Emma's Under The WHAT?

That is what I screamed the other day when I walked into the apartment to find Kevin trying to coax someone or something from under the couch. Apparently he and the girls were picking up toys and Emma saw that there was a little people girl waaaaayyy back under the couch. Being the type of girl she is (aka. NUTS!) she decided to crawl under the couch and get it. It seems that if she pushes herself into the floor, turns her head to the side and scoots on her tummy she can get under. As I stood there and watched Emma scooted back out from under the couch, prize in hand. Oh my god.

Everyday it become more apparent to me that my middle daughter is either going to 1) join the circus, or 2) become a female stunt artist. Or perhaps she'll just be a stunt artist for the circus. Whatever. All I know is that whether it's nose diving off the couch onto (hopefully) a pile of cushions on the floor or shimmying her way up the cupboards I never now what she will do next. Honestly, sometimes I don't want to know. LOL.

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

We have been having issues with Ellie telling the truth lately. She will sneak into my bedroom and take something, then lie about it when I ask her if she took it. She's taken my wedding rings, nail polish, money, etc. Or she will get something out of the kitchen and put it in her backpack. The other day I came into the room and she said to me, "Mama, I only have toys in my backpack." When she initiates something like that I KNOW she's not telling me the truth. Sure enough, she had no toys in her bag. What she did have, however, was an entire sleeve of Thin Mint cookies. Huh.

Then last week things hit the ceiling. Ellie came home from school about 1.5 weeks ago with a toy bracelet which she said my dad had given her. I believed that because he will often give the girls little trinkets. The following week, however, she came home with a play phone and a pair of little girl sunglasses. Again, she said dad gave them to her. This time I wasn't buying it. Without Ellie knowing I called dad who confirmed my suspicions. I then asked Ellie what Grandpa would say if I called him and asked if he had given Ellie a gift. She said he'd say NO. I asked where she got them. Apparently she took them from a girl at her school. Great.

Needless to say this discovery was followed by punishment, a call to the school, and a plan on how to give the stuff back. We decided that since Ellie used another girls toys she would give that little girl some of her toys to play with for a few days in return. The teachers and the parent of the girl were all very understanding. I am hoping that Ellie learned her lesson.

Since the incident at the school Ellie has not told me any more lies. I am keeping my fingers crossed that she really did learn her lesson. According to my mom I started to lie about the same age. However, as that story goes, when asked why I lied I quoted a song with the lyrics "Tell Me Lies Tell Me Sweet Little Lies." Apparently I looked at my mom and said "The song TOLD me to lie."...and I fully believed that. LOL. As far as I know Ellie has never heard that song......

The Squeaky-Squeaks

This post is not about my kids, but rather something that has been aiding in my lack of sleep. I currently live on the second floor of an apartment complex. The people above us have never been quiet. In fact, they are often very, very loud. I am not sure what their young boy does up there but I am pretty sure he is training to be a heavyweight or something. Anyways, they have recently added a new noise to their bangs and booms. About 5 nights a week, always around 4:00am, I am awakened by the Squeaky Squeaks. Yes, that's right. Every night. Of course their master bedroom is right above ours so I'm not shocked that I've been hearing things. But it's almost every night...and almost always in the early morning hours. Last night, as I was listening to their, um, sounds, a couple of things cross my mind...

1) 4am?? If Kev even tried to touch me at 4am he'd get socked

2) 5 times a week??? Are you KIDDING??

3) I'm tired. I wish they would stop.

Soooo...that's what I am dealing with right now. As though it's not bad enough having Kev's snoring and three kids wake me up 20-30 times a night, I now have that as well.

Some "OMG" Moments

In my household there is no shortage of OMG moments. You know, those select events that make you laugh and cry at the same time while your mouth hangs open and steam comes from your ears. Here are a few:

1) Ellie thought she would be funny the other day when we told her to go to her room. She hid under the bathroom sink until I was in tears thinking she had gone out the apartment. Then she came out, walked up to me and said, "Mommy I made funny joke." Ug!

2) The girls got into our bedroom and took my rings. Kevin found all of them except my wedding band, which Ellie claimed to have put in her "secret hiding spot." After about 1 1/2 hours of searching we figured out that her hiding spot is under the couch cushion. At least I got my ring back.

3) I put Elana in her bouncy seat and went to the fridge to get a pop. I came back literally 15 seconds later and there she was, out of her seat, on her stomach and about 1.5 feet away. I think she was trying to swim or something on the carpet.

4) Emma can now get out of her crib. Lucky us. I woke up the other night and screamed at the top of my lungs. There, in the dark, was Emma on the side of my bed with her blankie over her head like a little Casper. Staring at me.

5) The girls have figured out that when the faucet in the bathroom goes on they are going to get into trouble. Now if they want to play with water they just get it from the toilet. Lovely.

6) Ellie and Emma got into Elana's room where I was storing 7 bins of clothes that I was sorting. They dumped them all over the floor. Nothing left in the bins. Guess I need to start sorting again.

Well...that's what happened in my house this past week. Fun Fun Fun!!! LOL. :D