Tag: children

Unicorn Puke

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Like many others, I like to have nice things. Or, at least something new or different every once in a while. You know upgrade, update, etc. But, at this point in my life when looking at new things I have to remind myself, “We can’t have nice things-we have children.”  So decisions for what to buy are based around these key questions: Can it be washed? Will it show dirt, food,…..boogers? (Yes, boogers-this is a question that must be asked, this also applies to clothing for mothers. It doesn’t matter how many Kleenexes you stuff in their pockets and yours, they will inevitably wipe their nose on your shirt, pants whatever you are wearing at their “nose level”)  Is it something that will be easily broken, scratched or destroyed just by looking at it? Will I be able to get stickers off of it? (I despise stickers -and the kids seem to get them from everyone-doctor, dentist, Walmart. And don’t get me started on stickers that have gone through the washer and the dryer on clothing!)

It’s been a tough few days around here for our “things” between stickers on the TV, gymnastics gone wrong in the house and unicorn puke.

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Oh Hell, What’s That Smell?

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I think we have been cursed with the stink.

First, I got a different work car to drive for a few months.  When I got in, I noticed it had a smell that I found less than desirable. It wasn’t just me. When my kids climbed in, they said, “Eww, What stinks?” When I got home I searched the car looking for the culprit- I assumed it was an air freshener that we obviously did not care for. Did not find one anywhere. By this time, I had channeled my inner bloodhound. I was smelling everything in the car.  I was wishing I had my pregnancy nose back – you know, that super power you get when you are growing a tiny human. The one that can be a curse at times too.  I did find a cotton ball under each front seats that had been scented with what I assume was an oil. But that scent did not match the one in the car (yes, I was smelling everything and anything I found left in that car from strangers) . I am thinking the person that had the car before me had this same stinky car issue and tried to fix it that way. So, I too tried this trick (writing this, I see my error-if it obviously didn’t work then, it’s sure to work now). When the heat is on and we are driving for a little bit it smells like what I put on the cotton balls (fresh linen) but it does not stay. Every time I open the door and climb in-the same stink hits me in the face.  So, I may need to break down and buy a real air freshener.

Then, just yesterday, we drove our own vehicle-smelled fine, no problems. When we got home I decided to clean it out-those of you with small mess makers children know they leave a trail of clothing/toys/food/garbage in their wake. So, I took all the clothing, toys, and garbage out and vacuumed it out. Never did I find lost, spilled food (other than the stray cheerios) or beverage-plus no one had eaten in the vehicle. Then, this morning when we got in, there was a sour smell! I searched the vehicle again. Found nothing. What the heck! What is causing this stink?!?

I was  complaining to discussing it with my husband, and he also has a stinky problem. He was working on one of the tractors today and it too started to stink (we do not have livestock, so, no it’s not that ).

I don’t know what is going on, but it stinks. 😉
If you see me and I smell like one of these

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you will know why (because my cars are filled with lots of them).

So, besides trying to cover up the smell, anyone have any suggestions on how to get the fresh smell back? Especially since I can’t find the source.

Or, do you have your own smelly story you would like to share? Share it in the comments! 🙂

 

 

My Tasmanian Devils

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Seriously! How do my kids make such a mess in such a short amount of time? You guys, I swear they are the offspring of Taz the Tasmanian Devil from the Looney Tunes!

Our middle child happens to have the largest bedroom which is the room of choice to destroy play in. I swear, it constantly looks like the room threw up.

Then, when I have the audacity to tell them they need to clean it up, you would think I have just asked them to move the world to a different universe by their reaction.

Fingers are pointing and mouths are whining about who played with what and who made what mess. I start hearing that they can’t put x y z away. I then point out that it is just like taking it out, except backwards. So, if they were able to take it out, they should be able to pick it back up and put it where they found it. Then someone has amnesia and “doesn’t know where this goes”-Oh, Lord help me!!

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Breaking In the New Year

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As I wrote in my last post, Waving the White Flag, our youngest ended up fracturing her arm on New Years Day.

Now, I should tell you that she is very active, ambitious, and a risk taker. This is her second broken bone and she just had stitches on the back of her head a few months ago.  This kid can’t catch a break! (Yah, I heard it too, that is probably not the best phrase to use since that is what she seems to catch)

Anyhow, she was walking down the stairs carrying the iPad and her puke bowl and she had 2 steps to go-2 steps!-carpeted steps! and she trips and falls into the carpeted living room on her arm.  She is crying and holding her hand. It is lunch time, so I am thinking, lets eat, she can then take a rest and when she gets up it should be fine. I mean, it was only 2 stairs and a slow easy fall- right?

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Waving the white flag

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The 2015 Christmas vacation was not easy on our brood.

The plague hit our home.

It started off with the oldest child getting sick in the middle of the night one day before Christmas, which I might add here, that we were to host. at. our. home. I mean, who doesn’t want to rush right over for Christmas dinner when they know the puke bucket is out-that is not the love your family wants you to share with them. Luckily, she was better within 24 hours and we were able to clean every surface that may have flu germs on it in time to host family Christmas.

Then, the middle child fell victim the day after Christmas in the middle of the night (why must these things happen in the middle of the night?). Nothing wakes a parent up faster than the sound of a child puking-am I right? Continue reading “Waving the white flag” →