“You did WHAT Boys?
That is me, Abbie, and that is what I say, a lot.
What you cannot see on the floor behind me is my constant pile of clothes I am trying to fold, at all times.
Let me help you.
I should be happy to be folding clothes because that would mean I am not pulling a slug off of someone or cleaning milkshake off the ceiling again…
or for that matter, getting the legos out of the blender.
I can help you with that one too.
I started sharing my favorite stories February 29, 2012.
I have written our stories down for years and I take pictures of everything, clearly.
Avery is really is not happy
because I am taking a picture
instead of helping him
get the bag off of his head
He is 4 in this photo
Avery is the “oldest” of the twins and likes to say since they are identical twins and came from the same egg he “made” Mitchell. Avery is now 12.
Mitchell just happy I’m taking
his picture despite not being able
to get the bag stuck on his head.
He is 4 in this photo.
Mitchell is 12 now and he says he is a “chick maggot”. Mitchell thinks he is a middle child?
This is our Peter.
Peter is four in this photo.
Peter is now eight…
…and has had an entire post dedicated to things he has said called,
“The $hit my kid says is funnier than the $hit your dad says.”
Jim is my husband and while he was in medical school I began emailing him stories of our kids for him to read when he had a minute or two, knowing he was missing out on these “priceless” moments.
It may have also have been to explain my future trip to the nut house that I didn’t realize was an unobtainable goal.
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I would send our favorite story in our annual Christmas letter. People began requesting I add them to the growing mailing list to receive the “DREADED” Christmas letter I decided this may be a better idea.
Our Mutt Lilly (if she could talk) “My brothers have found a new way to entertain themselves… When I am outside they yell, “Lilly in the house!” The funny part to them and not me is when I barrel through the yard and leap up the stairs and…this is the part that makes them laugh…I slam face first into a SHUT door. I don’t mind. I like making them laugh but our mom made them stop.
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I have some serious stories to tell too.
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What I cannot figure out is why they have reality shows called “The Real Housewives of…” but no one has a reality show of what a REAL housewife’s life is like. We have the most crazy, fun, REAL times in a crazy, fun, real, gated community with our families. The best part is that we know how abnormal it all is and we go with it.
Here I am with our traveling Nutcracker, In August.
He enjoys Grey Goose and brunettes.
I write down our stories because, let’s face it, I am never going to make a scrap-book.
“If you would just smile she would STOP taking our picture!”
Our Norman Rockwell moment.
I just started February 29, 2012 and so far I feel like I’m giving birth…mostly that legs apart and up in the air while naked in a well-lit room with strangers…feeling.
“You keep an eye out Peter while we sneak a kiss.”
“Those aren’t real boobies mom! They just have sponges under the shirt!”
The stories I write are to give our kids one day. Having a forum* to share our “funnies” encourages me to write them down so that when they have children of their own…
I can show them that they will only get to the brink of insanity.
Ha, take that! The “nut house” would be a vacation and God needs parents to stay home and take care of their kids! I will be sitting back laughing at my grandchildren’s “funnies” while watching my own grown kids squeegee the cooking oil off the floor.
I’m pretty sure their kids will one day POUR COOKING OIL ON THE FLOOR to slide around on or POUR A GALLON OF MILK INTO THE CARPET to see if it makes its way to the pipes that we should have NEVER told them run all over under the floors.
Peter is Tom Sawyer. I can prove it.
So I may be new to blogging but I have years worth of stories that I will try to deliver daily to make you smile, laugh, think, love and possibly occasionally cry.
* My parents were hippies and I may not have made it to school as often as I should have to learn grammar and punctuation.
That is your warning.
I write as I think and am already aware I do not know how to use a comma or most punctuation. Up until now I made my husband proofread our Christmas letter which was the extent of anyone seeing my thoughts fall onto paper. Jim likes to tell me my writing is like an ugly porn star and my punctuation is the ugly part. Thank God he finds my inadequacies cute. Oh, and thank God for spell check.
Please don’t make me regret this thing yet.
What have I gotten myself into?
People like to tell me my kids are funny. I always reply with all kids are funny. It is wrapping your mind around the moment and finding the humor.
Halloween 2011 and yes, that is Doogie Howser, MD and Vinny.
Mitchell and Avery are IDENTICAL twins and this is how much they looked alike before the can of black hairspray.
I believe in having a grateful heart and being joyful mother of children. I am trying my best to instill in my children that we have to find things to be grateful for in order to be happy. I am also sarcastic and not afraid to laugh AT MY KIDS, as well as with them. I also think it is important for my kids to see adults having fun. I want them to look forward to growing up as well as enjoying each stage.
“Oh no Bat Baby, have mercy!”
I want to create a place for people to check after they have read the day’s news in the car pickup line at school or on the side of a practice field and now you need a smile.
“Mom, the baby is eating dirt…don’t worry he likes it!”
-Abbie Gale, allthatmakesyou.com
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