The Devil Made Me Do It

This week has been a killer. As I sit here, dinner is finally in the oven and my monkeys are watching the quality programming of Wow Wow Wubzy, but unfortunately I look the same way I did after I returned from the gym at 7am (and I can pretty much guarantee when this is finally posted around 8pm I will still look like this). Yes, I am still in my nasty, gym clothes. I know, gross. I know, my poor husband. I know, my poor kids. Let's face it, I am definitely not ready for Miss America. But as I mentioned, this week has been a doozie, so don't I get a "no showering after the gym" pass?

It seems like the Devil himself rode in on a flame, laughed at me and made this week complete chaos. Outside of our normal drama of drop offs, pick ups, tennis lessons, volunteer meetings, etc., etc., etc., there were a slew of other non typical events to make for some crazy days. I will spare you the details of all my extra curricular chaos (as we are all busy Moms) but just imagine throwing in organizing and running a 50+ person luncheon...Mexican Fiesta style for example. Got it? I know you do.

The Devil also appears to have scooped up my sweet Bunny and FedExed back some look-alike trained to behave just like his spawn. Bunny really took my chaos to a whole new level this week. Do you ever have one of those whirlwind weeks where the days whip by and you can hardly keep track of where you have to be and when and then an unruly toddler tailspins you ta boot? And I should mention it all culminates tomorrow with "Devil Bunny's" 2nd birthday. That's right she is really ushering in those terrible twos with a ton of style. I give her a 10 just for the effort.

Before I take you on a tour of Bunny's chaos at work, I would like to share one of the brightest moments of my week. This was sent straight from a harp playin' angel- my first blog award! Yeah for me!!

I was given a Kreativ Blogger Award by Beth at Be Careful What You Wish For. Whelp, Beth read my mind, because I was wishing and I was careful (except for that one time in college after too many Natty Lites) and something good came my way in the midst of my crazy week! Hooray!! Beth, you are a peach and so are those 5 kids of yours! Your blog is a hoot and a half and everyone on the Internet should be reading it. Thank you, thank you for the award! I am so honored. I don't reveal too much about myself location wise, but since Beth is SO sweet I will disclose that we may in fact share the same love for the same World Series winning baseball team! Go Phillies! There. Now you might know my region. Bet y'all thought I was a southern belle. But alas no, just a cranky Yankee (yet NOT a Yankees fan for sure). But that's it, no more details. ;)

I think part of my acceptance speech for sed award is to rattle of 7 facts about myself. Hmmm...now this could be interesting. Ready?

1) I like to eat ice cream with milk poured on top the way you eat cereal.
2) I was a 1st grade teacher in my former (pre babies/SAHM) life. I do not miss it one ounce.
3) My husband and I are college sweethearts. There is no one I would rather be with at all times than my husband, but I don't think he knows how true that is.
4) I used to love coffee, now I need it. Cream no sugar. I would marry it.
5) I have a thing for Bloody Mary's- the hotter the better. I would leave coffee and run away with a Bloody.
6) My husband and I like to think of ourselves as French Onion soup connoisseurs. We try it anywhere they serve it and then "rate" it. We are still looking for the perfect crock.
7) I am a teeny bit superstitious. I eat pork and sauerkraut on New Year's Day, always knock on wood (even wood grain in the car) and pray that I can blow out all my candles in one puff.
8) (because I am a control freak and like things my way) The best day of the month is when my Real Simple magazine arrives.
9) (because my week was from the Devil and I love this story) My Dad put my childhood crocheted dog puppet, Pupsky in the pocket of his tuxedo on my wedding day. When I was little, my Dad would drive me to preschool and Pupsky would "talk" to me and let me know the day ahead would be great. Pupsky lives in the drawer of my nightstand now.

There you have it. Great huh?

OK, onto Bunny's week. Let's call it a "Week In Devilish Pictures", shall we?

First, and I don't have a photo of this, God help me, but Bunny can now vault herself in and out of her crib. Does this mean a move to the big girl bed? Good God, Sweetpea was just shy of 3 when she made the move! I'm not ready! Anyway, her pattern this week was: put her to bed, she jumps out and greets me downstairs, repeat, and repeat. At anywhere from 2:30-3:30am, Bunny arrives in our room and demands a hello. Back to the crib, repeat between 6:30am and 7:30am. Pfft. This is getting on my nerves.

I would also like to share that I may have performed the grossed mother trick outside of wiping snot off your kids nose and then smearing it down your pant leg (come on, we've all done it). I picked up Bunny's be quiet pop (lollipop to keep her quiet while I check out at the register) off the parking lot ground (ewww), licked it and gave it back to her. I know, gross. Grosser than me not showering? Maybe. But, way better than trying to entertain her when I am paying.

Anyway, onto the photo show-
Why can't she sit like this

all the time and watch this without moving

while I am in the kitchen trying to finish stuff like this

and these (cute huh?, I know, I'm super proud that I pulled them off)

Not to mention, who ever told her this was acceptable? And next to my beautiful Mac no less.

Or who would think it would be OK to do this

to your sister's slinky that the Easter Bunny just left in her basket no more than 5 days ago?

What would possess someone to do this to their eating area?

Oops, looks like she is having the same kind of week I'm having.

She must have dropped over when she noticed Bunny doing this


That was it, we went outside so she could do this

and this
In closing, I would like to say how stunned I am that she is going to be 2. She is my sweet little Bunny and even if she does crap like this


on my antique Oriental rug, I still adore her to pieces. Happy Birthday Bunny! I love you.