I could have died . . . if we weren't laughing so hard!

Last night, my Brother-in-law, David, and his fiance' (WOO HOO), Jessica, took us out for dinner for my Birthday! Jessica said she "peeked" at my blog and knew I wanted to go to Blue Fish, so that's what we did. It was fabulous! It is one of my very favorite places (and on my B-Day wish list). Normally, we wouldn't have taken the kids, but we did and they did pretty well, so afterwards, we decided to walk over to Fuddruckers and let them play a few video games (they love, love, love to play games). So we did. As we were all walking over, Mike and I were debating about whether or not to go ahead and change Molly's diaper because we'd been there a while. We decided to wait and do it after the games, because I brought their jammies hoping they would fall asleep in the car on the way home (they didn't).

OK. So. We walk over to Fuddruckers and walk through the restaurant towards the game area. It's pretty busy in there. People everywhere. All of a sudden, Molly (who is wearing a dress), bends down and in one Super-Fast motion, rips off her too-heavy diaper and throws it right down on the floor in the middle of the restaurant. Yes she did. I swear, I think the whole restaurant stopped, looked, and started laughing hysterically. I mean, I actually saw tables of people POINTING and LAUGHING. It really was hilarious! I don't know if this is one of those stories where you had to be there, but OH MY! I could have died!

Two Sickies, One Mugshot, A Car Race, and OH yes he DID!

Well, I've had two little sickies in the house this past week. First Molly had her ear infection and then Mr. Matthew got his own version. They are both on their way to a full recovery, and I am a happy Mama!

So yesterday, I was trying to get dinner made before Mike came home and I knew something was up. I just knew it. Molly was playing by herself and it was quiet. Eerily quiet. I knew I should have gone to check, but I didn't. I asked Matthew where Molly was and he said "sitting over there." I looked "over there" and I could see her little head bobbing back and forth behind her toys. I thought "wow! I can't believe she's sitting over there playing so nicely!" Well, that' because she wasn't. The little toot had gotten my purse down off the table and was hiding behind her toys. She found a bag of m&ms, opened them, and went to town. Then, she got into my lipstick and proceeded to make herself up. She tore out her hair bow to complete her glamorous look. I caught her red-handed. This is her mug shot.That picture cracks me up because it totally looks like those celebrity mugshots you see on tv and in magazines where the normally beautiful celeb looks trashy and dazed. That's my beautiful girl--looking dazed from way too many m&ms and lipstick in her nose. Hopefully this will be her only mugshot!

Fast forward to a much cleaner and cuter Little! (By the way--we call her Little alot. I don't know how it got started, but that's one of her nicknames that we use quite a bit. We also call her Mollypop, Molly wobbles, Mol, Miss Pants, and Sister).

This is Little in her first pig tails (or puppy dog ears)! She's getting so big!

This weekend, Mike and Matthew had their Adventure Guides Pinewood Derby Race. They built a car, painted it, and off we went to the Derby! Matthew got a badge and a medal and lots of memories with Daddy! Priceless.
And Finally . . . Oh Yes He Did. It was bound to happen. I did it myself several times as a child. Mike told me that he did it, too. It happened last weekend. He spent the night with my parents, went into their bathroom and said he needed "privacy" (HA!), got out my dad's clippers and trimmed his hair! This happened about 2 days after our $17 haircut. He trimmed right in the front, middle of his head. So funny! You can really see it better in the last picture.

Happy Wednesday! It's supposed to be 80 degrees here tomorrow! Woo hoo!

What have you been doing?

You know how those phone conversations start with your friends, your husband, etc? Where the other person says "so what have you been doing?" (Or worse, where the husband--not mine, of course, he would never say this--says "So what did you do ALL day?" like you sat on the couch, watched soap operas, and ate bon bons???). Well--this is what I did this week. Please keep in mind that our house is normally not this wrecked, but husband and children had been home for over two weeks, and things got a little, shall we say, C R A Z Y!


I like to call this: Matthew's Room Before Matthew's Room AfterPlay Room Before

Play Room After

Dining Room Before

Dining Room After

Prepare yourself! Kitchen Before

Kitchen After

Living Room Before

Living Room After

I also cleaned our "office"--which is really our secret room where we put all the odds and ends. It is now safe to enter. Mike will probably come home, see it, and freak out! "Where did you put everything??? Did you throw ______ away??? (said with a slight tone of panic). If you remember from prior posts, he's a saver and I'm, well, not.


So, we also have this kitty. Miss Ginger Bell. AKA Q-Tip. That's right. I'm going to start calling her Q-Tip. They are her toys of choice. I'm finding them all over the house. She's theiving them out of my Q-tip jar in the bathroom.

I'm not kidding. She runs into the bathroom and puts her teeny little paws in my cute and adorable Q-Tip holder and then has her way with them.The post wouldn't be complete with out a few shots of the kidlets. Here is my future engineer.

Sweet kidlets eating breakfast this fine morning. Don't look too close, Basco is probably drooling.

Where's Molly? Wheeeeeere did Molly goooooo? I can't find her!

Oooh, let's look a little closer.

There she is!

And as if to break her Mama's heart. Mama says "Molly, smile for the camera!"

Molly says "No! No! No! Noooooooo!"

I'll get over it. After a margarita. Or two. Happy Friday!