tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68315591208699359202024-03-21T21:28:49.403-04:00Bytes of Mombytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-33983639085971263782009-11-05T15:35:00.002-05:002009-11-05T15:36:09.137-05:00Word to the wise...When you're feeling really down, listening to James Taylor's greatest hits DOES NOT help.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-49487910396903949022009-10-31T10:42:00.001-04:002009-11-05T15:43:10.953-05:0020 kids later and we're still aliveI know, I say it after each party "never again". But seriously, I'm sure I will do it again if they ask...kind of like walking 60 km year after year. ahem.<br />
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We had a birthday party for Bryanna at our house on Friday night (her birthday) with 20 kids. We could not have done this without the help of our dear <strike>suckers</strike> friends Shadia, Diana, Charlene and Zubin, and of course our clean-up crew (Nana & Poppa) who opted not to hide out in our bedroom.<br />
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One thing that was cemented into my brain during this party is that boys definitely have a different energy than girls!<br />
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</div>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-73561188657722252922009-10-30T23:27:00.005-04:002009-11-05T15:29:26.928-05:007 years laterSeven years ago, Keith and I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into <br />
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We were very excited about the prospect of having our own family, each with our own <strike>delusions</strike> dreams. What happened when Bryanna was born was nothing like we thought it would be. Our first bubble to be burst would be the labour part. My labour was nothing like the TLC baby stories I had watched. My labour was quick and scary and involved a vacuum and many stitches. The second bubble to burst was the breastfeeding part. It didn't work for us at first. NOT. AT. ALL. My bottom end was so painful I could barely move and my top end was quickly competing with my bottom end in the pain category.<br />
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The drive home from the hospital was the slowest I've ever seen Keith drive. I think we could have gotten a ticket for going so far under the speed limit (or speed lemon as per Caitlin).<br />
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Eventually things improved and we took it one day at a time. Bryanna has always been an easy baby, toddler, little girl, which has helped. Oh, she does have her moments, but don't we all.<br />
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Happy Birthday to the little girl who first made me a mom. I love you!<br />
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</div>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-9685536813565325842009-10-27T03:36:00.013-04:002009-10-27T12:26:13.131-04:00Totally loving itI've inherited my father's ability to chat up anyone. Apparently, it's been an asset since we've been in Las Vegas. We're finding out the best places to eat and the best place to get deals. Someone in one of our elevator rides told us about the kiosk in front of Treasure Island where you buy one ticket to Mystere and get the other free....all you have to do is ask! Tonight Keith and I saw Mystere. It's a Cirque de Soleil show playing at Treasure Island. It was incredible.<br />
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We were so in awe of the show and had so much fun that we decided to take the tram over to the Mirage and see how much it cost for tickets to the Beatles 'Love' show. When we arrived, the 7pm show was just ending and we talked to a few people coming out. They were all raving about it, so we went and stood in line to possibly purchase tickets for tomorrow. It was our turn next when someone came from behind us and gave us two tickets for the 9pm show because his wife was sick and they couldn't go. SERIOUSLY!!!!!! They weren't just tickets, they were FRONT ROW TICKETS PEOPLE. We were so thankful for these tickets because once we saw the price, there was no way we could afford to have bought them.<br />
