Conversations that make you go Hmmm...

Why do I love being a parent?

Because of the awesome conversations and/or phrases I get to hear come out of my Chick's mouths.

Last night while in the car, Chick 2 asked if it hurt when I had her.

I told her, "Oh yeah"

She then asks, "Does it hurt like when you have to poop but can't?"

I tell her, "It hurts a lot more than that"

Rooster then explains, "It's like trying to poop out a watermelon"

Baby Chick is in the stage of learning and repeating new words on a daily basis. Of course some words don't sound quite like the real thing.

While playing with her one day she says, "My horse is pissing"

I think I almost pissed myself when I heard this.

Then I realized what that truly meant...

"My horse is missing"

Oh and yes missing is still pissing in her vocabulary.

Monkey hear, Monkey say

We have officially entered the stage where what we say can and will be used against us.

That's right... baby chick has finally entered the repeat everything stage.

I am the winner in this area, because this momma chick; who is known for having a potty mouth; has taught her little chick a few not so cute phrases.

"Oh crap"
"Darn it"
"That sucks"

At least they are more PG-13 right? No rated R words thank goodness.

Rooster is the winner for more positive phrases learned:

"Awesome"
"Sweet"

Is it wrong that I still giggle when she says, "oh crap" just so she says it again?

Come on it's funny right?

Fears of a Mother

All parents have fears, but I believe a mother has more.

Yes, I know fathers have fears, but we are women and we have hormones aka estrogen.

I fear many things with my chicks.

Here is my list:

Mean girls

Lack of self-esteem

Eating disorder

Pregnancy

Etc....

I would love love love to stick my chicks in a bubble to protect them from the real world.

Of course that is not realistic.

So for us momma chicks all we can do is teach and hope they learn from our lessons.

Baby Chicks new friend

See this picture?

Isn't that just the cutest potty you have ever seen?

It's a frog and a potty rolled into one! It would make any toddler want to potty in it right? Right?

Well not my baby chick.

Went to Target (my home away from home) and got baby Chick this potty.

I showed it to her and she LOVES it!

Well she loves it SO much that she will not go potty in it.

The first day we had it she tried to bring it in the bathtub with her. I guess she needed another friend to play with in there.

That night she picked it up and put it in bed with her. Yep in bed.

Now it is just sitting in our living room as another toy.

Lesson learned: Do not get a potty that looks fun. Always go boring!

Wordless Wednesday

Soccer is back in this chicken coop and this is baby chicks shirt for the season. We are soccer fanatics!

Say it isn't so!!

SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!

My baby chick went to her first dentist appointment the other day. The mean man told Rooster and baby chick that the binky has to go.

This dentist must not care about a momma chick's sanity and mine is important to not only me but the whole chicken coop.

Yes yes her poor mouth is growing wrong because of it and blah blah blah, but my poor baby loves her binky. It is her blankies best friend.

Ok ok I knew this would have to happen. Was hoping my denial could last longer, but the time has come.

This means my baby chick is going through binky detox. We have put her on the patch... I mean she can only have it at bedtimes.

This is day one and we will see how it goes.

Until next time...

Foggy Brain Day

Chick 3 thinks she comes up with the best idea most nights.

This great idea is waking her sweet mother up in the middle of the night. This isn't a I am hungry and need a bottle, because I am an infant wake up. This is a I want to play and talk for 2 hours, because I am no longer a baby but a toddler kind of wake up.

It doesn't happen every day, but happens enough to give this Momma Chick fog brain and the lack of brain juice to come up with topics to write about. My creative side is gone (well I believe I have a creative side) and I am left staring and drooling into space, because all I can think about is the sleep I missed out on.

I would say this foggy brain is to coincide with the June gloom we have had, but today the sun is shining bright. Good thing tomorrow is Wordless Wednesday, because another night like the last 2 will definitely put me over the edge.

The Big Bad Wolf who smokes

Smoking will rot your teeth, makes your voice sound horrible, ages you quickly, and oh yeah cause cancer.

This isn't news as much as known fact.

If your going to smoke your going to smoke and we all know the consequences.

I just think some need a lesson on smoking etiquette.

Why am I posting on this subject?

Let me tell you a story:

One warm and sunny day a group of kids are playing at a college stadium trying to beat the heat while a high school graduation is commencing.

These kids are laughing and running around. Innocence is rampant as they tag a shoulder and squeal with joyous laughter when they are caught as well.

The big bad wolf shows up, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He lights up and looks on.

Kids run by him running through the black smoke. Coughing ensues as another falls victim to the same black smoke.

Big bad wolf smokes on, inhaling as his lungs blacken a bit more.

Kids move over to fresh air. The laughter begins to envelope the area once more.

