Is summer about over yet?!

Casa de Drama- A weekly summer recap in pictures 

In a surprising twist of fate, I find myself looking forward to summer break this year. Weird, I know! But nonetheless, here I am! To commemorate this (unexpected) feeling, I am kicking off this summer long series, where I will give you a glimpse into our daily lives through pictures and brief "recaps" of some of the funny things happening in this crazy zone we call home! 
Welcome to my Casa de Drama...





You know it is inevitable...at SOME point every summer (even if you are Super Mom)...you are going to get tired of your kids. If you say, "No! Not me!"...you are a liar! 

This was THAT week for me.

It shouldn't have been. The kids had SEPARATE play-dates scheduled throughout the week. (I try and do that so they get some much needed time apart) We went and did some fun things. And they STILL were whiny and complain-y. And anyone who knows me knows...I HATE whiny and complain-y. Whining sends me over the edge in 2.3 seconds. 

Just keepin' it real!

But somehow we made it through. The kids are still alive and kicking and I didn't sell them to the gypsies or the traveling circus show (Hey, I didn't say I didn't THREATEN it...just didn't DO it...) And I am still alive and somewhat sane. So bonus! 

It is weeks like this that make me super happy that I decided to do this summer weekly photo blog. I know that sounds completely backwards, and it probably is, but searching through each day for a great "photo moment" makes me see the good in things and forget about the "MOOOOOM, she is looking at me funny! Tell her to stop!" moments. 

Sometimes we just have to focus on the funny things and let go of the stressful ones. So here are some of THOSE moments...

Like when I took the big girls to choose new glasses. It was so much fun to try on all kinds of frames and goof around in the mirror! These girls are some real hams! 

And I can't WAIT for their glasses to come in. They are too cute! Kk's are bright purple and blue. And Jessi's are black with brown tiger stripe sides.

Like when the teen was (anxiously) awaiting a package with his new airsoft gun. He paced the floor like a man awaiting the birth of his first child. And checked his email for tracking messages EVERY five minutes (including updates for me...lucky me!) FINALLY that sucker came! It was like Christmas morning watching him rip that box open!

And of course...Brennan's entertaining ways kept us laughing! 
Brennan (singing): Oh Jesus help me.....oh Jesus help me....oh Jesus help me.....to get my way.....
The teen: (laughing)
Brennan: NO LAUGHING at God! Or at me. I am trying to get some service over here!

Hmmm. I have a feeling it's not gonna work....but hey, what do I know?! (singing) Can I get some "service" too please?! I haven't been getting my way either...

 And...

Found some good clearance deals for the big girls, came home to show off my finds-
Me: Look at the shorts I found for $3! And this bathing suit top I found for $1!
Brennan: What did you get for me?
Me: Nothing this time honey...
Brennan: You never get me ANYTHING! You don't get me string cheese. You don't get me slim jims...But that's fine. I will just take these hangers.
Me: No...those are garbage....
Brennan: WHAT?! Now my stuffs is garbage?! You are NOT throwing them away. They are MINE.

And THIS is how hoarders are born.

A flower picked "JUST for momma"!

And of course, these loving moments that just melt your heart...

Brennan: (making an announcement) Someone DO NOT kiss me. I think I am getting germs.
Me: (laughing)
Brennan: (attacking me with kisses)
Me: Ewww! Don't kiss me, you are getting GERMS all OVER ME!
Brennan: (laughing) I was just kidding momma! I don't have any .....germs! Just kissies!
And even a bad day frown can be turned upside down with a little creative thinking...

Me: (frustrated) Find something to do that does not involve hurting each other, making a mess, or crying!
Kk: Like what?

Really?! Is summer vacation almost done yet? This momma's nerves are frazzling fast!
Turned into fun craft time ------------------->
Glitter be damned! 

 I even managed to have a laugh at my own expense!
You know what's great? When you rock out your sweatpants and walk your kids 2 blocks to the busy park to play....only to find out HOURS later (at home) that you have a hole in them on your butt and your underwear were TOTALLY showing.
#StayClassySanDiego

And re-claim some of that wasted time with a friend from LAST week!

So I guess, all in all, it wasn't really THAT bad of a week after all! 


See you again next week for more Casa de Drama! Until then, stay classy San Diego! 

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Casa de Drama Americana

Casa de Karaoke

Grab yer bibs, mosquitos....THIS fam is goin' campin'!

 

Well, that's just the poops!

My 4 year old daughter, Brennan, has an eating problem.

It's called picky eater syndrome.

