The Turkey has come and gone

Thanksgiving has finally come and gone in my home. Last week was similar to running for office with all my campaigning for a clean house, baked pies, pressed linens, a total madhouse!

I was blessed with enjoying the company of my Mom and Step-dad, Brother and Sister-in-law and my two cutie pie nephews, and our dearest friends from Reno and their son. So my house was chock full of kiddos if you count my three.

I have to say that I got wonderful compliments for my turkey and ham efforts. I used my Grandmother's roaster pan (the nifty one you use on the counter top) that she has used for many, many lovely family Thanksgiving's and my turkey was boasted as looking as if it should be on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. So I revelled in that glory of feeling like Mrs. Van de Kamp from Desperate Housewives.....a fine, fine moment. I baked four pies: 2 pecan, one pumpkin and one french apple, along with a Paula Deen recipe of Pumpkin Cheesecake that I only got to taste the batter which I thought was good....but nothing to stuff my face with. So I sent that home with my sister-in-law since I know that was her favorite. All the kids ate with no complaints, except CV, but hey....it's Big CV's son.....they complain. Plus I have to say that CV (brother) said I put on an excellent spread for Turkey day.....I guess I did me some CV Catering.....hmmmm.....that's catchy! Anyway, I was thankful to be able to spend my holiday with the ones I love and be able to bake and roast all that lovely food for them and now I get to stuff my face with the fabulous left overs! I am so looking forward to a holiday like this again next year! So nice to not have to travel, even though the cooking can be a real pain with all the prep, the reward was all the love put into the cooking for my family and spending that time with them.

After the dinner we all cleaned up and played with all the kids where CV2 showed me how he can pop wheelies on his bike, I was oogled by my nephew CJ which I just adored....little hambone! Pickles and Peanut got to play with CJ and CJR (our friends son...similar initials...crazy!) and we all enjoyed watching all the kids giggle, laugh, squeal and play. An overall great day!

Basic Needs

As a Mom, wife, woman, and individual I have basic needs like any other person. We should all have the basic needs which are inherent of being a human, which are:

Food, Shelter, Love and Wanting (take Psychology to understand this one), Sleep

I think I covered all the true basics of being human. Now the basics of what I need as an individual, woman, wife, and Mom are a play on the basic list but get a little complicated. I found that during this holiday season I have been asked if I "need anything". This question greased the cogs of my mind that began turning like the world clock. Here is where I start:

As a Mom first and foremost, I need:

Space to raise, discipline, and screw up my kids the way I see fit without commentary, judgement, criticism, condemnation, or threats of a hostile takeover. I need help.....yes....ha ha...laugh all you want chuckles, but I can admit this. I need help where I say I need help and not where you deem I need help, which is not with my kids. I can raise and handle my own kids, I don't need help with that unless I specifically say so because I think DH and I have that division of our operations pretty much under wraps. I need help keeping up my house. Because I do not employ Yolanda to sweep, mop, vacuum, and scrub my home I then become Yolanda....everyday....every week, and every month. I need help with my laundry. I need help maintaining the laundry so that I do not have SIX or more loads DAILY!!! I need help picking up the infinite amount of toys that occupy my home like the Nazi's invaded Europe, if we move them to where they belong, they are manageable. I need help with dishes and meals. I love to cook, but I need help when I am tending to my children.

As a woman, I need:

To shower and brush my teeth each day, preferably before noon or later!! I need to be able to be a woman. Yes, I am just like the deodorant commercial where I am strong like a man, but hey, I was made a woman with softness. I need to be respected and heard, and I need not demand these needs.

Things I don't need:

Bullshit.....I have had enough to fertilize winter lawns for the next millenia, so leave yours and the boots at the door. I don't need anyone telling me what they think I need. I love how people suddenly think they are Miss Kenya the Palm Reader and Fortune Teller. I guess this might be coupled with the BS section. I don't need anyone to raise or tell me how to raise my kids. I have seen some "Winners of the Year" with how they have raised their adult children...so believe me...I have learned from your mistake, thanks for playing. I don't need help when not asked. DH and I call this a hostile takeover. Automatically the individual assumes the role of primary shareholder and takes over as they see fit.....(clears throat) excuse me, my home, my rules, my kids, thanks for playing. I don't need your suggestions. The approach is everything, if you tell me, "Well you need to do this" I am going to tell you where you need to shove the need suggestion. However, if you ask me, "Have you tried this" and I say yes or no and ask for more info or provide reasons why "this" did not work for me.....leave it alone! Only if I ask for more info should you go on and on, if I say, Nope, didn't work.....don't go on telling me I need to try again or I need to do this....again.....you will be told where you NEED to shove it.

