Toddler Talk Thursday & Day 131. 234 Days Left.

It’s no surprise kids’ say the funniest things, and what comes out of the mouth’s of toddlers is often hysterical and sometimes downright pee your pants funny! When what they say isn’t humorous, their words can melt your heart. To help make sure I never forget these little toddler quips and because they make me smile, I have decided to share them in a weekly post called “Toddler Talk Thursday.”

Naptime…

Mommy: ”Addison, Jackson it is time to get ready for a nap. Come on Addison, go potty and get in bed.”

Addison: “But mommy I am still so hungry.”

Mommy: “Come on Addison, it's nap time.”

Addison: “But I AM so starving!” one of her favorite ways to delay a nap

Mommy: “How can you be so starving? You had a bowl of cereal, two pancakes, two pieces of bacon, a bowl of grapes & blueberries and two cups of chocolate milk; there is no way you are hungry.”

Addison: “Fine. I’m not so hungry but my butt is!”

Mommy: “Well your butt will just have to get in bed and stay hungry.”

Little smart ass

What are your toddlers saying?
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Day 131 of pictures
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Toddler Talk Thursday & Day 130. 235 Days Left.

It’s no surprise kids’ say the funniest things, and what comes out of the mouth’s of toddlers is often hysterical and sometimes downright pee your pants funny! When what they say isn’t humorous, their words can melt your heart. To help make sure I never forget these little toddler quips and because they make me smile, I have decided to share them in a weekly post called “Toddler Talk Thursday.”

While attempting to get ready for today’s playdate…

Mommy: ”Addison it's time to get dressed; the boys will be here soon.” I am sure you all have seen enough pictures of Addison and are aware she ONLY wears clothes when necessary… meaning: when we leave the house.

Addison: “No. I am not wearing clothes! I want to stay so naked!”

Mommy: “Come on Addison." my long exhausted mommy whine
"Please don’t do this. Let’s get dressed.”

Addison: “No! I don’t need clothes.”

Mommy: “Yes Addison, you have to wear clothes when we have company. The boys don’t want to see you so naked.”

Addison: “Yes! Yes they do! The boys will like me so naked.”

Mommy: "That’s just great Addison… Sure daddy will love to hear that. Why don’t you let me get through one phase at a time."

Boys. Naked. Bad!

What are your toddlers saying?
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Day 130
The playdate- notice she is wearing clothes

The place I call home & Day 129. 236 Days Left.

What the sign should read…

THE AMAZON

Be advised: at some point, you will find any if not all of the following in your home...

Spiders:
Golden Orb: commonly refereed to as banana spiders. Call them what you will but I like to refer to them as fuckingsonofabitchwhorefaced spiders.

Jumping wolf: which litter the outside of our building. And as the name implies, they jump!

Common house spiders: they drop down from light fixtures, microwaves or the kitchen cabinets for a friendly morning visit. No thank you! I like to have my coffee uninterrupted.

Some big ass gold spider: or as the hubby calls them the night spider. These bad boys seem to only make their webs at night and often surprise me in my car (they are not small).

Your daddy (sometimes granddaddy depending on size) long legs: YUCK! Typically found where it is dark and cozy or just about anywhere in my house(they like to keep us Sankeys on our toes). Towel cabinets, behind the kid’s bathroom trash can, along side the washer dryer, the kids bathtub, behind Addison's stuffed animals, the sink, the elevator... get the point.

Lizards:
curly tails: these guys are kinda cute. At a distance. A very far distance.

Knight anole: the problem with these are they bite and Jackson loves chasing them. Ugh!

Skinks: have you seen a skink? They are not pretty and surely you would not want one in your house. Go ahead Google them.

Snakes: we have a wonderful variety of snakes that also like to make their way into homes. Thankfully for me, I am on the fourth floor… no snakes in my house (whish I could say the same of spiders). However, a neighbor, not so lucky, receiving regular visits from all the above.