And I don't mean "eww, veggies are gross" picky, I mean, doesn't eat veggies, fruits, or basically ANYTHING healthy, picky. And believe me we. have. tried. The pediatrician recommended "tricking" her by "hiding" the things we WANT her to eat in things that she WILL eat. (Which is basically meat, cheese, yogurt, cereal, potatoes, and pasta) But she is just too dang smart for all that jazz! She has been known to pick a pea OUT OF a pasta shell covered in cheese.

HOW DID SHE EVEN KNOW IT WAS THERE?!

Well, all this pickiness leads to another problem. A big one. Constipation. This girl gets so bound up that I swear poo should be coming out her nostrils. She has to take (prescribed) laxatives daily to keep her regular. And sometimes not even THAT works. Like this past weekend, when we were camping. She didn't go the ENTIRE time. And after days of hotdogs, burgers, chocolate, and graham crackers....one can only IMAGINE how bound up a 4 year old could be!

That's where the fear comes in.

Now, she has been constipated for SO long, that she REMEMBERS what it feels like to give birth to a giant turd via her butthole. And she gets herself all kinds of worked up thinking about it. So when the meds start kicking in, and she NEEDS to go....she holds it! She holds it until she can't possibly hold it in any longer. Then we have a 2 day cry-fest as I try to coax and cajole her into sitting on the potty.

And I usually fail MISERABLY.

9 times out of 10, she ends up walking around, crying, until she "accidentally" goes in her pants. Which is EXACTLY what happened this time. So be it. We cleaned her up, put her in clean pants and went on with our day. No yelling. No scolding. Just hugging and changing. (Can I get a MoTY now??! If THAT doesn't earn me one then I just. plain. give. up.) And at least it is over. ....Right?

No. Oh no! One could only DREAM that it would be over. But over was FAR from sight.

Fast forward a day. Off to my best friend's house to have a fun afternoon in her inflatable backyard pool, while we grown-ups get a (much needed and DESERVED) chat session. We should have known better than to expect anything even CLOSE to that! Less than 10 minutes in, Brennan has an "accident" (of the diarrhea kind)  in her pants. No biggie. (For me... cuz I was picking up pizza, so my friend had to clean it up! Hehehe) So she got her changed (into her swimsuit) and sent her on her way.

To the pool. In the backyard.

Ten minutes later, I am standing in the front yard, and here comes Brennan, through the garage, from the backyard, with poo DRIPPING EVERYWHERE! Seriously, she left a poo trail through the garage and down the driveway into the front yard. EEEEEK! So I did what any good mom would do and freaked the heck out calmly said, "Oh lordy, I hope you didn't poop in the pool!!!! Oh. You had an accident. Let me help you." And I did the only reasonable thing I could think of.

I grabbed the hose.

And there, right in the front yard, with cars driving by, I sprayed the poop right off that girl. I pulled out the back of her swimsuit bottoms, and hosed off her little behind. Then I sprayed all the poop off my friend's driveway and out of her garage. Checked the pool for any signs of "leakage" and sent Brennan back to play. (What?! I was TRYING to have some much needed "mommy" time, remember?!)

Twenty minutes later, I look out in the front yard and there is my friend's son in the front yard filling up his little yellow sand pail with the hose. So, of course, I went out to tell him to get his little butt in the backyard investigate. I asked him what he was doing and he points.... to Brennan, dripping poo AGAIN! And here is her little friend filling up his pail to clean her off! How sweet! (And slightly disturbing!)

Sooooo, back to front-yard hosing. Ugh. People really give you the strangest looks as they drive by!

And after that, I called it quits on having any mommy time and packed up my little party pooper and went home. Where she didn't have another accident.

Of course.

Some days I just can't catch a break!

What kinds of things have your kids done to ruin your mom-time?

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Casa de Drama- A weekly summer recap in pictures 

In a surprising twist of fate, I find myself looking forward to summer break this year. Weird, I know! But nonetheless, here I am! To commemorate this (unexpected) feeling, I am kicking off this summer long series, where I will give you a glimpse into our daily lives through pictures and brief "recaps" of some of the funny things happening in this crazy zone we call home! 
Welcome to my Casa de Drama...




Who out there enjoys a good old fashioned tent camping trip? We take one every year with my WHOLE family, brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, the parents, maybe even a friend or two and it is always a BLAST! And since I am FINALLY feeling better (knock on wood!) we got to join in on the family tradition! 

But first....Brennan realized that she couldn't remember what "camping" was like, so daddy decided to help the girls build a special tent fort in her bedroom for them to sleep in Sunday night. 