I don't know about anyone else....but am I the only one who experiences the "You need" by people, or is the needy suggestions common amongst the rest of you in blogosphere.....let me know.

The Day The Earth Stood Still

The Squid moved!!! He finally moved off his stomach which doubles as a lazy Susan and he moved!!! He is finally crawling!!!

HALLELUJAH!!!!!

Now he can help Peanut plan their escape....the two are like Pinky and the Brain.....she obviously is the brain.

Is my blog totally jacked?

DH and I were talking about the blog and he pulled it up on his computer only for the entire thing to look like a total cluster. So I need my fellow friends in the blogosphere to tell me if my blog is all jacked and needs tweaking.....or if my DH needs the tweaking with his XP OS. Thanks Bill, we will be forever grateful for your crappy Windows program.

Thanks for the help in advance fellow bloggers!!

I'm it in the tag game....and I am so behind the 8-ball

I am behind the 8-ball of EIGHTS!! I was tagged by my sister-in-law's sister Brittany.

8 things I am passionate about:

1. My family
2. Myself (gotta be passionate about yourself for anything to matter!)
3. Cleanliness
4. My blog
5. My education (though I am losing passion with every paper I write)
6. My animals
7. My wardrobe
8. Love

8 words or phrases I use often:

1. F&(K
2. I love you
3. What did I say
4. Hello?
5. Have a good day
6. Its okay
7. Pickles, Peanut, G!
8. Damn it

8 things I want to do before I die:

1. Get married again, without all the drama (as in my crazy relatives drama....thanks C for the clarification)
2. Watch my kids grow into fascinating individuals
3. See Sting in concert on another continent
4. Travel all over with no worries
5. Not answer my phone for a month
6. Take a week with no interruptions
7. Tell a bunch of people Nah Nah Boo Boo and mean it!
8. Tell my kids everyday before I die how much I love them, how special, smart, and awesome they are, and how proud they make me no matter what

8 things I have learned from my past:

1. Never back down
2. Never let them walk all over you
3. Take a deep breath
4. Have patience
5. Karma is a bitch
6. Keep smiling
7. Have fun
8. F&(K all else that doesn't matter

8 places I would love to go or see:

1. Greece
2. Spain
3. Asia ( all over)
4. Australia
5. Peru
6. Panama Canal
7. Japan
8. Visit live volcanoes

8 things I currently need or want:

1. Need: bread
2. Want: Tummy tuck (though getting slimmer by the weeks with the running and stair stepper)
3. Need: a vacation
4. Want: my luxury vehicle back, I miss my Lexus...though my '08 Caravan is pretty pimp
5. Need and Want: Sex, daily!
6. Need: A massage
7. Want: Someone else to clean my whole house before Thursday
8. Need: to get some sleep

I tag anyone who wants to play along!! I am too tired to tag specifics but I love you crazies and post some credit!

Pool House Pleasure

DONE!!! Yes, done! The damn pool house is done!! Because we were too busy moving into the pool house today (blogging equipment moved in...not us...well me....since I would love to blog more than clean) I have yet to post pics. Will update with the blossom from our fruits of labor.

Plus I have the coolest play room for my kids I am so excited about!! Will take pics to post as well.

Watch what you wish for......

In my early 20s after C and I got married, I so wished to get pregnant. He and I wanted a baby badly to get our family moving. We already had owned a home for a few years, we were both making a very good living and we were both responsible. I would wish for a baby, even two! Yes, I would wish upon falling stars, pennies in the water fountain, even candles on my cake for a baby and even TWO! I thought so often, I hope and wish I have twins so I can just be done and over with having kids.

Oh I have eaten those words.

