A little fun with leaves!

What a relaxing weekend. After the Halloween night festivities we finally had a weekend where we just stayed home and puttered around the house. I got some things done that I've been wanting to do. I took down my Halloween decorations and put up a few Thanksgiving things. I even cleaned out some too-small clothes from the girls' closets. I even got to have lunch with my Mom all by myself.

Hubby and the girls did the first raking of the leaves too. We usually have to rake our yard of leaves at least 3 time before the end of November. We're surrounded by big old trees and I think every leaf in the neighborhood blows into our yard.

The kids don't mind though. Here's what they decided to do with our abundance of fall leaves:

We thought we lost Daddy at one point

Have nice day and don't forget to VOTE tomorrow!

Oooo That Smell!

Marcy Writes The Glamorous Life is hosting a Girl Party every Tuesday. We can share our tales of our not so glamorous life there, check it out!

My most recent not so glamorous life moment happened to take place yesterday afternoon. It all started at 7am, my feet hit the floor running. I was awakened by Curly Girl climbing into bed and demanding breakfast. After dressing both girls, getting breakfast for them, stripping the sheets from all the beds in the house and throwing them in the washer, getting myself dressed and made up I dropped Curly Girl off at school for the morning.

While Curly Girl was in school Munchkin and I went to the food store, went to Munchkin's doctor's appointment, dropped off food at the house and picked up Curly Girl from school. As a special little trip we stopped at the Golden Arches for some play time in the germ infested playland. We finally made it home about 2pm and Munchkin was ready for a nap.

She'll usually play quietly in her room for a little bit before falling asleep so I didn't think much of it when I heard her talking in her room. After a bit she fell asleep and stayed asleep for about 2 1/2 hours. Then we heard a loud thump. I raced upstairs because I knew that if she fell out of her bed and onto the hardwood floor that she would be upset.

As soon as I opened her door I smelled IT. I picked her up off the floor because she was crying and still half asleep. It was then that I realized that she didn't have a diaper on and the smell was getting worse. Once I opened up the shades for some light I got to take in the whole situation.

Picture this: toddler bed pulled slightly away from the wall, numerous stuff animals and blankets all half on and half on the bed, a lone CLEAN diaper lying on the bed. Hmm, where could that smell be coming from?

I pulled the bed a little further away from the wall and found the source, a nice, large pile on the floor, the baseboard, on the side of the bed. I turned to Munchkin to see what she was doing and finally noticed the poop clinging to her from her armpits to her toes.

So after a second bath and a second change of sheets and a thorough scrubbing of the floor I was ready to get dinner ready for the girls and Hubby so that I could go to school and finish up food shopping.

A glamorous life? Maybe not, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

PS That's what I looked like up top while cleaning up this mess!

You can lead a horse to water...

Recently we've been having problems with getting Curly Girl to eat her dinner. It doesn't matter what I make she'll look at it and say "That's disgusting." "I'm not hungry." "I don't want that."

I just tell her "Fine, but that's all your getting until breakfast tomorrow."

Hubby on the other hand will beg her, plead with her, yell at her, threaten to take away toys, etc. on and on until he'll finally send her to bed in hysterics.

It's starting to get pretty ridiculous. I've told her no snacks after 3pm to make sure that she's hungry for dinner. I usually only put a little bit of food on her plate so she doesn't feel overwhelmed by it. I know she won't starve herself and she eats well during the day. She'll have breakfast, lunch and a couple of snacks, usually apples, yogurt, that kind of stuff.

I've tried to tell Hubby that she'll come around, that she won't starve herself. He keeps insisting that she has to eat dinner with us. I grew up with an eating disorder that I still struggle with to this day. I don't want either of my girls to have a problem like that so I try my best not to make food an issue. I don't use it as punishment or as a reward.

I have no idea what to do with her at this point. The arguing at dinner time is getting ridiculous.

In other news, I need to get Munchkin in to see the doctor tomorrow. When I was getting her into her pjs tonight I noticed that one of her n*pples was really swollen and seemed sore. I'm not sure what it is so I need to get her in there to get it checked out.

We had a nice quiet weekend around here but I'm glad tomorrow is Monday. It seems that on the weekend when Hubby is home things are totally thrown off schedule and the house is such a mess. I can't wait to get it all back in order tomorrow.

Groundhog Day

Some days I feel like my day is on a constantly looping tape. Clean up after kids, pick up toys, go in the other room to do the dishes, come back out to the family room, clean up after the kids....over and over again.

Today I vacumned (how the heck do you spell that word!) the house. I just finished up cleaning upstairs and putting the vacumn away when the kids appear from out of nowhere with a bowl filled with Cheese Its and Blueberry Muffin Frosted Mini Wheats (the best cereal!). Of course where does it end up....all over the freakin' carpet I just vacummed!

If it's not the kids it's the dog or the cats. After the kids go to bed the Hubs and I quickly clean up any stray toys that the kids didn't get and settle down to watch tv (go on the computer). As soon as my butt hits the couch...wait...what's that I hear? Oh, just the stupid cat puking up all the food she just ate.

Whoever says that it's easy being home with the kids has never had to stay home with them. It's like that old saying, "Cleaning up with kids is like shoveling snow during a snowstorm." Or however it goes.

What's that I hear? Oh, just an entire box of Cheerios dumped on the floor I just mopped.