IIIIIIII'm Baaaaaack

Okay so I am now back to blogging. I haven't forgotten I've just been lazy. Sandy and I took the girls school clothes shopping and let me just say we got TONS of clothes for the little girls. They tried on so many outfits that they got tired of trying clothes on and heck Madison started to cry towards the end b/c she didn't want to try anything else on. Jeez....I would have given my right arm to have been able to go shopping and get all that they did when I was their age. Anywho, Madison is really not used to going shopping because I just don't take them!! I get outfits I like and I bring them home and the girls usually like them and there we have it...New clothes, happy kids and a stress free mom. Well not this day. Sandy wanted to take the angels with us so that we could make sure they were getting the correct sizes. She was right about wanting to take them, these clothes were very expensive. I thought they were expensive, it may be normal for some people but I'm pretty savvy when it comes to clothes. Don't get me wrong I want the cute outfits I just don't want to pay big bucks for them. Well, we did end up paying a pretty penny this day. I felt a little sick to my stomach but I couldn't be happier that they got the clothes, they are all set for school and they are going to be the cutest ones there. Sandy took us to a little Boutique in Terrell. The ride there was....H E double Hockey sticks. That's ugly...I know. I wish I had a video camera with us this day. The girls were a mess. Madison and Maggie decided that they would bring small throws with them to tie up to the hand grip things above the doors and head rests. Madison had hers tied in no time and Maggie threw a fit b/c hers wasn't doing what Maddie's was doing. She had the "Whiny Voice" the whole way there. Madison cried because she just didn't understand why I always make her wear her seat belt and then Maggie decided to join in. They used their blankets as a little hammock. I know it's hard to understand how but these kids are pretty talented. Madison's hammock was working fine and Maggies....well just wasn't. The problem was that they didn't know how to get in their hammocks with their seat belts on. I wasn't giving in. They were wearing those seat belts even if we had to hear crying to whole way to Terrell. They thought I was just the meanest mom on the planet. Ohhhh Welll, gotta keep the kids safe, don't gotta keep 'em happy. So after a ride that seemed to drag on forever we arrived. We get to the Boutique and they take off checking out all the cute clothes. Madison heads off with Sandy and Maggie is with me. She is grabbing all the clothes she likes but she's getting all the wrong sizes and is getting mad at me for taking them from her and trying to take her to the sizes she needed to be looking at. Boy ohhh boy this child was testing my patients. We find her size and she is picking everything out. She loves it all. So we carry more than a dozen to the dressing rooms and the nice thing is that we were the only ones there. No other kids. That's great b/c if there had been some they would have had a loooonnng wait at the dressing rooms. We were there forever it seemed. We slowly let the girls try on clothes and model them around and then when they took them off to try on something new they would throw the clothes at Sandy and myself to hang back up. We had a "Maybe" pile and a "Yes" pile and a "NOOOO" pile. They had fun for about 15 min. maybe, until they tried on a hideous outfit that Sandy or I didn't like to well and when we told them that we would be putting it in the "NOOOO" pile they about died. Let me just say. I am not about to pay $40-$50 for an outfit that is tacky just b/c the kiddos like it. They were MAD let me tell ya. At one point when Maggie would go behinde the curtain to try a new dress on I would practically throw the ugly outfit at the lady working there and I would wisper "Get Rid of This Before She Comes Out PHHHLEASE." This poor woman was running back and forth doing things for Sandy and I. She was really wonderful. They must have forgotten the other 8 outfits we said "YES" to. They have no concept at all of money and it's about time to fill them in. I'm not sure how to yet but I'll figure it out. I never got allowances growing up because my aunt didn't think that we kids should get paid for keeping our rooms nice, helping out in the kitchen, washing laundry and hanging it all out to dry, mowing, dusting, vacuuming and well you get the idea. We worked and we didn't get paid. That's what you do in a family you help with the chores. We did get to do fun things at the end of the week we just didn't get a regular amount of money each week for tasks we did. I've never thought of giving the girls money for doing things around the house but I think it would help especially when we go some where and they have to spend their money on a toy or treat instead of mom. They would have a certain amount and if it was more than they had well they would just have to put it back and find something in their price range. I am def. going to work on a chore chart that gives them an allowance. Back to the shopping. We finally get through picking out the clothes and the girls are Starving....So am I. We decide to drive to Mineola to a cute little restaurant that has awesome burgers. We have more crying in the car on the way there b/c they are soooooo hungry and they didn't even want to come shopping in the first place. By this point I'm starting to get a full on migraine b/c of these two sweet daughters of mine. We finally get there and get food in their tummy's and we go through a couple of Antique stores. The girls really enjoyed that out of everything. I will take them to do that again. Clothes shopping will have to wait until they are like 14 or 15 years old. Finally, on the way back home Maggie gets her hammock fixed and she's a happy camper on the way home. Madison is being good and I'm wondering why it couldn't have been so nice the way there. Oh well. We got school clothes and we are set. They still need some shoes but that I can do by myself.