Tick Tacs

This morning I was laying down the rules for the first day of summer. The kids were hearing all about how they were not going to spend the summer bickering, blah, blah, blah, when I thoughtlessly leaned over to pull something out of Sadie's hair that I saw. It didn't come out. It was a tick. Eeewwww.
I took a deep breath, immediately started itching everywhere, and calmly called the dr's office to find out the best way to remove the little vampire.
They said they would get back to me.  (EEEwwwwwww!)
I got online and started searching and we finally came to the conclusion I was just going to have to pull it out with tweezers. There are probably many moms out there who have done this plenty of times and it isn't a big deal, (EWWW!!!!), but to me, it is. Still I remained calm for my crying child, who had to be informed of the situation.
I called her dad and he talked her in to letting me pull it out. (Yes, she had to be talked in to it. Understandably, it freaked her out.)
I yanked it out. It started crawling away, landed on my hand, I did a screechy girl dance, and it got lost on the kitchen floor. (EEWWWAAARRGGH!)
The tick was found and is now living in a plastic bag in my back yard. I am still trying to figure out what to do with it.
Sean told Sadie if she let me pull the thing out she could choose a treat for us to get her. Her choice; tic tacs.

I Fear You Have Too Much Time On Your Hands

Sadie woke us up in the middle of the night to let us know that she suddenly had an extreme fear of pirates. Ok, I can understand that. The pirate image is pretty intimidating.
The next morning I sat her down and explained what a pirate is in modern times and that unless she planned on being on a boat in the middle of the ocean, she is probably not going to come across one.
Later that day she came to me with another extreme fear that she needed to discuss. Air ducts. She never wants to crawl through one.

Thank You, Soldiers!

We are so very grateful for the men and women who serve our country every day. We are also grateful for their families who let them go. What a blessing it is to live in this country.
Today we are happy to celebrate Memorial Day by taking time to remember what their sacrifice has meant for so many. Thank you, Soldiers!

They Just Need a Good Washing

I have been sick for the last two months. Luckily, after a ton of co-pays and a lot of trial and error, we are starting to figure out how I can feel better. As I am figuring out a new diet and what my body can handle, I still occasionally have reactions that come with a few different symptoms and send me back to bed.
Yesterday was one of those days. Brady found me in bed and said,
"Mom, your eyes are dirty. They are all black around them. (Dark circles) What you need to do is take them out and stick them in the washing machine. That will make them all better."

Yeah, you know the circles are bad when your three year old notices them and wants to scrub them off.

I'm Seeing a Pattern Here

Me: "Brady, please clean up this mess you made."
Brady: "Mom! Why haven't you cleaned up this mess I made?"

Too Old for Spanking

This morning Sadie declared;
"Mom, I will be 7 in 4 months. I am too old for spanking. Your only choice now is to send me to my room. I don't mind much though, because my favorite toy is in my room. My favorite toy is my mind, so you can't even take that away. I love to think."

A Trait of the "Y" Chromosome

Me: "Brady, please pick up this big mess you just made."
Brady: "Sorry, I don't know how. I am a brother."