Like something up your nose?

Ladies, the question of the night is this: What do you think all 4 of these things have in common?
They all have some thing to do with OLIVIA. Last week she crammed a pop corn kernel up her nose. After several attempts to remove the popcorn kernel, it "disappeared", or so said Olivia.

It had, indeed NOT disappeared. This piece of crap of kernel had been lodged in Olivia's nose the entire time, and after noticing the popcorn again in Miss Livvy's nose, I decided to take matters into my own hands, again, but this time enlisting my husband as nurse. Partner in crime, rather.

Have no fear should this happen to you, because THIS is what you do. Mix one cup of warm water with one 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and grab your booger sucker. Be prepared for disaster. The first attempt I made to remove the lodged kernel ended in a vomiting Olivia. This time I said a little prayer, and Andrew held Olivia tightly on the stool. Basically you shoot water up the nostril that is NOT clogged. The force of the water should help remove the stuck object. Water up one side, out the other. This time it worked. And below, here we have the little treasure. And I am keeping it. Forever. What a nightmare.

And my last tip of the day is this: If you need to sleep "just a little more" in the morning, let your child dress you up in princess attire, while you doze. This REALLY works, and as you can tell, I was thrilled.

Ikea.

Here is one EXCELLENT way to avoid buying some thing you can't afford.

Help A Sista Out.

Meet this girl. That's me. I have a confession to make. I have a problem. A big one. A huge flaw. I'm a wreck. I'm guilty.

I HATE doing laundry. Hate, hate, HATE it. No doubt, I'm telling the truth.

The problem is that I do really well at keeping up on the laundry for a week or two, and then.... then I have weeks like this where I've let it ALL slide. And slide in a big way.

This is the laundry in my room. Still waiting for attention.

Folded on top of the basket. No so much on the inside. Presentation is every thing.

And last. My love seat. Not feeling much love currently.

I promise. I PROMISE I will work on the laundry today.... and over the weekend. And I will report back Monday.

Maybe accountability will help. NOT.

Let's play a game.

Remember my grand plans to have my house spring cleaned in a week? I made that plan a couple months ago, and instead of spring cleaning, I had a spring melt down. It was my birthday month and all that goes with it. Yearly, around my birthday, I reface thinking of both (failed) mothers and I reface the memory of my mother abandoning my sister, brother, and I years ago when we were small. It's a sad month for me. My melt down has left my spring cleaning on the to-do list, which I am supposed to start today. As we speak plans are in the making to get close and comfy with my bathroom until it shines. I already roped Ian in for help. Sucker.

Let's play a game today. See this pan? It's on top of my kitchen cabinets. What I want you to tell me is:

A. How long you think it's been there.

B. What do you think is on it.

Happy guessing for you. Happy toilet scrubbing for me.

Picture Perfect.

I took these first two pictures of my girls last night. The lighting was warm in the kitchen, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I am amazed that Olivia is looking at the camera..... usually she immediately puts her head down when she sees the camera come out. My Hannah is growing so quickly. I can hardly stand it that she is going to be turning 8 in June. Talk about wanting to get time back........

Sunday afternoon we decided to take the kids to the duck pond. The light activity of feeding the hungry quackers ended - gosh - maybe 2 minutes in - when I heard "splash" and "Mom heeeelllllpppppp me!". I'll let you guess who fell in. The funniest part of the whole duck-pond-diving was immediately when he fell in, I yelled "Well, SH*T, Ian.....". Much to my dismay and other passer-by-ers, I realized some habits dies really hard. We fled the scene of the crime FAST.


Now this last one is cracking me up. We are at war with one of the neighborhood dogs. Murphy belongs to a 77 year old, nicotine addicted, savvy grandma. I like the lady, really I do. I look out for her, tend her when she is ill, we chat often.... but her dog..... THAT DOG!! That dog pees and craps in every one's yard and I CANNOT stand it. We even have a dog, except she uses a designated kennel for her eliminating needs. Hannah apparently has been listening to me moan about the problem, because when I was cleaning up her art work, I found this: "Murphy, dumb-d0g-shitzu, WANTED, Pees in people's yards.". Am I a good mom or what!