Things Ive learned from my kids

No matter how "cool" a mom you think you are, eventually you will embarass your kids.
A mammas boy is a GOOD thing.
We were not as sneaky as we thought we were as kids. Watching my kids now, I realize it was just a matter of picking battles as opposed to sneakiness.

Even if your kids are fairly healthy, when you have 5 of them, chances are good that someone will always be sick. At least in the winter time.

Once you are a mom of young kids, the terms night person and morning person go out the window. I am a 'sleep when I can up at all hours of the night on call 24hrs' type of person. And thats ok with me. Who'da thought?

How to ambidextrously feed myself and 2 babies at once.

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Tori-isms

My daughter Tori (who is 9) says some pretty funny things. Im gonna keep track of them here...
-I gave her a little pep talk about getting a period. Yes, shes only 9, but you never can be too careful. Later, she must have been still thinking about it cause she asked me "do I have to go to the dr. to get my triangle thing?"
-So while I was making dinner, the baby was in his bouncer screaming. I asked Tori to go fix him..."Im not giving my brother a vasectomy!!!" -now this one, she wasnt serious, but its still funny.
When holding the baby on her shoulder, I said, "hold his head so it doesnt fall". Alarmed, she looked at me and said "off!?!?"
In response to a commercial advertising a walk to raise money for breastcancer. She says "How far do you have to walk to not get cancer?"

Where HAVE I been?

Now, I know people most likely dont read this, but if nothing else, its a good way to get my thoughts down. I could go into the deep recesses of my mind, and let you all know what really goes on in this head, but hey. I dont want to be committed.
So where have I been lately? Being an amazing mom and wife!lol No really. I had my twins 7/8/09. Awesome birthday, and so easy to remember for the mother with a headful of birthdays and other such numbers. Ive never been one for numbers, and theres just too many to remember. Thank the lord for cell phones, otherwise I would never know anyones number. But I digress. Its not easy being a momma of twins. Im up all night, and it seems someone is always crying. During naptime, I have to make the all important decision of what to do? Shower? Clean? Cook? Sleep? Or maybe just watch tv and paint my toenails. I dont know how a mother with triplets or more can do it. I flirt with insanity on a daily basis. Oh wait. I hear a baby now! Sounds like...Corbin. Phew. Hes drifted back off into dreamland. Now where was I? Hmmm. The one plus to all of this, besides the fact that I have 2 beautiful baby boys, is my hubby has never been more appreciative. Its so nice to feel like what I do is noticed.
Now, Ive never been one to let having a baby get in the way of life, but wow. We dont get out much. Theres no way Im leaving this house before 10am, cause our best sleep is sometime between 5 and 10am. And naptime is sometime between 1 and 5pm. Cant leave the house then, cause I gotta shower, clean, cook, and possibly nap! Not to mention I still seem to have prego brain. So, sorry for my flakey-ness.

OB-GYN; fun for the whole family!!

I know this is something I have bitched about before to my facebook friends, but I thought I might reiterate a bit in case someone missed it.
To whom it may concern:
Being a mother myself, I totally get that you want your husband, your children, your mom, and whomever else involved in your pregnancy, but please. The next time you check in with the receptionist, notice the big sign on your right. What does it say 'for the comfort of our other patients, please make other arrangements for your small children'. Now, either I am old fashioned, thinking that a 2 year old still counts as a young child, or you have no respect for the rest of us sitting in that waiting room for god knows how long. We all know that a trip to the Gyno can take a matter of minutes, or a matter of hours. So why on earth would you choose to bring your kids?! I understand sometimes babysitters fall through, and as moms we can be stuck in dire straights. I get that. This is not what Im talking about, but the moms who bring dad, grandma, and the whole gaggle of kids. Grandma doesnt need to be at every appt. Heck. Dad doesnt need to be at every appt. Dont get me wrong, its an amazing thing to hear that heartbeat week after week, but if your husbands anything like mine, after being at every appt for the first pregnancy, and a few subsequent ultrasounds, the thrill is gone and he could care less wether he was waiting with me in a waiting room having hot wheels driven into his feet by the rowdy kid 3 chairs down or sitting at home with our own kids playing his world of war craft. In fact, I can guarantee he would prefer the latter. But I digress. My point, if you havent got it already, is please leave your kids at home if you have the opportunity to do so. And if you must bring them, keep them under control. I go out of my way to find somewhere for mine to go. I dont want to have to deal with yours throwing cheerios, tearing up magazines, and crashing their toy cars while yelling CRASH!! or being covered in their spit as they make their cars "explode" while you and dad, grandma, or whoever are lost deep in conversation pretending the offender does not belong to you. Common courtesy, people. Come on.