I started to get slightly worried when I heard a hammer and the girls came for "more blankets" ...and when they dragged me in for the "big reveal" imagine my shock when THIS is what I found:

(And I am NOT just talking about the cheesy faces!) They made a fort by nailing blankets to the walls and zip-tying them together! I guess that is what I get for letting DAD handle the fort building business! Lesson learned. (But I did have to admit, it WAS pretty awesome!)

Moving on...

Brennan was feeling EXTRA silly and telling special jokes, like this one:
Brennan: Knock knock
Hubs: Who's there?
Brennan: Willy Willy
Hubs: Willy Willy who
Brennan: Willy Willy chocolate banana strawberry *hysterical giggles*
Hubs: Good thing your extreme cuteness outweighs your bad joke telling skills!
Brennan: Yea. You're right! I AM really cute! WAY cuter than you..

 
She may not be able to tell a joke, but she sure can burn you.

Ouch! The burn is real... She was DEFINITELY on fire. She kept it up by snapping her sister's bra.Gotta LOVE her! (Unless you are Jessi...who is a surprisingly good sport 99% of the time!)

 
AND by putting on a "show" for us...

Brennan: (wearing a cooking apron and underwear) Soooo, now I need to go change. I have a concert to put on.... (pulling her apron off)
Me: In your panties??!
Brennan: No! I was just doing a little tidying up...I AM Cinderella, you know... But now I gotta get hot and go put on a show...
 
Apparently Cinderella no longer cares about meeting Prince Charming at the ball, she would rather go all Madonna and be "Vogue" on a stage with a screaming crowd. I know. Because she insisted that I "cheer" while she sang at the top of her lungs and did crazy moves...

"Look momma! I made my bed!"
It's a good thing too! Since...

You girls are ALL going to bed early tonight!
4yo: Why? Cuz you guys need some sanity?

Ding, ding, ding! And we have a #WINNER!

Some nights, these kids are just. TOO. MUCH. Good luck carving out enough space to sleep!

AND NOW...THE MOMENT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.... Casa de Camping!

Every summer, we pack up the tent, gear, and kiddos and head off to meet up with my whole fam (my sibs and their families) for a long weekend of camping excitement. This year was no different. 

Except that the hubs couldn't go. 

So I was forced to load up all the gear, our huge tent, and 4 kids in my little ole car. THAT was a treat! But somehow (among a mouthful of choice words) I managed to squeeze it all in there! (Thank you summer job of bagging groceries at age 16!) And I didn't forget any kids! So that's a definite plus! 

So glad that I am good at puzzles! Fitting 5 people, a giant tent, sleeping bags, pillows, and gear for 3 days in my car is NO JOKE!

Good news: After all these years, I have become quite the expert at setting up camp (read: the kids have learned how to put up the tent with my supervision) 
 So camp was up in no time!  We even found a great spot in the shade! Perfect. 

Bad news: I KNEW I was forgetting something this morning! Oh well....the extra layer of hair on my legs will keep me warm tonight....

Later that night...

Late night tent whispers from the big girls:
*Is that a frog or did you fart?!
*(scratch, scratch, scratch) Are you itching your butt?
*"I'm scared sissypoo!" "I am NOT poo!" "Well, you're MY poo..."
So glad they are getting along so well and giggling together! Now if they could just save it for tomorrow and zip it so I could get some sleep...

By the way, it was a good thing I didn't shave...cuz it sure got cold overnight! Brrr. We were freezing our keisters off in that sucker!

 But the next day, all that was forgotten when we spent the day riding 4wheelers, swimming, socializing with the fam, and eating. Oooooh the eats!  

Best part of camping.... bonfire, food, and SMOREO'S! (Smore made in a pb oreo) I think I am going to have a food baby....

Poolside, doing jumps...11yo shouts "I call this one "The Dumb Husband" then just walks straight in... 
  #WellPlayed #OnlyMyChild

It was totally fun to stay up late playing cards with the teen, my brothers, sister in law, and nieces and nephews while the kiddos played "disco party" with a pool strobe light...the things that keep kids entertained!

The best part of camping: running your kids to the point of exhaustion!

What kinds of things do YOU remember doing as a kid? Share them with me in the comments! 

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Casa de Karaoke

If you see me running....RUN!

I hate to run.

I always have.

