The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

In memory of David L. McLean June 2, 1948-June 7, 2011  November 1987  1990 Maine  At his daughter Jen's wedding David and daughter Jen at his 60th birthday The McLean siblings, Bill, Nancy, and David October 2006, Dave and Marilyn. Brothers at the beach 2010 Christmas 2010 David, father Lloyd, Brother Bill and sister Nancy At son Andrew's wedding with wife Marilyn, June 2011.  

Mornings have gotten a little crazy over here at the Jaffe household.  It usually starts around 5:30 maybe 6:00am, if I am lucky.  One of the children will wake up and instantly be starving.  Starving like they have not been fed for days.  Yelling for food like it might be their only meal of the day.  I, half awake, stumble down the stairs to see what delicious box of cereal   delicacy I can whip up in a quick hurry while tripping over the dog seven million times, because now he's starving too.  Doesn't matter that there is still some kibble from last nights meal in his bowl, this dog wants some fresh stuff. By this time the caffeine headache has set in and all I can think about is coffee.  That's usually when the other child will awaken from their slumber, screaming for food or a BABA! Now almost three quarters of a hour has gone by and I still have not managed to 1) pee and 2) get a coffee down...

My 4th of July post is lame but I am TOTALLY exhausted.  This late night partying is not for us old folks...or should I say anyone that has two little children to tend to in the morning.  This is a lesson that I just refuse to learn. LATE NIGHT PARTYING+EARLY RISING CHILDREN=HORRID NEXT DAY It was fun though.  Not often that both my siblings make it up to hang out with their big sister, even if Katie spent most of the night in my closet changing clothes...who the hell knows why.  This mornings fall out was horrific.  Dov is still recovering now...at 8pm. I am still picking up fireworks ALL OVER MY YARD. Here it is. 

Well as announced on Facebook already, we got a dog.  After a long and exhaustive search we found our dog on the last place I thought I would ever find a dog...Craigslist.  We went to all the local rescue leagues and mostly found that they have A TON of restrictions when it comes to adopting a pet.  On top of the 4 page application there are 2 professional references needed, all of the family needs to meet the dog, there needs to be mortgage statements and they want you to agree to all sorts of terms like puppy classes etc. which I get but holy cripes what happened to just getting a dog. Months went by and I had all but given up.  There were several close calls where we would see a dog on the website, call and drive to the shelter only to be 5 minutes late and the dog was already adopted or seeing a dog we loved and then having the adoption counselors tell us that the particular dog we liked would NOT be a good fit for our family. It was ...

On the chicken front things are looking much less cute these days.  Feathers are replacing fluff, clucking is replacing tweets, and they poop...a lot, and lay in it, and eat it, uggggg.  I wasn't really a fan of scrambled eggs before we got the chickens, probably because egg collecting was left to me as a child and I remembered the poop being stuck all over the eggs, but now it is because I know their diet consists of grain and their own dumps.  Sooooo if you want eggs you will know where to call 'cause I ain't eating them.  I'll buy the bleached ones from the grocery store....just kidding but ewww... for real people. You want to know what sucks more then poopy eggs...well do ya?  Painting.  The railing on the porch hadn't been painted in like years so the other day I started and you know whatever Shelly starts Dovey finishes.  Looks nice huh?  Too bad that's just the first half. There's the rest.  Yeah the porch is going to be ne...

This morning was supposed to be a great one.  Noah started his summer class and me and Bell were going to enjoy some girl time, planting some flower boxes, playing in the pool, and maybe even a cat nap.  After dropping Noah off I wanted to get a car wash so I drove to the closest one and got in line.  As I waited I look into the backseat to see if Bell was asleep.  Not a second after I look back she projectile vomits all over the place.  So much for a car wash. I fly home, gagging from the smell of rotten milk, yogurt and fruit that was the contents of Bella's breakfast.  Get her out of the car which means you are elbow deep in vomit.  Not the little baby formula kind but more like what a grown persons vomit looks like.  Run a bath and get her all clean.  Now it is time to tackle the car.  It is quite warm this morning so the smell is magnified.  Let me just say, the car seats today are a complete pain in the ass, both to put...

ME TOO! ME TOO!  Has become the mantra in the Jaffe household.  No matter what any one INDIVIDUAL person is doing, the rest of the family is all "ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!!!!!"  I hate it.  I expect it out of Noah, and he comes through quite often but who I didn't expect it from is my husband.  He comes in at a close second to Noah with the ME TOO's. "What are you doing?  I want to come!" "What are you eating?  Can I have some!" "Oh...can I have a sip of your drink?"  blah blah blah He doesn't always use the ME TOO but it is, in general, the same thing. I have seen instances were Noah will be in the living room watching T.V and he will hear me start unwrapping a teething cookie for Bella.  He will pause the movie, fly off the couch, start running into the kitchen, fall and smash his head on the floor, jump up and scream, "what are you crinkling, I hear a package!!! What is it?  ME TOO ME TOO!"  Most often it applies to...