Mosquitoes: commonly mistaken for helicopters. They are that giant. These disgusting disease spreading pests find their way into the house and gorge themselves on my family; all night. They are kind enough to invite the whole mosquito community inside for a Free buffet of ALL YOU CAN EAT: babies, dogs, cats and two very unsuspecting and plump slabs of sleeping meat. Jackson by far fairs the worse. He looks as though he has some form of mutant chickenpox. Poor guy. No deet for the kiddos and skin so soft, why yes, my children do have exceptionally soft skin but are still covered in red bumps.

So if you fear any of the above (as I) I suggest stay out of the jungle otherwise known as Coral Springs. Wonder why I never got the memo?
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Day 129
sand & water table
first day of play... hours of entertainment

second day of play... holy mess
You can't tell from the picture but there isn't any sand left in the table

third day of play... water table only

Something to Blog about & Day 128. 237 Days Left

I have made it a year. The first year is celebrated with paper, right? Doesn’t seem appropriate… instead how about my first lame blog post Surviving Motherhood:100 ways you know you are a mom.

I am not sure what I expected, if anything. After all, I rarely follow through with anything. Addison can certainly attest to that… I think I was mostly hoping for something bigger to do with my spare time along with somewhere to deflect my rants away from the children and a very exhausted hubby or, better yet, hoping to give you all a glimpse into my chaotic life as a stay-at-home mom. With a load of encouragement from friends, children patiently waiting to be fed or bathed and support from the hubby, I was able to commit to this little blog.

In the past year we have celebrated birth stories, birthday celebrations, baby’s firsts, anniversaries, hilarious toddler conversations and moments; you have read about my struggles with motherhood, bad mommy confessions, my biggest fears, terrifying moments and the life changing ones, along with a shit load of rants. All from the comfort of home.

You have made me realize, there really is nothing bigger than what I am already doing; loving my husband, loving my children, finding a creative outlet to keep me sane so I can do it all over again tomorrow. This has been an amazing year and I thank you all so much for taking the journey with me and helping me to find that there is a place in this enormous bloggyverse for even me. I have truly cherished this experience.
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Toddler Talk Thursday

It’s no surprise kids’ say the funniest things, and what comes out of the mouth’s of toddlers is often hysterical and sometimes downright pee your pants funny! When what they say isn’t humorous, their words can melt your heart. To help make sure I never forget these little toddler quips and because they make me smile, I have decided to share them in a weekly post called “Toddler Talk Thursday.”

Addison: "Mommy will you go get Mr. Pickle Pants?"

Mommy: "You mean Mr. Prickle Pants."

Addison: "No his name is Mr. Pickle Pants!"

Mommy: "No pumpkin, it is Prickle Pants."

Addison: "Call him Mr. Pickle Pants! That's his name!"

Mommy: "Why do you think his name is Mr. Pickle Pants?"

Addison: "Because he has a Pickle in his pants."

And there it is...

But really his name is Mr. Prickle Pants

not so sure that is any better.
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Day 128 of pictures
Bubbles... always fun!

Friends with benefits & Day 127. 238 Days left.

What a wonderful few days we have had!

Friday and Saturday my bestie was in town with her adorable man baby. We spent a few hours together on Friday and the entire afternoon Saturday. It is amazing, though we are so many miles apart, the moment we are together, we pick up exactly where we left off.

Two perfect days... but there is a shadow on those otherwise perfect days; yet again, I have to say goodbye to my bestie. She is my life-long friend and will always be a strong presence in my life, no matter the number of miles between us.


Today, I had a friend over with her two boys (come to find out they are the same age as my kiddos) for a playdate. I very much enjoyed myself... watching our children play and catching up after more than 18 years. Amazing!

Days like these make me realize how lucky I am to have met the women that I have met. These incredible women who have made me realize how remarkable we truly are, women who are mothers, who love themselves and love their kids (even on the bad days!), women that have supported themselves, their husbands, their children and their friends.

It is so important (especially with the isolation that is a part of being a stay-at-home mom) that I surround myself with women who rally around me, help me and support me. They are the reason I have not gone entirely insane.

Thank you ladies. I cherish you all.

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Day 127 of pictures
Bubbles and Tutus

and golf

Day 126. 239 Days Left: The big screen

We decided to take the kiddos to their very first movie... Cars 2.
I stocked the diaper bag with all sorts of goodies, m&m's, twizzlers, gummy bears, cookies and "fizz" (raspberry sparkling water).

