befoe I stat i have to mention on thing....i am typing on my hubby's laptop....and the "R" key is broken off....which means sometimes it types and sometimes it doesn't....so please keep this in mind while eading.....
I'm about to sound like a foagie here, but I remember the day when Valentines Day at school was about making those constuction paper coveed boxes and eveyone put in the small little cards.
Nowadays, it is not enough to put just a card....there must be attached a pencil, candies, rubber animal, eraser....some kids....(childen of the alpha moms)....come with an entie gift bag full of crap.
i miss the letter R.....I will sign off for now..
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Weekend Warriors
We have emerged from the wreckage.
Bruised but not broken.
Weak but not worn.
Operation Stomach Influenza commenced Thursday night.
Son #2 woke to the pounding pains of stomach turmoil.
One by one we fell.
literally.
For me, I had my first fainting experience.
Over the days and nights of infantry battle, younger troops shouted and cried,
"This is the worst _____ ever." Fill in the blanks here, because it was used many times.
Though we tried hard for days to protect the youngest and perceived weakest in our company, the babe woke from his nap and played happily in his own vomit, Sunday 2100 GMT. The last of our battalion to go.
Now we walk among the wreckage, piles of laundry and linens piled high and low like the forgotten dug trenches of war. Cups, spoons and crusts litter the landscape. Lysol and bleach wipes laugh at our attempts to do damage control.
The worst is over, for now.
As one of the soldiers proclaimed in the heat of battle, "this is the worst night of my life."
All I could tell him was "Oh how I wish it could be."
Bruised but not broken.
Weak but not worn.
Operation Stomach Influenza commenced Thursday night.
Son #2 woke to the pounding pains of stomach turmoil.
One by one we fell.
literally.
For me, I had my first fainting experience.
Over the days and nights of infantry battle, younger troops shouted and cried,
"This is the worst _____ ever." Fill in the blanks here, because it was used many times.
Though we tried hard for days to protect the youngest and perceived weakest in our company, the babe woke from his nap and played happily in his own vomit, Sunday 2100 GMT. The last of our battalion to go.
Now we walk among the wreckage, piles of laundry and linens piled high and low like the forgotten dug trenches of war. Cups, spoons and crusts litter the landscape. Lysol and bleach wipes laugh at our attempts to do damage control.
The worst is over, for now.
As one of the soldiers proclaimed in the heat of battle, "this is the worst night of my life."
All I could tell him was "Oh how I wish it could be."
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
oh baby
We are in full blown climbing stage around here. KC also got his first dose of "what happens when you torment a cat." It usually only takes one facial scratch, and the babies' tend to learn.
black hole of the internet
I am sucked into the internet tonight like an addict chasing a fill.
I bounce from bill pay to a charity search.
I check the baby care schedule of a friend to a search for a dog which I clearly do not need.
I have six email accounts.
I check my sister's, niece's my space pages. I check in on two blogs that I like.
I delete 2893 emails from my work account....I do this one at a time until I cleverly call the tech guy at work to ask him how to highlight the emails to speed this thing up....so now I delete 25 at a time. brutal.
I check out the vacation bible school curriculum for ideas for charities the kids can work for.
I try to put money in an IRA, but the page has rejected me.
I want to pay a bill, but can't find the account number.
I am so tired, but yet I cannot stop. I will regret this at 6am when my morning son will come and wake me for the day.
I feel like I get nothing done, and this is why I don't.
I bounce from bill pay to a charity search.
I check the baby care schedule of a friend to a search for a dog which I clearly do not need.
I have six email accounts.
I check my sister's, niece's my space pages. I check in on two blogs that I like.
I delete 2893 emails from my work account....I do this one at a time until I cleverly call the tech guy at work to ask him how to highlight the emails to speed this thing up....so now I delete 25 at a time. brutal.
I check out the vacation bible school curriculum for ideas for charities the kids can work for.
I try to put money in an IRA, but the page has rejected me.
I want to pay a bill, but can't find the account number.
I am so tired, but yet I cannot stop. I will regret this at 6am when my morning son will come and wake me for the day.
I feel like I get nothing done, and this is why I don't.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
OH brother....
Yesterday these are the words I heard my four-year old speak to his brother, "Who art thou?"
"Who art thou?"
As I type this I can hear him upstairs....chanting that classic Queen song "We Will Rock You."