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Two incredible shows in one night...does it get any better than that?<br />
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We were supposed to go for supper, but ran out of time so we just grabbed tortillas and crab dip here. There was a competition, and our cool bartender 'Steve' from Canada won...which meant everyone sitting in his section got free shots - this was fun...crab dip, shots, then watch Mystere...<br />
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</div>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-9603456490660362052009-10-26T01:48:00.009-04:002009-10-26T02:04:48.954-04:00Vegas Baby!Can you believe it? Me either. We're in Vegas!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">We are missing the kids SO much already. Tried calling around 4pm home time and the girls were outside and Devon was still sleeping. We didn't make it back to our hotel in time to call them before bed because it took us so long to walk just 2 hotels down the strip. Nothing is clear cut in trying to get from point A to point B. You must first go up three escalators, do three cartwheels, walk through 2 casinos, perform karaoke and then you're you're still not even close.<br />
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</div>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-16166216553578873072009-10-15T22:14:00.002-04:002009-10-20T22:32:45.324-04:00Artistic license now revoked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It took me almost half an hour to get this cleaned up with the help of a Mr. Clean eraser and a lot of elbow grease. So much for my idea of a little work table with markers for them to use when they want. THE MARKERS ARE NOW IN A CUPBOARD OUT OF REACH.<br />
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Thing is, I figure I lucked out in finding him at such a young age. I give myself credit for realizing it and not letting him go. He's the best thing that ever happened to me.<br />
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I'm a storm and he's my rudder, ehm, so to speak.<br />
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Happy 11th anniversary to the person I love the most *smooch*<br />
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</div>My little monkey lost her first tooth on October 5th. It had been wiggly for a bit and when it finally got really wiggly, I asked her if I could pull it out. Much to my shock, she said yes. I pulled. It came out. She was THRILLED. The toothfairy that lives in our area pays a twonie per tooth. She woke up, found the money and promptly put it in her shoe "piggy" bank.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-81908780594115364072009-09-15T23:00:00.000-04:002009-09-16T00:31:43.249-04:00Reason to SmileDevon: When are Nana & Poppa coming to visit again?<br />
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Me: I don't know, in a couple of weeks I think. Why?<br />
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Devon: Because I really love them. And their peanut butter.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-77708462689567612642009-09-15T00:28:00.002-04:002009-09-16T00:33:12.344-04:00To Pee or Not to PeeIn an effort to be a bit healthier, and decrease the amount of times I have to wake up in the middle of the night to go pee, I've been trying to drink more water during the day and very little after supper.<br />
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Yesterday, I picked up the kids from school and we went to the park to play for a bit. I only lasted for about 15 minutes before I got that feeling. You know, the feeling where you have GOT to go, there is nothing else you can think about, you can barely walk, you're back teeth are floating because you're so full of pee.<br />
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So after another five minutes of negotiation, I get all three kids and all the school bag's and lunch boxes together and we're heading towards the car. At this point, I'm seriously dying. Caitlin is walking slowly beside me and Bryanna and Devon are walking much faster along the sidewalk ahead. Actually, quite a bit ahead of us.<br />
