So I’m driving along with my three girls and my niece as we come upon some cows. Chloe quickly points to a cow and then this conversation happens…
Chloe: “I named that cow Melissa.”
Lydia: “Which cow?”
Chloe: “The one with the white face.”
Sofia: “Did you name any of the other cows?”
Chloe: “Just Melissa with the white face.”
Vivian: “You should have named her Mooo-lissa so she could understand you.”
I am never bored with these girls!
I took my dog, Sylvie Odette, to the vet today for a pregnancy check. Back in May she was in heat and had a little episode with our other dog, Ollie Augustus. Despite my best efforts, we have a teen pregnancy on our hands.
When I found out today that my Sylvie is with puppy, I panicked. The vet left the room to print off some information and Lydia asked, “How did she get pregnant?” Sofia responded before I could with, “When a boy and girl…” I quickly interrupted, “Nope. I need everybody to sit in their seat and give me a minute.”
The vet’s assistant returned and informed me of basic needs for my pregnant Sylvie. As she explained signs of birth, she recommended getting a thermometer to check Sylvie for signs of labor. My 6 year old leaned in and whispered, “I am not sticking that thing up her butt.” I assured Vivian that would not be her job, texted my husband, and tried to pull it together.
As I was checking out, the assistant said, “Feel free to call us with any questions and we’ll see you in a couple weeks.” I laughed and said, “I will probably be stalking you with questions.” They laughed, but I think they realize I will be calling daily to process this situation.
We got in the car and before the girls could ask any questions, I asked, “Who wants ice cream? You can have a smoothie, frappe, or milk shake.” We stopped by McDonalds on our way home. I got an ice cream cone and shared a 10 piece chicken nugget with Sylvie. I felt like we earned that.
My middle daughter still has a few issues with masks and costumes, but she’s getting better and agreed to a Disney cruise. Her sisters are beyond excited and my husband is not the least bit on board with this idea. I know we’re going to be throwing our money at all things Princess, so I informed the girls they need to start a Disney Cruise fund.
It’s really just a way to tell them no when they ask for things and be able to remind them of their trip without being the super cheap mom that always says ‘no’. So far, they are cooperating and even asking for chores to earn money. That’s right, chores, Box Tops, loose change, any way to earn money…and I mean any way.
The other day I asked my youngest, my baby, my mini me for a hug. She put down her change cup, smiled ever so sweetly, and gave me the tightest hug as she told me how much she loves me. She then stood up and said, “I’m gonna need some cash money for that hug. I’m trying to earn money for my Disney fund.” I told her I didn’t have any change and she said, “Mom, I said cash money. Dollar bills, no change. I’m trying to go on a Disney Cruise here.”
As I was trying to get the girls ready for dance carpool and myself ready for CrossFit, I walked in to find Vivian drawing…completely naked. Rushing around, I asked her to bring me her tights so I could help. As she took her sweet time getting to me, I informed her that, “I will not be late because you won’t cooperate.”
She threw her tights to me and said, “Well look at you mom! Late, coordinate, you rhymed! Haha! Late, coordinate, great. I rhymed, too.”
I put her tights on and said, “I’m leaving. Hurry up or your daddy will leave you.” It didn’t even phase her… If you ever see me and I am clearly the frazzled hot mess mom, you can assume that Vivian is involved.
When your dad wakes you every day by turning on the lights and you don’t like mornings, you get creative.
Well played girls, well played.
Every night, Lydia and Vivian hang blankets from Sofia’s loft bed because Big Daddy McNabb wakes all of us up by turning on the lights and talking loudly. Some mornings he even plays the Ohio State or Notre Dame fight song until we come down stairs. I will never understand morning people, but I always appreciate the pot of coffee he makes before he turns on the lights!
Mamarazzi & Her Divas 