Momo at it again...

What is it about 3 year olds? I feel like the time from 3 to 3.5 is the era of stupid human tricks. No later that 3 days after her birthday she cut her own hair and balled up the pieces next to the scissors. "Momo did you cut your hair?" "No, I didn't." "Then what is this hair here?" "I don't know." Yeah right. Honesty is a learned behavior.
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Momo is rather attached to daddy as I believe I have mentioned before. When daddy takes call we always have to take two cars everywhere we go because if he has to leave in a hurry he's really gotta go. Momo does not like this arrangement at all and often whines about it. So this Sunday as we were preparing to go to mass she started saying, "Hey Dad, I am on call." At first, we didn't think much about it but when we tried to put her in the car she simply explained that "I need to go with Dad because I am on call." After Mass when he tried to put her in my car she set him straight, "But dad, I am STILL on call!"
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Did I mention that every day dad is gone when she wakes up she asks where he is? I always answer that he's at work and she breaks into tears. Every. Single. Day. It is short lived thank goodness, but I am not sure what I am going to do when he heads to his new job in less than 3 weeks and we are left behind for the duration of the summer. YIKES.
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My children have talking body parts. Often their tummies are telling them they "need candy" or "strawberries." So Momo has caught on. Today at an ever so healthy dinner of Jim.my Jo.hns (don't judge, we have baseball at 6 and soccer at 7) she had been told she had to eat her sandwich before she could open her chips. Well, naturally her body started communicating to her. "Mom, my knees are telling me I need chips." Nice try.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.....

So I have been seeing little blurbs here and there of Planned Parenthood's prayer campaign to keep abortion legal. Apparently it is a 40 days for death sort of thing, trying to copy the highly effective 40 days for Life group. Whatever.

And one of my friends posted the following on facebook in response. I really do pray for these women who think that abortion helps women, but this made me laugh to no end. I won't put profanity on my facebook page, but my blog is another story.

This is awesome.

I am supposed to be doing housework but instead I found this when reading stuff about the mandate.

Introspection

There are two types of people in this world...together and not together. I fall in the later category. I say that with the caveat that I can *usually* keep my ship together to the extent that people think I sort of have it together (or at least that's what I tell myself). But, that seems to have all come undone with this last baby and getting a house on the market.

How low have I sunk? This low:
*I find frozen items up high in the fridge. Had to be me.
*I lose my cell phone in my purse 50 times a day. I don't want to know what my long distance charges are from calling it all the time to find it. You would think that I would just put it back in its little pocket where it belongs, but I don't. Ever. (Moving Bonus- I will be in the same area code of my cell phone...no more charges trying to find it from my land line. Yes, I have had the same cell number since 1998and refused to give it up when moving.)
*I leave sunglasses everywhere and, as a result, they end up broken courtesy of the five year old and two year old. I get upset with them, but really do sunglasses belong on a bed, the floor, or the coffee table? Nope. So for those local I just want you to know I don't have a sunglasses buying addiction, I have just gone through 3 pairs in the last week. For real.
*Tardies, lots of them. The kids are always the last into their classroom and about two times a week I am one of the last moms in the carpool line.

So, how to remedy all this? More sleep? Less stress? Neither on the horizon anytime soon, so I will start with striving to put the cell phone back in the right place and give it an intention- for a sick little boy and his family. Little things people, little things!!

I wish I had rented my house out for Masters last year....

Because then I wouldn't be in week 3 of the not so fabulous Extreme Makeover- selling your home edition. Nothing like a home sale in a super bad market of a really nice home that you love but paid too much for to make you stress out. Not to mention that I have had strange men in my house for days and days and it isn't going to end anytime soon even though the photographers were supposed to come this Tuesday. Now we are pushing it back AGAIN. Please pray that everything gets done the way it is supposed to and that no one (mainly me) has a nervous breakdown in the process. C'mon St. Joseph!

I'm awesome....

Truly I will be going down in the parenting hall of fame. My two year old runs around the house yelling, "WHAT THE WHAT?!?!?!"

This is the same two year old who when asked how old she is replies, "I am 2 and a half, but I am going to be six soon."

Long overdue Momoisms.

You know they have been coming for some time, but they have just been undocumented. Until now.
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Mom, why don't you give the baby to dad. Then I can sit in your lap. That would be awesome!!!!

N.B. There is apparently an awesome dance which dad has witnessed on occasion.


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Momo came up and squeezed my girth and asked, "Is dare a baby in there?"
"Nope," I replied, "just fat."
"But," she answered, "dare is a SWIMMING POOL for babies in dare!!!!"
Then she ran off.

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"Momo, you need to be good for Jesus."

"For Jesus?" (like she'd just heard of the guy. I must be down on the job.)

"Yes, for Jesus."

"Is he going to babysit for us? "

Because let's face it, she's only good for babysitters.

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"Momo, why did you come into our room last night?"

"Because Beanie was making noises."

"What kind of noise?"

"Like a pig! OINK!"

Sister needs some breathe right strips!