Top 10

Instead of my usual 10 on Tuesday, I thought I would do something a little different.  Read:  I don't have any pictures of the kids this week and I failed to get my 52 Weeks pic.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I have one pic of the kids this week.  Can you believe it?  One stinkin' pic.  That's it and that's probably a record for me.

So instead, it's the Top 10 Reasons you know you are in the C household:

1.  The kids instinctively know when J is out of town.  They reek havoc on this mama.  They rarely get up in the middle of the night, but when J is away, they manage to double team me.  They must have a secret code or something.  It's almost like they tag out with each other.  When I finally get one back to sleep, the other gives me about 15 minutes and then starts up.

2.  The laundry has been sitting in the dryer for 2 days and no one seems to care.  Hey, at least it's dry.

3.  Your almost 2 year old's favorite phrase is "no, mommy" followed by "I don't want to"

4.  Your 3 year old taught him that.

5.  The oldest one in the household (ie me) is not the boss.

6.  People always look at you funny when you tell them you have a 3 and a 2 year old.  Almost like they are trying to do the math in their head.  The puzzled look is then quickly followed by an "I'm so sorry for you" look.

7.  I often get asked, "are they twins?".  My mom always got that too (my sister and I are 18 months apart).  I chuckle at this one.  Miss C is still a good 6 or so inches taller than Little J.  She also looks a lot older than him.

8.  I haven't heard the radio in 3 years.  Beyonce?  Who's that?  Now, give me a good rendition of Twinkle Twinkle.  I'm all over that.  I also find it amusing that They Might Be Giants (a popular band when I was in high school/college) now sings children's music.  I guess I'm still hip because I'm still listening to them.  Now, ask an 18 year old who They Might Be Giants is and I'm sure they will have no clue.  But all you 30+ somethings know who I'm talking about.

9.  Your two year old is the pickiest eater in the world.  He will not even touch chicken nuggets or mac and cheese.  What kid doesn't love those?  But play doh, he can chow that down like he gets paid to do it.  I don't get it.

10.  And the one pic I got this week.  I took the kids on a walk yesterday and decided to use my new ipod (which is a hand me down from J and is about 4 years old).  Never-the-less, I was pretty excited to use it so that I could drown out any bickering that might go on.  Miss C noticed it and asked what it was.  I told her it was my ipod.  She then said she wanted her "ear pod" too.  So she jammed to her music the whole way too.  I guess it was too much to ask for a smile.