Happy Halloween

I hope everyone had a happy and safe halloween

One of the Most Touching, Beautiful Songs I've Ever Heard

This song makes me tear up whenever I hear it.
It is by Billy Dean - To hear it go here

Let Them Be Little ~
I can remember when you fit in the palm of my handFelt so good in it, no bigger than a minute. How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon.

So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while

Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day

Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle

Oh just let them be little

I've never felt so much in one little tender touch I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes. Now that you're teaching me things only a child can see Every night while we're on our knees all I ask is please

Let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while

Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day

Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle

Oh just let them be little

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around It's time to let them go

So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while

Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day

Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle

Oh just let them be little

Let them be little

5 Things

I just got my first tag from Mamalife.
Thanks...so cool.


5 THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME:
(1) I hate hot weather with a passion. I don't sweat so my body doesn't know how to cool off. I am basically just lobster red from not having a natural cool down system. I can be a Bitch with a capital "B" when I am hot
(2) I need people to like me and always feel inferior to everyone else
(3) When I was younger my grandpa molested me
(4) I could eat a pound of bacon if I let myself
(5) My mother died when I was young and I wish I knew more about her.

Sup with that????

Why is Ashlee Simpsons Papa checking out her perkies?

I Spy

I got this idea from Friday Fiver

From your vantage point in front of the computer, you spy, with your little eye...

1. Something that is red: The Raisin Container

2. Something that is shiny: The deck is wet from the ton of rain we have had in the past few days

3: Something that is ugly: My belly as it sticks out too far from not eating right and having 2 babies in 2 years.

4. Something that is made of wood: Ahhhh my new dining room set from my buds Bekkah and Ohio.

5. Something that is sharp: The prongs of my engagement ring, it pokes my little one in the face all the time.

The Halloween Five

I found this at Friday Fiver


1. Have you made any Halloween plans? Nope..basically just going to take the kiddies around locally.

2. At what age should you stop trick-or-treating? I think I was 13. It was right after moving to Brooklyn from the sticks


3. What's your favorite kind of Halloween candy? I love Halloween candy, especially Reese PB Cups.

4. Are you more likely to trick someone else or be tricked yourself? Probably be tricked. I think I participated in some shaving cream stuff when I was 12 but felt so guilty about it that I never did it again.

5. Do you believe in ghosts? I am not sure if I believe in ghosts. I believe in the possibility of something, either a memory or energy but I am not sure if I believe in the white thing figure. If there are any ghosts reading this, please don't haunt me. I wouldn't be able to deal with it.

God Bless Rosa Parks

It was so sad to hear that Rosa Parks died tonight. Such a strong women whose defiant stance on a bus in 1955 sparked the civil rights movement. Her refusal to stand up because her feet hurt her and because she felt entitled to the same rights as the white people on the bus changed a nation.

"Are you going to stand up?" the bus driver asked.
"No," Parks answered.
"Well, by God, I'm going to have you arrested," the driver said.
"You may do that," Parks responded.

Imagine what we could do if we all had a little bit of Rosa's spirit in us.

God Bless!

Cute Things Kids Say

Tonight my girlfriend called me to check up on me after a particularly crazy kid day. I was ready to check out numerous times today. It was the worst day yet with my two kiddies. The 6 month old is always high maintenance and refuses to be put down and the 2 year old has a cold and since he is feeling miserable has decided that everyone else should be miserable too.

She told me that her 2 year old baby boy had come out of her closet wearing her high heels and exclaimed, "I'm the man!" Where the hell do they get this sh*t from???

Thanks for the support and the laugh T! You are a true friend.

Rainy Day and PJ's

Today was one of those day...you know the kind, 4 hours of broken sleep due to the two kids in my bed. Husband sleeping on the couch his snoring pissed me off. Damn him, I am so jealous that he gets to sleep alone. King size bed, two little people under 2 1/2 and it feels like we are sleeping in a single. Nursed the girl about three times, pushed the boy off my back about 6 times = 2 Tylenol for the back pain suffered in the morning. Damn I wish everyone would just sleep in their own bed! I was ready to crawl into the crib just to be alone.

Upon waking I tried to change the boy child who made a "uhhhhhhhhgh" sound so I decided to just leave it alone and keep us all in PJ's. Overall not a bad day, in fact I even got myself a little nap. About 1/2 hour and the girl child was sleeping on my chest but at least my feet were up and my ass was down. One word Niiiicceee!!!

Night Out???!!!

So tonight was my fourth night out without kids in 6 months. Imagine! So what is a stay-at-home mom with no spending money to do on a night when Mr. Mom is watching the kiddies? Why head over to a At Home America party to check out all of the beautiful things she can't buy of course. They do have really beautiful things are very decent prices by the way. Christmas is in like 12 weeks or something people and I will take anything from those catalogs if you are buying.

