A day in the life of....

Scene: Biz and Mads are playing house in the living room. Biz is the wife. Mads is the husband.

Biz: (Walks from her bedroom into the living room holding a baby doll)
"I just went in and had this baby (points to doll) pulled out of my stomach and you haven't even gotten out of bed yet!!!"

Mads: (Laying in a steam cleaner box that has been transformed into an "RV")

"STOP YELLING AT ME!!! I'M NEVER GETTING OUT OF THIS RV!!!!"


Maybe I should stop letting them watch COPS.

I just don't understand....

How this...



can begat this...

My Holiday Wish...By Biz

For anyone who doesn't read on a first grade level this says...

My holiday wish is that people without parents can have parents. That all kids can have toys. To give help to others. For everyone to be warm.

I think that's a pretty fantastic wish. I hope it comes true for her.

What Christmas Really Means....

I can always count on my kids to teach me a lesson when I really need one. They are the greatest teachers actually. They are so honest and sweet and innocent that even the hardest lessons can be said in a manner that makes you smile and give them a hug. Example...Mom your butt is really huge. Yes, that's happened.

I've lost a bit of my Christmas spirit the last few days. It's getting close and the stress starts to catch up. Finding those last minute things. Having time to make homemade rolls instead of buying them. Wondering if your gifts that you thought were so thoughtful will be seen that way or just thrown aside. You know, dumb stuff. But stuff that makes you worry just the same.

Anyway...I was done with Christmas. I just wanted it to be over. And then Mads handed me this...



That's right. An ugly plastic baby laying in a pink play doh manger. She gets it. She knows what Christmas is supposed to mean. And she isn't going to care if I got the right kind of zoobles or squinkies. She's just going to love that it's Christmas morning. I can't wait for it to get here so I can spend it with the ones that I love so much.

A Lesson In Compromise....Featuring Mads

Scene: 9:00pm. Half an hour past bedtime in my bedroom.

Mads: Can I have 3 Ritz crackers?
Me: No. You need to go to bed.
Mads: Please. Just 3?
Me: How bout 1?
Mads: How bout 3?
Me: How bout we compromise at 2?
Mads: How bout we compromise at 10?
Me: LOL.
Mads: Took 4 crackers and went to bed.


That'll teach her to mess with my mad negotiating skills.