Dance Like It’s Halloween

I have two favorite Halloween shows, Hocus Pocus and The Great Pumpkin. Last year at Halloween time, my oldest monster was terrified of witches, so there went Hocus Pocus, BUT we could watch Charlie Brown!! I remember being so excited, we made a snack and sat on the couch at 8pm to watch the most awesome Halloween cartoon ever! At 8:01, she was gone, back at 8:02 asking for Mickey Mouse. Heart = crushed

This year is no different and I haven’t even attempted to put Charlie Brown on…yet! My kids are Disney fanatics. They are obsessed with Jake, Izzy and their son friend Cubby, Doc McStuffins and her crew of hypochondriac toys, the Little Einsteins and their bleeding red thighs (I wish Rocket would take gas instead of lap pats), and the Imagination Movers who I really can’t figure out, if you know what I mean.

Between watching all of the Halloween specials on Disney Junior, we have found some pretty cool non-Disney songs on YouTube that we will play on the iPad while the girls play in their rooms. I have found myself singing more than one of them already today. Here are our top 5 picks:

5.) The Learning Station: Pumpkins Witches and Ghosts

4.) Kiboomu Kids: Halloween Song

3.) Spooky Spooky Halloween Song

2.) Kiboomu Kids: Five Little Pumpkins Sitting on a Gate

1.) I totally lied. This is a Disney song, but it is my ultimate favorite Halloween Kids song! Imagination Movers: Dance Like It’s Halloween

Trick or treat now move your feet and go play these songs for your little goblins.


“My knee hurts because I ate too many noodles.”

Dinner time in our house is always an awesome time. Often times we are making two separate meals to please the picky kids that are hanging from our legs as their plates are being made. Last night was no exception. We had this recipe for Thai Butternut Squash Soup (amazeballs!!) and sandwiches, the kids had spaghetti. They love spaghetti! If it wasn’t so damn messy, we would make it more often for them.

Spaghetti night is only allowed in our house on bath night because I just can’t handle the mess. The littlest monster enjoys playing with her hair, while she eats. You thought hair gel could hold a style? Pssh! Try some spaghetti sauce next time instead.

As I was making the adult dinner, the kids sat down for theirs. For some reason the eldest monster refuses to ever eat her dinner. It’s a constant battle.

Whichever parent feels like going to war that night: “Take a bite right now or you are going to bed”

Parent taking staying strong: “Take another bite right now or you are sitting here all night”

Parent growing frustrated: “TAKE A BITE!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!! Why is this always a fight?! You LOVE spaghetti!”

Parent who doesn’t care anymore: “Well at least the dogs will enjoy it.”

Thirty minutes is the amount of time it took her to finish her plate. But it was SO painful! I ended up feeding her, just like old times, awe!! And then the last bite came and I made it a good one and cheered and shouted for her that she was finally DONE!! Yay!

Me: “Good job! You can go play now”

Her: Mouth full of noodles, tears growing in her eyes

Me: “What is wrong? You are done! No more bites!”

Her: “Wahhhhhhh!!” Noodles falling out of her mouth.

Her: “My knee hurts!”

Me: “What?! Why? You haven’t moved in 30 minutes?”

Her: “My knee hurts because I hate too many noodles!”

Of course it does.



Today was the day. Today was the day I became THAT mom. That mom you swear you will never be. The mom you watch on TV and gawk at because “How could she?” Today, she became me.

My Outlook Calendar at work has become my bible since having kids. Everything goes on there because thanks to modern technology, I also get a reminder on my phone while I’m at home. Amazingly it helps to keep me half sane.


The problem with this is that sometimes I forget to type myself a reminder. Like today when I had to help my awesome sister in law out and pick up our daughters from preschool. She is awesome enough to watch my children during the day while my husband and I bring home the bacon. Our daughters are the same age and attend the same preschool and are the best of friends! Today was my turn to pick up the kids. She drops them off and I pick them up, one day a week. We have been off of our schedule for other reasons, but today I had to step in and help. Okay, no problem! I can totally do that – I thought to myself -yesterday morning. I don’t have any meetings planned, no problem at all.

School is over at 11:30. It was 11:40 when I reached for my phone to ask my SIL for a school report, and then it hit me. “FFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keys! Phone! Purse, no, I don’t have time to reach for it!” Out the door…zoom!

                Me: Tracy, I forgot to pick up the girls!

                Tracy: WHAT?!!!!!!?!?!!! No! Oh No! I can’t get them today! I don’t have enough cars seats!

                Me: I know! I’m on my way now.

                Tracy: The school is beeping in!

                Me: Okay! Tell them I’ll be there soon!

It took me 12 minutes to get there, thanks to Mighty Mouse, as we like to refer to my 2007 Civic because that thing has been through 4 accidents (only one was my fault!) and is still awesome.

The teachers laughed when I got there and I wanted to cry because not only did I forget to pick up our little sweethearts, I also forgot to bring my daughters book bag with us this morning. There was my Lucy holding her plastic shopping bag that contained a few letters for mom, the letter E, and a sparkly pumpkin-lantern (jack-o-lantern) as she called it. To her, she knew no different to not have a book bag or that her mom was 25 minutes late picking her up. They were happy to see a familiar face and wanted to go home. Like to the point they were dragging me out the door.

When I returned to work, I told everyone I could about what had happened and everyone had the same reaction, “WHAT?! No you DIDN’T!” plus big eyes and a gaping mouth. And to them my response is: YES, I did forget. I did get so caught up in my day that I forgot to write myself a reminder so I wouldn’t forget. Like most moms and working moms and moms that are at home working on raising their family – I can’t remember everything! And I’ll own it. And find a way to blame it on my husband 🙂

I still feel guilty, but in the grand scheme of things, I’m still an awesome mom – I mean I wasn’t an hour late.