SHE WOULD DO THAT!!

My husband Peyton had an indoor soccer game tonight so the girls and I all went to cheer him on.  

Dumb idea on my part by the way.  

The first game I watched of his was without the girls!  It was enjoyable, and I was able to watch the game.  This time the girls went, I watched less than 1/4 of the game because I was having to get up and locate my girls, take them to the bathroom, make sure they weren't talking to random people, or wandering off, or breaking anything.  They were good most of the night.  

KEY WORD: MOST OF THE NIGHT! 

I had just glanced around to make sure they were visible, which they all were so I watched the game.  About 30 seconds later I heard this phssssssst noise.  I didn't think much of it, I just though it was the buildings cooling system coming on.  Boy am I DUMB!!  

I glanced over to where the girls were playing and water was spraying from somewhere and my girls weren't anywhere near it.  I turned back around and said, "I hope my girls didn't do that," and looked around to see if someone was going to take care of the issue.  No one was, so I looked back at where the water was spraying an a man had walked over and turned it off.  I also saw Madi starting to walk towards me and I asked her if she did that, she replied no.  Then I see little Payton in the back ground standing near the water, soaking wet! 

SOAKING WET ALL IN THE FRONT FROM HER HEAD TO HER TOES!!  

So I started thinking and putting everything together.  She did that, she somehow turned the water on.  She would do that!!

I got up and walked over there and asked her if she did it, she was at least honest and said yes.  OMG!! I was so embarrassed.  There was no hiding her and acting as if I hadn't a clue as to what had happend.  She was so stinking wet!  

After a small reprimanding, she was told to apologize to the (14 year old look alike) boy who had to clean it up.  Which she did with a little help and encouragement from her father, Bless his heart!  Then when we were getting ready to walk out the door, guess where she was?  YUP, back over by the nozzle just standing there staring at it, checking it out I guess, I DON'T KNOW.  So we had a little learning lesson as to what it was, what it was for and why we NEVER TOUCH ANYTHING THAT ISN'T OURS!  

Also just a side note: within 2 minutes of Payton releasing the water and having to sit down, Reagan fell backwards off the bleachers and hit her head on the concrete floor.  

I don't know if I will be bringing my children back to watch their father play soccer!! 

Just Do It!

I asked Payton and Rae to get ready for the day 

and this is how the rest of the conversation went

between Payton and I......

Payton says," But Mom I just going to start Tangled"

"I know, you can watch it when we get back, please put it back in the case"

"But mom"

"Now please!"

"No"

"K, now you can put it up and then sit on your bed for telling me NO"

"I don't want to"

"I'm sure you don't but do it anyway. Put the movie back in the case and go sit on your bed, " I then walk away and start getting dressed myself.

She is yelling this at me, " I don't want to get ready and I don't want to sit on my bed" 

Then she spits at me

By this point don't you think she would have figured out that that doesn't fly well in my house.  Usually I probably would have smacked her in the mouth but this time I kept my cool.

Conversation continues......

"Did you just spit at me?  You did and you will now sit on your bed and you can 

do one of two things, not go to tumbling class today(which is why we're getting ready in the first place) or you can get soap in your mouth.  Which do you choose?  Do you want to get soap in your mouth?

"No, I want to go to tumbling"

"Then you get soap in your mouth!"

" I don't want soap in my mouth"

"Then no tumbling"

"I want to go to tumbling and I don't want to eat soap"

Then what I wanted to say was, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, STOP BEING A LITTLE BRAT AND JUST DO WHAT I FLIPPIN' TOLD YOU TO DO AND GO GET READY!

Instead I took her hand and dragged her into the kitchen and put a little dish soap in her mouth and sent her to her, when I turned around to take one more look at my crying child, she was drooling down her chin onto her clothes as if she had no control over it.  I just turned and walked away.  There was nothing more I could do at this point.  Drool going down her chest is punishment enough.  Come to think of it I don't know if she ever cleaned herself off.  She probably has crusty drool all down her front side.

Oh the Joys of being a MOM!

Soccer Stud!!

Bragging Moment!!

My dear little Madi is so good at soccer!!  They are undefeated this year, so far (knock on wood).  I made a deal with Madi that every goal she gets I owe her one minute of foot messages.  She loves having her feet rubbed.  So I have had to rub her feet after every single game, because she has scored in every single stinking game this season.  Some games more than once.  

About two weeks ago I went to a Women's Conference, which I will blog about later this week.  I was unable to go to the soccer game. Apparently it was a total blow out!  We won 18-0.  Every single player scored at least 1 goal. My awesome little soccer player scored 6.  So I owed her 6 minutes of good'ol foot rubbing (stupid bet).  I know 6 minutes doesn't sound like much, but it was.  It was rough on my fingers! She has bony little feet. And to sit there and listen to her say every 5 seconds that she was so glad that she is so awesome at soccer and that every week she wants to score 100 goals was not my idea of fun!  

 I don't know what else I could do to encourage her to keep scoring goals but I need to come up with something that doesn't deal with me doing manual labor!  

And I think we may need to have a lesson on being a little more humble!

Aren't Prayers Supposed to Be Reverent?

I was getting ready for the day and I had just gotten out of the shower.  Reagan was sitting at the table eating her breakfast.  I stuck my head out of the bedroom door and asked her, "What are you doing?  You need to be eating!"

She then turned around to me and YELLED at the top of her lungs, and in a nice slow,dumb voice, said, " I AM PRAYING"!

Wow, well excuse me for interrupting your "Oh so reverent Prayer"

Maybe she should pray for kindness to be in her heart!  Jeeez!

Oh the DRAMA!

If you are thinking you would like to have all girls in your little family, I suggest you think again!  Don't get me wrong I love my girls but you need to be prepared for a few things.  

Everything is over exaggerated by 100%!

Everything is in a much higher pitch!

Everything is pink! 

Everything is gross!

Everyday is a day of dress up!

Everyday they have a new name! (that you must remember)

Every where you go is soooo boring!

Everyday they want to be 16!

Everyday they want to put on your makeup!

Everyday they want to wear your shoes! (high heels in particular)

Everything hurts so bad they are going to die!

They like to skip around and walk on their tip toes with their hands raised in the air!

They need a frilly accessory for every outfit!

They will fight you to their death, to not wear tights!