Hosting

So this morning I hosted my very first play date at the house. I was up until almost three cleaning and making muffins and everything turned out great! The kids had a blast! Three moms came and five additional kids were at the house. A lot canceled last minute due to sick kiddos so I'm actually kinda glad. Not that the kids were sick but that it wasn't super packed and overwhelming my first time. We had lots of goodies to snack on including the muffins I was up all night making. The kids played the first hour which I expected and then we moved on the the actual craft. Problems arose, but it was no big deal. It called for permanent markers which I got but, unfortunately they wouldn't write on the paint. They still turned out pretty cute.
Some of the um excitement so to say are listed below.
I was sitting in the play room and overheard a conversation between the other three moms about little boys with mohawks/faux hawks. So I listen quietly and have never been so offended in my life. Now mind you the lady who made the comment is the lead of the mom group who organizes everything. Conversation is as followed.
Lead: You know how you see all these little boys like two or three walking around with mohawks? (In my head yes I have one of "those" boys) They usually have a dad behind them who has one himself but purple or blue and is all greasy and the kid looks like he's not taken care of. You just know they are on welfare.
Other mom: something muffled.
So me being me goes and stand by the table and pretend I hadn't heard anything so they would bring me into the conversation and I could make sure I heard her correctly. Mind you I'm calming myself down so I don't pardon my language but bitch slap her. One mom then say I mentioned that if I had a little boy(She has one daughter) I would so give him a Mohawk. Lead again proceeds to give her opinion that all little boys with mohawks are in families on welfare. So me being me point blankly states well my son has a mohawk. Does it appear that I am on welfare. Lead immediately gets a look on her face. And the other moms instantly get quiet. Lead Yeah but you can't tell your son has one. I said not today but he does. Again does it appear that my son is not taken care of and that we are on welfare. She literally sat there with her mouth open. The other moms quickly change the subject. I'm quite offended and taken aback by her closed mindedness and judgment. I walk away and go play with all the kids before I get myself kicked out of the group that I am now questioning.
Leads son thought it would be cute to dump a candle down my bathroom sink. Why I have no idea. He took a small candle that was lit in the bathroom and dumped the wet wax all in the sink. His mom apologized, but it still had me thinking what kid does that? His mom which so happened to be the lady who organizes the meet ups and is the head of the group tried her best to clean it all up but I still ended up pouring boiling hot water down the sink. As if that incident wasn't bad enough, once everyone left and I was in the process of picking up all of the toys I went into my front living room which was off limits and found the kid's huge book basket completely emptied. That wasn't a huge deal. So I'm picking books up and I see wrapping paper. I then see a box without wrapping paper on it and then I see the contents of the box on the floor. I'm super pissed. It's Kailee's Christmas gift from my brother and his family is Japan, However, I couldn't find the actual gift. I found the box and the paper the company used to put on top of the gift itself, but not the actual gift. SO I look around the two couches under the love seat everywhere. Then I get the lovely job of texting the other mom's to see if their kids new anything about the gift being opened and missing. I knew my two didn't do it, because they knew better, but not only that because this particular gift Kailee brings to me on a daily basis asking if she can open it. I always say no and her argument please mom it's just a little one. So I knew she wouldn't dare open it. Plus, not to sound like one of those mine would never do that moms, but I just know my kids. I know they would never ever open a Christmas gift behind my back. Anyways, so I send out a text to immediately get a call from the head lady saying her kids admitted to opening the gift, but claim there was nothing in it. They said they opened it because they wanted to see what was inside and then when they didn't find anything inside they hit all the wrapping and stuff by the couch. I remained calm but on the inside was screaming WTH? I mean really? Who does that? Who goes to someone else s house and opens a gift from under their tree? Luckily I went back to the couch and found the little bag that contained the gift way under the couch. I was seriously upset.
Despite all that excitement I have to say the kids had fun and hosting wasn't a horrible experience. I'm still super upset by the leads comment and have already signed myself up for a mom's night in tonight that I am now dreading going to.


Just got up from a nice nap with my mohawk spotin' little boy and princess. Yes her comments are still stuck in my head. I have two hours before I'm due and the mom's night in party. Hope I can get it off before then.

Kailee-isms

Oh my little girl Kailee. The stuff you say and come up with just forever keeps me on my toes and fills my heart with laughter. You are so funny and way grown beyond your years. So Kailee was in the bathroom sitting on the floor going through one of my make up bags while I was getting ready to go out with Paul for our date night. This was an older make up bag that I keep mostly odds and ends in. I was finally finished getting ready and after she had already been applying make up told her ok time to go.

