Be nice to every"buggy".

I went to pick up Ty from my moms house 2 days ago. I pulled up to find him sitting on the curb and playing with some gravel in the gutter. I asked him what he was doing. Conversation goes as follows...
Me: HI Ty! What are you doing?
Ty: Oh just trying to trap this stupid beetle.
(I look closer to see him cover the beetle and the beetle immediately climbs out. Then he does it again and again and again...)
Me: C'mon buddy. Let's go find Grandma.
Ty: Just a minute.
Me: Why?
Ty: Cause I'm trying to bury this beetle.
(SO I sat and waited patiently. Getting annoyed I said...)
Me: Hurry Ty, get in.
(Ty hopped up with a face full of fury and stomps poor beetle to it's sad painful death. Ty stands up straigt and gave the dead beetle a complete stare down)
Ty: Who's the boss NOW beetle!?!!
Then he quickly ran around and hopped in the car. Well, I guess he took care of that.

To splurge, or not to splurge...that is the question.

I admit it...I am a splurger. I enjoy spending ridiculous amounts of money on darling little impractical outfits that my children may or may not ever get a chance to wear. I can't help it. I have a sick addiction to shopping for my kids.
I own an upscale children's boutique, (Thus, going hand in hand with the fact that spending on my kids is my favorite hobby) so I get a first hand look at mommy splurging at it's finest. I always find it so interesting that a mother will drop hundreds of dollars on their children in a flash but hesitate and stew over a $6.00 shirt for themselves. 9 times out of 10, they end up putting that shirt back for the adorable little socks that match that $69.00 cardigan. What is it that naturally prioritizes us this way? I had a baby a couple of months ago. My body isn't what it used to be. Neither is my wardrobe. Usually my daily wear consists of pajama pants and my husbands T-shirts. And my sweet little baby monster princess is growing so rapidly that when I open my eyes after I blink I forget who she is. Her Michelin baby legs are bulging out of every inch of everything she owns. Naturally, we need clothes. I find myself scouring babygap, Matilda Jane, and every other designer baby cloths site that I can think of to find just the perfect baby get up for my sweet little angel. But when it comes to outfitting myself, I try to find some old hand-me-downs some poor preggers herself is trying to pawn off in trades for some stylin' maternity threads on Ebay. Come on Women! Are we ill?!! Who is going to see that hundred dollar onesie? Us? Well maybe. If it isn't covered by a drool bib and a swaddling blankie. And honestly, we all know that it's just going to get pooped and puked on all dang day long, and you know it's true.
Tonight I ran to family dollar for my weekly diaper run. I grabbed my basket, threw in a package of diapers and wipes, then meandered around to the clothing. I was trying to find some long sleeved onesies for my babies chubby little arms. As a walked around the rack I noticed a few cheaply made little outfits that bordered on actually being passable. I took a gander at the price tag...$6! That's right, six bucks for an entire outfit. I'm talkin a headband, a shirt and shorts! That's like two dollars for each piece! Now I contemplated and stewed over these some what dorky white trash baby clothes....then I did it. I just shut my eyes and threw them in my cart. Then you know what I did, I found some for my 3 year old. I loaded up my cart like a binger in a twinkie store. As I was driving home I couldn't help but be proud of what amazing bargains I had found. Seriously, 5 outfits for Kamdynn, 3 for Bentlee, and yes, a $6 shirt of my own. Diapers and wipes on top of that and it was only $67! Now you be honest with me ladies. You can't tell me that you would trade all of this stuff for one pair of babyGAP Skirt-alls, would you? I know it's tempting. I'm just as weak for a baby Biscotti dress as the rest of ya. I think I'll pass on the Biscotti and buy six more packs of diapers. That should cover us for at least the next month. SO here's to all you over-spendin, splurge addicted mothers: A challenge. A dare, if you will. Myself included. I dare you (along with myself) not to purchase another outfit for your child totaling more than $15, shoes included, for the rest of the season. Lets all be a little more rational about this. If we make it to September 1st with out breaking the rules, we are going on a girls shopping spree. And you know what were going to buy? Yup. Clothes for US. Don't you think we deserve it? Me too. I owe myself a little something for packing around this spare tire and set of saggy boobs for the last who knows how long. And in the mean time, I am going to post pics of my kids in their trash store bargain threads. And you have to share too. If you are in, send me pics of your $15 fashion show and I will post some of them (mail to trishajudkins@gmail.com). Oh I all ready can't wait. Save on, splurgie mommies, SAVE ON!

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Ty's Prayer.

"Heaveny Father...please bless that Satan the Devil won't come into my room and throw a knife through me head. Amen."

