She looks like Dave

If your not laughing, I guess you don't get it!

If you don't get it, don't worry........it's not that funny.


But THIS, is funny. Ava being introduced to "Baby Songs" by her older brothers. If you want a good laugh come borrow our "Baby Songs" DVD. The little kids love it, but it's a ridiculous flashback from the '80's. As cheesy as they come, but your sure to find a little kid in here that looks just like you did. (I would never admit it though!)
"Oh, my brothers turned on a movie for me-- this is interesting. Why are that kid's pants rolled up like that?""Ahhhh... check it out! It's mullet boy, standing next to the girl with her bangs standing straight up."
"Dude, my brothers are really into this. I'm not sure it's good for my image to been seen with these two. Hey look, that mommy stuck her finger in a light socket!"


"All right, this can't be for real. I'm embarrassed to be sitting here."

We wear clothes?

We started a new program with our kids today, called Accountable Kids. I was put onto it by a friend (thanks Jaime) and felt like it would be a good fit for us. Anyway, the program focuses on kids being accountable for themselves, etc. etc. I won't go into the details because this post is about clothes? Yes, clothes-- I know I make no sense but stick with me here- eventually you learn to follow my sideways train of thought!

Ethan now has morning chores, one of which is getting dressed. Look back at some of my pictures-- Ethan hardly ever wears "clothes" unless we are away from the house, and upon our return, the first order of business is to get the blasted clothes off and settle into the comforting pleasure of his excessive collection of pajamas-- usually multiple pairs a day.

So this morning when I announced his next chore was to get dressed, he shot back with a blank stare. "In clothes?" he questioned. "Where are we going?" I informed him we are not going anywhere, but getting dressed every morning was now one of his chores. "But I don't like getting dressed." Of course he doesn't, and why should he? Mom is always wearing her pajamas. Yes, it's true, and I occasionally don them at the grocery store too.
But.....his ticket was at stake, so eventually he bucked up and put the clothes on. Miracles never cease! Ill report back if he actually wears them until bedtime. My guess is 'til 2pm?!

Ethan wearing his clothes on our NEW couch! (that's another post for another day!)

Big BAD Buns

Some of you may have had the misfortune of eating some less than stellar cinnamon rolls this past weekend. I made about 8 dozen of them, but they just didn't turn out too hot.

In an attempt to figure out what I did wrong I made some more this week. Unfortunately, I never figured out what it was I did, or didn't do. I suspect 5 total hours of sleep, in the 72 hours prior to the baking, has something to with what went wrong, and why I can't remember. Go figure.

At any rate, it came out right the second time. If you don't believe me ask Andrew.

Yes, I did correct his rude behavior, but it was after I took pictures of him. I think the message was lost somewhere in there. (If it's so bad to do, why are you laughing and taking a picture Mom?)

So if any of you were the unfortunate recipients of my sleep deprivation, I sincerely apologize that you consumed such rubbish. I would be glad to make you some good ones so you don't hold it against me!

Some Like it Hot

We went to Moe's for dinner the other night. Apparently, Ethan ran out of juice in his cup and didn't bother to ask for more. He, my independent minded child, figured he could take care of his own thirst issue. He started drinking salsa.
The first cup, I laughed and decided he must be related to my family.

The second cup I took a picture. (to prove he really eats hot stuff like this-- then again so does Andrew.)

The third cup I finally asked why he kept drinking the salsa. "I'm thirsty." "Well Ethan, why don't you drink your juice?" "My juice is all gone so I'm drinking this."

I refilled his juice, but he finished the third cup anyway. I guess it's time to expose my boys the the midnight taco run at Grandma's, and see if their taste buds and hollow legs are in the running yet!

Homemade Powerade

That's what Byron calls it anyway.

Got milk?!?!

Cinderella: Part II

Remember that Wii we got for Christmas? (We've discussed it's personality disorders before) It has become my not so best friend. It and my children were grounded a lot. Nobody liked that arrangement, so we tried a new one. We must "earn" Wii time at our house now.

This was Saturday.

I offered my vacuum as a way to earn Wii time---I didn't get any takers, so I did it myself. Then the whining commenced and I had to find a new job. Ahhh....I was just getting ready to mop.


I once told my Mom she had all those kids to make us slaves. Now I know why she laughed hysterically when I so ignorantly commented.


My floor never looked so bad after a mopping job!


But...they were proud, and so was I. (After I re-mopped it!)

She thinks my tractor's sexy...

Or at least my dump truck.

(Have you ever noticed that Ethan is almost always wearing his pajamas?)

And why is it that boys can never play with the toys as they are intended? Last time I checked this was a remote control car, but Andrew insists on using it to "mow the lawn."



Good luck buddy! Maybe I'll buy him a new "toy" push mower and relieve myself of the duty. On second thought, never mind, he may just use it as a race car, or a coat hanger, or a ramp to launch his trucks off and the lawn will never really get mowed.

Fat Free

We're eating dinner and I dip my carrot. The container the dip is in says, "Fat Free Sour Cream." As I bite into the crunchy goodness a panicked voice rings out from the sidelines.

"Mom if you eat that you'll get fat. It says Fat free sour cream, which means you'll get fat for free!"

Why didn't someone tell me this sooner?!

Momma's Boy

Ethan is a Momma's boy. This post will haunt him one day.

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little endearing that he just can't live without me. It's sweet. And flattering. Except when I can't go pee by myself. He also loves Byron, but this post isn't about him, so back to me!

Today I registered Ethan for preschool. (next fall) He begs to go to school when Andrew does. He gets bored at home, and because of his crap birthday, he can't go to Kindergarten until Andrew starts 3rd grade. Preschool seemed like the perfect opportunity to let him go to school and learn how to survive without being attached to my pant leg.

I got him all excited that he was going to go to school. All we had to do was go register and leave my leg as a down payment we would show up next fall. He was psyched. We pulled into the parking lot and Ethan asked,
E: "Are you going to preschool with me."
M: "No Ethan, preschool is not for mommies, I can't go with you."
E: "I just don't like preschool anymore Mom."

Great, I thought. Think they'll accept my pantleg for the next tuition payment? He might not make it without!

Redneck Snowstorm

There are many reasons, besides the obvious climate inhibitions, it doesn't snow very often in the South. Something about Rednecks and snow lends itself to a less than mature progression of events.

Take for instance how we spent our Sunday. (with the most snow we've seen in the 4 years we've been in Georgia) It all begins rather innocently.

It's snowing!!! We must go outside and play in the cold wet stuff.


Oooohhhh... let's have a taste of that fluffy white stuff. Then we'll go inside and pretend we're from up North and don't ever use the phrase "Git R done."


The snow keeps on coming and who can pass up sledding down the front lawn... on the boogie boards.


....In our sandals.


Junk that. Let's just hook the boogie boards to the back of a truck and embrace our new found southern roots!


.....With our children watching. (They were born rednecks. Can we really corrupt them anymore?!)So there you have it. Our own little photo album of "What Rednecks Do When it Snows."