My middle name is Restraint

This morning, my father-in-law said his middle name was Restraint, when offered a mouth watering glazed Stan's donut.
It made me think, what is my middle name. (Really its Lynne, but that is not what I am meaning)
I believe my middle name is "I am addicted to sugar and refined carbs" or maybe it is "sleep deprived" or even sometimes it is "CHOCOLATE" . It is never, never Restriant.
Maybe I need to work on that. Is it possible for a delectable donut to be placed in my near vicinity and say no thank you? Can I really stop eating treats and the like?
It seems like an impossibility but if my middle name was Restraint I might have a chance.

I am going to eat my donut and think on that. I will get back to you with my progress report.

Its Just Easier: An introduction to a nudest colony

Over the weekend we bought a house. Not a real one, let's be realistic, but a cute little plastic house filled with the potential of hours of childish delight.
The house was dirty, so I sent the girlies out to give it a scrub down. When I went out to check on them, they were naked.

I asked why the nudity? The answer..."Its just easier this way. "

Perfect. I guess that is why people fence their yards. Just in case sans-clothes is easier.

Snips and Snails???

Now that we have a boy there are a few unaddressed anatomy questions. I am very aware that kids need correct information, and I am all for keeping the little people in the know, but I don't love them hollering that their (insert proper anatomy part ) hurts while I peruse the isles at Target. So we give things a little tweak so I can stand to talk about them in mixed company. Cute girl number 1 got a bit confused.

#1 to me (as I change the boy's diaper): he-he" I just can't keep it straight. Is it really called a u-nis or a wee-nit?"

Me: Uh neither.

I had to run to the bathroom to snigger my head off.
I don't think I have cleared that one up yet. I am excited to hear her next idea. :)

Harnessing the GOO

So I had the baby, now what the heck do I do with my bowl full of jelly, aka The Gut. I usually come home from the hospital and squeeze into my grandma girdle, but this time I bought some Spanx thinking that they would be better. WRONG!!! I put them on and it looked like I had just slimmed some spandex over the volley ball I had shoved down my pants. Sadly there was no ball, just my chubby tummy. I can always put on my Grannys. They worked for the last 2, but there has to be a better way. A way that doesn't require diet or exercise.
I am going to work on that and I'll let you know.

Its a BOY!!

At 9:33 this (Sunday) morning I was finally freed from internal turmoil and as my prize for 9 months of bondage, a sweet 8.2 lb, 21 inch little boy. He is the cutest!! He has lots of fluffy brown hair, and the sisters decided we could keep him. Yeah!

Potty training logic

I am officially no longer potty training; the girl is trained!! Yes folks, there has been successful dryness of all panties for a few days now. We even made a dry trip to Ikea this afternoon. Way to go child #2!!
The only thing I get concerned about is the frequency that the solids, or rather the infrequency.
The girl never has to go that route. I finally asked her why.
the answer of the day...

"My poops are just sleeping in my buns. They are tired and are not ready to come out. When they wake up I will help them into the potty."

There you have it. I guess I have always been inconsiderate about such things. Now that I know I will try not to interfere.