It's been too damn long since I Mish-Mashed people!
My Pal B called me as I was doing the Flight Of The Bumble Bee Clean Up Dance around my house. Needless to say, if I don't have the time for blogging I sure as hell don't have the time to clean house. Anyways, Faith's friend Baileigh* came to spend the night. Seeing as how my children tend to keep their own agenda like the tiny rock stars they think they are, when the idea of Faith going to Baileigh's house to spend the night came up (you know, while I was slammed at work, my dad was watching the girls at the local inflatable bouncy play place, and in general there was a screw loose somewhere in the cosmos) it sounded like a fine idea to me.
*Baileigh is a better name than Courtennay, but still get's minus 2 points for too many letters and minus 5 points for looking just plain weird. Sorry if this is your kid's name- remember my mind is simple and so are my kids names. I know what MY name is- shut it. At least my name isn't "Siren H00ker"- long story, true story, maybe next blog I'll elaborate.
Lo and behold (isn't that always a phrase used to precursor something completely shitty happening?) there was a hitch. Baileigh's mom was going to come to My House to pick up the girls.
My House people. The house that hasn't been cleaned properly (well except for the Seasoned Salt incident) in... well, longer than I'm willing to admit. I plead the Fifth (and I considered drinking one too).
So, as I was throwing clothes and junk in closets cleaning the phone rings and it's B. Chaos echoed through the background as Faith, Baileigh, and Ava (and later on Zeus and Chip) all collaborated to ensure the decibel level in The Casa De Leche was hovering somewhere around the range the Concord would have made (or to be more realistic, at least as loud as Jef used to snore). In this conversation B suggested a glass of wine.
My only question was how to get the children to drink it and not complain about the taste.
--The Milk Maid says a bird in the hand will only dook on you.
2/13/09
Friday Mish-Mash, The Return
2/9/09
Things The Little People Have Taught Me
If you were to ask me, The Milk Maid, the easiest way to remove a WHOLE BOTTLE of Seasoned Salt from your tile kitchen floors, do you know how I would respond?
I would tell to forget sweeping or vacuuming or mopping. Yeah- completely forget all that hard stuff.
The best way to remove a WHOLE BOTTLE of Seasoned Salt from your tile kitchen floor is to walk all over the floor, then bathe your feet.
This Casa De Leche Tip was brought to you by Ava the Toddler, McCormick, and a very hot footed Milk Maid.
--The Milk Maid says if she and the Milk Man were into toe sucking, now would SO be the time.
11/3/08
It's All Relative
I called my mother not long ago to let her know that Jef will drop Ava off around 11:30 tomorrow. She answered the phone with a bump and a bang and then a very sleepy sounding word that came out more like "huhhlow?" than her usual "helloooo!".
My poor mother watched Ava for a whole 5 1/2 hours today. My mother could barely form words into a coherent sentence because she was so exhausted from her day of keeping up with Miss A. Less than six hours... with my dad lending a hand the whole time.
Bless her heart... should I tell her we are planning a third child?
--The Milk Maid says dreamer, nothing but a dreamer.
9/7/08
There Is No Flea At The Market
We took Ava to the local Flea Market today with the idea of letting her ride one of the ponies on the roundie-round thing. Little did we know that she would scream... Not because of the horses- oh no. When the time came to get off the pony they poor child wailed like a banshee! And then she tried to hop off the other side of the horse so I couldn't get her!
Obviously, her dada thinks she needs a pony now. Well, maybe I think that too. And her birthday is coming up. And there are some free and cheap 4-footed friends on the List of Craig.
Can everyone guess what is written across the top of our foreheads? Yes, that's it... it says:
