I don't trust you

So this morning on the news there were 3 different people being charged for sexual assault against children in Michigan.  And I also read about another charge up north about a dad molesting his own 3 month old daughter and killed her in the process!  WTF??  What is wrong with our world!?!?  I can’t take it anymore.  I hate that I have to worry about sick people that would do anything to innocent little children.  I also hate that I have to have lingering doubts about any person that comes into my daughters lives about if they are safe with them.  The news also talked about ways to talk to your child about this issue, and I thought it would be dumb advice, but it was actually okay.  It said to discuss with them what their private parts are (which I have already done), but then it also said to teach them never to keep secrets.  They said even doing something as little as “oh, we can get ice cream, but it’s our little secret, don’t tell your Dad” is bad.  They said that most kids that get molested don’t tell anyone because the person tells them it is their secret, and that 93% of sexual abuse crimes are commited by a person the child knows.  All this stuff just makes me want to take my girls and go live in a hole somewhere where they will be safe!  I don’t remember worrying about any of this when I was young, or my parents talking to me about anything.  I don’t know if times are changing, or if it was always this bad.  So sorry any friends or future friends of my girls, your parents are going to get put through the ringer before either of my girls will be left anywhere alone with you, that’s just the way it’s going to have to be!  You may think that we are just all going out to dinner together, but really it’s a scrupulous interview to determine what type of people you are J

Nice

So I took Brinley to the doctor yesterday for her 4 month wellness visit. I was getting her out of her car seat and a little old lady in the car next to me said "oh, it’s a young baby, how cute, I can see her little feet poking out" and I (being the super friendly person I am) said "yup". I proceeded to pull her out of her car seat and as soon as I got her out the lady says "OH! She's a fatty!” Wow....nice! I know my girls are big, but they are not ridiculous! Not to mention, who says that?? If she wanted to mention her size, there are many other words that would be more appropriate and less mean, like chubby, or even big for example. On that note, she was 25 1/2 inches tall (90th percentile) and 15 lbs 8 oz (75-90th percentile)...so there are at least 20 percent of kids that are bigger than her thank you very much! :)

Really Disney, Really??

So I read that Disney is not going to make anymore “princess” type movies.  I don’t remember where I read it, but I did.  They are going to focus more on the movies like “Prom” to appeal to more kids.  I am very, very disappointed in you Disney.  I love all the Disney movies from my childhood!  Beauty & The Beast, The Lion King, Aladin…I can go on and on.  I think there is so much out there that is forcing our kids to grow up too fast as it is, I don’t want my kids watching “Prom”.  Not only is the content not appropriate for most children that watch it, but do we really want our kids watching a movie that is telling them that prom is such a big deal?  I don’t.  News flash everyone….prom is not what is important about school!  I wish all the media would stop encouraging our kids to grow up so fast, it is just sad.  Don’t get me wrong, I love all the stupid reality shows like Real World and 16 and Pregnant.  But I am an adult (apparently), and I know what those people are doing on those shows is crazy and dumb, but all the young kids growing up don’t know that.  I was relying on Disney to provide entertainment for my kids when I need to get things done around the house, or to be honest, when I just want a little “quiet time”.  I guess I will have to fall back on the classics on DVD, or hope that Pixar keeps cranking out some goodies!

The mall is gross

So the title pretty much sums up this blog today.  I went to the mall yesterday to quick run a few errands.  Since having kids, I don’t really have the time to go hang out at the mall anymore, so needless to say other than running in and out of a store real quick, I haven’t really been to the mall on a weekend in probably about 3-4 years.  So I went with my husband and the girls yesterday, and if the mall represents the population of our country, I am truly scared.   Maybe I never paid attention before and it has always been gross, but otherwise somewhere along the line I think the mall has gotten rather trashy, and the people that are there do not help that cause.  There are kids running around without any supervision that look like they should still be in diapers, the girls are all dressing like they are going to stand on a street corner downtown, and there are a ton of people up by the food court scarfing down crazy amounts of unhealthy foods.  Not to mention, I thought this economy was bad?  What are all these people doing spending money at the mall?  It didn’t look like anyone was having any financial troubles with the amount of bags the masses were carrying around.  To sum this up…if this is an accurate representation of the people and future generations of our country, we are in trouble and maybe I should just move now.  Oh, and I am also going to shop online instead.

I blame their father

So, I think I am the only one who has this problem…my kids don’t sleep.  When Kenna was a baby, we blamed it on her colic, then on her alertness, and then on her smartness (“She is just too into everything, too smart to waste her time sleeping”).  When she took 2-3 naps, they were always really short, and she dropped those to the one per day.  Everyone told me, “oh, now that she is down to one nap, it will be like a 2-3 hour one”..Nope!  The little stinker only took like one 1 hour nap a day.  Ok, fine, so this one just isn’t a sleeper.  Well now with Brinley, I was hoping I would have my little sleeper, you know, the one that just wants to cuddle for an hour in the morning to wake up.  But I fear that is not the case.  She is already cutting all her naps short, going to bed late, and waking up talking at 4:30-5am ready to be up for the day.  Are you kidding me???  Both of them??  I like sleep, I am not a morning person.  I like to lay around in my PJ’s and drink coffee for a good hour in the morning, you know, ease into my day.  Not the rest of my family.  This is where I blame their father.  He brags about not needing much sleep.  He will get up and go exercise at 4am after getting 4 hours of sleep and will be fine.  He wakes up full of energy and ready to start the day, he is definitely a morning person.  This is why my girls turned out the way they did…it’s got “DAD” written all over it.  I guess if it has to be this way, at least they all wake up happy, laughing, and talkative!  I can take that over the sound of an alarm clock.

Funny Things My Daughter Says & Does

After writing a blog a few posts back about the funny stuff my daughter says, I just started writing down some of my favorite things that she has said or done.  Hopefully you find it funny too, or maybe its just because I think she's extra cute :)  (for Future reference, Kenna is my older daughter, & Brinley is my younger).

*”Mom, Brinley is giving me attitude!”  (Brinley was staring at her in the car).

*”That lady just wanted to meet me.” (Some lady at the chiropractor was trying to talk to her).

*”Where’s Daddy?”  (He is at work, Kenna), “oh, poor Daddy.” –This was when she was like 1 ½ years old…so observant J

*”Mom, I don’t like cranberries in my oatmeal, we can just go ahead and get rid of those.”

*(I was doing “so big” with Brinley) “Mom, Brinley is not so big, she is very little, I think you are wrong.”

*She took my sister’s credit card off the counter and put it in my purse and said “Cash Money” J

*”Mom, that is despectable”  (Do you mean despicable, Kenna?) “No, I mean despectable”.  Apparently she is making up her own words now.

* After I barely bumped into Kenna (she didn’t even cry or anything), she tells me “Mom, you can give it one kiss, then I need an ice pack, and I think a cookie would probably make me feel better.”

*Me: “I just want to eat Brinley up, she is so cute”

   Kenna: “I bet she tastes like macaroni & cheese”

   Me: “oh, really, then what do you taste like?”

   Kenna: “probably a hot potato”

   Me: “Kenna, stop trying to lick your sister, she doesn’t really taste like macaroni and cheese”