tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56613833727369294392024-03-13T11:53:33.112-07:00Twin TalkJust a little spot about our crazy family of quirks and fun! Cause one kid with a sneaky idea is scary but TWO kids at the same age with the SAME sneaky idea is a Tsunami!HeyMom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643511203901197959noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661383372736929439.post-32535490540734057802010-05-09T10:34:00.000-07:002010-05-09T10:43:30.347-07:00Mom's BB Gun<div align="center"><strong>Mom's BB Gun</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Bird feeders are for the birds,</div><div align="center">Yes i agree.</div><div align="center">Not squirrels or chipmunks,</div><div align="center">Not people or bees.</div><div align="center">Bird feeders should have another name</div><div align="center">If they aren't for birds.</div><div align="center">But shoot squirrels!?</div><div align="center">Just because they found a tasty treat?</div><div align="center">Sunflower seeds</div><div align="center">They love</div><div align="center">Picking them out,</div><div align="center">Shelling them,</div><div align="center">Storing them away,</div><div align="center">Stuffing cheeks</div><div align="center">Cute chubby cheeks.</div><div align="center">Shoot them!?</div><div align="center">Why?</div><div align="center">Birds are variety,</div><div align="center">Blue or red,</div><div align="center">Humming or swallow.</div><div align="center">Squirrels so few,</div><div align="center">All boring.</div><div align="center">But Bold!</div><div align="center">Bird feeders are for the birds.</div><div align="center">But shoot at squirrels?</div><div align="center">Never.</div>HeyMom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643511203901197959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661383372736929439.post-54150200069337238702009-12-23T08:12:00.000-08:002009-12-23T08:54:06.103-08:00Christmas is at Hand!Christmas is just a day away! <br /><br />We decorate on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thanksgiving</span> and the total glee on my boys faces when we got out the decorations was so amazing. Chad and I went out to get the lights on the outside. While we were out wrestling with plugs and bulbs... They could not wait so they went ahead and decorated the bottom half of the tree! It was so adorable. We moved just a few (breakable heavy ones). But left most of it just the way they did it, a reminder that they are getting older and more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">independent</span> (which is both wonderful and scary!).<br /><br />As I made my Christmas cookies for friends and coworkers they helped roll them in the sugar and place them on the sheets. Such wonderful helpers... And today! What a surprise just a day before Christmas Eve! A CLEAN room! Totally, completely, utterly clean.... WITHOUT me asking! I thought I was dreaming?? But no.. They said, "we got our room ready for Santa. Did you see the decorations?" I could not believe my eyes, they had action figures and such stretched out on their dressers as decorations... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span> Why can't Christmas come every year??<br /><br />The look on their faces when they come down to see what Santa has brought is always a tear <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">jerker</span> for this poor sappy mom. And I am sure this year will be no different! They are so wonderful.<br /><br />MERRY <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">CHRISTMAS</span> TO ALL!HeyMom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643511203901197959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661383372736929439.post-79260664490848725392009-03-01T07:51:00.001-08:002009-03-01T08:12:42.901-08:00Salsa!Last summer was long and lazy. Working in a school I have the wonderful benefit of having them off. I try to set up projects and activities to accomplish or do. Last summer... not so much. One of those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">faithful</span> days I felt a nap was in order. <br /><br />I made sure everyone had drinks and food to their satisfaction. I then made sure they were set with an activity to keep them entertained. Which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">happened</span> to be Star Wars <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lego</span> game on our Play station 2. They are Star Wars junkies FYI. So then I let them know if they needed anything I would be upstairs and to just come up and get me.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">snuggled</span> down into a warm bed and enjoyed the light breeze of our ceiling fan as I drifted off into a wonderful sleep. In a haze I woke up to complete silence. Silence is nice. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Except</span> I have twins... Five year old twins that usually make enough noise on an min by min basis to wake the dead. And they made no noise.<br /><br />I slipped down the stairs to their worried faces. "Mom. The dog <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">won't</span> stay still." I look down the hall to see our poor pup covered in? What? "Um why is she wet?" They perked up at the question. "We were making Salsa!" "With what!??" I croaked. They realized I might not appreciate their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">genius</span> so they sheepishly replied. "Well, we put syrup and salt and pepper and rice on her."<br /><br />I almost fell over. As I surveyed the house I realized their 'salsa' concoction was everywhere... Some in the den, bathroom, kitchen, dinning room, and even my living room sofas and all. Since I wasn't sure if they would live I sent them to their room for a later discussion of what was and was not acceptable. Right now I was too angry and knew this meant some serious cleaning which included <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">getting</span> their version of salsa off the dog.<br /><br />After serious steam cleaning and a sweaty dog bath I could use another nap!HeyMom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643511203901197959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661383372736929439.post-38998824381724769832009-02-28T15:09:00.000-08:002009-02-28T15:26:02.170-08:00Tuna Fish!For some odd reason my twins have decided to insult each other by using foods as derogatory names.... This is an oddity I have not encountered with any other children. It is common place to hear, "You'r a Tuna Fish!" or "Pizza head!" whilst I calmly try to go about my normal day. And has been this way for many years. Up untill a few weeks ago I did not give it a second thought. Just kinda brushed it off and never made a big deal of it. Even jokingly joined them in their jovial jaunts. After all, it's just simple consumable product names not ludicious or offensive language. Right? Not to mention our pet names for them is peanuts.<br /><br />Well, a couple weeks ago my father sets out to tell me about an incident with a neighbors child and my dear sweet angle of a son... "It's like this." He paused with a wry smile. "He called the other kid pizza. And the kid found it insulting. So he punched him. We had to talk to him about not calling other kids names. Any name no matter if he thinks it is a joke."<br /><br />Kinda hard to tell a six year old not to call someone a food err name... I still catch the two of them calling each other by whatever food comes to mind. And I still call them peanut... But we do try to keep it a family thing. Our dog Salsa can attest to that.HeyMom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643511203901197959noreply@blogger.com0