The spring of 2002 yielded what I wished for.....A baby!!! I was finally pregnant! I found out on a Sunday morning before work. I called my boss to let him know I would be late and I ran to the store to buy a baby bib that says "I love Daddy" to surprise C at work. I ran to his work and surprised him with a bib....to which he asked...."Are you serious?" He was excited as I was! We made the first appointment and we thought we were on our way to parenthood. But something went terribly wrong. Later in the week I began having cramps and then a bit of spotting. I went to the ER since the time was over the weekend and no way of getting in to see my Dr. Went to the ER where they told us everything is fine after LOTS of crappy tests. Okay then, just a bit of a scare. So then some more time passed and something still did not seem right and again a bit of cramping and now a little heavier spotting.....again something is not right! Another late night trip to the ER with lots of cramping now. I had no idea what was going on...I was dumb and had no family to speak of. Tests in the ER revealed I was miscarrying and that I had ovarian cysts!
I was crushed. That ER trip was the night before Easter Sunday. I called into work Sunday and that Monday. I couldn't take the fact I was losing my baby and I had cysts. I was told I would miscarry soon, then go about my life. What? Go about my life? Are you serious?

I began to have more pain that Monday and then burning. My legs felt as if they were on fire, just an internal fire and burning I had never felt in my life. I turned into Robo-Bitch after the nurse on the phone at my Dr's office dismissed me as if I were some dumb girl. I was two shakes away from telling her to suck something and then dropping an "F" bomb that she scheduled me to see my doc ASAP. C and I went in and had an ultrasound only for the U/S tech to say, "Oh S&it, I will be right back....hold this" as I was directed to hold the magic wand protruding from my vagina....LOVELY! I was greeted by the doctor to tell me I had to be rushed to the hospital for surgery as I was bleeding out. Bleeding out from where? Well that ovarian cyst....was a baby! Yup, i had an ectopic (tubal) pregnancy and a pregnancy in my uterus that I was also losing. So surgery happened, lot two babies and a fallopian tube.

Later that year we had a test to see if we could even get pregnant again. My ruptured appendix in 1998 wreaked havoc on my insides leaving massive amounts of scar tissue that had to be removed by laser during the aforementioned surgery. The test was painful and horrible but the results were heavenly! My left fallopian tube was open and ready for breeding! Later that year, Christmas Eve to be exact, we got pregnant! We were pregnant that I had to take EIGHT tests to be sure and made an appointment for the following week to make sure everything was A-ok which was! In September 2003, we had G-man!

But as luck and fate allows, I got pregnant again in May 2004. So was not looking forward to being pregnant again. C was ecstatic....I was furious. This pregnancy took some time to be happy about because we were not in the right place together. But I finally reached the happy point about the pregnancy to find out.....TWINS! Oh yes, twins again! I WAS LOSING MY MIND!! The doc said that they are probably mono zygotic (same placental sac), but would monitor how things would go. Alright....so see him again in a month. The month came and so did the visit. the visit was not a good one....the twins were not growing and no heart beat. What did this mean? No babies again. I would lose this pregnancy that I had just become to love and be excited for. This one was not a happy ending by any means either as the whole ordeal resulted in full on labor at home....alone....big mess......awful experience! I wish that upon NO woman. I was done! I warded off pregnancy and having children even again! One was good enough.....

Oh how I ate those words too.......damn it!

January 2007 brought us to Reno to watch our beloved friends wed, again (ha, long story), in holy matrimony. The nostalgia warmed us to want to get prego again. I asked C, since he was the one who said he wanted another baby, if that is what we really want.....and the sex ensued! June 2007 at the Police reunion concert, conception of The Squids. We found we were having twins with another weekend visit to the ER because I was violently ill, back pains, awful and I was scared of what happened before. I found out not from an U/S or anything but the Doctor so nonchalantly telling us, "Well I don't see anything wrong, you just have two babies, so everything is a little exaggerated". A LITTLE EXAGGERATED!!!??? Back up to the two babies......C was beside himself and totally excited where I burst into tears. NO!! No freaking way were we going to have twins. We did.....February 2008 by Cesarean...the Squids.

Next time....you wish for something and it does not come true right away....even with all the faith you have.....just wait. Your wish will come true.

