This is my life...

I've been pondering my choice to stay at home with my kids a little more this past week after reading this book. I've never doubted my decision, I've just been thinking about it and how it effects and will effect (or is it affect) me, my husband and my children. I found it somewhat humourous when this conversation ensued this afternoon.

Mster: (holding Sven on the couch) Hi Sven. I'm Mster, your big sister. This is my mommy. She makes me breakfast every morning.

Of all the things she could tell him, that is what she could think of at that moment. (It was hours after I'd poured her cereal too)

And on a similar mommy note.

This is what I deal with on a semi-daily basis.




I case you can't tell that's vomit.

The Awkward Stage (verbalizing everything)

At church last Sunday there was a lady in front of us in a halter top. Her entire back was bare and she had 2 tattoos on each shoulderblade. Mster didn't get it. Here's the conversation that I tried to stop.

Mster: "Mommy that lady's naked and has stickers."
Me: Shhhh...look there's A---, your friend.
Mster: Why is she naked. She has stickers on her back.
Me: Looking at Cster, trying desparately not to laugh.

Yesterday in her highchair.

Mster: (grunting)
Me: do you have to go to the potty?
Mster: No. My bum's wiggling.

Being the mother of 2 kids

Always enjoyable is looking over at your daughter (in her high chair) "washing" herself with jello while your 3 week old baby vomits all over you.