Twilight vs. The BCS

This entry (and blinkies) is dedicated to all my Twilight girls that have joined me on my journey into Vampire land. It's been a fun journey hasn't it? And to those who may be judging, don't lie, I know you're out there and I know who you are (watch it, I may sneak into your room at night), give me a break. Exactly how many hours did you and or your husband spend listening to the constant rants of the commentators this weekend continuously droning on about the BCS standings? Just consider Edward, ok and Jacob, numbers 1 and 2 in any and all rankings and know that they could twist the necks of all those stupid Heisman hopefulls. Plus, I've heard you burn more calories reading than watching TV, so I win and the BCS (BeCause we are Stupid) football fans lose!

Can you even define "Nocturnal"

I even looked the word up to make sure it didn't have some sneaky letter in it.
So........
After an hour of re-putting and sending little missy back to bed, I was a bit exasperated, (we go through this every night) and I say

"Girl, you have got to learn how to go to bed"

and she replies, without missing a beat

"Mom, I'm nocturnal now, I sleep in the day so I can stay up all night!"
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard, and I'm not sure, exactly, what I was laughing at. It may have been sheer exasperation or the fact that 6-year-old Isabel used "nocturnal" in such a complete and logical way. However, this does worry me for the teenage years!
I love you Missy!

Ode to Mothers

I was watching The View today and they were discussing President Elect Barack Obama's moving into the White House and should the First Lady Elects mother move-in to help take care of the girls or not. At least I think that's the gist of the discussion, I myself was "mothering" at the time. The red-headed gal, (sorry gal, I'm not a regular enough to know your name) made this comment or something to the effect. "They say it takes a village to raise a child, but I say it takes your mother!"

So! Here's to my mother. Thank you for being my village! You listen to my complaints, my tears, my laughter, my issues (yes I do have them), and all my woes. You listen to any little thing I may want to share about my children, even their interesting poops, and you do it all because I know you love me. My hope in life is to be the same person to my children.

Thanks mom!

Girls............call your mom, and if you're not blessed to still have her, give a shout out.

She's listening!

Halloween Night

What a great Halloween night! Dad took the girls out and mom and Cole sat on the front porch eating candy. When there are not many trick-or-treaters, by law, the person handing out candy is required to eat the candy. The girls made out great with a super stash for mom and dad to pilfer from. We happen to know Isabel got 41 pieces of candy. How do we know that? Well, now-a-days, on Halloween, you get homework. This is the second year in a row, candy homework has been assigned. One must sort, count, and then pattern their candy. This seems blasphemous to me. Not that I didn't do it as a kid, but on assignment? That takes all the fun out of sorting, counting and patterning your candy.