Saturday, August 31, 2013

Strawberry Jammies


Friday, August 30, 2013

Bathing All Alone

Chuy's whole bathing experience has been her sharing the bath with her sister.  Today she took one by herself:

Clearly, not feeling it.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Long Week


Chuy's constant vomiting and pooping liquid has made for a long week. A long stinky too much laundry week.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013





This is Chuy all morning. All day really.  Poor miserable thing.



I think I have to re think the diaper buster levels because Chuy wears two diapers to bed and she has busted out of both a few times now.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Happy Sweet Kidlet


Start with poop and end with vomit

Chuy had a poop that shot from her shoulders to her ankles this morning

And the day ended with vomit in my lap.

Going to the doctor!

Monday, August 26, 2013

Did not care for the outfit change


Sunny in her PJ's


Pretending to be Ariel


For all my teachers

Did you have a teacher that changed your life?  I did not.  I wish I did, but I think I was too prickly to get close to a teacher.

Kidlet's kindergarten teacher was dedicated and her first grade teacher is as well.

Yohboh and I were driving around when we heard the tail end of this spoken word poem:

And it was so bad ass that here is the link to the author.

And for those of you who cannot open the video here is the poem:

What Teachers Make
by Taylor Mali
He says the problem with teachers is
What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?

He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.
I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?
And I wish he hadn’t done that— asked me to be honest—
because, you see, I have this policy about honesty and ass-­‐kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A-­‐ feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored.
And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you?

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi. This is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the grade, he said,
“Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?
It’s no big deal.”
And that was noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.
You want to know what I make? I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you’ve got this,
then you follow this,
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this.
Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
Teachers make a goddamn difference! Now what about you?


So I had a coupon for Fabuloso.  It was in Spanish but I am reasonably bright and figured out that ahorre means save in Spanish.  Take that context clues!

I bought this one.  It is called Baking Soda with Citrus and Fruits.  And it looks like fruit punch and it smells like fruit punch.  I mean, I was cleaning the bathroom with it and I was tempted to drink from the bottle it smelled so good.

And it leads me to wonder, families that regularly have this in your house:  how do you prevent children from drinking it?  Because I had to drink a big old glass of red Kool Aid to kill the fruit punch craving.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Happy Sunny Kidlet


Sleepy Puker


Chuy has puked a few times today.  Once was on me.  But she looks so sweet sleeping.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Cheeky Little Thing


Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Lumineers

Chuy sings along to this song in the car.

No Picture Day

There is a boil water advisory in our neighborhood.

The power has been off and on all day.

The dog shit on the floor again.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Upside Down Kidlet


When the power goes out

When the power goes out, the dog shits on the floor.

When the dog shits on the floor, I have to clean it up.

When I have to clean it up, my almost 23 month old wants to help.

And I have to keep my baby from touching dog poop.

Which causes her to scream and hue and cry.

And throw herself to the ground dramatically.

Because I will not let her touch dog poop.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013



Monday, August 19, 2013

Homework Helper

Chuy likes to help kidlet with her homework. By taking all the pencils.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Busy Day

We had two birthday parties to go to.

Making birthday cards.

Friday, August 16, 2013

The Napper and The Anti Napper

The first week of school is exhausting.

She does not want to nap.

Thursday, August 15, 2013



This spider has taken residence in front of the sliding glass doors in front of the dining room.  

Exceptionally Grumpy and My Sunshine

Chuy has been really grumpy this week, since her sister is gone at school.


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Copying Big Sister



Tuesday, August 13, 2013

One Year Ago Today


Tai Chi

Chuy is all, "I am doing it too!"

Monday, August 12, 2013

First Day of School and the sads

Kidlet had her first day of school.  First grade!

And Chuy had the sads because of it. This was her face all day.

TWO the terrible

Kidlet did not have the terrible twos.  She was just a happy go lucky baby.

Chuy has been in the terrible twos since she was born.

Today is the first day of school for kidlet.

Chuy takes it as a personal affront that she does not have her favorite person.  And takes it out on me accordingly.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Both the faces of smitty

Today we went to a baseball game.  It was superfun and kidlet got to run the bases but we got home late and there was a frenzy to get everything done for the first day of school.

Both these faces remind me of my husband.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Eating Dinner

Kidlet really liked the macaroni and cheese.  Notice her back to school haircut.


Chuy liked the banana pudding.

Friday, August 09, 2013



Thursday, August 08, 2013

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Beer Helper

So yohboh came home with a 30 pack of beer.  Chuy immediately got on the floor and helped him load the beer into the beer fridge.



Tuesday, August 06, 2013

Bath Time Fun 2.0

Chuy pooped in the bath and peed on the floor while I was cleaning the tub.

So this is the 2.0 bath.


Monday, August 05, 2013


Kidlet spent the night at Gaga's.  Chuy is so happy to have her sister back.


Hoochie Coochie

Kidlet is a big kid. As in, she is large for her age. She can no longer wear the toddler stuff and I have had to buy her stuff for big girls.

The thing is, some of these clothes are very hoochie.  I do not think that little girls should have writing on their asses.  And the midriff thing?  Seriously.   WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO SEE A LITTLE GIRL'S POT POT?   And the last few bathing suits I have bought kidlet have a little space for her chest for puberty.

I am by no means a mormon and want her wearing Laura Ashley dresses.  I did a quick google search on Laura Ashley and found the site.  Horrifyingly, I like these clothes.

Oh crap, I am turning into my dad.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

Investigating the odd

So I hear the rapid pitter patter of little feet.  Then I hear them run off.  Then I hear them again, with a loud clunk and what sounds like the water from the refrigerator running.

So I investigate and find this:

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Eating the Beaters

Whenever I would watch a Donna Reed type show, the mom would let the kids lick the beaters after she made a cake.

Nowadays, you cannot let kids eat uncooked cake batter because of the dangers of salmonella.

So my kids are eating peanut butter frosting.

22 months old

Chuy is 22 months old.


Here is kidlet at 22 months.

Friday, August 02, 2013



Thursday, August 01, 2013

Playing Camping

The girls pretended to camp today.

Kidlet liked it a lot.

Chuy was meh about it.