In middle school, my dad REALLY wanted me to try out for the basketball team. I agreed, after all, who doesn't want to please their daddy? So I showed up after school, all gung-ho to show how great of a shot I was. Then the coach blew the whistle and the torture running began. I swear it was NEVER ENDING! Back and forth, round and round, run, run, run. Until I thought I was going to throw up. Needless to say, when my dad picked me up, I put my non-running foot down about THAT whole business! And my ultimate hatred for running was born.

Fast forward twenty plus years.

My best friend (since birth, so she damn well knows how I feel about running) sees a cute little picture on Facebook advertising this great little dye throwing 5k and says "We should DO THIS! It will be great! It looks like so much fun!" and I (obviously knowing how much I hate running) say "Weeeeell, I HAVE been going to the gym 3 days a week... this will be a piece of cake. I got this! SURE! Let's do it!"

I still am not exactly sure why in the world I agreed so easily. But I did. And then to make matters EVEN worse....I paid the dang fee of $40.

Who in their right mind actually PAYS to run? Apparently this --> moron <-- right here.

But it was ok, right? I had like 6 months to train, to get myself ready. And I WAS already going to the gym and elipticalling my way towards a 5k run. I could do it.

Piece. of. cake.

I may have a SLIGHT problem with my positivity...

So Christmas comes and goes (mmmmm.....fudge) and life comes and goes and my gym visits get fewer and farther between and the thoughts of running fade from my mind like the remnants of a bad dream.

After all, that WAS all that was...Wasn't it?

Next thing I know, I am getting a message from my friend. "Hey! Did you get your run email? It's getting close! Why in the world did we sign up for this again??!" And reality was like WHAM. In. My. Face. Ugh. I was NOT dreaming. I DID sign up and PAY FOR this stupid run!

Well, if we are gonna dye, we might as well look good doin' it! ( <--- Like that little play on words there? hehehe)

It seemed to me that costumes were in order.

So, that weekend, I went to the craft store and bought yards upon yards upon yards of tulle (it takes A LOT to cover these big ole booties!) and her and I spent an afternoon making beautiful tu-tu's and creative t-shirts to wear to the color run.

Here is my friend's AWESOME creation!

We were gonna go out with a (fashionable) bang!

Next thing we knew, it was the night before the run. And I, being the last minute responsible person I am, was frantically trying to find the registration e-mail and get everything in order. Because EVERYONE does this at 10:00 on the night before an 8 am run....Right?! So, reading the e-mail, I see that I was supposed to go and register THAT day, but if you were a "late" registrar, you needed to be there at 6 am to "avoid" the long registration lines. Ugh. That meant a 5 am wake up AND a run.

Seriously, people, just kill. me. now.

Next morning. I hit the snooze. SEVERAL times. Rolled outta bed, slapped my hair in a pony tail (I was just gonna be a hot mess ANYWAY!) and stumbled out the door around 6. Drove to the place, looked around and thought "WHERE'S ALL THE PEOPLE AT?" That place was a ghost town. I could have slept AT LEAST another hour. Dammit! But I did manage to avoid the "long registration lines", get registered AND have time for selfies!

That's some hot ladies, right there!

And time for LOTS and LOTS of pictures. Apparently our costumes were quite the spectacle as people kept stopping us and asking to take our pictures. 

....It's really hard to be so good lookin'!

So. Now we had a TON of time to kill. Which was good since my friend was having a love affair with the Port A Pots...musta been all that water! Except we had to take that dang tu-tu off every time she went in. Then I had to help her get back in that sucker. Beauty is pain, folks.

Beauty is a pain in the butt, that is!

FINALLY, after all kinds of crazy hubaloo, the race is going to start! We did at least get to be at the front of the mob since we were there at the ass crack of dawn...so there was at least SOMETHING good outta that debacle... Bing, bang, boom, WE'RE OFF! At the steady pace of a turtle with hemorrhoids. People were passin' us left and right. But WHATEVER, we were pacing ourselves, dammit!

"Slow people to the right, please!"

We couldn't get anymore right. Believe THAT. I swear a lady running with her 2 year old passed us. And WHO in their right flippin' mind RUNS A 5K with a 2 year old any ole way?! But we just kept trucking along anyway.

And when we passed (severa;) places where we could seriously short-cut right on through and skip a BIG chunk of the race, we didn't. (Read: She wouldn't let me. What a meanie. Seriously. I tried. But NOOOOO! We are gonna run this WHOLE thing. Blah blah blah... Jerk.)

