Brush your chompers, Clean your chompers

So I am pretty sure there are other mini humans out there like mine, well at least I hope so!! They fight you at every corner for NO reason at all AND they think they know EVERYTHING. They ask a million questions and I am pretty sure I hear "WHY" like 8 thousand times a day. They also don't like to brush those perfect little chompers of theirs.

Every morning we went through this ridiculous routine of, go brush your teeth thank you. Can we please go brush your teeth thank you. Lets race to the bathroom and see who can get this done first (he's ultra competitive) thank you! Well, thank you for using your manners but please get your little pooper in the bathroom before I yell at you.....please don't yell at me mom. Ugh. Do you like baby food little human? Gross no!! Well your going to have to eat it because all of your teeth are going to fall out..............πŸ‘€......your tricking me mom. Nope, they will really fall out!

Ok mom, lets go brush my teeth! FYI: I have tried to start with that and it doesn't work. 😌

Well after so long this gets so annoyingly dumb that I just want to say screw it, let your teeth fall out. (I wouldn't do that but some days I really want to!)

So let me tell you the secret to how I have chosen to fight this battle. I went to the world wide web for any answer I could get AND I found one. Thank God for YouTube!!! I found Budd!! He has taught our little human to not only be excited to brush his chompers BUT to do it himself. I wanted to cry I was so happy. So if you have been having the same issues we did, click away!! But be warned, this may be one of the most addicting songs I have heard in awhile and you will be singing your WHOLE day. So will you choose the fight today or will you choose Brush with Budd?

Signing Off

Routine, Ticks, and Insanity

A world without routine.....what does that look like? In our day to day lives we all have some sort of routine.

I wake up at almost the same time each day, I take a shower, do my hair and make up, and then start getting the kids ready for the day. Then off to work I go!   THAT is my routine.

Now, let's take a look into the life my human child who has 8,000 things he MUST do before we leave each day.

First we need to give hugs and kisses (I love this part), then we need to give high fives, duces, peace out, knuckles, and lastly fireworks (ok, not so bad, even a little funny). THEN we move on to the routine he added like 5 months ago......let me ask you a question (what are you going to drive tomorrow.......this must be answered with some sort of construction vehicle) and tell you a statement. (ummm ok). Let's keep this insane routine moving; NOW we have progressed to silly faces (well not sure where this came from but we have had to limit to 2...nope 3....ummm like 5?) And lastly, he has tried to add what he calls Belly Punk ( YES, let's bump bellies. Did you grow up in another time human, where you drank beer and bumped bellies??) Ohhh let me also say 2 days ago he added foot kicks. DUDE!!

Our little human has always had some sort of routine he has had to accomplish. If I were to list them all out, this post would be miles long. Each time we break one another one follows in its place.  For now we resort to the above spectacle to keep the peace. This is one battle I have chosen not to fight.

Know that you are not alone in your day to day fight against routine and what some call "Ticks". I say, keep the peace and learn to have some fun with it. Life is too short to fight it and some of it's even kind of fun;)

Signing off


A difference in opinions........ we all have them (thank god or this world would be boring a hell😴).

But what if your opinions and suggestions differed at a time of importance? What if they differed when you really thought you were right (I am always right by the way πŸ˜‰).

What happens when your difference in opinion is about a medical issue?

We call it agreeing to disagree in this human household. I have a tendency to be over emotional when it comes to our little humans, where my other half is cool, calm, and collective. Just recently our 3 year old human came down with a case of the pukes.

Here is how this all ensued:
Little Human: Mom will you rub my tummy, it hurts!!
Me: Sure little human, come lay in bed with your little brother and me
Little Human: BLAHHHHHHH
Me: Ummmmm can someone please come help. Its definitely possible I have puke on my face and in my hair!
Little Human: Sorry for puking on you mom.

Oh little human you puked... Well I heard someone at daycare had strep through, lets go get you tested ASAP. -$250........nope no strep just a virus....😠

 Ohhhh little human....let's wipe your nose...... WHAT...IS.....THAT πŸ‘€!!! Is that a green booger? Babe, Babe, Babe!!!! I think we need to go to the doctor.......-$250......nope just a virus......🀨

Cough, cough, cough...ohhh that doesn't sound so good....BABE... BABE ....BABE!!! I think we need to go to the doctor, hes getting pneumonia.......$-275.....nope just a really bad cold......πŸ™„

Sometimes we disagree what needs to happen next when our little humans get sick, but when it matters most, we learn to set aside our differences and take the time to talk.

I still might cry and pick a fight because I think I know best; and my other human half will sit by patiently waiting until I have wiped my boogers.....not green ones by the way.....and parent like a pro. He is the calm to my hysterical and you know what???? That's what makes us the best team!!!

No matter how you parent when you little humans are sick OR not...know that you need no validation from others to feel the way you are feeling. So I have more feeler bugs than others, that is OKAY, because I have the calm to my hysterical sitting by my side.

Signing off for now
Duces ✌

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