Why I started this blog?

All right, the important question - why? Well, it's simple, really -- I actually wanted a chance to use the last couple of brain cells I had floating around, and prove that I could still accomplish stuff that was important to me during the day, as well as being super mommy to my two beautiful children Isabella (3 1/2) and Benjamin(6 months), uber wife to my husband Matt (I'd like to think so, we can ask him at a later date :) ), and whipping up a gourmet meal with one kid on my hip and the other one covered from head-to-toe with sand that should have stayed in the sandbox! (Note to self: invent magnetic sand! That'll be to-do item #4,501)

I was inspired to start this blog because I thought stay at home moms could use some space of their own to vent! Yes, I did use the word VENT you know like what happens to a volcano every now and then.

Of course you know what happens if the vent is unable to er...vent? It explodes!

I also think that realising other moms and dads have at some point experienced the same things as you helps. A couple of things that I have experienced are:

• Popcorn seeds and yogos in the nose. Here's a neat trick if that happens to one of your kiddies and they can't blow it out normally: gently pinch the other nostril closed, and put your mouth over theirs like you're doing CPR. A couple of quick, sharp puffs, and you should have the offending bit-o-crap blasting out of your kid's nose at terminal velocity. Just look out for where it lands, or if you're feeling ambitious, go for a new distance record! ;)


• Your kid locking you out of the house (I ripped out a screen window and climbed into my dining room while my daughter yelled her little head off at the front door).


• The same little darling also locked me out of the car and I had to call 911 from my neighbor's house because my cell phone was in my diaper bag. Let me tell you, I felt like the worst mother under the sun as the police officers and firemen wanted to know how she got locked in. She was persuaded to climb out of her seat and open the lock on the door by using a krispy creme donut hole as incentive ( The donut holes were provided by the dashing young police officer, so the rumors are true ;) ).


• And then there is the "Holy Mary Mother of God" diaper incident, AKA my daughter's first attempt at an alphastrike! (For those people who have no idea what I am talking about, it is when you are playing a computer game and want to use all of your weapons at one time. Yes, I am a closet X-Box junkie). My husband and I were on our first trip with our daughter who was 6 weeks old and we were planning on visiting her Grammy and Pop-Pop who live in NJ. Well to make a long story short (and keep our embarassment to a minimum), about halfway there Isabella had a blow-out diaper: it was the stuff of legend, the kind where you wonder where they keep it all?!?! Anyway, we had to pull into a truck stop to change the diaper, clean out the car seat and change the baby's clothes, only to find that we forgot to refill the diaper wipes container and the spare clothes were somewhere in our suitcase! Paper napkins and a bottle of water work just as well, and a new outfit was donned after a frantic search through our weekend bag, which had everything but the kitchen sink! I decided from that point on that I would never be caught without a second set of clothes and enough wipes.

Stay tuned as there is more to come, once the laundry is done, kids are in bed and the dog is fed