Strange little creatures

My kids are weird.  It's really that simple, they are bizarre.  Cubs really likes to wear his shoes on the wrong feet and he'll put on a tie any chance he's given.  This morning while drinking my coffee and checking my email he showed up in the kitchen in just his undies...not too abnormal really, but when he reappeared 5 or six more times and had different undies on each time (no wonder I am NEVER caught up on laundry!), I decided I needed to investigate.  I wandered to the playroom where I discovered Bug also in undies, along with sparkly shoes and her Rapunzel hat.( It's a crocheted beanie with yarn braids attached.)  Apparently they were having a 'pool party', the pool being blankets and bean bags piled up-thankfully no water was actually involved!!
    I am glad they  have such good imaginations, but this is really just a mild example.  Everyday it's some new adventure.  Lately the favorites are of course, Cake Boss-Caleb's all time favorite, and also Next Iron Chef.  When Cup-Cake Boss is on the loose in my house I have a pint-sized 'Buddy', complete with New Jersey accent and an extra dose of drama.  Today over lunch we had our own episode of Iron Chef.  I was questioned by both kids 'what I put into the dish today?', and was obligated to explain-in detail-how I prepared their Mac'n'Cheese.  Apparently I did a stellar job because it was a unanimous decision that I would, in fact, be the next iron chef!  Yay for me!!
Bug is always a princess of some sort, usually Cinderella or Rapunzel, but always with a high-pitched voice wandering and looking for her cowboy to marry.  If Cub refuses to be the cowboy then Papa is asked, and if all else fails, she'll ask me.  We then stand, facing each other holding hands and end up dancing to whatever may be playing on the radio.  She is undoubtedly my girly-girl, but has an odd quirky-ness that always catches me by surprise.  For example, she likes to have company in the bathroom (which explains why she often joins me and literally pulls up a chair to chat-no privacy, ever.).  The other day while waiting for her to 'do her business' in the restroom at Freddie's I inquired whether or not she was finished.  Wrong idea.  Her response: 'Not yet Momma, I already let out the two baby poo's, and the momma poo, but the daddy one doesn't want to come out.  He likes my belly and I think he wants to live there forever.' !!!!!!! WHAAAT?!?!  Where does this stuff come from??  I swear I heard someone snicker a few stalls down.  In the days since I have been privy (hee hee) to the continuing saga of the poo family and their 'movements'! haha. oh man, I'm disgusting and I crack myself up. 
  Woo is just now coming into her own, and with two older siblings with such active, healthy(and just plain weird imaginations)  I really have no idea what she'll end up being like.  She definitely already has her own little sense of humor and imagination!

Insight to my insanity...

So, I'm gonna try this whole 'blog' thing.  I thought about doing it a few times before but then got distracted......what, me get distracted?  (I blame it on the kids, but I think I just tend to have a really short attention span.)  Most of my days I am surrounded by the three munchkins and rarely anyone who is taller than 4 feet.  My conversations are short, full of small words and often are spoken in a 'princess' voice.  During nap time or during 'quiet/book time' for the older two, I find myself talking to myself, chronicling the days events and making little comments and jokes...all to myself-usually while sweeping up the dropped and crushed cheerios and wiping spilled raviolis off the counter.  I even comment back and reply to my little stories in my head.  In my little imaginary mommy-land, I am quite popular, and beautiful, and perfect, and funny and successful in all I do.  I wake up with perfect hair, make-up applied and have the most well behaved and quiet kids in the universe.  Yes, I have a very active imagination as well. ;-)
  I know that I am not the only Mom out there with dreams of clean laundry, no dishes and quiet children.  And I know I am not the only one who blogs about the misadventures of the day, but I think this may just be an outlet for me to laugh, cry and share my everyday struggles and victories.   Even if nobody reads these, I'll feel like I've accomplished something just for me-besides, like I already mentioned-in my imaginary dream world I'm already popular!  So here's to making it through the day......whatever it may bring.  :-o