Here are a few facts about spontaneous (natural, not scientific) twins:

3% chance of twins age 25-29
4% chance of twins age 30-35 (I fit in here)
5% chance of twins age 35-39

Maternal history increases the chance (My history was paternal, so go figure!)
How many times you have been pregnant increases the chances
Pregnant with twins before increases the chances
So I had fraternal twins my odds were 1 in 60!!! Double that because I have only one tube and voila! Plus remember.....though I am "lucky" to have twins....my luck too a lot of heartache and pain along the way. So the grass is not always greener and your novelty....is their reality.

Hold your babies closer.....

Let me tell you right now to bring tissue. I have a few stories that need to be told that remind us of the fragility of life.

Last month I shared a special story about some friends of C's and I that will soon enjoy the twin side of life. Well our friends The Palmer's are now proud parents to TWO bouncing baby boys born on Monday. However, while the story is so precious where two spectacular lives were brought to this world, their lives start with a struggle no child or parent should bear!


A few weeks ago, Mrs. Palmer was admitted to the hospital so that her OBGYN and Neonatologist could monitor the babies during the remainder of their gestation. This is standard operating procedure for any high risk pregnancy, and especially a twin pregnancy. So for the last few weeks the poor lass has been a resident of the hospital. On Monday, while under standard monitoring of what is called a Fetal Non-Stress Test which monitors the babies after a certain stage in the gestation, Baby A began to show signs of stress. Those signs include an elevated heart beat, now this can happen briefly if Mom is doing something like straining (lifting, sex, walking if ordered bed rest) or if the baby is flat out in distress. For one hour the baby showed signs of distress and Mr. Palmer was called to the hospital. When he arrived, looking desperately for his missing wife, he was handed a stack of hospital scrubs and ordered to sit on a stool just outside the OR (operating room). He was whisked in just as the doctor was delivering his boys. Had traffic been any worse for Mr. Palmer he would have missed the birth altogether! The boys were delivered very prematurely! From my math I am assuming and I apologize if I am so wrong, but she cannot be any more than 30 weeks or so into her gestation. The boys weighed just over 2 pounds each and literally fit into the palm of your hand. These boys will spend a lot of time in the NICU gaining strength and weight before going home to mom and dad.

We were told, for everyone one day in the womb is equivalent to roughly 3 days in the NICU!! You do the math on that.......

So the boys were delivered and normal babies are always a little purplish because of the shock of the event. However, Baby A was more purple for a reason. He was born with a blood cot in his leg. This clot was obviously blocking blood flow to his lower appendage which the doctors determined that the little newborn would need blood thinners. While I am sure you are sighing in relief, blood thinners to a newborn can be very harmful. Remember the story of Dennis Quaid and his twins.....they almost died from the blood thinners. So, while the correct dose has been administered to Baby A, he has developed a brain bleed. Yes, a brain bleed which could cause irreparable damage to this poor child. The doctor's have assured the Palmer's that this is a "good brain bleed" because of the location in the brain, the way I feel, especially if the situation were my child.....a brain bleed is still a brain bleed and still carries risks. But the heartache does not stop there, he has a few brain bleeds. So this little baby boy, weighing just over two pounds is fighting and I know these folks need your prayers again!! So if you have a few to spare I am sure these folks and their newborns would be eternally grateful! Baby B appears to be doing well considering he was the smaller of the two, and if you re-read their story you will be overcome to know this baby is doing well.

Now.....here is my second and final story and this has to do with G.

Today, was like any other day for school. Up and eating the unusually made bowl of oats (we don't microwave here.....just hot water and a good stir...I know weird....but we like our oats like that!) and putzing getting ready. By 8am we are all set to go, G gets his hair spiked by me, a good look over by Dad, a hug and a kiss and off we go. So he and I head to the school and I park and I walk him to where he lines up in the mornings with the rest of the school. He drops off his backback at his kindergarten line area and off he goes to the playground. I watch him lovingly enjoying the moment with the cool morning air and he is playing. Then the bell rings and I smile uncontrollably as he is just itching to get down the slide in time to line up with the rest of his friends. He runs as fast as he can with sand being thrown from his sandals and he lines up. His teacher herds her kindergarten sheep and my G and off they walk in a messy line to class. I walk back to the car in and get in just in time to drive along the side of the school to watch him walk all the way to class so I know he is safe in his classroom. I then head home and go about my usual day.