So while there I had some crudites, little wienies, chips, and a glass of wine. Then threw some pastry down my throat accompanied by a steaming hot cup O Joe. Damn where did I leave that before I left? I hope I threw it out and didn't just leave it sitting there.

Got home, both kids sleeping one on the couch, one on the love seat. Husband is camped out on the Wiggle couch watching Sahara and I actually get to post a blog. Kids sleeping since I left, doesn't it just figure? Life is good.

At Home America Party Pic - Friends from Mom and Tot Group

Speech My Ass!!!

As I sit here typing up the words my little man (29 month old son) says for his speech therapist I am wondering if this is not a total waste of time. She started working with him on Monday and will be here again tomorrow. This all started because some folks that I used to hang with told me that he needed to be evaluated (not in the nicest way) to see if he qualified for Child Services due to his lack of responding to THEM. Whatever! Initially I was pissed then I figured if the services were free I would have him evaluated and take it from there. He was evaluated and qualifies for Special Instruction and Speech. I personally think they have to have a certain amount of children enrolled in order to keep the program going since it is state funded but that's just me.

He says; cheese, mama, baby, car, ball, book, arm, eye, hi, bye, Elmo, Wiggles, meow, up, ok, move, come, see, cookie, apple, eat, sissy, purple Gween (green), Bwoo (blue), Yelwow (yellow), baf (bath), milk (ilk), remote (moe), yogurt (burp-burp), balloon (bwoon), pumpkin (pumpky), outside (owside) and orange (owange), he also says: I'm ok, come on, I want ____, Let's go, I went pee-pee, I'm going to Mama, and I went pfff. I don't know and I am not an expert but I don't think this is bad. They also want him to work with scissors and use a fork and spoon. I find a lot of things they say really annoying but I am willing to go along with it as long as he benefits and I see results. The speech therapist/and the Special Instructor are going to hate me because I challenge them often. Like the speech therapist wants me to call a banana a nana. J calls it a balalala. I have been calling it a banana for 2 years and feel that changing it to nana is counter productive and I can't even try to get myself to say nana because it is silly. If he was to call it nana on his own I would have no problem with that, but to teach him nana seems like a regression to me and confusing for him. How could I change the name of it after calling it a banana for 2 years. Give me a break! She also taught him to hit his chest and say "me" when he wants something. I have no problem with that but she wanted me to have him say "me eat" when he wants to eat. Ummm...no, can't do it. What is his name Tarzan?! I told her that it was improper English (which I knew she knows) and I refuse to teach him incorrectly. It just makes more sense to do it right from the beginning. I guess time will tell.

Mr. Mom - You Go Boy!

Tonight I hit the supermarket with some cash, flyer and coupons. I made a killing, tons of food and saved $66.00. Niiicee!! I even got a little applause from the rest of the folks on line.

I get home and "the Teach" who was hanging with the kiddies tells me "shhhh" as he opens the door for me. Imagine this, this kids are asleep. It's only 8:00 p.m. and they are sleeping. Crazy.

He said, "call me the baby whisperer." Ok, so no one is in pj's and they are both crashed in the living room but hey, they are sleeping. I need to leave him with them more often. Maybe I will attend that chick party (boring, house party thingy) on Friday.

 The saddest part of it all; this is the first time my Handsome went to sleep in all of his 29 months when I wasn't around to get a kiss good-night. The girl will be up for a feeding any time now. I think I should make some tea, pop in a General Hospital/Oprah tape and enjoy the moment. Good job honey! Mwwahh.

I went "Poofff"

So tonight the boy child, girl child and I are lying down while I tried unsuccessfully to "watch" Desperate Housewives (God, I love this show); when the boy child let's out a little "oh so cute because he is my baby" fart! He looks me right in the eye and says, " I went Poofff."

Come on, it doesn't get any damn cuter than that. The most ironic part is my son will be starting speech next week and I will have to happily relay this message to the therapist.

Personally, I think they should re-evaluate the boy. He has tons of words (I am counting any words that he attempts), for a two year old. He also says, "I want ___" and this morning he said, "I'm going to momma" when he left his Dad's side.. Now I can add, "I went Poofff to his sentence repertoire. My baby is a genius, the rest of the world just doesn't know it yet.

Shhhhh she's sleeping

This never happens..the girl is sleeping since 12:30. It is now 3:00 pm. Holy Crap! I have checked her breathing four times because well, because she never sleeps. Breasts are full of milk, need release but oh the peace and quiet!!!