Half way point. Check! Thought we might have to detour to a smack down at this point. This dumb lady behind us (who was running with all FOUR of her kids) kept yelling at her tired kids to pick up the pace and stop complaining and quit asking for water. She deserved a good smacking. But I bit my tongue. Hard. And kept on truckin'. At the pace of a turtle. With hemmorhoids. (In case you forgot. Or missed that earlier.)

And then....an oasis appeared before my eyes...THE FINISH LINE! And my friend says, "Let's run it on in and finish strong!" and I say "Quit talking to me devil woman! You are lucky I even made it THIS far! Yea...you BETTER run! This lady is gonna have to kill you for making me do this dumb ole thing AND for not letting me cheat!"

Oh wait...I just was THINKING all that.

I actually said, "Oh lordy, kill me now...ok..." And we joined arms and ran that last 50 feet with all our might! YES! WE DID IT! WOO HOO! These two "curvy" ladies ran a WHOLE 5K! Well, we actually walked it. But we ran across the finish line. So SUCK IT!

Bottom line: We finished. And crossed "running a 5k" off of our bucket lists. And now I can retire "running" for good. Like it was meant to be.

I SURVIVED. THE END.

P.S. If you ever run a "color" run of any kind....a little advice: That dye gets EVERYWHERE. For real. I was washing it out of my butt crack for weeks. And my boobs looked they had been through a boxing match. And that, my friends, is no joke.

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Casa de Karaoke

Casa de Drama- A weekly summer recap in pictures 

In a surprising twist of fate, I find myself looking forward to summer break this year. Weird, I know! But nonetheless, here I am! To commemorate this (unexpected) feeling, I am kicking off this summer long series, where I will give you a glimpse into our daily lives through pictures and brief "recaps" of some of the funny things happening in this crazy zone we call home! 
Welcome to my Casa de Drama...




Well, this week was all around yucky. We all gotta have 'em sometimes right? So, as you probably know, when momma gets sick, the house goes to hell. 

Or is that just MY house??

The week started out ok....

Well, as ok as it gets when the kids get a little mischievous! 

<-------This is what I woke up to Monday morning!

Had a little friend next to my head on my pillow... hehehe! They really thought they would get me with this one! But who am I to disappoint? A fake scream was in order. Which resulted in much giggling from outside the bedroom door!
 
Little stinkers. 


But unfortunately for me, the fun was soon to end for the week. Momma got sick. The nasty, can't even move outta bed unless you are runnin' for el toilet (<--said in my BEST French accent. Which isn't really that good...) Bottom line: I spent two days on the throne and the kids ran amok. Basically. CHAOS. And I was too sick to care. Good news: I lost 10 pounds! Bad news: I was also to sick to take any pictures. Soooooo, I will have to distract you with these cutesy baby picture of Brennan instead!

Seriously Just. Too. Cute. Brennan and Kk 2010

 

And my favorite..."Yea, I got this sucker wrapped
around my finger. What are YOU gonna do about it?"

Ha- ha! Now that ya got the ooey gooey warm and fuzzy baby feeling, I can reel ya in! Oh wait...Did I say that out loud?! What I meant to say was...on with the week!

Thankfully by Thursday I was starting to feel (a little bit) better and could at least direct traffic from the couch. Unfortunately, Brennan thought the couch was her stomping ground. Or jumping to be more specific...

Me: Sit on the couch right or you will have to sit on the floor. Brennan: For the rest of my life??! 
Me: Yes. Forever. 
Brennan: And then you will starve me and I will die?!!

Would it be totally wrong for me to answer "yes" so she stops jumping on the couch? Ok. Ok. I won't. But I sure did think about it.

Huh. See what I mean about the house going all the hell when momma is otherwise disposed?! 

When the cat is away, the mice get to play. Or something like that. The hubs is a pushover. It DEFINITELY has NOTHING to do with me! *Insert innocent look here*

On that note, I didn't have ANYTHING to do with this craziness either *wink wink*

For your viewing pleasure....Brennan's music video debut!

What's up with the crazy lip sync faces?? Bwhahahaha....THIS GIRL is too much! She sure can rock out the one line she actually knows. A true karaoke queen. Just like her momma. And ignore the mess. I WAS sick all week, after all!

One last parting pic of Brennan
Playing in shaving cream at a party...Cheap fun!

And THAT my friends is a glimpse into our casa de karaoke, errr, I mean DRAMA! Ya'll come back now ya hear!

Be sure to catch up on all the Casa de Drama series by reading these previous posts:
Schools out! Schools out! Teacher let the fools out!
Camp Freedom
I'm gonna party like it's my birthday...oh wait.... IT IS!
Casa de Drama Americana

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