There is nothing wrong with bribery for a little quiet time.

So a friend of mine (Abbi) was traveling with her kids. (I hear this can be pretty stressful, so I avoid all possible melt downs by limiting my trips out with the kids to preschool pick up and diaper runs. After all, I wouldn't want my little boy to EX me out. *See entry #2) In a desperate attempt to travel in peaceful silence she stopped to buy her little girl (Livie) a toy to keep her preoccupied during the drive. Being the Barbie lover that she is, she chose a Barbie head set. You know, the kind Justin Timberlake often sports during a concert? Well, on this particular head set "Barbie" talks to you through the ear piece and you talk back through the mouthpiece. Just to really put a damper on all future plans of peaceful quiet that her mother had so looked forward to, she would push the "talk" button over and over and over. Thus, all her poor mom heard was "lets dance! Lets Dance!" Well Abbi obviously had to put this to a quick end. Abbi sweetly told to Livie to "put the D?*! toy down or else I'm going to take it away!" type of thing.....when wouldn't you just know it, about 30 seconds later she hears that little Devil Barbie persuasively call out "LETS DANCE!" Little Livie just about jumped out of her three year old skin as she hurried to rectify the situation by quickly leaning down and whispering in the mouth piece "I can't right now....my mom won't let me!" And this my friend, is a prime example of bribery at it's finest.

Quote of the day-

"Hey Dad, I'll give you thirty bucks if you don't make me brush my teeth."

Did you know that...

Did you know that a kid can get strep on their Butt? Oh, no reason. I was just asking.

So What.

So what if I accidentally took my kid to school an hour early....twice.

Quote of the day

"Mom, Kamdynn's chewing like Satan!"

Is it wrong that...

Sometimes when my baby spits up I hurry and put her binkie in her mouth so she thinks that she is eating again.

Did you know....

SO my cute cousin was teaching a group of 4 year olds in church. She was pregnant at the time, expecting her first baby. In attempt to divert the attention of the 4 year old little girl sitting next to her, she leans down and says "Did you know I'm going to have a baby?" The little girls eyes widened immediately and she said back "DID YOU KNOW THAT'S GOING TO COME OUT YOUR PRIVATES?" Wow...can't get anything past kids these days.

A 5 year old's view of marriage-

I picked up my 5 year old son today from school. I checked his backpack for relevant information for the last week of school. I discovered an invite for a water party.
Me: Oh look Ty! Braxton is having a water party.
Ty: Do you know where he lives?
Me: Yes. He lives in Montee and Aubree's old house. (Montee and Aubree are his cousins who recently moved to Idaho)
Ty: Why do they keep getting new houses?
Me: (Steering aside from the fact that this has happened on more that one occasion to them) Because their mommy and daddy got divorced. Do you know what that means?
Ty: No.
Me: It means that they decided that they didn't want to be married anymore. But that will never happen to mommy and daddy because they got married in the temple, and that means that we will be married for Eternity. Do you know what Eternity means?
Ty: Yes. That means forever and you will always be together and never break up.
Me: Right.
Ty: Ya, and I'm never getting married in that place. I'm getting married somewhere else.
Me: WHY?
Ty: Because if my wife ever starts stressing and being ornery I will just EX her out.
Well said young son, well said.

Motherhood as we know it...

This blog is dedicated to all those mothers who experience life everyday, just as I do, through the eyes of a child. How lucky we are to enjoy such an innocent view, for mothers are the only people who can find joy cleaning up vomit, wiping poopy butts, kissing slobbery lips, wiping sad sad tears, picking up endless messes, waking up hourly to let some creature suck on a part of your body for satisfaction till you think that you might bleed to death, pretending to be the prince even though you are a girl too, buying an endless supply of band aids because they are a magic plastic strip that somehow takes the hurt away, sleeping on the floor because your little girl is afraid that her blessing dress is coming to life, watching a new ninja move every thirty seconds while trying to answer the phone, make dinner, load the dishwasher, switch the laundry, disciplining the kids, help the husband find something that is right in front his face, trying to block out the fact that the baby is screaming in the background, finding your way through an obstacle of toys scattered on the kitchen floor while trying to function through sleep deprivation just to simply satisfy the needs of a family. Now tell me again....I chose this? Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way. My hopes are that you will come across this blog one day when you are so stressed out and over worked that you think that you cannot function for one more second being a miniature persons saving grace and all you want to do is go to bed and sleep for 16 days straight. Then you read the words that hit so close to home that you can't help but smile when you smell the dried spit up on the shoulder of your pajamas.