7.14.2010

{Ariel Jr.}

Little Miss Ashleigh is obsessed with a certain Disney Princess-----ARIEL.

Everything she does, she does "Just like Ariel". I'm told this 100 times a day. "Look mom! Just like ARIEL does!" as she's "brushing" her hair or whatever else she can think of that "ariel does". Luckily, she hasn't tried using a fork yet...at least not that I've seen. Heaven forbid she tries. With that mop we call hair it'd FOR SURE get stuck and we'd have to shave her head to get it out. *crossing fingers* she doesn't try it.
We've watched The Little Mermaid 4 times just today and she has been wearing this green halter dress for three days straight. I know I'm the mom, and I can choose what they watch and blah blah blah.

So I'm an enabler. So what? :)

I have to admit, it's really cute. And I love the music in the movie, so we sing and dance along to the different scenes. Can I tell you how humorous it is to over-hear three 3 year olds trying to sing the famous "ahh-ahh-ahhhhh, ah ah ahhh -ahh ahhhhh" part? It sounds akin to three corpses who've come back to life. But it's really cute. And I think it's helping them hone their pitch and singing skills. I'm ALL for that!
So I walk out of the kitchen to sing my favorite part with them (when she rescues Eric from the shipwreck and she's out in the water, sitting on a rock singing about her longing to be "where the people are" and the dramatically timed wave bursts up behind her. You know what part I'm talkin' about!) and I see Ashleigh on her little green folding chair like this (note the TV screen in the background):


"Part of yourrrrr......WOOOOOORRRRRRRLLLLLLD!"
The chair is her "rock" and she dramatically throws her head back right on cue with the waves. HAAAAA! I had to run get my camera, it was just too funny. She is such a drama queen. And she is convinced that she lives in the castle that they show at the beginning of every Disney show. She is going to flip when we someday make it to Disneyland. In fact she may pass out with overwhelming emotions. {referencing her dramatic ways} :)
Personally, I think all Disney shows are too scary for kids. There is a part in all of them that the girls cry about it being "too scary" and they run and hide. I mean, have you seen Ursula? She's freaky. (Katy, I always think of Lucy when I just say 'Ursula'. That probably sounds terrible to people who don't know what I'm talking about, hahaha!!!)
Anyways, Disney=Drama. It drives me crazy. But I guess they have to make stuff that the adults enjoy too. Oh well. I will enjoy my children's innocence and princess-obsessions for as long as I can. Because I know, all too soon, that will be gone and replaced by other things.....I don't want to talk about it. I'm in denial that my girls will ever grow up to be teenagers.....

7.01.2010

Goin' in the TRASH!

I wish my garbage bags were as glamorous as these:
....but then again, you are literally throwing your money in the trash.
(They are cute, none-the-less.)




Anyways, this post is not about cute garbage bags.




It's about reaching a breaking point.




This is what I deal with on a daily, or even hourly basis:


No, no. A tornado did NOT pass through here, despite the tipped over toys and chairs and miscellaneous items strewn about.
This is AFTER Jordyn put all the books and some of the toys away. Yes, this is after a good amount of cleaning.
On any given day, we will spend a good 30-40 minutes cleaning up their mess, only to have it destroyed again a couple hours later. I've tried explaining when they are done with one toy, to put it away before getting out another.
No. That would make too much sense, mom.
And instead of changing clothes 50 times a day, just get dressed ONCE, maybe TWICE if you get your clothes dirty.
And Ash, why don't you try to wear ONE layer of clothes instead of two tops, a tutu, leggings, legwarmers AND socks.....just to change again 7 minutes later. But I hate to stifle your individuality. Oh wait, YOU'RE THREE! Grr.
Can you tell I'm a little peeved?
Yesterday, I had had it with asking, begging, pleading and bribing my girls to clean up. So I said, "Fine. You don't clean them up? I will just throw them all away."
I proceeded to get a garbage bag and approached Avery, who was playing with a MagnaDoodle toy instead of cleaning, "Hand it over!"
She looks at me, sticks her bottom lip out, and in a pouty voice she says, "O-kay..."
She then starts picking up a few toys and putting them in the garbage bag.
I'm trying not to laugh, but I say to her, "Avery, you know that these toys are going in the garbage, right? You will NEVER see them again. They will be GONE Forever!"
She musters a sad, "mmhmm"
So I asked her, "Avery, why do you want to throw your toys away?"
Without skipping a beat she says,
"Cuz I don't want to clean them!"
...........
SHE WOULD RATHER THROW HER TOYS AWAY THEN CLEAN THEM UP!!!!!
I was dying. Then I decided that I was rewarding her by letting her throw her toys away. Now I'm back to square one and I'm still left with a messy playroom.
I need a large Mountain Dew. Or six.....