two sticky kids = ants

Upon my return from my trip to Bristol,TN. I am informed by the hubs that we have ants. This made me happy (not!) since I was wondering why the trash can was in the middle of the kitchen with no bag. After putting a bag back in the trash and putting the can in it’s “proper” place, I headed to the bedroom to change. I grabbed a trusty old t-shirt from the shelf in the closet and noticed a tiny friend on it. Then I looked at the other bazillion t-shirts and not to be left out…had little friends too! So I called our pest control company to come out and take a look. SIDE NOTE: we normally spray on a quarterly basis and this is outside perimeter b/c I don’t want the kiddos getting ahold of any chemicals. The one good thing about our new tiny friends was that in order to send them to that big ol’ ant hill in the sky, I would have to…gulp….take everything outta the closet! Well you see, I had been pregnant for the last 3 years (until now…HOORAY!!) and so it was in a bit of disarray from all of the ”I might wear this again one day” pep talks. Well they came out and got rid of the friends and gave me some good and FREE tips about what I can use inside that is chemical free (ammonia + water…yay!). Then came the process of putting all of the “stuff” back into the closet. Long story short…my closet looks fabulous and organized. You know it looked bad when the Queen of Messes (aka – my two-year old princess) comes and tells you “Wow Momma, it’s clean in there!”
Onto the reason we had ants in the first place! Hence the name of this blog, my children are sticky. Eman used to be fairly un-sticky until the past few weeks. And Abs is just a lost cause. I swear she only likes things that are sticky, greasy and messy : syrup, cottage cheese, crackers, hummus, chocolate…you get the idea. Well our little guy now loves food…and by food I mean all food. Baby food, table food, your food, my food, Abby’s food, etc. He will literally whine at your feet if you don’t give him something. And don’t even think about putting him in that high chair unless the food is ready and being aimed at his mouth. I know one day I will live a “sticky” free existence and wish for the good old days when you made sure not to sit in Abby’s chair in the kitchen because of the syrup and peanut butter caked on the seat.
Anyways, onto our agenda for the holiday weekend. Taking the kiddos to AU for Tiger Walk and a little tailgating (sweating) for he parents. The next week Abs first dentist appt (high hopes on this one) and little “i mean” big man’s 9 month appt. WDE for now!