The day was text book normal until about 10:30am when the school nurse called. At first I had no idea as to why the school would be calling since no events were going on and then I thought....okay....what did G do today that he is in the office. My heart sank when the first words muttered by the school nurse was "G is okay." OKAY???? WTF happened that he is okay to begin with.....he was okay when he left.....so my mind finally stops to ask her "What happened? Is anything broken?" She began to tell me how he had an accident on the playground. SO I figured that he fell and he was a little scraped and scratched, not what she told me next.

"G had an accident on the playground and he basically hung himself on the slide." I can't speak. "He was sliding down and somehow he got his shirt caught on the slide and he slid up around his neck as he was sliding down and it was choking him." Still can't speak...I say something that resembles OK so she continues. "He didn't lose consciousness" (THANK GOD!!!!) "But he is shaken and he has what appears to be rope burns as if someone had tried to hang themselves. So we iced his neck and calmed him down and were joking with him by the end of his stay here in the office and he said he wanted to go back to class." I asked if he was OKAY to which she said "His airway is clear and he was smiling so he may be weepy when he gets home."




I hang up.....I think I am still in shock because I tell C and my Mom the story so matter-of-factly.

C picks up G from school and when he walks in I want to cry because his neck is exactly as if a noose was slipped around his neck and around the back behind his ears. C then begins to tell me the story as the Principal of the school and his teacher witnessed the event.



G was going down the slide and somehow his right arm sleeve got caught on something behind him on the top of the slide which caused him to basically hang suspended by his shirt down the spiral slide. His whole shirt is supporting all 55 pounds of this boy and the majority is around his neck with the shirt. The Principal thought odd that someone lost their shirt on the slide and went to check when she heard the patter and kicking of feet against the slide. No screams or cries for help. NONE! My baby boy was being choked and hanged by his shirt. Somehow he also got turned around so he was face down, arm sleeve twisted, shirt choking him and hanging him dead center on his wind pipe. The Principal sees him kicking and fighting and tries to push up on him to release the pressure and get him free and this doesn't happen. So in two steps his teacher runs up the slide and hockey shirts G to get the shirt of his neck and allow him to breathe. They get him off the slide and he is okay, not saying anything and totally bewildered. Then he breaks into tears and they rush him to the nurse.




(The picture doesn't do justice for how bad it really is!!!)

After I heard this story I lost it! I picked up my boy and hugged him tighter than I ever could! All day I wanted to hold him because if the Principal and G's teacher had not been so aware and diligent on the playground I couldn't imagine the alternative. So remember to kiss and hug your babies everyday as I do and always tell them you love them......even when you are mad as hell at them.......let them know you still love them!

I am.....

I saw that my sister did this and I love fun quizzes like this!

I kinda already knew this.....but was still fun!!
Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Bette!

You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"

Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.

How to Get Along with Me

• * Stand up for yourself... and me.


• * Be confident, strong, and direct.


• * Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.


• * Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.


• * Give me space to be alone.


• * Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.


• * I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.


• * When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.

What I Like About Being a Bette

• * being independent and self-reliant


• * being able to take charge and meet challenges head on


• * being courageous, straightforward, and honest


• * getting all the enjoyment I can out of life


• * supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me


• * upholding just causes

What's Hard About Being a Bette

• * overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to


• * being restless and impatient with others' incompetence


• * sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it


• * never forgetting injuries or injustices


• * putting too much pressure on myself


• * getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right

Bettes as Children Often

• * are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit


• * are sometimes loners


• * seize control so they won't be controlled


• * figure out others' weaknesses


• * attack verbally or physically when provoked


• * take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings

Bettes as Parents

• * are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted


• * are sometimes overprotective


• * can be demanding, controlling, and rigid

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy

Before and Not Quite After

So I said like a week ago that I would be playing construction and not sure if I could blog......well let me share the fruits of my labor for the last week(s) or so which includes moving 200 sq. ft. of sh-tuff into my garage and other miscellaneous storage areas in my house. My shed is slowly morphing into what we will call the "pool house" if we ever sell our house. (BTW- We do have a pool to the left of the picture of the "pool house")



Painting is a slow and go....only because I hate to primer ugly colors.....so enjoy my crasptastic primer job that I am still working on. But the pool house will hold our office and a futon for folks to stay with us and the current office will become 200sq. ft. of play area for my munchkins with all their toys and a twin bed for naps and extra bed space. The huge queen seen in the picture will be moved into G's room so maybe he will quit sleeping in our room. He sneaks into our bed in the middle of the night since we have a super comfy Seely Posturpedic. So he gets the comfy huge queen. Luckiest 5 year old I know!!

