Last night during dinner, we had this conversation with Bizzie Princess. She was telling a story about one of her friends…. BP: Her didn’t want to play with me today? Me: S-h-e didn’t want to play with you? BP: Her was… Me: She was. BP why don’t you use S-h-e? BP: Because it’s not my…
This Saturday I took Bizzie Princess to the hair salon with me, yes she even got her hair done as well. The plan was to get pictures taken this weekend, but well we all know when we try and “plan” things when kids are involved. So we’ll be taking our “Holiday” photos at the beginning…
This weekend I scheduled a photo session for some family portraits after all we haven’t had “professional” pictures taken for over a year. I know bad mom, right. So the Hubs decided that Bizzie Boy needed a hair cut.
As my daughter always says, “last morning,” I found a small really light hair on my head. Gray? It’s all Bizzie Boy’s fault! He is now only allowed supervised visits with the horse. Slow down man, you are growing up way too fast. Do you have a boy and does he do crazy stunts too?
On Thursday we rushed over to Bizzie P’s Christmas special, we skipped last years at the moment I’m not sure why. But before I get into the event I have to give kudos to the hubs, he picked out the dress and got her ready for the event while I was at work. The event…
Okay not the boy, the shirt. The boy is in the bedroom. Wait hold on… Yeah he’s in the bedroom. ) One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is being a working mother that has to send her kids to an outrageously expensive daycare, that has to drive in a stupid amount of traffic to pick…
Me: Did you go on time out today Ms Bizzie: Princess: Yes Me: Why Ms. Bizzie: Charlie and I both did because we weren’t listening Me: You need to listen to your teacher Ms. Bizzie: I don’t want to Later that evening… Me: Pick your crumbs off the floor and throw them in the trash…