Big Bad Wolf finishes his cigarette and walks towards the entrance where his loved ones are sitting. He reaches the steps and flicks his butt to the ground with it almost hitting and innocent bystander.

Smoke fills the closed in area, because The Big Bad Wolf decides that putting it out on his shoe and going to the nearest trash receptacle is too much work.

A small chick's radar starts beeping. She is curious to what this burning piece of filter is. She reaches down and Momma Chick screams...

This little story is based on the events of today. There was no Big Bad Wolf, but there was this momma chick, Chick 3 and a rude smoker. This smoker flicked a burning cigarette butt to the ground as children were playing. Chick 3 saw and ran as fast as she could towards this new experience that I could have lived without.

If you smoke than smoke. It is a free world. What I do ask is please use common decency and follow a few rules of etiquette.

1. If children are around please go somewhere else to light up. If you can't find anywhere than please refrain at all costs. What is more important? Something that could kill you in the end, or a child's health?

2. If you find a safe place and a non smoker walks by please move cigarette behind you as to shield as much of the smoke as you can.

3. When you finish your cigarette please have the common decency to put the butt out using the sidewalk, but preferably your shoes as to not leave black marks visible. Please put said butt in a trash receptacle, or hold onto it until you find one. Your hand and clothes already smell. Isn't that better than adding to the litter that invades the streets?

I say please when I want or need something and I say thank you in return for something that has been done. I am using my manners and being respectful.

So to the smokers out there, Please do your best to practice smoking etiquette! Thank you!

Sincerely,

A momma chick who feels kids' safety is more important than a nasty habit.

Wordless Wednesday: I don't wanna sleep!

Aren't most kids afraid of dark closets? Not mine! She will do anything to not go to bed. This means hiding in the closet.

To potty train or not to potty train...

That is now the question!

Chick 3 is almost 21 months. Not yet 2 years old.

I know some parents can't wait to potty train their children, and get rid of the expense and use of diapers.

I am not one of them. Chick 2 was 3 when I started the potty training process. It went extremely well and was potty trained in a couple days.

Then there is Chick 3. At almost 21 months she has learned a new catchphrase of, "I poo" in which she lifts up her shirt.

She has a 50/50 chance of being right with the whole poo in diaper thing.

Chick 2 never showed signs like this. At least non I was aware of.

I am so not ready to potty train, but what happens when they start to show the signs?

Do I rush out and get a potty and see what happens?

Do I just wait it out and see if this phase is short-termed and will come back at the age of 3?

I have a feeling I will end up waiting for a couple reasons:

1. She is a camel and drinks her cups filled with "flavored water" one right after another.
2. She leaks through her diapers, because of #1
3. She wakes up with a heavy 1 ton diaper, also because of #1.

The verdict is still in limbo on this one.

I Surrender

The white flag is up.

I surrender finally.

To who may I be surrendering to?

I am surrendering to the sleeping gods.

I do have selfish reasons, because I am hoping that by surrendering I may just get their sympathy and finally they will give me the sleep I so feel I deserve.

Sleeping gods please have mercy on this mommy, who would love to have 1 good nights sleep eventually.

Please?

I really would greatly appreciate it!

Wordless Wednesday

Brought to you by Mom Dot...

In this picture: Chick 3

Caption: EGG DYE DOES NOT TASTE GOOD!

Putting out an APB

The APB is for this Chick. She has been missing for the last 3 days... well not her but her spunky personality.

I want to find that smile, laugh, and comedic acting child.

I want to find the child that thinks farting is funny (yes not something to condone, but I will take it).

I want to find the child that will grab your hand to take you the bathroom if the door is open (she is our door police).

I want to find the child who will be on top of a table in seconds flat.


This is Chick 3 today. She has been this way for 3 days. Her usual personality is somewhere in there, but the virus she has is taking over. Hopefully with all the Motrin and Tylenol we are giving her to keep the fever down will help get rid of that virus and bring back my missing Chick!

I HATE germs!

Yes I know there are good germs.

I think I heard somewhere that there are, but the ones I am talking about are the ones that keep my Chicks from being the sassy, energetic Chicks they are.

It makes me use a word I dislike using... HATE!

I think the only reason I am having this rant is because I am sleep deprived.

I am not talking oops I went to bed late and am paying for it today.

I am talking having your baby wake up crying because they can't breath. Then you wake up and have to hold them while they are asleep so they can.

I am talking being woken up again because they are hacking up what sounds to be a lung.

So germs I HATE you!

I hate the fact that my piggy of a Chick wants nothing to do with food.

I hate the fact that my little Chick wants to only lay on the couch and watch TV.

I hate that I can't take advantage of the lovely weather outside and have to keep my slightly fevered child cooped up indoors.

I really do loathe you so please do whats best and LEAVE!

Ok rant over.

Unanswered Questions

Becoming a parent came with many unanswered questions. These questions aren't really about parenting but with what children think.

