Tea Party Birthday!

The girls were invited to a "Tea Party" themed birthday party over the weekend.  Everyone wore fancy dresses and the place was decorated the way any princess would want it!  I wish I could be more crafty and come up with ideas like that, but I just don't see it happening.

The girls will be turning 5 in March, so trying to decide what kind of party we will be having.  So used to having it at the house (as we have done the last several years) but I stress so much, and clean up takes days!  Love the idea of the inflatable in the backyard, along with the cake and ice cream.  It does make clean up a lot easier.  But there's still a mess inside the house.  When you put 25-30 preschoolers together, that tends to be the outcome!

Come on tomorrow....

It had been one of those days. Where you just wanted to go to bed and pull the covers over your head. I had just made it home from my mom's house, who lives a hour away. We stayed the night so that we could visit for my Dad's birthday. I had tons of stuff to do, and to top it all off I had the makings of a horrible earache.

For some reason, motrin makes me tired. But I figured I would be fine considering my ear was killing me. I dozed off. Hahaha you say. That's right, with 4 year old twins, I dozed off. I woke up to the smell of fingernail polish. So as I walk into the kitchen, I see Rissie standing there with her hands to her side like she's been caught in the candy jar. I look at the kitchen table to find a painted heart in purple sparkly nail polish along with paint on the table. Obviously I wasn't happy and when asked, her reply to why she did it was, "I don't remember."

There comes a time when you just have to bust your kids butt, and this one of them. So I spanked her and sent her to her room. After Ruby sees what's going, she automatically starts cleaning, and saying she'll do whatever I say. Wow that would be first!

So I sit down on the couch, only to find the number 5 written several times with Rissie's name signed at the bottom. How nice. Even better, it's in ink. I'm pretty sure steam came out my ears. Again, her response is I don't remember why I did it so again her bottom was busted and sent to her room. Tim worked late that day and couldn't get home soon enough. While she wailed from her bedroom, Ruby sat beside me on the couch reminding me she had a been a good girl.

The day ended, without any fatalities thank goodness. Rissie hugged me the next morning, telling me she was sorry.....followed by some drummed up tears and a "Can I go to Andie's birthday party?"

It's amazing how early they start being manipulative....

Aunt Sarah

I love my friend Sarah. She is 26 years old, unmarried and no children. So bless her heart, even though she thinks she knows what's going on. She really doesn't. Rissie and Ruby have ballet on Fridays so afterwards we met up with Sarah for lunch. She asked if I would like to get sushi, and I had to remind her that I didn't think the girls would be interested.

After sitting through lunch with my little heifers (my pet name for the girls) and a trip to the bathroom where they had to touch everything, we headed out for cupcakes. After stuffing themselves on icing, I decided it might be a good idea to walk some of it off.

So why not try some place new? Ok, sure. Not like you're going to be able to look. Not with 2-4 year olds wanting to touch everything. Oh let's just open all the bulk bins and stick our head in and smell. I don't think anyone will mind. Out of that trip to Earth Fare, I ended up with decaf coffee, because I didn't take time to read the label, and a Mexican Coke Cola for Tim. Sounds productive huh?

Sarah's great idea was hitting the "Dollar Stop" at Target. Of course the girls were in heaven, so I had to limit their purchases to two each. Puts a damper on things, but other wise we'd walk out with everything in the store. They both picked out the same thing; an enormous red heart ring and a small flower pot with seeds inside (which I doubt will grow.) Aunt Sarah's idea was to take the ring out before I payed for it and let them wear it around the store. So now, will they probably not only lose the ring, but break it in the process....It broke. Thank goodness it was dollar.

It's always fun for Aunt Sarah, as we call her, to come along. She likes to play mom, round up the kids, and pretend that they actually listen to her. I don't think it will hurt to let her keep on thinking that.

Afternoon with the girls!

It's so nice to have some time to yourself. Rissie and Ruby are in preschool Tuesday and Thursdays and I have 4 1/2 hours of quite time as I like to call it. But some days, I do miss them and try to pick them up a little early instead of waiting to the last minute.

When I picked them up yesterday, we decided that when we got home that we'd place dress up. Sure I have piles of laundry to do and dinner to fix, but who can resist two little girls wanting to fix their hair and put on make up? So first thing on the agenda-bath! Washed hair and then blow dried. Believe it or not, that's a treat for them, odd considering I think it's such a chore to do mine. Then of course came make up. We did some blush, a little eyeshadow and lipgloss. Wish it were that simple for me!

We painted nails, and then after everyone started getting tired, Care Bears to the rescue! Before I knew it, the girls were asking for dinner and when Daddy would be home. Needless to say, bedtime was a breeze.

I enjoy days like this, because goodness knows, I don't get many!

About Me

My name is Bambi, yes that is my real name, before you ask. My mother blessed me with this name and I've been punished ever since. I'm 32 years old and the mother of fraternal girl twins who are 4 years old. Everyday is an adventure. Whether it be a trip to the grocery store or lunch time at home. There is never a moment of quietness around here, unless of course it's bedtime.

I started this blog as an outlet. It's nothing fancy, just somewhere for me to keep my thoughts and wrap up the day. At the time, things that happen may not be funny, it sometimes helps me to look back at it and laugh.

My hopes are that some other stay at home mom, or working mother will get a kick out of the chaos I call my daily routine. Go ahead, it's ok to laugh. Because when I see you out and your kid is kicking and screaming I'm secretly laughing too.