Smiling Mom

Smi­ling Mom: Hun?

Smi­ling Mom: I just asked you a ques­tion. Hun?

SM: Hun?

SM: HUBBY!

Hubby: You’re not going to post about this, are you?

Smi­ling Mom: Uh, ya. I’m going to post about this!

This is how the first day of Hubby’s month long vaca­tion went. Let’s hope for less **Dun­geons and Dra­gons** and more laundry fol­ding.

**edi­ted, Hubby infor­med me that it is Dia­blo II…Lord of Dis­truc­tion. Sorry for the mis­take Hubby.

This is how my first day of Hubby’s vaca­tion was spent.

Doing laundry.

Oh, and blog­ging, of course!

Now that I think about it, I might have even got­ten a nap in there somewhere

…says to me, “Wow, eClaire never cries like that when I watch her.”

I might just have to inflict serious punish­ment such as loc­king that per­son inside our 1100 sq ft house for seven days-in a row-without the air con­di­tio­ner on-with two children-TV banned-the only food in the house being liver and spinach.

Maybe that will cure the need to tell me how she’s so much bet­ter for him than me.

Saying this to the mom who is tired, I mean ti-red of her daugh­ter crying each and every time a dia­per needs to be chan­ged, clothes put on, or when the apple juice is pre­sen­ted in the wrong cup. (The cup pre­fe­rence, by the way, chan­ges daily-hourly-by the minute.)

And let’s not talk about the shoes. Oh the shoes! eClaire is a shoe Nazi. They have to be the per­fect pair of shoes (again the pre­fe­rence chan­ges daily-hourly-by the minute) and SHE, the 17 month old, must put them on.

See any pro­blem with this?

So after I enter the door and my dear daugh­ter begins to cry, please hold your ton­gue. Don’t tell me that she never cries when you have her. I already know this little bit of information.

I guess I’m the lucky one.

No excuse me while I fix myself a drink.

I’ve been falling short on my Makeo­ver Mon­day items this month. Things here have been a bit crazy.

Before I get to my goals for this week I must report on last week’s progress:

Plan and exe­cute the per­fect three year old party.

Com­plete!

I went to our local Michael’s and bought large sand buc­kets for $1 each. What a deal! My mom wrote each child’s name on his/her buc­ket using foam let­ters.. It tur­ned out super adorable.

For the craft the kids deco­ra­ted foam visors, also a Michael’s find. This was a big­ger hit than I expected.

The pinata was a blast and adults and chil­dren alike had a great time. It was a fan­tas­tic day!

This week’s goals:

1.  Finan­ces, yuck.

2. I sig­ned up to be part of the Blog Exchange. Mea­ning I need to post another blogger’s post on my site Mon­day mor­ning. Unfor­tu­na­tely I am going cam­ping with the family from Fri­day mor­ning until Mon­day eve­ning.  See the pro­blem? I need to figure out a way to get my Blog Exchange partner’s post up on my site on Mon­day morning.

3. This is our first cam­ping trip as a family. Hubby has taken BC on an overnight-er, but eClaire and I did not join them. We will be gone for a few days and need to figure out a way to camp without brin­ging our whole house.

So there you have it.

Thanks to MoodS­win­ging­Mommy for crea­ting Makeo­ver Mon­day. If you’d like to par­ti­ci­pate, drop on over to her site and see what this is all about.

Yes­ter­day was ama­zing, fan­tas­tic and spec­ta­cu­lar! The weather coo­pe­ra­ted with us, warm with a cool breeze. Friends and family came over to cele­brate BC’s third birth­day. It was a day to remem­ber. I wish I could put into words just how proud I am of the family Hubby and I are crea­ting. We have two fan­tas­tic kids!

Just before anyone sho­wed up for his party, Hubby asked BC how old he was.

BC: Two.

Hubby: But it’s your party, that means you are three now.

BC: No Daddy. I’m not three until my friends get here.

CUTE!

If you would like to see a wider variety of pic­tu­res from our party, pop on over to my photo’s page or to my flickr page. But I’ll post some of my favo­ri­tes right here.

Ok, I went a bit crazy!

Happy birth­day Baby. I’m glad you ente­red my life three years ago.