Baby Break Down

Stranger things have happened . . .

Nothing short of a miracle at the Kuhlwein household: a cake in the oven, a clean kitchen (okay, not the floor), sisters playing in the tupperware drawer, and the boys reading quietly together. No, not a typo, they really were reading for a full five minutes without fighting or getting into trouble. Ahh, the little things . . .

My mouth is on FIRE!

Fact: We eat pizza every Friday unless we are out of town or something and then it gets moved to another day of the week but we ALWAYS have pizza one night per week, usually Friday.
Fact: My pizzas are good. We don't branch out much with toppings, but if Papa Murphy's wasn't coming to town, we'd be opening a Brother Barron's.
Fact: Jason loves Mountain Mike's pizza and would like me to find a "zesty" marinara.
Fact: I tried an experiment tonight.
Fact: I added too many peppers to the sauce.
Fact: Ice cream was necessary directly after dinner to cool the burn.
Fact: I will probably only make zesty sauce once in awhile and then, I will probably only add 1/4 of the peppers.
Fact: This would be a good sauce for people you don't want to come to dinner again.

If Money is the root of all evil . . . .

Then Sugar is the way to save the world. I have a theory, and while everyone may not necessarily agree (okay, the mass majority of dietiticans and health food whackos) but sugar is the way to a healthy, happy life. Take the kids. Having a bad day? Blake just stole your sippy and hid it under his bed? Feel like crying? Have some sugar! Or, is it time for a baby breakdown? Life is just a little too hard for someone that is almost one? A bite of muffin does the trick! And, as many know, the secret to potty training, M's! I really believe in sugar. I mean, I doubt Dad could get through a day if he didn't eat half a carton of ice cream nightly. I know I would probably starve to death if we didn't make cookies 4+ times per week. It just seems like everyone tries to give sweets a bad name . . . but if you limit your diet to ONLY sugar . . . I don't see what the problem is???

Who am I?

1. I like to smile serenely whenever Ryan does something naughty.
2. I carry a few LESS pounds than my shorter counterpart.
3. I have what some may call a problem with sugar, I like to think of it as a conissouer with no discretion.
4. I can pretty much count to ten, give or take a few numbers.
5. I mostly make it to the potty, but sometimes I don't, especially if I feel like my is having an easy day.
6. I am not a mean car, even though I am not very nice to Ryan.
7. I like movies, at least I really like to turn them on, then change my mind, then do another one, then change my mind, then do another one - you get the picture. Yet another one of my high-jinks to make sure mom doesn't have a boring day!
8. Everyday I want to go park, and mostly Mom says, "In a little bit." Anyone know how long a "little bit" is?
9. I have mastered the art of scapegoating . . . Never get in trouble again when you can blame someone else!
10. Okay, I hope you have figured it out, my big name is Blake Joseph Kuhlwein, I am going to be 3, and I am one crazy man!

Emergency Warning

Do not turn your back on toddlers or toddlers in training. This is serious. An incident happened today that could happen to you if you do not take this with the serverity it deserves. Lotion clogs toliets. And drains. And should not be ingested. And, although Ryan has dry skin, sucks when it gets all over little men. This is not a joke. I repeat, I am not laughing. Okay, I am, because who wouldn't when their toilet is FULL of lotion? And thier bathtub is covered. And the Sister's is rubbing it all over her face? Good thing it is alcohol-free lotion right?

Money, money, money

As in token money, as in Chuckee Cheese or in this case Funland of Turlock, CA. I took the kids there today with some friends and lo and behold, Blake wanted mom to "hug you", therefore Ryan wanted me and used real tears as coercion, and Sister's just always wants the "Ma Ma Ma". Sounds like a blast right? Solution? Gives the kids some money because that buys happiness right? Blake must have rode the Car about 12 times, over and over, "money, please", "Ank you". And once the ring leader signs off on the adventure, the other two follow suit. It ended up being really fun and now everyone (except Sisters, of course!) is taking a baby nap! (Okay, Ryan is napping and Blake is watching Cars, but close enough) Wait, I think Ryan is scratching at the door . . . wait, just joking, that was my darling son moving the chair and stealing a cookie!

Not tree huggers, adventurous tree explorers!

This was not Sisters first choice for before dinner activities

Costco problems

Does anyone else go to Costco weekly? I am thinking we may need to start a help group because we have become Costco addicts. It started as a cheap date . . . food and shopping! . . . and we would always get a few things in our cart, hit each sample booth twice (Jason goes once and gets two while I covertly hide around the corner, then it is my turn - this has only backfired once, and I literally got my hand slapped by the old lady sample hander-outer - but that's another story), then head to the front only to be put out by the long lines and go put our stuff back saying "we'll get it next time" So, you can see we used to SAVE money at Costco. Hah! No more! Now we are weekly card carrying holders of the spend a lot for not much club. This is an example of our situation: We are driving towards Turlock, Black says, "Going get samples?" or we randomly say the word Costco in our house and Blake heads for the door, "Okay, I go get samples." I think it can be surmised that we pretty much just need to get a life, but what other place is loud enough to take 3 kids?