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All of a sudden, I see Bryanna bolt off the sidewalk and start running towards our car in the parking lot. WHAT!??!! My jaw drops to the ground and a drop of pee escapes from my bladder from the shock of what I'm seeing. I've told all three kids SEVERAL TIMES NOT TO LEAVE THE SIDEWALK WITHOUT MOMMY.<br />
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Okay. So I think, I won't yell because I don't want to startle her in case a car starts to back out and she will stop behind it or have her stop and run back in my direction through the parking lot again. She will just stand beside the car and wait for me. Everything will be okay.<br />
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Have I mentioned that it's really hard to think clearly when your brain is floating in piss?<br />
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THEN, Devon jumps off the sidewalk and runs after his sister. Ahhhhrrrg. At this point I know I have to run, full bladder or not, because I see an SUV with it's white back-up lights on and my little man is heading right behind it.<br />
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NO, DEVON, STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW, DON'T MOVE. STOP. STOP RIGHT NOW. DO. NOT. MOVE. I scream as I'm running towards him in the parking lot. Thankfully, someone else walking in the parking lot who was ahead of me was able to grab him and pull him back and the SUV driver's window was down and heard a mad women screaming and stopped to turn and look.<br />
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Phew. MAJOR crisis averted, however, MINOR crisis did occur. My bladder, which has been sat on my three HEAVY babies, didn't fare so well.<br />
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And, yes, I did have a very STRONG conversation with all three kids once we were all in the car and buckled up. And once we got home. And before bedtime. And the next morning. And again as we were leaving the park today.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-18189760652641085462009-09-14T23:29:00.004-04:002009-09-16T00:11:26.421-04:00Reason to FrownSomeone refuses to watch another episode of The Wire because it's 11:30pm.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-66678558089633059182009-09-14T00:21:00.001-04:002009-09-14T00:22:22.718-04:00Peek-a-boo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS68oefFIsF-BlPBKPi66eDqZM9isG4UmYCdXYX8i9An1q0GrqA5eorELnJebiM8sy4f2dB73Qb2kqwERzXjwTKQN-uuAroMmbturGyiZhQtRYkpt_0hyphenhyphenYmX-Es1clOHaajhlweLKVLUyl/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS68oefFIsF-BlPBKPi66eDqZM9isG4UmYCdXYX8i9An1q0GrqA5eorELnJebiM8sy4f2dB73Qb2kqwERzXjwTKQN-uuAroMmbturGyiZhQtRYkpt_0hyphenhyphenYmX-Es1clOHaajhlweLKVLUyl/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" /></a>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-29023280465531216312009-09-13T00:06:00.006-04:002009-09-14T00:25:53.935-04:00Why I'm Going to HellFor the past few weeks, I've been reading my <a href="http://dooce.com">favorite blogger's website</a> from the beginning. So far, I've worked my way from 2001 to 2005. One of my favorite things from her site was the Thinking, How to Annoy Me, How to Charm Me section. I wish she would bring them back.<br />
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The real point of my post is that while in church, I was...ehm...not necessarily paying complete attention to what was happening. I was finishing reading <a href="http://www.dooce.com/archives/daily/09_16_2004.html">a post from Dooce's website</a>. This <a href="http://www.dooce.com/archives/daily/09_16_2004.html">post</a> is completely hilarious on it's own, but when you're not supposed to make any noise -- especially laughing noises -- it is just SO MUCH funnier. Keith wanted to know why I had my head down and was making funny noises and shaking. I, being the good wife that I am, passed him my iPhone so he could read it as well.<br />
