what to do?

I hope this is a phase. Caet has become quite destructive. If I was even remotely that destructive, I pity my poor mother. This kid will send me into a stroke before I am thirty. So what do I do? How can I make Caet see that this isn't really who she needs to be or who she wants to be. Chrystan has had many crafty things completely ruined and now sitting in a landfill. Any suggestions?

sorry about the lack of updates

I haven't really had anything to blog about. My daily routine is: Jump outta bed because the phone is ringing or the state workers are paving my road and are obscenely loud. I then try to make sense of the crazy ass dream I had. After shaking that off, I walk wearily into the kitchen to drink the nearly 4 hour old coffee. I find that I am completely out of fat free Coffeemate, I curse at the refridge and get the crappy off brand powder stuff from the cupboard. I then sit to check my FB page and email. Realizing that I am a FB junky and I should really check into some sort of rehab. All this fun is followed by a baby who has decided to throw his binki on the floor, rip off his diaper and pee between the slats in his crib nearly nailing the biniki that's sitting on the floor (by the puddle of pee.) I walk in and the only thing this kid says to me is "UH OHHH!" How could you not laugh at a 14 month old, standing stark naked pointing his doodle between the slats? Then comes the war of breakfast. First, Conor gets his usual Cheerios and juice. After devouring the first round and looking at me like I haven't fed him it what seems like months, I give him round 2. He gets board and decided the Cheerios look much better everywhere else. One swipe of his tiny little hand and *POOF* 85% of his Cheerios are on the kitchen floor. I call it a war zone because as you make your way towards him, you step on the land mines he has so strategically placed around him. I, again, curse under my breath (I learned the hard way that these little buggers are quite the sponge and eventually everything you say will get repeated in the most inappropriate places.) I know God has a sense of humor, but the older ladies in church look at you in complete disgust. Okay, back to the Cheerio situation. I go for the reliable Swiffer Sweeper Vac. I pull it outta the closet and turn the sucker (literally) on only to find out that the last individual that used the stupid thing forgot to plug it back in to charge. I am left with a dead Vac, cheerios all over the floor and now...now some of the cheerios are crushed. Again cue the swearing. Meanwhile, Conor is screaming at the top of his lungs because he no longer has anything to shove into his mouth. I find something to give him, usually the puffs work for a while. As I turn to put puffs on his tray I realize that the spill proof sippy cup is not really spill proof. I step in juice and now the floor is sticky and covered with cheerios.
Cue Caet, stage right. Nekkid as the day she was born. "Mom, what day is it?" I have to fish out the calender because it seemed like it was just Sunday or Thursday. "I don't know Caet." She continues on with the "I'm hungry" thing. We argue about breakfast for a few minutes until I cave and make her Ramen Noodles. I know, gross. She likes it, she is not wining, and there has to be some sort of nutritional value in those things. It's a win-win.
About an hour later, Chrystan decides to grace us with her presence. Wild hair and all. She wearily walks to the coffee pot, makes herself a cup and also is mad because there is not fat free Coffeemate. I think if i allowed it, she would have cursed the fridge too. She finds something to eat. I try to get some stuff cleaned up. I haven't figured out why I even attempt to clean. You would think that I feed, clothe, launder enough for an army. Conor gets down from eating and he drops enough food from his diaper and other crevasses to feed a third world country. Caet decided after one healthy heaping serving of Ramen (which she call ra-mon emphasis on the ra) she wants to eat whatever crunchies available. She eats these on the couch, and for some reason misses the large gaping hole in her head we call a mouth. How she misses that thing is beyond comprehension. I fetch the Swiffer only to realize the previous mishap in the kitchen. Okay, leave the crumbs until later. Note: it is now almost noon, I haven't showered yet, and Chrystan has already made plans for the evening. She wants to go with her mother, but 15 minutes before she is supposed to leave, she decides she doesn't want to go again. That is how my day usually starts. Any questions?

Hot!!!

I again apologize for my lack of updating. We are busy here with soccer and softball. It is all coming to an end...THANK THE GOOOOOOOOOD LORD!!!!

Anyway, so last night we went to the grocery store at like 8pm. Yeah, kinda late, but hey...there was almost no one there and we didn't have to wait in line.

After that we went o Sheetz to get coffee and gas. Caet decided that she would get a Mt. Dew slushie thingie. She looked at me and said, "HAHA, I got Mt. Dew and that doesn't make you too happy, does it mom?" I told her no. She said, "Boy Mom, your hot when your mad. Isn't she daddy, she's really hot when she's mad?"

Okay then....

todays fun..

i will have to go backwards on today's events...
on our way to grammy's tonight we saw a rabbit that seemed so tame. caet said oh there's a hare. then she was silent. i thought she was saying that she found a hair, but apparently she was claiming that there was indeed a hare.

caet has decided that she was turning into a crazy old woman...

so, while i was with chrystan practicing for softball, taylor (their cousin) was hanging out with her and playing on the playground equipment. caet got this juice called bug juice. taylor tried it and said it was gross. caet said that she also tried it and at first it was gross, then she got rid of some of her taste buds and it's okay now.

caet was watching, i think it was the discovery channel, and she came running in and asked me if i have ever been to argentina...i told her no...then she came running into conor's room to ask me if we live in america...i told her that we live in north america. she did the whew sound and said that it was really good we don't live in south america, there are too many scary animals there...

i think that there is more, but i just can't remember them right now...

when i grow up..

caet has decided that she wants to grow up to be a beat box!

hmmm...i just don't know what to say...

another day another nickel

today i helped with kindergarten again. i was in charge of coloring easter eggs. do you know what it is like to try and help 100 5 and 6 year old children??? trying to keep their little hands out of the dye, don't drop the egg, don't splash in the dye. whew...sometimes i wonder how the heck kindergarten teachers do it.

tonight is our first soccer practice for caet..i let you know how it goes!!

plroblems

i am sorry that you all were not able to read this for a bit. i was actually getting phished on here so i changed it to permission. if i have forgotten anyone, please email me with their email addy!
love love love!!!