TV Update

I've spent hours (?) trying to get the paint off and I'm having luck with my finger nails and cotton balls soaked in alcohol. Slow progress, but I'll take it as long as it works. I'll post pictures tomorrow. Thanks for everyone's suggestions!

This is the original. :(

Here is after an hour of paint removal.

And after 2 hours.

This is where the damage remains for now. It's not coming off the black plastic frame at all. But the screen is better. I don't see how I'm going to get it all off. :(

Have you ever had a morning like this? Baby wakes up early, okay not too bad. Husband has a hard time waking up. No big deal right. 3-year-old sleeps in till 10:30 - woo hoo! Then the next hour gets a bit crazy... I'm on the phone, Baby's throwing a fit, there is a plastic bag stuck to her foot. With in minutes Baby and 3-year-old destroy hours of organizing. :( Baby pulls three drawer plastic organiser (bigger than she is) over on to herself. She is trapped. 3-year-old sees this as an opportunity. Crash with the truck, Baby is crying. Problem resolved, lets all chill okay. I turn my back for a second, pushing, shoving and biting occur, oh, and lots of screaming too. I'm off the phone some where in all that mess and 3-year-old disappears. I change the 3rd poopy diaper of the morning. Baby is tired, crying begins. We go downstairs for a bottle. Panic !!!!!Ohhh!!!! Owen!!!!! What have you done!!???!!!???!!!!!!!!! Augh!!!! Where did you get spray paint???!!!??? 3-year-old has happily spray painted his expensive birthday present. He is confused. Mommy should be happy too, why does her face look like that? I have 3-year-old washing his hands while I scrub the toy furiously trying to beat the quick dry results the advertisements claim. I get off a little but for the most part it's too late. No big deal right, at least it's just a toy. Worse things could happen. He will just have to have a messed up toy, his problem not mine. What's that smell? Again??? Who pooped? Baby. I make her a bottle, lay her on the floor to change the diaper, as soon as I'm done she is off to nap. I glance up. No, please no! Great now I'm in trouble too. 3-year-old has spray painted the TV screen. I move at the speed of light to attempt to wipe any paint off that hasn't dried. No luck. I put baby in bed, she is content - at least one of us is. 3-year-old is in time out. I've got to call Daddy. :( I glance at the clock. 11:30 Seriously?

Prayers are welcome.

I Nearly Forgot

A Mommy Moment I don't want to forget for a long time. A simple happy moment. Today I had Charly, Owen and Marilee in the van with me. Before the freak out stage of the afternoon began we were all having fun listening to Fleetwood Mac (I'm a big fan - bet you didn't know). The kids are rocking back and forth side to side, clapping their hands, kicking their feet all in time with the music. The windows are down letting in fresh air, breathing it in felt good. Singing along - even though I cannot carry a tune, not even if my life depended on it. Toddlers don't judge. It was such a happy moment. Everyone content. I try to remember those moments and look forward to them, especially on the tough days.

Still Alive!

Well I'm back! What a great stay-cation I had! Every day was normal with the exception of me and the Twilight series... again. I just love the story!!! And Edward of course. Blush. :) So, over are the late night reading fests and reality, here I am! I should go say hi to my kids too.

Life hasn't been completely void of reality. :) Owen has just finished his first swim class. He did pretty well. His teacher, Miss Angela, at the YMCA Canton was wonderful! She does so well with the kids. Owen did well working with her. He struggled with listening while waiting his turn. Over all, for a misbehaved yet sweet three year old, he did pretty well.

Waiting for class to start.

I finally found the black cubes for the shelf I bought. Apparently the black ones sell out faster than they make them. And since they aren't sold online I've waited for a while for them. They make clean up time so easy and keeps my living room from looking like a toy war zone.

They really do contain monster messes.

Next on my mommy agenda is to find out what the fascination is with eggs. Owen is constantly pulling them out of the carton and putting them in odd places in the house. Thankfully he has not broken any yet. He left that to me, I dropped one while I was fussing at Owen about being careful with the eggs. :)

What the heck?


Amazingly Garett and I rarely make it on the Blog. But as proof that he does still exist...

Garett and Charly. I can hardly believe that she will be ONE later this month!

Yet another mess maker. This mess was created in all of 10 seconds. She was so happy about it too. There are so many blog games out there, I think this one would be great...Guess how many Cheerios made it into the cushions. It's kind of like guessing the jelly beans in a jar. But I doubt anyone wants me to send them the vacuumed up Cheerios.

Trying new foods! Yum spaghetti! Charly has made it known that she no longer wants baby food. She refuses it before it's even opened. She as been asking for our food so I let her have it. So far she loves spaghetti, she likes red beans and rice and tonight she devoured taco salad. :)

Go Cristina Go

To everyone who reads my blog... Please check this blog out: http://gocristinago.blogspot.com it is the blog of my friend Cristina. She is a contestant in The Biggest Loser Atlanta edition. She is very deserving of this opportunity and is working her butt off. :) Oh so literally. :) So please support her, cheer her on! And most importantly.... VOTE for her!

Thank you so much!

No Judgements Allowed

Lately Owen has been mimicking Garett and I like a little copy cat. Of course that means we have to be extra vigilant about what we say and do. Garett told me that last night he did something (what exactly I don't know), froze and thought I probably shouldn't have done that, I hope Owen didn't notice. Just as he finished his thought Owen says "Look Daddy Owey do it too!!" :) Oops!
As for me, I'm guilty of saying things that I shouldn't like stupid, dumb - no swear words (ya I know you were wondering if the Mormon girl swears). As a fresh reminder to watch my words Owen told me, "Mommy I'm sick of your crap!" he proceeded to try to put me in time out. Nice I know. When he repeats those things I cringe and promise myself to do better.

A Little Misunderstanding = A New Word

I always tell Owen "I'm the Adult so you have to do what I tell you." So....

This morning Owen is sick and he doesn't want to take his medicine. Why? Because, "Owey's Adon't and I no take it."

I just love the new words. My niece Taylor called Adults - "Madults" and now we have an "Adon't" and they don't have do do anything they don't want to do.