They gorged themselves on popcorn and sweets. They were amazing.

Jackson feel asleep a little more than halfway through.

But woke up just in time for some cotton candy.

What a wonderfully fun afternoon and hopefully something Addison will remember.

How old were your little ones before taking them to see their first big screen movie? How did they do?

I was amazed by how well Addison and Jackson did. My kids are awesome!

Speechless... I have no speech & Day 125. 240 Days Left.

Have I mentioned I hate grocery shopping?

No?

Well, I will elaborate…

We went to the supermarket late last night. When I say late I mean 8:30pm. In this house that is late. After 5pm my precious little kiddos morph into pure hellions.

We had our list. I mapped out the store and the isle I needed to get down. I was loaded with sippy cups, snacks and treats. First stop, as always, the bakery. This allows me exactly five-ten minutes of uninterrupted shopping. Well, with the exception of last night... So much for five-ten minutes. Addison ate the cookie as though she was being starved and Jackson, he threw it at me.

Five minutes into shopping, Addison asks are we done yet. No Addison we just started. Repeat 50 more times. Jackson begins kicking and screaming so the hubby takes him out of the cart. While making our way around the store, we take turns passing a 30 pound toddler back and forth. Meanwhile, Addison is skipping, hopping, running and bouncing along, now touching everything on each shelf. Seriously, would love to know what they spiked that cookie with.

We finally get everything from the list and head to checkout. The cashier was talking to the man in front of us. He had finished paying and was still standing there. Clearly in the way. Addison is hopping up and down doing her pee-pee dance. “Oh-Ah mommy I gotta go potty. Mommy hurry before I pee in my underwear like I pooped in them today”. Cashier still talking. The poor hubby is trying to help unload the shopping cart while holding a squirming, crying and kicking Jackson. All my attempts to calm him are futile. He chucked everything I handed him at my face.

Few more minutes pass and the cashier, still talking. Addison hopping with her hands between her legs. I look over to the hubby, tell him "this is ridiculous" than give the cashier one of my are you fucking serious looks. She must have gotten the point because as she was trying to count back our change she got flustered and needed to restart. Twice.

As we finish paying, the sweet old lady behind us asks the kiddo’s age. And just as we go to walk away she says “maybe this is not a good hour for young children to be out grocery shopping". And that was it.

I was speechless. Lost my fight. Clearly defeated. The old bag was right.
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Day 125
Really- do they look like anything other than perfect angels?

Toddler Talk Thursday & Day 124. 241 Days Left.

It’s no surprise kids’ say the funniest things, and what comes out of the mouth’s of toddlers is often hysterical and sometimes downright pee your pants funny! When what they say isn’t humorous, their words can melt your heart. To help make sure I never forget these little toddler quips and because they make me smile, I have decided to share them in a weekly post called “Toddler Talk Thursday.”

While sitting in the room playing…

Addison: “Up butt coconut, up your butt with a coconut.” one of Addison’s favorite non-mommy approved songs that Auntie M so kindly taught her.

Addison: “Up butt coconut up, your butt with a coconut.” repeat five more times.

Mommy: “Ok Addison, that is enough. Thank you.”

Addison: ”But mommy up butt coconut, up your butt with a coconut is my favorite song.” she just had to get it out one more time.

Mommy: “It is a silly song. Let’s sing something different.”

Addison: “What mommy?”

Jackson: “up butt” and he speaks

Addison: Laughing hysterically “Jackson just said up butt!” more laughing… “Up butt coconut, up your butt with a coconut.”

Jackson: “up butt”

both in hysterics

Mommy leaving the room to go call Auntie M…

What are your toddlers saying?
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Day 124
swimming

How to lose your mother-of-the-year status & Day 123. 242 Days Left.

Ok, I'm feeling like one bad mama today.

