That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh, uh huh.

Hardy. Har. Har.

One of the highlights of mine and Suzi's day is when we sit down together to play The Sims.  Every time we have to have the characters be me and her.  Of course.  So today we were decorating our fabulous new mansion, when suddenly the mommy Sim began to show, prompting Suzi to say, "When mommies and daddies grow up they get babies in their bellies, right, mom?"

"Sometimes," I say, "But only mommies get babies in their bellies."

She thinks about this, then says, "Well, I'm never going to grow up."

That thought is horrifying, of course, so I tell her, "No, you have to promise me you'll grow up, okay?"

She smiles and says, "Cause when I'm a grown-up, I can yell at little children?" 

Natural born comedian, that one.

Yep, that just made it all worthwhile.

At dinner this evening, we were talking about the ages of the kids at Suzi's preschool, and Isaac told Suzi that MaMa kept him when he was the age of the kids in the playgroup class at her school (two-year olds). 

"No," I told him, "MaMa kept you until you were about 18 months old, when I got laid off, then I got to keep you myself." 

He then asked me to explain what laid-off meant, which I did, then he asked, "Did you want your job?" 

"Yes," I said.  "I did.  But they did away with my position."

He thought about it for a second, then quietly said, "I'm glad you didn't get to go back."

Me too, little buddy.  Me too.

Not dead yet!

February 2012 will go down in my history as our sickest month EVER.  I hope so at least, because not a day went by when there wasn't at least two or three of us coughing and hacking.  Blech!  Probably still wouldn't have blogged - I've gotten terribly lazy about it lately - but maybe I would have posted the BEST blog EVER.  Maybe I would have posted about how when Sophie's been snoring due to her ever-lasting cold, how much it's irritated Suzi, who says, "Mommy, how come Sophie is snorking all the time now?!" 

Or maybe I would have posted about Sophie getting us all in an uproar because she told us someone pushed her on the bus, causing her to get a terrible bruise on her face...but when I inquired about it with her bus driver and he checked the tapes, he found her horsing around with a friend and head-butting her own self. 

Then again, maybe I would have just posted this, a sad pic of a sick little boy:

Nah, probably not since this was just taken yesterday.  But I totally would have posted these pics of my roller derby babies at their cousin Noah's birthday party:

That's my dad and Izzy in the bottom pic, Suzi above.  Don't know why I don't have any shots of Sophie, but that's because I was out there rolling away too.  Literally.  Spent a little time on my butt too.  But I didn't break a single thing....other than my pride, of course.

But here's to a better March.  And way cuter pics!  And maybe even a blog or two...but let's not get all crazy with huge expectations.  Maybe I should change my blog title to "Slacker Momma?"  *sigh*

My ray of sunshine.

Fabulous dollhouses of the wee and ornery.

Last night, as I was tucking Suzi into bed, I told her, "Now, in the morning, after you get ready, you need to put up all the dollhouse toys you got out.  Remember, you can get it all out, but you have to clean it all up when you're done."

This is my big rule.  No one pays attention to it, but I continue to be an eternal optimist and believe that if I keep saying it, one day it will be true. 

She tells me okay and slumbers off to dreamland.

Flash forward to this morning and while she's waiting to go to preschool, she actually remembers (or maybe just went into the sunroom to play with all the dollhouse stuff again) and she gets to work.  After a while, she hollers for me to come and check her work, and this is what she's done:

I could not possibly love my little interior designer more!

Isaac the Chef!

Little dude made the world's BEST cheesy mac!!

How do you rock-a-bye a 5'1" eight year old?

Any way he wants.

This is not a surprise.

Overheard conversation in the library at the hotel we went to for New Year's Eve -

Sophie, picking a book up, "I'm going to read, 'It's a Good Life'."

Suzi, also picking up a book: "I'm going to read, 'It's a Mean Life'."

How to SUPER impress your teachers.

Sophie brought home a paper today from school where she had to draw three ducks in a row, and then write about what they're doing. 

This is what she put: "The ducks' names are Emma, Sophie and JD. They are smelling each other's butts. I think that is gross, but they like to. I can't stop them." 

I have no doubt that it's just a matter of time until I get a very interesting phone call from school.