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I've learned that the only thing harder than trying not to laugh when you're not supposed to is trying not to laugh when you're not supposed to AND have your husband beside you doing the same thing.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-66746232055221572232009-09-10T22:21:00.000-04:002009-09-12T08:55:20.700-04:00A FeelingI thought it was funny at first when nobody was dancing, or moving really...except the crazy girl in blue (which totally would have been me). <br />
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This video will definitely make you smile! <br />
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<i>Bryanna: you know Mommy, what Daddy is talking about when he stubs his toe or something, he scream SUNOVA. What is that?</i><br />
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I thought to myself for all of 0.001 seconds before it hit me, aaaaahhh SON OF A ..... <br />
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Me: Hey look, is that a bird that just flew past the window? no? Alright, who wants ice cream?!</i><br />
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I'm great at distracting.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-18987435292364959642009-09-02T22:59:00.002-04:002009-09-14T00:26:20.618-04:00Beaming with JoySchool has begun.<br />
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Can you see the rays coming down on the kids? That's from all the parents beaming with joy.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-55446752874283104132009-09-01T20:38:00.004-04:002009-09-14T00:26:31.368-04:00I'm Still HereA few people, several actually, asked me how come I stopped posting to my blog (which was quite surprising since I thought the only one reading was Keith).<br />
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I've had a lot going on lately and it's been hard to write anything that I want everyone to read. It's also been hard to write anything lately because then I would actually have to deal with feelings that I'm trying very hard to ignore. I didn't really realize how everything that has been going on in my life is affecting me until tonight when I ate 4 miami cakes, three quarters of a 10" pizza and washed it all down with a can of pepsi containing a mere 41g of sugar.<br />
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Ahem. Yes. Food. Is. My. Drug. Of. Choice.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-25550854648275892562009-08-15T18:34:00.000-04:002009-08-26T14:31:41.661-04:00Pool toysWe discovered the best pool toy ever. I actually think it should receive the toy-of-the-year award.<br /><br />It’s called the Daddy 2009. Best part?...it’s FREE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1lKhSgx6HPAbSHOq3Hodl7_w4EzCpu5HAmNO9nM4Y8uKnlOwkd1AnenAChYZY4XaszTwAS4ljTQilMCwS1KDd9Dlw45aqsM7CsoSuPgXPZcvLsZmR84BIPanfzNkWuCiv7EGOFxJuXuZ/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1lKhSgx6HPAbSHOq3Hodl7_w4EzCpu5HAmNO9nM4Y8uKnlOwkd1AnenAChYZY4XaszTwAS4ljTQilMCwS1KDd9Dlw45aqsM7CsoSuPgXPZcvLsZmR84BIPanfzNkWuCiv7EGOFxJuXuZ/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374261578416307218" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZf4EKeh6A0hfpJ0ry1o4yC6cVRbzcNbPTOaCYtUMt8jFHqJi5-nnHMvDL_oAZAVfZaPXWgNbOfbE0xeo0UwPD2PCVepW18By-yHJnk9IkRFU09NTCFJFun-z14PI9T2LXD4Lzrs1rpEQe/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZf4EKeh6A0hfpJ0ry1o4yC6cVRbzcNbPTOaCYtUMt8jFHqJi5-nnHMvDL_oAZAVfZaPXWgNbOfbE0xeo0UwPD2PCVepW18By-yHJnk9IkRFU09NTCFJFun-z14PI9T2LXD4Lzrs1rpEQe/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374261565631913522" /></a><br /><br />Check out her pointed toes, maybe we should put her in gymnastics!bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-91493597150185813122009-08-13T23:59:00.002-04:002009-09-14T00:26:51.340-04:00Smells Like...We bought a new shampoo for the kids.<br />
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Caitlin: “Do you know what this smells like?”<br />
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Daddy: “What?”<br />
