Just Your Average Funny #10

Charlie – Mommy, Allie was in your tummy a long time ago. Like 14 seconds ago.

Me – okaaaayyyy

Charlie – How long ago was I in your tummy?

Me – 15 seconds ago

Charlie – WOW! That’s a long time, a really long time!

I Guess That’s One Way

I left Charlie making a PB&J in the kitchen. She’s old enough now and this makes me happy since peanut butter smells gross.

All of a sudden she’s in the living room saying, “Mommy, I used this to get a whole lot of yummy peanut butter.”

An ice cream scoop. She found an ice cream scoop.

Priorities

Tonight at dinner:

Me – Charlie, how woukd you like it if mommy made a chart and when you did tasks on the chart you’d earn money to use to buy things?

(ie, a chore chart)

Charlie – Or I could save my money and we could use it to go to Disney World!

Yep, she’s got her priorities straight.

Toy Closet

Our living room has been stressing me out lately. No matter how often I clean, you can always see toys and it looks like a daycare. This picture was taken five minutes after we got home from school last Thursday.

How crazy is that?

So, I started thinking about where the toys could go. Preferably somewhere that I didn’t need to look at them.

Suddenly I saw this.

It’s the closet under our stairs. The door opens into our living room, but it’s really deep. One problem.

Completely unable to get inside it due to crap.

But, I had a mission.

Last Friday, I cleaned that closet out. Eight bags of garbage came out of there, plus recycling.

We were left with this.

Next stop, Dollar Tree for toy organization bins. They have awesome bins for $1 a piece. I spent $20 on various small bins. Perfect size for toys.

Came home and put toys away. Right now the closet looks like this.

And like this.

The girls can find all their toys with ease. Also the novelty of putting their toys away hasn’t worn off yet.

Best part for me is this.

Nice and clean. Doesn’t look like a daycare anymore. ALL of the toys fit in the closet and I can shut the door on them. It’s wonderful.

Science by Charlie

C – Mommy, the moon’s not a planet.

Me – Nope.

C – It’s a rock.

Me – Yep.

C – A very big rock. Rocks aren’t planets.

I’m pretty sure someone’s actually paying attention in school.

Just Your Average Funny #9

Tonight:

Me – John, I think the Easter Bunny might bring Allie a princess D-O-L-L in her basket.  (Sidenote – she keeps stealing Charlie’s)

Charlie – I want that too.

M – want what?  You don’t know what I said.

C – I want it.

M – I thought you wanted the Easter Bunny to bring a purple scooter in your basket?

C – I want a purple scooter and that thing you just said.

Gotta love her tenacity, but, no princess dolls in her basket this year.

8 Months!

(Yes, I know I skipped 6 and 7. I’ll get those finished soon, I hope.)

Allie turned 8 months this past Sunday. This is proving to be a fun age. She’s not as fussy anymore, although she’s still definitely a baby that loves to be held, whether it’s in my arms or in the sling.

She’s big on eating all kinds of solids now. Yesterday we tried some dairy-free cornbread and that went over really well. Spaghetti is big on her list too!

No doctor appointment so I’m unsure of weight, but she’s probably around 20 pounds. She’s in twelve month and eighteen month clothing.

She is crawling everywhere. EVERYWHERE! You can’t put her down and leave her anywhere because she won’t stay still. And she gets into everything. I caught her trying to put her hands into the Wii today (which is, fortunately, unconnected).

She still has no teeth and is teething, which means everything goes into her mouth. Yesterday that happened to be John’s phone which is currently being taken to Sprint for repairs due to excessive drool.

We call her Alleycat and sometimes I find myself calling her Al. She’s awful sweet and curious and having her around is loads of fun.

Les Miserables – Part Deux

This house is one big cesspool of mucous right now. Charlie is feeling a little better thanks to Hyland’s Cough and Cold medicine. She’s still coughing and cranky. 

But, now Allie has picked up Charlie’s cold and is all runny too. To make matters worse, Allie received her six month vaccines yesterday, as well as her flu shot, so she’s currently one big ball of sunshine (note the sarcasm).

This is the first time we’ve dealt with two sick kids and I’m sure it won’t be the last. What have I learned from this experience? Nothing is getting done in the house when they’re both sick.

Week 1 Goal Accomplished, Onto Week 2 Goal

So my goal for the first week of the year was to finish a reading nook in our upstairs hallway.  You can see pictures here. And, I was able to get this accomplished. Here are some pictures of the finished space.

We need to keep this chest of drawers in the space because it serves as our linen closet (we don’t have a linen closet in this house).

The artwork used frames that we already owned and was printed onto photo paper that was bought years ago. Total cost for artwork, FREE. Links to the printable pages are Here, Here, and Here.

The bookshelf was bought several months ago at Target. It is Circo brand and was bought on sale for $24.99.

My parents purchased the Pottery Barn Anywhere Chairs for the girls as Christmas gifts (Charlie’s is from 2011, Allie’s is from 2013). Total cost, FREE.

The lamp is from IKEA and was no longer being used in Charlie’s bedroom, so was repurposed out here.

Grand total for this entire space was only $24.99.

I eventually want to repaint and to add new carpeting (neither of which we can afford right now) as well as make a rag rug for in front of the shelf (no time to make one right now), but I think the space looks and works great as it is!

My goal for week 2 is to finish cleaning and decorating our master bedroom.  Here is what the room looks like currently.

For Shame, John. For Shame.

We went to Panera for lunch today after getting Christmas pictures taken. Charlie had mac and cheese and she didn’t finish it, which is usual, so we brought the leftovers home.

A little later, John was hungry and decided to eat her leftovers. He ate the mac and cheese and left the panera take out container on the counter. I didn’t notice this.

About an hour later, Charlie came into the kitchen, noticed the empty Panera container, picked it up, and said, “I want my mac and cheese. Where’s my mac and cheese?”

I looked at John and said, “This is all you.  You handle it.”

What’s he tell Charlie?

“Mommy ate it.”

Husbands are terrible sometimes.