"Daddy dressed me"

How is it that when a kid looks a mess, clothes don't match, shoes don't match, hair isn't combed and they are with thier father people think....aww look at that cute kid, her father must've let her dress herself. 
However if that same cute little child was out with her mother people think....what  in the hell is that mother thinking? She clearly must not care about how her kids look. I hate to see what her house looks like...
How is this fair????
Truth is Char and Vi try to dress themselves all the time but I say "NO you are not wearing that!" This works most of the time for me. Of course the other day when we got to a party Char took her shoes off to reveal Christmas socks. I mean sometimes things do slip by me,  But Joey on the other hand, he doesn't even try to coerce them to wear something else. He took the girls out yesterday and Char was wearing shamrock pants with a ruffled skirt and a flowered shirt. Wish I could give you a visual. Should've taken a picture. Violet's outfit wasn't quite as bad but clearly noone got thier hair brushed. All of this would be fine if he had not brought them by my work for all to see. I would like to say that this is laziness on Joey's part but truth is I believe it is a true inability to understand what matches. There are many times I am sending all members of my home back into thier rooms to change. (Joey included)
I am thinking my wonderful husband chose the right profession. Thank God his cooking is better than his fashion sense.( and let me just say he can serve up a fine looking plate of food!)

Golden Family Kiddie Mobile

I remember when I was young I couldn't wait to start driving and to pick out my first car. I think it is the first thing you get that makes you feel like you are becoming an adult. I was so happy the first time I drove my 1984 Mustang. And like most kids I loved it until... I saw the shiny new cars sitting on the lots up and down Ritchie Hwy  and that's when it all began....
The endless years of car payments and by now I probably couldn't tell you all of the cars that have passed through my life but I can tell you I never had trouble finding one that fit my needs until now.  Once my suburban became a corvette I knew I was in trouble. Weeks of looking for a vehicle bigger than a suburban got many laughs from friends. Years ago big families just bought station wagons and piled in. That was before kids had to ride in car seats until college. Now it is crucial to have enough seats so as to not get arrested for kids sitting on the floor.
I am now the proud owner of the sexiest 12 passenger van in the Dena. I cannot be missed. So now I have plenty of room to drive many kids legally.
 I make sure I park my large intimidating vehicle right next to the jackass ex cop with 1 kid in the sports car at the preschool who called me out for letting my big kids watch my little kids while I walk Char into school. In the church parking lot where everyone has kids of their own and surely don't want mine nor could they even get them all out of the car to steal them by the time I get back! Yep.. I have been parking real close to his little mid life crisis Dodge Charger just to make him nervous..
Sometimes it's the little things...
Thinking I will downsize to a small Suburban in about 7 or 8 yrs!

Thanks Hon

Being fat after having a baby is an accepted phenomenon. To assure that people know that the baby caused it I usually take the baby everywhere (not really why I take the baby but this is an added bonus). This is also an excuse as I somewhat try to lose weight but yet still indulge in ice cream and fast food. Until...
Around the time my babies turn 5 or 6 months I start to get serious. I realize the new baby thing doesn't work anymore so I have to step up my exercise and actually diet. Diet is an awful word but it has to be done. I have pretty good will power except anyone that knows me can tell you that I love icecream. I could replace any meal with it and giving it up is very hard. It sucks but being chubby sucks more so I will deprive myself of tasty treats and eat protein shakes and veggies until I have shed all the LLLBBBs.
This all brings me to tonight...My loving husband announces that he is going to The Daily Scoop which is only my favorite place! How supportive of him to go buy yummy icecream and thinking that I am going to give in. It is like taking a junkie to a crack house. I asked for italian ice which is a compromise for me to have a treat of slightly less calories. I opened the freezer before I sat down for an evening of good tv and wouldn't you know..... that jackass only bought icecream. He thought I wasn't serious. Thanks hon for the support!  I am mad that I don't have a sweet treat. Guess I will never be supermodel thin if food can make me that mad!