Oh, how differently we see the world!!

My husband comes home on a day like today, and says "what did you do today?"
Well dear, I know the house is a mess, dinners not ready, and I havent washed a piece of laundry, but Im tired. Its been a long day.
Why? you ask?
I say
"I woke up this morning, and did the usual tasks. Dog taken outside, kids fed, bathed and dressed. Then, oh husband dear, we took your car to the transmission shop to be looked at as promised. It took several hours so we walked a few blocks to Mcdonalds, and I sat there while the kids played. Then we walked back. Not an easy walk, as I came to find out, being 8 months prego with twins!"
What he hears
"I lounged around for a few hours, then we went out and had a relaxing lunch while you slaved away at work and were forced to eat leftovers."
I say
"After that, we had to go to the dreaded WAL MART because our poor pooch ran out of food last night, and needs to be fed. And also we needed to buy the reload card for your world of war craft. Which by the way, they were out of. We discovered this after the mad dash for the bathroom for the 4 year old who nearly wet himself. Then we got to have the ole battle over the treat at the register."
He hears
"Then we went shopping, and no, I didnt get anything for you. sorry!"
I say
"After getting home, I really wanted to sit for a minute, but the kids were freaking out about going to the pool, cause I made the mistake of mentioning this morning if there was time today maybe we could go. So next came bathing suits, towels, slathering them all with sunblock, and the great inflatable hunt. But of course, as soon as we got there, Tyler fell into hysterics because for some reason, that kid is afraid of swimming, yet insists on going!! After giving up on getting him to get in further than the second step, I took a well needed break on a lounger. Then after breaking up fight after fight (shes getting me wet!! He keeps throwing his toys in and making me get them!) I dragged them home. We had to be sly though, and sneak through the back as to not be spotted by the door to door salesmen that had already passed up our house."
He hears
"I layed out by the pool for an hour or so. Man that was tough!"
I say,
"I did get about 45minutes of peace, that I decided to take advantage of by doing absolutely nothing. Then it was off to Tball practice. Loading up once again, sitting through an hour of something I find incredibly boring (sorry Ty) then the pleasure of forcing the kids to leave the park so that I could get home and get dinner on the table. Im tired, my feet hurt, by body aches, and Im slightly sunburned, but I will still manage to find the time to feed you, throw in a load of wash, do the dishes, and make sure the house is picked up cause Im just that amazing."
He hears
"the rest of my day was spent sitting around the house, and having fun with the kids at the park. So how dare you expect me to do anything else. Its exhausting spending a day doing nothing."
You know I love you honey. : )

The art of T-ball.

What is better than watching a boat load of 4 year olds playing T-ball? That first game cant be beat. Its adorable to watch your kid jump in on a 5 kid pile-up and the look on the face of the poor kid who actually got to the ball first as he's being tackled to the ground. The boy who just keeps running. To where? Who knows. But he was told to run, bless his heart, and gosh darn it hes not stopping. That first game is great. Then it continues; second game, still pretty good. Third game? Darn it. These kids are actually learning how to play. Fourth game? At least there are only 2 innings to this sport. Fifth game? Really? Another one? Didnt you just have a game? I really do love watching my son play, but I cant help but fear what the future holds for this soccer-or tball rather-mom. 12 year olds arent as fun to watch as 4 year olds. I dont want to see talent, I want to see cuteness. And I really dont want to sit through hours of games. But I will. Cause thats my job. I will be in that cheering section every week with my super fun 'baseball mom' shirt throwing all of my support behind my kid and I promise I will watch almost the whole thing.
The disheartening part is the fact that I have 2 more older children who have recently decided they would like to play sports too. Brooklyn is really liking the idea of tball herself, and toris got her sights set on basketball. Throw into the mix piano lessons, guitar lessons, the possibilty of dance class, and two more kids on the way (because its only a matter of years before the sports cycle starts again) and this moms social life is officially over. But I suppose such is the price we pay for the happiness of our children.

Holy crap why does he drive me crazy?!

Who, you might ask? but my wonderful husband. Now, dont get me wrong. I love him to death, but yesterday he was in a little accident at work. What does this mean? No work for a week. Yes, a week!! So not only do I get the pleasure of dealing with the financial stress of no paycheck for a week-not an easy pill to swallow to a single income family living paycheck to paycheck- but I get to have him home. With me. For a week. Like I said, I love him, but we dont do well spending too much time together. Besides the fact that he's incredibly moody. So, Im already going insane, and this is only day 2. Wish me luck. And patience.