Some questions are:

Why children choose the box to play with over the toy that comes in it. (Of course the parent is more excited with playing with their awesome find!)

Why the Tupperware cabinet or the pots and pans cabinet will keep a kid entertained for hours on end.
(Must be because parents love the cleanup.)

Why it takes an army to get kids to take a bath and once they are in it takes an army to get them out. (This one truly baffles me)

And my most favorite of all (yes there should be sarcasm heard)...

Why your child feels the need to wake up at 5 am when for once you have to be up at a certain time.

Today was Rooster's surgery day (got postponed a couple weeks due to a sick doctor) and Chick 3 decided mommy should wake up at 5 am. My chicks think waking up in the wee hours of the morning means PLAY TIME!

Nope not to this Chick mommy. We laid in bed for an our until she FINALLY went back to sleep. Of course I had to be up in an hour. OF COURSE!

This will always be an a question that will forever go unanswered unless you have the amazing ability to read the mind of a 1 year old. Really if you can I will deem you the baby whisperer!

Why baby proof?

This is not a post about how to baby proof a house. Don't get me wrong I think it is very important to make sure little chicks and little roosters are safe always, but these little guys or should I say monkeys are way too smart for their own good!

Case in point:

I did a lot of reorganizing and baby proofing when Chick 3 was mobile (Chick 2 is now 9 so not much of a worry there). We have baby gates up, danger zones became safe, and outlet covers have been put in place.

Chick 3 has shown how these can be avoided and still do what every parent tries to stop.

Baby gate:

At the bottom of the stairs we have a baby gate. Phew no climbing up stairs, so Chick 3 should be safe right? WRONG!

She has learned to go to the side of the stairs and climb through the railing. My only hope now is for her to grow quickly and be too big to fit.

Will the baby gate companies please come up with something to fix this problem please? If there is an answer to this please enlighten me! I am all ears!!

Outlet covers:

Every outlet in use has furniture strategically placed so Chick 3 will not get tempted to play. The only outlet in plain sight has those nifty outlet covers. Great, right? WRONG again!

The other day Chick 3 was so proud with her new find and came to Rooster to have him share in her treasure.

What is her treasure you ask? Yep, you guessed it... outlet covers.

So now we will have to make sure we get those nifty screwed on outlet covers. At least this is an easy and hopefully not too expensive fix.

I have a feeling this child will be every baby proofing products nightmare. If these companies ever need someone to test their product just call, because this little Chick of mine will surely prove them wrong or prove them right and make this mommy a happy one!

Wordless Wednesday

On my old blog I would try and do a weekly Wordless Wednesday. Today marks my first Wordless Wednesday on 3 chicks and a Rooster. What a nice mommy I am to show one where chick 3 is everything BUT happy.

**Excuse the mess... We were in the process of reorganizing yet again since chick 3 had turned into a climber overnight.

The case of the big bad vacumn!

Vacuuming is a normal everyday chore in most people's house. Not here. I would LOVE to vacuum everyday and have this wonderful machine suck up every little crumb and particle left behind by my chicks. Chick 3 however would love if I never vacuumed at all.


Today I vacuumed without anyone present but me and her. As soon as the whirring started she made a dash to the couch as you can see and got as high as she could go. Now why does this stop me from vacuuming if she is out of the way? Because chick 3 is so scared that she cries uncontrollably. If you could see her you would see tears and snot running down that cute little face.

I have decided however that I will just do what I have to do and let her get used to it.

Germs germs germs

A family of germs have taken residence at our wonderful abode. They have latched onto us all leaving us each with a different illness. Chick 2 was the first to feel the effects of our unwanted guest leaving her with 5 days missed of school within the first month. The guest are now taking residence in Chick 3 and Rooster. I had a blip of an illness so I could take care and nurture the rest of the brood.

So to the Germ family I bid you adieu and please do not expect a warm welcoming the next time you decide our house would be great for a pit stop. You are not welcome here anymore!

Peek-A-Boo I see you!

The sandman has decided that those wonderful snoozing sounds will be heard by me, instead of being made by me, as it is 3:30 in the morning. Are you thinking overzealous blogger? Sorry, I love my readers, but I love my sleep more. Chick 3 has decided that being awake at 3:30 am is a wonderful thing. I figured... "Hey while I am up why not update the blog since I truly have been lagging." With Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (a now family favorite) in the background why not honker down on the oh so comfy couch and post some pictures of Chick 3 using her security blanket... literally... as a way to hide from the world.Of course as the wonderful parents we are we let her believe that we can't in fact "see" her.

As I finish this post I see that this blog title has 2 meanings and the not so obvious one really is toying with me. So, please Sandman please come and sprinkle your sleeping dust on my precious, stubborn, and sleepy girl!