Kailee: I'm not ready to go I'm still trying to get pretty.
Me: Kailee you are pretty and besides make up doesn't make you pretty being a good person makes you pretty.
Kailee: Well mom I am being good.
Me: No I know you're being good I'm talking about being a good person.
A blank stare follows and I explain being a good person as in generous, caring, compassionate, friendly, and loyal.
Kailee: Oh mom it's just not in my world to be a good person. It's just in my world to be pretty. I only want to be more pretty than I already am.

Oh boy. I've created a monster. At least that's what Paul told me. LOL I couldn't help it. I busted out laughing at her and just said come on. I was actually at a loss for words. I mean at least I know what her priorities are... Why being pretty of course.

So as we are leaving out the door to take the kids to Ms Carole's Kailee asks Paul how she looks. Of course he told her beautiful. And in passing he tells me we are going to be in trouble when she gets bigger. I said Nah I'll just tell her boys are nasty. Kailee pipes back with a "Boys are not nasty mommy. Boys are fun." Paul and I again just exchange glances in disbelief. I again say no boys are gross. Remember that. "Mom boys are not gross they are fun." This time with a little more emphasis. For the second time I'm at a loss. What does she mean boys are fun? And remind me again why I had to have a girl? She then says "My brother Justin's a boy and he's tons of fun." Well as long as theonly boy she finds fun is her brother we should be ok. LOL. I know the following are all said in a four year old innocence, but I mean really. Where does this stuff come from.

Here's a few more examples of Kailee.

Me: Kailee are you excited for playgroup today.
Kailee: No.
Me: Why not?
Kailee: Cause I'm not.
Me: You're going to meet new kids and make new friends.
Kailee: Mommy what color will the kids be?
Me: What?
Kailee: Um what color are the kids at play group going to be?
Me: Does it matter?
Kailee: Well are they going to be all white like me?
Me: No not all of them. Why? Do they have to be?
Kailee: Well no. I'm just wondering?
Me: Why?
Kailee: Because I'm white. So I'm wondering if they are going to be white like me.
Me: Well some might be and some might be brown or black. Do you have a problem with that?
Kailee: DUH no mommy. I was just wondering.
Ok what in the world makes a four year old question the color of potential friends? Where does she come up with this stuff.

Then the other day she was moving her hands all around as if she was throwing up gang signs not that she has a clue what that is. I look at her funny and she says what? I'm talking with my hands. I said you mean signing. She then says no talking with my hands. I'm not signing that I want anything I'm having a conversation with my hands. Okay child whatever you say.

I tell you this little girl is funny. Pure funniness. For such a literal serious little girl she can throw out some whoppers.
I LOVE YOU K-BUG! I LOVE every little funny phrase and comment and word that comes out of your mouth.

I Love my Honey

Tonight was the oh so rare date night for Paul and I. We went out to celebrate my birthday. I had so much fun. Dropped the kids off at Ms. Carole's house around five and the kids did so well. Not a cry or wine out of them. They always do so good with her. They both just love her. Plus it helps she has three dogs, an awesome backyard, and tons for them to do. We went and ate at Chilies. Either I was super hungry or it was the best buffalo chicken salad ever. :) It was pretty darn good though. For our appetizer we had chips and salsa. I haven't had chips and salsa in forever. YUMMY. We got our cheesecake to go so we could make the movie in time. We ended up watching Brothers. I liked it but felt it was more of a renter than movie theater movie. I wont give too many details away. It was still good though. After a quick trip to Target we went and picked up our babies who to no surprise were wide awake. You could tell they were both super tired but waiting for us. Ms. Carole said they watched tons of movies and were awesome. She kept saying what well behaved children we have. Neither wanted to leave her house but somehow we managed to get them in the car. It was 11:30 by the time we got home and I quickly changed and cleaned them and in bed they went. But, first Kailee got to put her Christmas Disney Princess window clings one the back door. She loved it and was so excited. Both were out very quickly. I'm cleaning house like a mad lady and baking muffins for tomorrows play group. For some unknown reason I volunteered my home to make a Christmas ornament craft. So it's about 1:50 and I am still up and I still have all the mopping and vacuuming to do. It's going to be one long day tomorrow.