Last night we had one of those nights… you know, the nights when each kiddo takes a turn waking up- crying, inconsolably. I was exhausted this morning, when at 7am, Jackson, along with his bumble bee pillow pet, crawled into bed with Addison and me. He was up and ready to start the day. I was not. Addison was still soundly sleeping. I put him inbetween us, turned on PBS, rolled over and went back to sleep. A good hour later I pulled myself out of bed. He laid there quietly watching TV the entire time. Sweet kid. I made my way out to the kitchen to pour him a sippy cup of milk. The last of the milk.

About twenty minutes later, Addison crawls out of bed; "Mommy I am thirsty." Here is how I quickly lost my mother-of-the-year status… I ask what would you like? "Chocolate milk" she says. And there it is. As soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew. I knew I had just made the biggest mistake any mother could make. Chocolate milk. Of course she wanted chocolate milk. Who runs out of milk and then asks their toddler (who loves chocolate milk in the morning) what they would like to drink? And that was it. With those four words, “what would you like”, I quickly became the world's worst mom. Now she is annoyed that Jackson got the last of the milk and is on the brink total meltdown.

So, I do the only sensible thing to calm her… I offer her caramel chocolate cake for breakfast with a side of carrot juice. Which, of course, quickly made up for this mama’s incompetence.
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Day 123
The Frog Princess

Just one more thing she will have to tell the Psychiatrist & Day 122. 243 Days Left.

I open the blinds to let the sunlight through the kid‘s room.

There she is; she quickly pulls all eight legs in. Fucking great, I mumble under my breath. I had no idea two little bodies were standing behind me. “What mommy? What is it?” A spider, I tell her. “Can I see her?” she asks. I point to the top of the window. Thankfully she was outside, for now.

“Where mommy? There?” pointing to the center of the window… I look, “Are you kidding me! Another one!” Addison looks at me and says “mommy go call daddy now, he needs to clean them.” (clean means kill) And yes, daddy needs to clean them before they get inside. Because they do get inside. Every. Last. One. Of. Them. Bastards!

I go to the kitchen to call the hubby; suddenly Addison lets out a terrible shriek. Jackson cries. I run into the room knowing just what it was… another spider. Addison, huffing and puffing dramatically (the only way Addison communicates), points to the bottom of the window and tells me the daddy spider is moving. I go to look and daddy spider is indeed moving. And indeed is a daddy spider. No, not a daddy long legs but a huge golden daddy sized spider. I grab a trembling Addison in one arm and a crying Jackson (clearly upset about Addison’s shriek) in the other and dump them into the living room. Addison is so terrified of bugs she makes me look brave (and that is saying something).

Yes, it is spider season in Coral Springs. Apparently there are so many that they fight for any available space which drives clusters into the Sankey house. Uninvited. But it is more than clusters. It's actually a convention. A big, giant, international spider convention, televised to all their spider family and friends, inviting them to come on over. We are over-run. The house. The balcony. My car. Nothing is off limits.

Finally able to get the hubby on the phone, I explain, as dramatically as Addison, he needs to get home NOW and kill the spiders on the kid’s window. NOW! RIGHT NOW! And that he does. He made up some excuse for having to leave work (one of the luxuries of having children) and he made his way home.

The moment the hubby walks through the door, Addison frantically tells him about the spiders on her bedroom window. “You got to go kill them daddy.” In as little as 45 minutes, clean has become kill. "Daddy, go get the spray. Hurry.” And he did. The hubby grab the jumbo bottle of Ortho home defense max and headed into the kid’s bedroom.

Addison, suddenly emboldened by the presence of poison, wanted to follow us into the room to watch the unwelcomed pest die. She is so my child.

Addison and I point out the offenders; I chase her and Jackson out of the room and oversee the operation from the farthest corner. I like knowing where they are and that they are in fact dead.

Before the hubby removes the screen (which was the only way to reach the daddy spider) I have him saturate the inside of the window. Not wanting them to have the option of running into the room. He takes the screen out and shoots away. They begin dropping. And more than just the three. I see what I think are flies coming through the window and as the supervisor I point out that flies are getting in. The hubby turns to me “those are not flies. Get out of here!”

Before leaving the room I hear Addison on the other side of the door… “DIE, FUCKIN’ SPIDERS, DIE!”

I am so proud.

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Day 122
Summertime or for Addison, Just Another Day