A True Story About A Tin Foil Ball.

Once there was a girl.

She was young and lazy. A real life teenager. And a mega-brat when it came to doing chores. But above all she hated cleaning up the dishes after dinner. To her, it was the worst. Torture.

Once there was her dad.

He was really good at cooking. In this particular story he had made baked BBQ chicken. It was delicious.

The girl happily consumed it.

After dinner, the dad asked the girl to clean up. She of course said yes, but put it off and went about doing her own thing. BBQ chicken dinner is messy. There was too much scrubbing to be done.

Awhile later the dad came back a bit more annoyed at her and told her to clean up after dinner. Being a somewhat obedient child, she dragged herself to the kitchen. She was grouchy.

***Side note: The girl can't recall where the mother or brother are for this story. Mysteriously it only involves the dad and girl. Side note over.***

So... she approached the kitchen with distain. Ugh.

"Look at how messy that pan is! I hate doing dishes!"

The first thing she did was crumple up the tin foil that had covered the BBQ chicken pan. She took her sweet time mashing that foil into a perfect little ball. As she was once again avoiding any sort of work a thought popped into her head. "Go put it in his shoe." She maliciously smiled. And it was done.

And she recalls that it was the right shoe the ball had been so sneakily hidden in.

The bratty girl went back to doing the dishes and totally forget about the lame little prank she had pulled on her dad.

Hours passed. The house went to bed.

The dad, getting up super early as usual to get ready for work, proceeded to put on his shoe.

"What the hell is a tin foil ball doing in my shoe!"

The girl sleeping not far from their room heard his exclamation and burst into hard laughter. She did her best to muffle her glee with a pillow.

No words were exchanged between them.

Much later that day the girl proceeded to put on her shoe.

There was a tin foil ball in it.

And thus began a war that would last over 15 years.

And it's still going.

The End. But not really.

Witch Fingers.

There is a small window of time in your life when your fingers will actually fit into Bugles. 

Go for it.

Mr. Princess.

Asher found a pair of red shoes with hearts and bows on them in Hannah's shoe pile.

And now they are Asher's red shoes with the hearts and bows on them.

I think it's sweet. Yet secretly embarrassed in public. 

But I'm trying to be supportive since he has true love for them.

Skittles 'n Butts.

Potty Training is the theme of our house right now.

We are taking the naked approach. 

I think Asher's butt has been on every surface in the house.

But why am I blogging about this you ask? 

Well... potty training is kind of a big deal, but everyone seems to forget about it after it's over. I want to remember this milestone in my life.

I want the record to state that I wasn't a fan.

And I want the record to state I would have paid a pretty penny to have him magically trained with a snap of my finger.

I let Hannah train herself. It was easy. There was no pressure.

But Asher has a deadline. 

Preschool starts somewhat soon.

And I'm sick of wiping his little boy parts. They are starting to gross me out.

And I've been buying diapers for 5 years. If you do the math, it has cost thousands.

He gets 3 Skittles for #1...

And the whole dang bag if he would do #2.

Keep it up buddy. You're doing great!

If I Were A Hamster...

 It was 22 degrees outside this morning. And windy.

He refused to wear pants. We argued.

Sometimes you just know you won't win.

Sigh. Roll eyes. Shake head.

3 year olds... 

If I were a mother hamster, I would have eaten him by now.

P.S. I'm in love with Asher's legs. He has big muscular quads and tiny calves. They make me laugh in a loving way.

Random Super-Duper Short Stories.

If global warming has anything to do with this awesome mild winter we are having... I'm cool with it.

Asher has dominos or almonds in the front pocket of his shirt at all times lately. He calls it his "almond pocket."

Hannah uses so much scotch tape that we have to buy it in bulk monthly.

I instantly cut my grocery bill in half by only grocery shopping once a week.

My kids like to use the word poo or poop or poo-poo as much as possible in any conversation no matter what you were even talking about or what public place you are in.

We haven't owned a car for over 3 years.

I'm seriously considering going back to school to be a Physical Therapist.

Asher calls strawberries... strawbabies. I think all people should too.

Hannah wears a head band at all times. Even during a bath and when she sleeps. 

Jared does most of the dishes and laundry. Lucky me.

Asher's obsession with trains could be diagnosed.

Hannah's love for bugs is fading. Breaks my heart. 

I now make my own bread and butter. Yummo.

I have a sneaking suspicion people don't like us in our new building because our kids are loud and we put our bikes on the back porch. 

Asher hasn't been able to regularly say his F sounds till now. We are all excited for him.

I'm currently addicted to getting into research study groups. It's freaky amounts of fun for me.

Essential oils are my medical future. Unless our life is in danger or it's serious, I plan on curing my family at home from now on.

Finding a daycare lady that you trust to care for your precious children is hard.

I recently started to teach my clients how to box. I can't believe I get paid to have this much fun.

New TV. Watched for days straight. Haven't had one in years. Just a computer till now. 

No matter how many times I tried... I can't make our chocolate chip cookie recipe as good as Jared. It's weird.

The Original Pancake House makes the best pancakes in the universe. 

I find myself disciplining my kids like you would a dog. Lots of clapping. And short, loud commands.

The End.

Picture of The Month - March

The Sous Chef.

I honestly love cooking with my kids. It's a fun activity for us to do together. 

But it tries my patience worse than being late for something in heavy traffic.

Bonus Pictures:

Asher wanted to make his own birthday cupcakes.

The Cupcakes.