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Like ALL mothers of little girls I was thrilled when toy makers came out with
Love their long, voluptuous hair, big doe eyes, and totally appropriate clothing choices.
Low and behold they came out with
Because tweens need more pressure to look like that. Again, perfect hair, huge eyes (no wonder they start wanting to wear make up) and again, totally appropriate clothing (personally I think the skirt could be a little shorter).
The good news is that my girls seem to be able to laugh at it all
The Twofer and a friend were chatting in the car the other day about Moxie Girlz and I hear Em say,
"First there was Moxie Girlz, now there are Moxie Teenz. What are they going to do next? Moxie Elderly?"
And at that, even I giggled.
Because we all know the Moxie Elderly already existed in...
Here's to a little moxie,
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I need to write these down here before I forget.
This is the stuff that you forget to put in the baby book but that they'll LOVE to hear when they get older.
I was chatting with El and Em after school a few weeks ago and, as usual, they often talk over each other. We've been working on it. I try to remind them to let the other one talk but Em has a tendancy to go on, and on, and on, and on. El gets worried her sister is going to tell the whole story so she jumps in.
This time, however, it was El taking her sweet old time telling me a story and Em got sick of waiting and started taking over to which El said,
"Em stop interrupting me!"
Em, "I'm not interrupting you I'm just trying to talk while you're talking!"
Then this week the girls were being silly and one of them got scratched by the other one's toenail (don't judge...we groom but those toe nails grow fast!) and then both were yelling and finally I said to El,
El gets all sad faced because even though I saw "girls" I'm looking at her.
I turn away and hear,
"Cut it out! You're being mean and smiling at me!"
Since when is it mean to smile at someone?
Well, when it's your twin sister who is gloating that she isn't the one to have received the look.
Don't worry. She got the look after that.
And then we put a bandaid on the toenail scratch.
Just another day....
Twice a year I host a CAbi (Carol Anderson by Invitation) clothing party at my house and invite friends and neighbors over to shop.
It works much like a Silpada, or Pampered Chef party where the rep brings samples to your house, gives a little demonstration, and then people shop afterward. The items purchased are ordered and shipped to the hostess about a week after the party. The hostess then distributes the items to her friends.
The hostess does not mind because her friends' shopping enabled her to get 5 items at half price and even a few, in this case, CAbi dollars - which means at least one of her items was free!
This time the Twofer, having been through the drill before, knew there was a little show and they wanted to be a part of it. And so my CAbi rep (and now dear friend) Charlie indulged them about 30 minutes before the moms came and put them each in a few CAbi outfits and let them do their best spin on the catwalk. Here's what happend:
Watch out Tyra! These girls just might be American Next Top Twin Models!
Even as the girls entered preschool I didn't think time had passed any faster than normal. They were still little, still had funny ways of saying things, and still fit comfortably on my lap.
It has taken me five, almost six years to finally learn what people are talking about when they say time flies once you have kids. They are talking, of course, about those angry little men that come out in the wee hours and fast forward all the clocks in my house.
Those little men have made it impossible for M to fit comfortably on my lap, her skinny legs crunched up or dangling off, and my legs going numb from the weight.
My innocent little girls now come home from school talking about boys, and which 5th graders are getting boobs throwing
I will develop a Stop-Growing pill that will not only keep my little girls 5 forever, it will keep my rear-end from expanding.
I will make millions, I will have a sort-of-ok ass, and I will have all the time in the world to enjoy it!