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Caitlin: “Mommy’s coconut rum punch!”bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-32388134226562737632009-08-10T01:10:00.000-04:002009-08-26T14:29:16.927-04:00Care BearsI went to a birthday party with Devon for a four year old girl.<br /><br />Every aspect of the party was wonderful, everything was perfect.<br /><br />I mean perfect.<br /><br />The mom does everything that I’ve always thought I would love to do. She plans the best parties ever. You know, the one’s that the kids are talking about even at their high school graduation. She does the best scrapbooking. She does tons of crafts with her kids, which are beautifully displayed throughout the house. The back yard is immaculate. She has a beautiful vegetable garden.<br /><br />I love crafty things, I love scrapbooking, I love to bake, I had plans to start a garden.<br /><br />Reality.<br /><br />I barely have time do to crafty things with the kids, and I shudder a bit at the thought of pulling out paint and glue for the fear of the mess and havoc it usually creates.<br /><br />I haven’t scrapbooked in almost three years, I choose sleep instead.<br /><br />I sometimes bake with the kids, but it’s definitely not a beautiful cake or cookie that you would be proud to display.<br /><br />The new shrubs we planted in the spring are being strangled by the weeds towering over them.<br /><br />Garden...eh...what garden?<br /><br />The last few birthday parties that I planned consisted of either me calling Mr. Loblaws for a cake or doing a quick Duncan Hynes mix and throwing smarties all over the icing.<br /><br />The decorations are the same dollar store streamers from two years ago.<br /><br />Nothing matches.<br /><br />Really though, you should have seen the Care Bear cookies that were individually decorated.<br /><br />Look!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIdI8PPkm2GDT1caBMxZj5TxOQ5nG-zGUNj9GHlFOjx-CDMbQdY5QVFEQduT3vAp4GBhe06lzuqlbzbWdPW-idYph3V18ULnGx0BgydEbp3-rrxCYgKK9YUhFdsgKh4x2dDwXCLYbTvNt/s1600-h/009+(2).JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIdI8PPkm2GDT1caBMxZj5TxOQ5nG-zGUNj9GHlFOjx-CDMbQdY5QVFEQduT3vAp4GBhe06lzuqlbzbWdPW-idYph3V18ULnGx0BgydEbp3-rrxCYgKK9YUhFdsgKh4x2dDwXCLYbTvNt/s320/009+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374341273037358066" /></a><br /><br />These effin Care Bears are making me feel inadequate as a mom.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-78252159038387767782009-08-07T16:18:00.000-04:002009-08-07T16:31:47.876-04:00Potential Rock StarDevon loves music. We’re convinced that there is a continuous soundtrack playing in his head. He makes up songs for EVERYTHING.<br /><br />I’m putting on my shoes, puttin’ on my shoes, my shoes, MY SHOEEEEESSS.<br /><br />Up the stairs I’m going, I’m going up, up, UP, UUUUUPPPPPP.<br /><br />He has also loved guitars since he could hold the plastic red Wiggles guitar. He loves to pretend he’s playing and make up songs. He put on a concert for me today.<br /><br />Talking about the song he will sing for me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODpSq5MP55r9uL5fphDbbErGZKBXdqmuQpVJVTuAlHQlSw6O_jgI9-GTxqW7OPQiec-uHwg4XCrlB13qmQXpSnKeXiGRFWhK116f08UY8vc5oEb-jWlxD04fVHLadu6INo31hAChsBfF8/s1600-h/IMG_0786.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODpSq5MP55r9uL5fphDbbErGZKBXdqmuQpVJVTuAlHQlSw6O_jgI9-GTxqW7OPQiec-uHwg4XCrlB13qmQXpSnKeXiGRFWhK116f08UY8vc5oEb-jWlxD04fVHLadu6INo31hAChsBfF8/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367319697862824722" /></a> <br /><br />Singing a heartfelt song about bare feet<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLJcdS__cS8ACMU6Qb0YWkCQB06v7QCmesUPD_1wGWJooQPaVq-vf8Iln35AOdz2AXJBp1qKVXIRJTux-SuQ8XIbLdjTCY9-bjuvhyEczBSUsZL5TJfTc8n7jk3KtupKD1uGqyaHEWttM/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLJcdS__cS8ACMU6Qb0YWkCQB06v7QCmesUPD_1wGWJooQPaVq-vf8Iln35AOdz2AXJBp1qKVXIRJTux-SuQ8XIbLdjTCY9-bjuvhyEczBSUsZL5TJfTc8n7jk3KtupKD1uGqyaHEWttM/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320221106329378" /></a><br /><br />Mom, let me seeeeeeeeeee the picture<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1SGB6dlFglAMUxFxYQoGTPPnDLdMpGcraDLTFRBwOqzac3L3eJGe9j8iaUFSWyA37nGMOeR1VHWRoVfcKmDN5QMgNK75VIUP3heqdSmBCIkpdthwHNhHMtANbHLMFFUA2WU2C192_84V/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1SGB6dlFglAMUxFxYQoGTPPnDLdMpGcraDLTFRBwOqzac3L3eJGe9j8iaUFSWyA37nGMOeR1VHWRoVfcKmDN5QMgNK75VIUP3heqdSmBCIkpdthwHNhHMtANbHLMFFUA2WU2C192_84V/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320656339066274" /></a><br /><br />Playing a solo, check out his face, he’s SO into it<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf-SH_rhhXlR7IYTkSxZTAfdXDWkcJLwjs8Qo2B3NbdVHd5a2SngW1P13ft9UEaEA1wwH-jpR9BrfGyW9o9wyxukYAAXhWwyqT63_EsBMfQUmVj8GPiyh4wnk9Jet-qlOm9mAQpTBQPYf/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf-SH_rhhXlR7IYTkSxZTAfdXDWkcJLwjs8Qo2B3NbdVHd5a2SngW1P13ft9UEaEA1wwH-jpR9BrfGyW9o9wyxukYAAXhWwyqT63_EsBMfQUmVj8GPiyh4wnk9Jet-qlOm9mAQpTBQPYf/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367321076490548946" /></a><br /><br />Mom, let me seeeeeeeeeee the picture<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_bp5Ccz9bXQvSvWIaxm8i-bsPfqf5xyYnnkue7Vg6uCjmgY9Daf2VMVWDIN8tEnjhjhb1a4r2zQYo3DEWhPl9IlS9tPK6Ra3g1vJvZAEcXF0LsXKSX1Iqn98NDv5M0XdZqyRmThimoku/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_bp5Ccz9bXQvSvWIaxm8i-bsPfqf5xyYnnkue7Vg6uCjmgY9Daf2VMVWDIN8tEnjhjhb1a4r2zQYo3DEWhPl9IlS9tPK6Ra3g1vJvZAEcXF0LsXKSX1Iqn98NDv5M0XdZqyRmThimoku/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367321543200458258" /></a><br /><br />I think he’s channelling Elvis here<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDOObcJmAeveNX5jrBrbEfhVRxa0_JK50rxlb7vZSsTwYEHwjOftSntMQMmWZh5_YX4BeSrfrC_N4rTSRR0gAQNPauTzzFgsiERMB3d7PRLIMfK_3prZbk6D736QH6A8D4I_Ec903dnE7/s1600-h/IMG_0787.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDOObcJmAeveNX5jrBrbEfhVRxa0_JK50rxlb7vZSsTwYEHwjOftSntMQMmWZh5_YX4BeSrfrC_N4rTSRR0gAQNPauTzzFgsiERMB3d7PRLIMfK_3prZbk6D736QH6A8D4I_Ec903dnE7/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367321838285582994" /></a><br /><br />Thank you, thank you, thank you to all my fans!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8CYrh5wr8e7N2Bff06jP2S_MSBxIlpS-xrl3cV_r3987_SB9Lv2rMBNoENpgN3pQ2f8afDOpPoriTGIo1j7wxThWvRJZrJW75Qkm4C2e5RUwgQSQ-99iJZE3F118JnBZ5fb0gkajFW6r/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8CYrh5wr8e7N2Bff06jP2S_MSBxIlpS-xrl3cV_r3987_SB9Lv2rMBNoENpgN3pQ2f8afDOpPoriTGIo1j7wxThWvRJZrJW75Qkm4C2e5RUwgQSQ-99iJZE3F118JnBZ5fb0gkajFW6r/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367322251528555554" /></a>bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-43940747562395452942009-08-05T21:22:00.000-04:002009-08-05T21:37:41.308-04:00Bedtime Braids = Princess, Who Knew?Tonight at bedtime after brushing teeth, Bryanna came in the bathroom and asked me if I would put her hair in braids for bedtime.<br /><br />I was quite surprised – shocked actually. She never wants me to touch her hair, her face, her ears, or any part of her head for that matter.<br /><br />Of course you can have braids! I try not to smile too much or make eye contact in case she changes her mind.<br /><br />Caitlin now comes in the bathroom and requests braids for bedtime as well.<br /><br />Huh?<br /><br />You want braids too? Now I have to ask.<br /><br />Me: “Why do you girls want braids for bedtime?”<br /><br />Girls: “Because Cinderella puts her hair in braids at bedtime too!”<br /><br />Aha.<br /> <br />I knew there had to be a reason. They just watched Cinderella this afternoon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV_rUYJx2e8_n9fDSEr7pQIYryjEhxJNfWHWMq9Bn2yTIzptO05DDBgppnMfDbebn6Mx5_zrGWcV5aNSZJSnlvlP90tQwuf9MyXu9klAZ8HivS1-afX1QG4fHQ1S8m3169Rux7oaItQ2Z/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV_rUYJx2e8_n9fDSEr7pQIYryjEhxJNfWHWMq9Bn2yTIzptO05DDBgppnMfDbebn6Mx5_zrGWcV5aNSZJSnlvlP90tQwuf9MyXu9klAZ8HivS1-afX1QG4fHQ1S8m3169Rux7oaItQ2Z/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657156109957746" /></a><br /><br />I wonder how long my two princesses will be requesting braids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqNPWH51_McstmUpAZp9ACrNRE5d1glBs1oMPnv2Yj8t34AqGMypQYaIyLLJeGuiQer1_NbzcCpnPXhiAcSgD4q_x8RQEGEbkRkiuFGxRTybcXb7bKuysny3J0HU_DpqnfPg4ljq0Hdg2/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqNPWH51_McstmUpAZp9ACrNRE5d1glBs1oMPnv2Yj8t34AqGMypQYaIyLLJeGuiQer1_NbzcCpnPXhiAcSgD4q_x8RQEGEbkRkiuFGxRTybcXb7bKuysny3J0HU_DpqnfPg4ljq0Hdg2/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366658850456354354" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and they only wanted the braids, they were completely opposed to doing all of Cinderella’s chores before bedtime.bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-48032166938272590862009-08-04T16:36:00.001-04:002009-09-14T00:27:07.074-04:00Sick of all the Poo and PeeI’m so tired of all the poo and pee. I really am. Really.<br />
