DS Wrote a Book

DS "wrote" a book yesterday. It's basically just random letters written across 8.5 x 11 sheets of paper. DH and DS folded and taped them together so they would look like a book.
I caught DS "reading" his book to his little sister today.
So totally cute.

Bathrooms

DD is now afraid of bathrooms. And it is my fault.

While driving to our Disney Christmas Vacay, the sweet little punkin' had to potty. Anyone who has travelled I-95 has seen the signs for South of the Border. Personally, I think this place is a disgusting tourist trap. It was, of course, the only place we could stop since DD had to go NOW.

There were at least 2 tour buses and only one ladies room (it had multiple stalls, but when there are 800 million women who need to go to the bathroom, it doesn't matter). I hold my 2YO DD like a shield and rudely push my way to the front. There is standing water throughout the entire bathroom. I wipe off the seat and put her down. She does her business. I sit down and do my business. I stand up to button up and turn around. HER HANDS ARE IN THE TOILET!!!!!!! I shriek like a madwoman; fly to the nearest sink and commence rinsing off her hands. Of course there is no soap. DD is crying b/c I've scared her out of her mind. I whip out the Purell and douse her hands. I think I put so much on her that there were pieces of skin hanging off.

The next time she had to go potty I told her to stand there and put her hands on her tummy while she waits for mommy. Now everytime we go to a public potty, she solemnly informs me that "I not touch anything. Hands on tummy."

Talking Trash

My 4 year old son is a trash talker! Anytime we play a game, he talks trash! "I'm gonna beat you mom." or "Watch out, I'm gonna win." Things like that. What a cutie pie.

Snow Day

How I thought it would be:

Children frolicking in the snow. Coming in to a warm house, putting on dry clothes and drinking hot chocolate. A little soup for lunch. Naptime. More frolicking.

How it really was:

Children running around the yard getting their shoes and pants wet. Reaching down to touch the snow. Screaming in agony because, the snow? it is cold. Sobbing children being stripped in the garage and needing to be dried off. The fun lasted about 15 seconds.

Since then, we have eaten a snack, played with Play Dough, and colored. It was only 10:30. What the hell am I supposed to do with them indoors for the rest of the day? Looks lik it will be all day cartoons in Chez Wizzle!

We went around to deliver homemade zuchini bread to all the neighbors.
At one home, my DS tells the lady that we have a bigger tree. At the same home, the woman of the house ("WOH") asks DD if she wants to give her dog a treat. WOH hands a doggie treat to DD, who promptly puts it in her mouth! Great.

Swim Lessons

Last night was DD's first swim lesson. DS is old enough to do the lesson's by himself, but DD has to have a parent in the water with her.
DS was happy and proud.
DD wanted to play. She was fussing and crying almost the entire time. Not because she didn't want to be in the water, but because she wanted to do what she wanted to do. She did not want to play ring around the rosie or kick with the other children.

How you can tell I'm a mom

If you saw a woman in a suit walking to work this morning with a Dora umbrella barely covering her head, that was me.
If you saw a woman sitting at her desk eating lunch from a Thomas the Train container, that was me.