Wow, I’m getting worse and worse at this!  Seeing as that I just sit around eating chocolates all day while my servants take care of all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, refereeing, bottom wiping, bath giving, part-time job working, bill paying, etc. I’m not sure why I can’t find time to blog!  Oh, well!  One day I’ll get it together again.  I hope!  But, for now I’ll just do my best!

Even though it is now Wednesday I will take this opportunity to share what I’ve not been doing lately. If you want to read what everyone else has not been doing then head over to My Charming Kids and find out!

For the past few weeks we have been taking the boys for rollerblading lessons on Saturdays.  They think it’s fun and you just basically show up and get to practice skating.  Fun times!  While at the lessons I realized our sweet little angel baby had some sort of terrible explosion in her diaper!  I grabbed the diaper bag and ran out to the car to change her.  I reached in to grab a diaper and didn’t find one.  I started to panic as I realized there were no more diapers in there!  Now what’s a Mommy to do!  Well, I certainly did not take the burp cloth that I just wiped her mouth with and attempt to make a cloth diaper out of it.  Afterall, I realize that cloth diapers have some sort of leakage protection (not really sure how that works but I know that it has to be something more than just a cloth!).  Well, desperate times do call for desperate measures but that was not me that wrapped our poor tiny princess in a burp cloth and then put her bloomers back on top of it.  And I would never purposely not hold my baby and carry her around in her carseat instead so that when the makeshift diaper leaked it would not get on me!  Oh, and that was not my baby that had tee-tee dripping from the bottom of her carseat a mere 5 minutes later!  And me being the brilliant mother that I am had not sat the carseat in my lap so that I could talk to my little angel and thus realized that the dripping tee-tee from the carseat was now all over my jeans!  Not me!

As I’ve shared on my blog before I like to sing.  A lot!  And people don’t really enjoy listening to me.  That’s ok.  I still do it.  One of the boys favorite songs is “We Will Rock You” by Queen.  I think they’ve heard it on several movies (Gasp!) and that’s how they came to love it!  Anyhoo, when my precious children came to me with food still on their faces the other day I did not sing to them in a British accent (I just really want to have an accent!  Sorry!):

“You got FOOD on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Kickin’ your can all over the place
Singin’
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you”
They did not join in with me after the third or fourth time I did this to them.  Never in my house!  Not me!

If I’ve said it once on here I’ve said it a hundred times before.  I am a genius freak in the kitchen!  I have tried to learn my limits but this week I have been pushing them.  I’ve joined an organic produce co-op and I was given a bread machine.  Both of which are pushing the envelope here for me if you know what I mean!  However, I did not have all of these kitchen mishaps happen all in the same day:
*Tried to make oatmeal and added WAY too much salt.  No one could stand it.  It made my tongue pucker.
*Cut up a mango for Parker to eat.  I wondered why it was so hard to cut.  I gave it to him anyway.  Apparently it wasn’t ripe.  Bill said that’s why it still had green on the inside.  Oops!
*Served my husband a lovely organicly grown salad for dinner.  I thoroughly washed and “spun” the salad before serving.  However, when I was cleaning up and went to put the leftover salad away for later I did not find mud (dirt + water from all the washing=mud) on several pieces of the spinach that was mixed in with what I had just served.  My Mom, husband and myself did not eat mud salad!  Wow, really!
*While I was making mud salad I decided to try out the bread machine.  The bread that has been in the machine for well over three hours is still baking.  I’m getting scared.  It’s now 10:30pm and I really want to go to bed but I’m still waiting on my banana bread.  Who new it took a bread machine 42 hours to bake!  I’m really getting scared!
Kitchen mishaps?  Not me!

Well, that’s it for now.  Got to run stare at the bread machine!  I hope you are having a fabulous week!

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