Izzy ran away laughing.  Emma on the other hand came running to me hysterical.  I couldn't understand at first why she was crying so hard.  Until I realized she really thought RJ had died and was a ghost.  She wouldn't look at him, she wouldn't touch him. She was terrified of him. We tried talking to her.  We tried telling her he was teasing and that ghosts are not real.  Finally, I forced her to touch his arm. Then he fed her a cheese-it which seemed to convince her that maybe he wasn't a ghost after all.  

Then we played uno and they all went to bed. As I tucked Emma in for the 23rd time she said, " Remember that movie Casper we watched at Grandma's house. He turned in to an egg and if he didn't have eyes, I would eat that egg. At Grandma's house." 

The End. 

     Who Ya Gonna Call?  

The Potty Train and other fun adventures

  Well the girls have officially started school.  In fact, they are about to start their 3rd full week.  So I am not doing so well with my timing again.  Ehhh, you know me, thats what I do.  Well, I am proud to say that I am the mother to one 3rd grader and one Kindergardener.  Every time I say that it makes me feel old, real old.  

   Gwin is doing great in 3rd grade, even though I am sure we never had to work this hard in 3rd grade.  She is currently doing a unit on spores in science, graphs in math, and learning vocabulary words like 'resistance'.   Yikes!  Aside from school Gwin is about to start girl scouts again and she has her 8th birthday coming up. She is still wanted to wear only tight clothes, so that is our fun challenge of the year with Gwiny.  Aside from the clothes fight, she seems settled in to her school and for the most part, willing to do her homework.  Even if it is just to get it over with so she can watch iCarly. 
    

   Izzy started kindergarten this year.  She has been having a bit of a hard time adjusting.  Some days she cries because she doesn't want to go to school.  Some days she comes home telling me she had the greatest day ever.  She has been getting a little extra instruction at home with me sense school started.  I feel like it is not right for her to get to run off and play while Gwin does homework, so we have been working on writing her numbers.  With any luck we will get her back in the swing of things and loving kindergarten as much as she loved her pre-k. 

  Emma started full time potty training the first day of school for her older sisters.  I told her that she would be going to potty school with me and we packed a backpack full of diapers, panties, and skirts that she would have to carry with her wherever we go.  The idea was that she would no longer wear diapers except at night, on long trips, and in a pinch if we couldn't find a bathroom.  She has been doing so great!  She is in panties full time now, again with the exception of those listed above.  But the very best part about the potty training so far was the first day when we got home after dropping the older girls off at school.  I told Emma, " Lets go sit on the toilet, it's time to start your potty training school." She put her hands on her hips and gave me a look similar to the one below, and said " That is NOT a train.  That is a TOILET.  I am going on a potty train."