1st Day of Preschool

My. Two. Munchkins.

Don't they look like such little angels?

Until you realize...

...my youngest learned the hard way that the glass sliding door was actually that... a door (yep - that left a mark).

...Emma thought it would be a great idea to to not take a nap - 3 days in a row.  Oh heavens.  I need a break. 

...Carter thought it would be great to explore our steps within an hour of arriving home from Charlotte.  Who knew he could crawl that fast all of a sudden?!  (that left an even bigger mark)  Up went the gate. 

...pooping in the tub has become a favorite pasttime of Carter's.  (Dang, who knew that the 2nd child did that too?!)

...that Emma has become a full fledged hypochondriac.  That's right, my daughter always thinks she's sick.  Her belly hurts, her ear hurts, her little toe hurts... you name it, it hurts.  Fortunately this always comes at the same time - bedtime.  every.  night.  I'm waiting for her to realize that if she says she has to go to the bathroom, she gets a free pass out of bed. 

My little mischievious munchkins. 

My little girl turned 3 yesterday...

Yesterday, we celebrated Emma's 3rd birthday.  Daddy took the day off of work so that we could celebrate it right - Family Day!  We started off the day with chocolate chip pancakes, made by Daddy and then we opened presents!

After that, we headed to Pump It Up! What a great time we had. There weren't a whole lot of people there and we were also able to go on the inflatables with her. She had a grand time!

Then we enjoyed a quick lunch at McDonald's and headed home to play a game of Candyland!

Naptime came next for the whole family!  Then we were off again to Chuck E Cheese!

And we finally ended the night with a round of "Happy Birthday" and some cupcakes! 

What a wonderful day!  We are so blessed!

Cluck Cluck!

The other day, this is what I found my husband doing...

My wonderful husband offered to make dinner the other night.  It was just a box mix where you were supposed to add "1 lb of chicken".  Obviously, my perfectionist husband decided that it had to be exactly one pound!  :) 

Overheard at our house...

Momma (talking to baby Carter):  What a big boy!
Emma:  Emma a big boy too?
Momma:  No - you're a big girl!
Emma:  Momma a big boy?
Momma:  Noooo, momma's a girl like you.
Emma:  Daddy a big boy?
Momma:  Uh yes, baby.  Daddy's a big boy too. 
Emma (runs up to daddy):  You're a big boy, daddy!

What peace and quiet will get you...

It will get you a speeding ticket. Yes, that's right. I said speeding ticket. For some reason, I just happen to think that at that moment in time when you are about to make the wrong decision to go a way that will quite possibly earn you a speeding ticket, there would be some flashing neon sign that blinks "STOP!" in irritatingly bold colors. But alas, there is not. And now I am stuck with a speeding ticket. Yes, that's right. I'm blaming a nonexistent sign.

Well, anyways, that is besides the point. Today while driving home after dropping my daughter off at preschool, I decided that I would take the different route home. Carter was sleeping and the van was blissfully quiet. As I was traveling down this "scenic" road, enjoying looking at the houses, I noticed a cop. Yep. I automatically put on my brakes. I knew I had been speeding. In my head, I prayed, "please, God, please God, don't let that cop come after me". Well, obviously 10 years without a ticket or getting pulled over at all, or even receiving a parking ticket, means that it's about time I got one. 

So the story is... I was going 41 in a 25 and I received no grace. I now owe $162 to the county. Boo. I'm debating whether my good driving record will help me get rid of this, but not sure. Have any of you ever gone to court over a ticket? I realize that I was in the wrong, but, hey, you never know!

Anyways, I hope you all had a wonderful Thursday - hopefully one better than mine! At least the night can only get better - Grey's Anatomy tonight! :)

Not Me Monday

The other day, while at the mall on a play date, my well potty trained daughter did not have an accident.  (My husband did not totally jinx this, by the way).  I definitely did not forget to bring an extra set of clothes with me and I did not carry my daughter all the way to the bathroom without her socks and shoes on.  I did not dry out her underwear and jeans on the hand dryer in the bathroom and therefore let her wear the the same clothes for the rest of the day.  Not me!

I have not watched about a kabillion hours of Brothers & Sisters on Netflix over the last week.  I did not watch it while Emma was in the room and then realize that there was content not appropriate for an almost three year old to watch and I did not jump up like a jumping bean to distract her from the tv while I turned it off.  (So that's why they put these shows on so late at night... ah hem.)

I did not realize while holding Carter that he was on the verge of going #2 in his diaper.  I did not pass him off to his dadda so that I could get out of diaper changing duty.  Not me!

I did not buy some new comfy pants the other day and I defintely did not love them so much that I didn't want to take them off.  I did not take my daughter to school in those same pants.  (Hey!  It was pajama day in her class.  I didn't think there was a problem!  School participation and all.)

My daughter has not started to say "You're driving me nuts!"  I do not know who she heard that from!  :)

Have you had any "Not Me" moments this week?