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Just recently, we had a conversation about kids peeing in the pool. You know it happens right? NO, no, I did not know that. I was under the wonderful allusion that it does NOT really happen. I liked it that way. Then we moved on to discussing just how long adults stay in the swim-up bars drinking without ever getting out of the pool. YUCK. OH MY GOODNESS YUCK.<br />
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While we’re on the topic of pee, I don’t understand how all three of my children have to pee a gallon of urine after they’ve been in the swimming pool for 5 minutes. Is it osmosis?<br />
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Naturally, our bathroom is at the front of the house so they have to run all the way through the house sopping wet to get to the toilet. Often, they slip and fall in all the water. Sometimes they barely make it to the toilet and other times they just end up peeing on the floor around the toilet. Seriously? Like you didn’t know you had to pee this badly?<br />
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We came up with this great idea to put a potty seat in the outdoor cabane right next to the pool.<br />
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This worked for about a week. I think now that they know it is so close they wait even longer before exiting the pool. I am now SO TIRED OF CLEANING PEE FROM THE CABANE FLOOR!<br />
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Just in case you’re still wondering why I’m so sick of the pee and poo...<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Setting: The kids and I were all swimming in the pool</span><br />
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Devon: “I’m pooped.”<br />
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Me: “YOU POOPED?! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!”<br />
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Devon: “No, I didn’t poop, I’m pooped, my yawns are coming.”<br />
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Me: “oh, pooped, okay, get back in.”<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Setting: I was at the table eating lunch when</span><br />
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Devon: “Look at my hand, you know why it’s all wet?"<br />
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Me: “Why?<br />
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Devon: “Because I stuck it in the toilet.”<br />
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Me: “GROSSS, GO WASH YOUR HANDS NOW, DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING, DO NOT COLLECT $200 AS YOU PASS GO .... GRRRRRRRR”bytesofmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16589953786491223392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831559120869935920.post-33031799274901919102009-08-02T16:56:00.002-04:002009-09-14T00:27:33.947-04:00Rain, Rain, Go Away – or Not!Kids: “Can we watch TV?”<br />
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Me: “No, it’s beautiful outside, we will watch TV if it rains.”<br />
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I swear to God they are all doing daily rain dances.<br />
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It’s SO working.<br />
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We have had a seriously wet summer. SERIOUSLY. WET.<br />
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We haven’t watered any of our flowers or the grass yet, and the garden looks wonderful, and the grass has to be mowed twice a week.<br />
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How many hours of TV per day does it really take to rot your brain? Just asking.<br />
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<span style="font-style:italic;">Ps: we just watched Bolt with the kids and they are totally on board for getting a dog – they want Bolt!</span><br />
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