Wordless Wednesday - Straws

Another newer activity for those yucky days.  My three call them straws, and I'm ok with that.

She is by far "Pinkalicious" 

Little hands

Blue and green only please!

"I can't do it!!!!!"

Sunday Senses

Sight:  Laundry basket full of folded clothes that I need to take downstairs and put away.  I don't mind doing laundry and even folding it, but putting it away, I hate it! 

Smell:  Burt's Bees on my lips (sexy, huh?)

Feel:  Annoying pain in my back/shoulder/neck/arm area (yep, that's a whole lot of area).

Taste:  This Greek dressing from the wrap I tried from a local restaurant.  Tasted good at the time, but man it lingers.

Hear:  The girls whispering - couldn't they have slept 30 more minutes?  Hmm...I wonder how long I can ignore them?

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Coconuts

Did you know that the word "coconuts" is so much funnier than potty talk? 

And, did you know that it can be used in any sentence and make everyone laugh like hyenas at the same time?

Try it out, you may find it just as humorous as my crazy three. 

Friday Night Leftovers

• I'm off to what I believe is a good start to school.  I know things are going to get tougher as we go along and I'm already trying to come up with ideas for my action research paper (which is going to be tough since I'm not in the schools right now to actually implement something).
• I had an eye exam this week and my prescription actually lessened.  I have to go back next week to have contacts fitted, but I do have the new lenses in my glasses and they are taking some adjustment. 
• I have this random back pain that feels like a pinched nerve under my shoulder blade and sometimes causes tingling in my arm or hand. 
• Been having way too many headaches/migraines lately and finally scheduled an appointment. 
• Any time we leave the house the monkeys believe we are going to the playground.  Warmer weather just needs to stay put.
• The downstairs is put back together and functional. 
• The monkeys have gone bananas the past few days in the toy room, and I'm trying not to freak and realize they just missed all their toys and have to see all of them.
• I'm attempting to make some more changes to my blog.  Might need more help from all you successful blog template peeps. 
• Eligh keeps asking, "Can I have big muscles?"  Simply because his daddy told him that if he eats all his food he will get big muscles. 

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Potty mouth

We have entered a new stage in the House of Chaos and I do not like it one tiny little bit. We have entered the game of "The Potty is Fun to Play in as well as all Words Associated with It" (is that a long enough title?). 

Here is a list of words that currently spew from my three:

Diaper
Poopie
Poop
Pee-Pee
Booty
Potty

After each word, or if any of the words are said by anyone in the house the three of them all chime in with, "Ewwwwwww" and then bust up laughing. What in the world is so fascinating about the use of such potty words? It is making me insane and threats of eating soap have entered our vocabulary (don't worry we would never do such a thing).

I think the twins are trying to tell me that I need to stop putting off potty training and just get rid of the diapers. (Seriously, I'm just not motivated or ready to do it).

Some growth stats

Since I don't have children who are considered babies anymore, the frequency of doctor's visits depend solely on them being sick or in pain. I much rather preferred visiting the doctor on happier terms and so do the bambinos. When we loaded everyone up and told them where we wwre ging we instantly heard, "I don't want Shots!!!" or, "I don't want to go to the Doctor!!!"

This makes for a fun 30 minute drive, and caused the hubby to make a promise of milkshakes for good behavior without consulting mommy first.

A load of new patient paperwork multiplied by three, a lot of questions, and shouting over three spastic monkeys wore me OUT!!!!

Some stats on the three since it has been a while:

Addy: 40.5 inches tall - 75th percentile, 33 pounds - 25th percentile. Title - String bean and definitely jealous of her lengthy structure.

Kinsley: 37 inches tall - 85th percentile, 32 pounds - 85th percentile. Title -The Beast

Eligh: 32 inches tall - 75th percentile, 27 pounds - 15th percentile. Title - The Runt

As exhausting all of that was, we all left happy with the new doctor. Even grumpy-faced old man, Eligh, was laughing and even gave the doctor a high five. We were described as the room full of energy with an adorable family (aka - don't let their cuteness fool you, and bring your earplugs if you have to enter the room).

Most importantly, daddy kept his promise and he learned a valuable lesson - do not give Kinsley a milkshake in a vehicle. Any guesses on what we saw when we parked the van?

Truthful Tuesday - Lazy mommy

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