Picture this:

Picture this:  There was I, walking through the grocery store, baby A-train in the grocery cart seat, R-dog and T$- little duckies following closely behind.  I, in my fanciest hoodie, hair pulled back in an almost 1980's like hair do.  Why yes, I see shoppers looking my way.  I know, I know, my children are adorable.

But wait! Oh shit, where are those little f*ing ducks?  I mean, "oh where art thou blessed children?". Titan has tackled Ronan and they are wrestling on the grocery store floor.  In front of the cheese section, in case you were wondering.  I only received a few glares as I pulled Titan off of Ronan.  What ever, people.  At least my kids have shoes on, Ronan's may be so clearly on the wrong feet but his underwear is on the right way, so we're actually a step ahead of yesterday.  

Screw it.  I wasn't going to drink anymore, but these THREE BOYS have driven me to the brink of insanity.  Pick up a bottle of wine, errr, not for me though, for the hostess of a party we'll be heading to later!  I know she'll have wine.  We're two birds of a feather.

Back to the store though!

Let's go wait in line for deli meat!  Yay!  Who wants some salami?! And as Atlas starts to get fussy, both Titan and Ronan are on either side of the grocery cart, pretending to be dinosaurs.  By no means are boys pretending to be dinosaurs "quiet".  

"Roooaaarrr!", yells Ronan.

"ROOOAARR!!", yells Titan.

Atlas is laughing hysterically.

At this point, I can't help but laugh either.  If you want to roll with me, you better be damned sure you can handle the 3 of them!

We're available for live entertainment at birthday parties and small group events.  Cost is only a bottle of wine :)

Cheers!