What happens if the dogs get out? H: I will say come here dogs L: come here dogs and get back in your cage (they don’t have gages) so we can talk
What about the ice cream man? L; we will get ice cream H: I ‘m going to get a Dora cone
What if you have no money? L: we won’t get ice cream H: but we have money downstairs.
Me: What are you going to do if you are outside playing and someone grabs you that you don’t know? H; you need to talk to mommy L; you look around at him and say there is a monster and scream and run
Me: What happens if you spill blueberries on your clothes? H: we only have to change. L: we get changed but the monster will see us if we get nudey and we run away.
Me: What happens when you get spanked? L: You get mad. And we say no no hit mommy H: me kick him, the monster I think you are confused. Me: No monster, no stranger but what happens when mommy or daddy spanks you? H: mommy gets a time out for spanking L: agreed
Me: What happens when you have a booger? H: blow our nose L: pick it with our finger H: nooo L: yes we do! Or snuff it back up this is a word for word conversation. I typed as i asked everything so I wouldn’t miss a beat. This made me laugh so hard inside that I think I will have conversations like this often. It also made me realize we need to have serious talks about such dangers more often. They are a little confused about how to handle certain things.
Man & Dog
I can’t get enough of this picture. It stimulates so many emotions. That’s all. I just want to share…
I’m thankful everyday for all that I have esp my family which includes my dogs.
Fertility Friday 26
OH Fertility Friday I hate your face. I had my annual obgyn appointment yesterday which is always fun especially when you lose your razor. Sorry doc! So as many of you know who follow FF, I’ve been seeing an acupuncturist and working towards fixing some body parts Chinese style. While I feel impressive and sleep much better it hasn’t been beneficial in the baby department.
My menstrual cycle is as whacked out as ever and my hormones are INSANE. We are going to continue to try and as Steve points out we need to have sex in order to make a baby, I just respond with, “yea yea we didn’t the first time.” I kid. I think we are going to have to have sex every day in order to hit that small teeny tiny window of ovulation should it appear but based on my monthly guest it is nonexistent.
While waiting, 50 minutes, for my appointment, I bumped into an old acquaintance. We would see each other from time to time at the fertility offices. She had a difficult time, not getting pregnant, but carrying the baby. One IVF and she was good to go. She was actually in the doctor’s office for a blood test; she was pregnant with number 4 and she wasn’t happy about it.
Now I remind myself all the time that my 2 little sweeties may be my only little sweeties and I feel fine with that. At least I thought I did. Someone who has gone through fertility treatments and issues should now how blessed she is; that goes for me and her. If you didn’t want more kids then don’t have sex, get tied, get snipped or use control. I don’t know why that got me, it’s really none of my business, but it really got me feeling low. Bottom line, I was jealous. And Steve feels it too.
So now we are back at the waiting game. I spent some time talking to the Dr, who I love, and she is running a series of blood work. Since what I described to her sounds more erratic then just your every day run of the mill pms she is checking all the various hormone levels as well as my thyroid. Knowing my history I’m entering menopause early. Fingers crossed for some good news. Either that or the irresponsible girl at church gets knocked up and wants to give it to me.
Who Says Damn-it?
So the girls made it pretty obvious that I need to watch my mouth more. It’s no secret that I love swear words. I’m like a sailor. Sometimes I say so many I start giggling like a school girl. It’s crazy but I feel better when in my head I call someone, “a flippity stinkity jerkhead” instead of just jerk. Let’s be clear none of those words spoken was what I wrote but you get the point.
I’m amazingly good, however, at keeping that potty mouth clean around kids and certain adults, clients, the clergy and so on. It’s funny because if you know me you expect it but if you don’t you are shocked at first because I look so sweet and innocent.
In my prime I had to put a quarter in a jar every time I swore and by the time the week (5 days mind you) was over we were able to buy a case of beer.
Anyway, I try to keep it clean around the kids but damn-it just doesn’t seem to want to stay in my head; it just flies out all the time. I truly thought I was getting better and trying to maintain a proper mouth but the following leads me to believe I am failing:
- Can I have a damn-it milk please
- Move damn-it dog
- Let’s read a damn-it book
- H, wanna go down the damn-it slide
- Damn-it door
- Hi damn-it
This was all in a matter of a half of an hour. They weren’t mad they were just saying it. They used it as an adverb, adjective, noun and everything else under the sun. The pros say to ignore them. I don’t. I tell them it’s an ugly word and Mommy is ugly when she says it also.
They sound cute saying it though and I do giggle; not in front of them of course. I will work harder at stopping. Maybe I should start another swear jar but that just might encourage me more. After all the price of beer has gone up…
Nice picture just before a take-down occurs…maybe this is what I should do to stop the damn-its!
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