Hippity Hop Hide

I certainly do not have to worry about my girls being tough.  Playing with Steve has caused them to be stronger than most kids twice their age.  This is one example of their toughness.

This adorable little playhouse was given to the girls by their uncle Rob years ago.  It has been a lifesaver!  they love it and use it all the time.  When we first got it Steve used plastic paint to give it a new look.  Time and Steve has caused that paint to chip.  It doesn't destroy the fun aspect though.
In this little game Steve takes the girls hippity hops and slams it against their house as they scream from inside.  As he hits the house, it shakes and the windows open and sometimes (the key to the game) the door flings open, along with paint. 

Once the door flings open he throws the hippity hop inside and like a pinball it flings all over the inside knocking the girls down until they manage to crawl out.

It is really funny and as most things with Steve, pictures do not even give the slightest insight to the chaos!

No Words for These Words

It's my time of the month and during this time I just want to lay around watching bad TV and eating junk food.  What woman doesn't?  Give us a break for a few days a month!

So I'm enjoying my quiet time watching Burlesque, yes that cheesy movie with Christina and Cher, but the singing and costumes are so fun!

Suddenly I hear this little voice come out of nowhere.

H: Momma?  What are you doing?
K: Watching TV, relaxing.
H: Daddy says your watching dirty TV

Eyes burning and about to pop out of my eyes.  I walk her back upstairs and of course he's giggling when I ask him.

So while I was up there I went to the bathroom to take care of some girlie business.  Once again H sneaks up on me and I ask her to leave for a minute.

H: why Momma?
K: it's just woman stuff
S: Get out unless you want to sky rocket to puberty.

I look at him and he starts laughing because what he said really didn't even make much sense but H was staring up at him ready to pounce with questions and certainly the wrong pronunciation of puberty.

Before this could start he dodges a bullet by asking her to show him where the skittles are.   IT'S 10:00 AT NIGHT!  EVERYONE GET TO BED!

All I could think was thank GOD they don't have school tomorrow.... 

A Day with Daddy

Now that I am working again, the girls spend more time with Daddy.  All of the things they do are fun but not all the things they do are safe.

I'm convinced that men don't truly think of the consequences therefore the women come off as nags because we think of all the ways certain scenarios can go wrong.

First is spray painting the dog house.  I get a little paranoid about the girls ingesting all the spray paint fumes but I'm probably just being a nervous Nelly.  This is in honor of Aunt Tammy who was a die-hard spirited girl in high school and these (red, white and black) were our school colors.

 



Next is mowing the lawn.  This is fine also.  I don't think anything can really go wrong here aside of one being flung off since he likes to drive fast, cut corners quickly for laughs and let them actually drive.

 

 

 

Lastly is the fort.  When I walked in the room I did think how fun Steve is but I knew it wouldn't end well.  Before I even got the words out he shushed me.

 

 

I walked out of the room telling myself he is more than capable of handling his own kids and I need to calm down.  I then heard, "NO H, you can't stand on top of the bed!"  And then the fort was taken apart.

I just walked down the hall smiling to myself.

OH I forgot to add how he put them to bed.  It's nothing to complain about I just think it's funny all the books in her bed, ha-ha.



This is Embarrassing

I'm embarrassed to write this but it is funny.  So funny that when I tried to yell at Steve I kept laughing because I can't believe what an idiot he is sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. 

We were playing memory with the girls (using the candy land cards which is a great idea- the chances of getting a match are higher and they are too young to focus on the actual candy land game).

OK I'm digressing.  We make a big high-fiving deal every time someone gets a match; like a big team high-five, well dumba** thought the girls weren't looking so he high-fived my chest.

I looked at him like he was an idiot.  I didn't think the girls saw until the next match was found and H high-fived my chest.

How am I going to explain this at school?

H to teacher: when we do something great at home we high-five Mommy in her boobies.

Steve's justification is that I should be flattered after all these years together he is still doing things like this....

Have you Seen a Cuter Scene?

I love walking in on moments like this....

I'm so glad my pit bull is vicious and on the verge of being banned and that my husband is uninvolved in my girls lives.

I really have to hang around for another game of Memory before I get to attack you again....boring!

Bad Mommy

Well that Stevie got one over on me again. 
During a very stressful morning he thought he would lighten the mood with a good ol' pantsing.
Didn't work.
I, without a thought and quick as lightening, back-handed him in the face.
Normally this wouldn't bother me or him since he is the one gambling.
But on this particular morning I was scrambling to get the girls ready for school so they both witnessed it.
EYES WIDE with shock they yelled a stern "MOMMY NO HITTING!"
Steve, of course, played this up like he was hurt.
Weasel.
So I had to tell them they were right and what a bad Mommy I was for hitting and no one should hit and I broke the rules and many I'm sorrys and I need a time out and blah blah blah.
Well played Steve, well played.

What is a Trash Can?

I must be confused because when I went to get my laundry basket I found it in the closet.
Not so unusual but instead of clothes being in there I found trash.
Steve was cleaning and instead of getting an actual trashcan he grabbed the laundry basket.
I'm pretty sure he found this basket in the bathroom next to an actual trashcan.