We are going to be late.

You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...

Let me preface this post by saying that I am currently dying from the plague suffering diseased contracted  have a cold and drinking a hot toddy with whiskey in it. Who knows what I'll say. But seriously....let's talk. The Dudes need to be potty trained. I wasn't planning to do it until high school. I was secretly hoping they would just do it themselves. That I would wake up one morning and it would be done. That's not happening. Ugh....great. But, it's going to have to be done. They keep coming and telling me when they need a new diaper and whether they went pee or poop. They are even telling their teachers at Mother's Day Out. In all seriousness I think I have PTSD from potty training Diva. That was a horrible experience. Completely my fault. I tried to force her a week after she turned 2 to using a potty. She wasn't ready and 3 years later she was still peeing in her pants. At least she got the pooping thing quickly. My mother had convinced me that a...

Happy Wednesday! I'm just going to give you a minute to take this in... She thought she was hot stuff this morning. She even insisted that I take a picture and send to her Aunt Betsy this morning. She was sure Aunt Betsy would LOVE her outfit. Shirt: Wal Mart Shorts: Target Tights: Target (a gift from Aunt Betsy. I think she is rethinking that gift now). She left the house wearing purple and grey Nikes and a bright pink jacket with lime green lining. She was quiet a vision. I can only imagine what her teacher thinks of all these crazy outfits.

Whew! Nov. 4th isn't to late to talk about Halloween, is it? Whatever. The title of my blog is not an accident. Last week was rough y'all. No joke. But, my little trick or treaters were adorable and I have to share. See? Adorable. Diva was obviously Belle. Her most favorite of all princesses. She started talking about being Belle last year on Halloween.  The Dudes aren't really old enough to have an opinion about what their costume was. I had a hard time finding a costume that I felt they could wear to Mother's Day Out and  for Halloween. I chose doctor's. I found some tiny little scrubs and some tiny little lab coats. I then took the tiny little scrubs and tiny little lab coats and had McDreamy and McSteamy embroidered on them. Cheese ball I know. But, I did it. And it was cute. We almost missed Halloween. I was so sad that my little people might miss out on trick or treating. We have had a long run of really good health. That was until last week. It started...