Funny Friday

I am guilty.

And I thought I was the only one. Ha!

K + Super Glue = Disaster.

Yes, you read that right.

K (3 yrs) has a stroller for her baby dolls, that she likes to drag all over the apartment and crash into walls. Which in turn caused two pieces of the stroller to break off about a month ago. Ever since then, she has been asking me to fix her stroller. I finally remembered to pick up some super glue while I was at Walmart last week and decided to tackle the task when I got home. I opened the package for the super glue, popped the seal, put the lid on it and set in on the dresser. I walked into her bedroom, grabbed her stroller, and came back to my room to get the glue. The glue was no longer on my dresser. K, being the rambunctious, wild, no-waiting, no-patience having child that she is couldn't wait to get the stroller fixed. She took it upon her self to grab the glue, climb onto my bed, and squeeze the tube so hard that the lid popped off. Glue squirted everywhere... all over my comforter, her hands, and her legs. As you can imagine, I spent the next hour trying to get her fingers un-super glued.

This is the cap that popped off the tube and got glued to K's leg. The curly white strip is a long strip of glue that I had to peel off of her leg.

She was terrified and bawling through the whole process. Partly because it was painful but mostly because G (6 yrs) was in the other room yelling... "K your hands will be stuck like that forever! Super glue doesn't come off!"  Poor girl. She believed him.

It was traumatizing for all of us.

He's got that right!

I woke up Monday morning and was getting the kids ready for the day. Trying to get Gav off to school on time, while getting myself ready for my 30 week check up with the Dr. I had a nice little conversation with Gavin that went like this....


G: "So, mommy, what are you doing today?"
Me: "Well I have to go to the doctor after I take you to school."
G: "Why? To check on baby Ryleigh?"
Me: "Yep, to make sure everything's okay."
G: "Well I hope she's like me... normal. Cause Kenna is crazy."


LOL... Smart kid.

Husband of the year award!

Yes, that's right my husband wins the husband of the year award!!! For what, you ask? Let me tell you...

I woke up around 1:40am for a pee run. I roll out of bed all groggily-eyed, get on my feet and head out of our bedroom; only to find a big black blob running across my kitchen floor. I nearly had a heart attack, stopped right in my tracks and watched it run under the kitchen table. Now that I was fully awake from the scare of this little monster, I flipped the kitchen light on to try to see exactly what this creature was. Not being able to get a good look (because I was terrified of getting too close to it) I ran to my room and grabbed a shoe from the floor. Got back in the kitchen and the little bastard was gone! I was horrified, it could have been anywhere at this point!!!!! I run back into my bedroom, tap hubby on the shoulder; he quietly muffles "hmpphh." I was like "Babe!! Get up!!! There's a bug in the kitchen, it ran away, I can't find it, I need it dead!!!" So hubby rolls out of bed, stumbles into the kitchen and the little sucker is staring right at us from the OTHER side of the kitchen. J goes... "What the hell is that thing?" I was like "I don't know, I think it's a spider, just kill it!" He reaches down to smack it with the shoe and it jumps away. That's the moment I realized it was just a huge, over sized cricket (that very much resembled a big hairy spider). J reaches down again and gets it this time. *Sigh of relief* I can now go to bed knowing the big scary creature in the kitchen is gone.

And the best husband of the year award goes to................... My love, for getting up in the middle of the night to save me from the gigantic cricket that almost sent me into preterm labor.

Tattle Tail

Sitting in the waiting area of the doctor's office yesterday, trying to fill out paper work while my daughter is loudly expressing how the little baby boy next to her will not say hi back to her. I quietly explain to her that he is a baby and he doesn't know how to talk or communicate yet. She brushes it off and moves on to her next subject... The little girl across the room who is giving her mom a hard time and will not behave. I tell Kenna that sometimes kids misbehave and get in trouble, but that she is doing a good job and behaving in the waiting area.

It must have stuck with her pretty good because that's the last we talked about behaving. We picked Gavin up from school that day and he starts talking over her in the car on the way home....

"MOMMY!!!! GAVIN IS NOT BEHING HAAAAAAVE!"

I start laughing so hard, I don't even think to correct her. It was hilarious.