Anyway here is what the interior looks like now....equipped with A/C for those bloody hot summers here in Arizona. Now all we have to do is put up the wall coverings and insulate the ceiling (I did a lot of the insulation with DH....and ALL of the painting by myself). But once the walls go up.....VOILA!!!! Office and area away from the kids. I plan to decorate the area and paint with colors that suggest....um.....whats the word....peace, solace, calm.

Not too late to Vote!

Remember to get out there and vote! The democratic and American way is to go out and voice our opinions through the power of the vote! Not just for the President Elect but for your local senators, propositions, judges, you name it!

The Working Mother

Ah yes the working mom. We know the stereotype as the Mom who works outside of the home. The mom who commutes and holds a "real" job. I can say I have come to resent that whole stereotypical bravado of "the working mom". I mean really, what am I doing.....sitting on my duff watching soap operas and eating take out?

I used to be the working mom. The stereotype in the expensive suits commuting to the office making me and my bosses lots and lots of money. I would get Starbucks for lunch and have expensive Vodka drinks after work and I would also be the working mom who would pick up her son from daycare. Yup, I was that Mom. I would drive tirelessly home to fix dinner, cawtch up on laundry and miscellaneous house work and get my son and husband to bed and I would finally crash, then I would wake at 5am to do the same thing all over again. Yes, I was the working mom.

But things haven't changed. Well, my wardrobe has and I added a few kids (by accident, not like I planned for my biology to say "Here, here's an extra egg smart girl").

Here is to the true working mom! The undervalued, underappreciated, underpayed, no thanks at all Mom who busts her ass everyday to take care of her children, her home, her husband and show pride in doing so. We are the true working Mom's.

I used to mock those women who would stay home. Like "What the hell? Yeah, you so do not have it rough lady?" Oh how I ate my words. Yes, one child is such a breeze. Believe me I got so much more accomplished but add a couple more and let me tell you.....well you probably know. The job is hard. Trying to appease three little mob bosses barking at you for more food at the table. Caring for the homeless when those children ask for "money", "Food" and "a ride somewhere". Yes, I just referenced children to being like a homeless person. Then add in the mix laundry, housecleaning, running the kids to this function or that, to and from school, yard work, dinner, dishes, then add a couple of screaming kids and you have to stop what you are doing to pay attention to that situation and your whole day can be shot. So the "working Mom"...yeah....that broad has got it easy. I did your job....for many years.....you come do mine and then we'll compare notes. Until then.....here is to the true working mom and all of our selflessness for caring for the ones we love and showing pride in our home. Way to go Girl!!!

Play on Words

We had a HUGE funny this evening that I knew I had to share with everyone!

So we have had major problems with the phone. For some retarded reason when someone calls my house I swear this nasty, obnoxious hum starts on the line and does not go away. We have had the service guys out here twice for it to no avail. Today, they came again after they were just here Saturday. The guy on Saturday was a real whiz I tell you! He showed up in a low rider.....asked to borrow our flash light......and used our ladder. Hmmmm, and you are the service guy coming unprepared to my house in that "hoop-dy"...nice one Pedro. Off topic...back to where I was headed. The service guys showed up this evening between 5-7 as promised....here is how the conversation went down between myself, DH, and G:

Me: Oh sweet, COX is here to work on the phone. Oh look and they brought reinforcements, there is two of them.

G: There is more....there is two guys here working Mama.
Me: Yup buddy, there are two COX here to work on the phone. (giggling uncontrollably)
G: TWO COX! Dada there are two COX here.
Me: Laughing uncontrollably and almost peeing my pants
DH: You need to get laid.
Me: But seriously, there are TWO COX guys out there working on the line.
G: Why is two COX so funny Mama.

At that time we are laughing so hard that I am distracted by the door bell ringing which saves the whole incident from explanation.