The boys were exposed to this ditty at a Braves baseball game. Here's how it goes in our house, You know how it starts.....STOMP STOMP CLAP....STOMP STOMP CLAP....STOMP STOMP CLAP....
"we will we will....rock you
and sock you
and flush you down the toilet.
We hope you enjoy it. "
Oh brother who art thou?
"Who art thou?"
As I type this I can hear him upstairs....chanting that classic Queen song "We Will Rock You."
The boys were exposed to this ditty at a Braves baseball game. Here's how it goes in our house, You know how it starts.....STOMP STOMP CLAP....STOMP STOMP CLAP....STOMP STOMP CLAP....
"we will we will....rock you
and sock you
and flush you down the toilet.
We hope you enjoy it. "
Oh brother who art thou?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
real world
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to join the land of the paid working. It gave me the opportunity to work a different part of my brain.
I also feel more like a granny when I do things like that. When I go back to work I feel a little like Rip Van Winkle.....
The new technology....how do I turn this thing on?!
HEY where did they put the break room?!
I rub my eyes and wonder, "how did everyone get so old....so fat?"
Then I think they must be thinking the same thing of me.
I also learned a thing or two about the new world of music. One of my younger collegues...gave me some suggestions for my workout music selection.
I also feel more like a granny when I do things like that. When I go back to work I feel a little like Rip Van Winkle.....
The new technology....how do I turn this thing on?!
HEY where did they put the break room?!
I rub my eyes and wonder, "how did everyone get so old....so fat?"
Then I think they must be thinking the same thing of me.
I also learned a thing or two about the new world of music. One of my younger collegues...gave me some suggestions for my workout music selection.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
i'm back....hail to the chief
I couldn't stay away from my blog for too long....ten days. big deal.
I went back to work for a few days. So that had me scurrying around a bit.
Here is a letter I came across in my foyer.
It was in an envelope.....the paper was folded four times and decorated with red white and blue and pictures that resemble an American flag. Here is what it said......
"Dear Gorge bush
how is evry thing going
if it is to hard I can do it
and I Know that it is hard to be the presadint.
so try your best.
Love your friend K..."
I went back to work for a few days. So that had me scurrying around a bit.
Here is a letter I came across in my foyer.
It was in an envelope.....the paper was folded four times and decorated with red white and blue and pictures that resemble an American flag. Here is what it said......
"Dear Gorge bush
how is evry thing going
if it is to hard I can do it
and I Know that it is hard to be the presadint.
so try your best.
Love your friend K..."
Thursday, January 18, 2007
blog break
I'm taking a break from my blog for a while....I'm giving it two weeks.
I used to have constant blog dialogue running around in my brain. I'd take a pause in my day to write about our lives documenting it like a mini-Truman show.
Blogging is strange....therapeutic....challenging.....
I started out looking at it as a way to have conversations with my far away friends and family, but it has become more than that....part on-line scrapbook, part family history, part dear diary, part...it's cheaper than therapy.
But I need a break from it for now.
We'll see if I can do it.
I used to have constant blog dialogue running around in my brain. I'd take a pause in my day to write about our lives documenting it like a mini-Truman show.
Blogging is strange....therapeutic....challenging.....
I started out looking at it as a way to have conversations with my far away friends and family, but it has become more than that....part on-line scrapbook, part family history, part dear diary, part...it's cheaper than therapy.
But I need a break from it for now.
We'll see if I can do it.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
If you could
Random meaningless thoughts run are running around in my brain......
If you had a time /space machine and could go back and tell yourself some things you just would NOT have believed. What would they be?
Tonight these are the only three things I can think of...
1.) You will eat blue cheese....and like it.
2.) You will have THREE sons.
3.) You will drink coffee.
If you had a time /space machine and could go back and tell yourself some things you just would NOT have believed. What would they be?
Tonight these are the only three things I can think of...
1.) You will eat blue cheese....and like it.
2.) You will have THREE sons.
3.) You will drink coffee.
And you wonder where I get it?
I love this picture.This is a picture of my grandfather in the 1960's in White Sands, NM doing some version of Lawrence of Arabia.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
saturday
There is this odd feeling I had today. It is called, "I think I got enough sleep."
I put the baby down for a nap and then did the same to myself. I think I must have slept for well over an hour maybe two.
Now my head is remarkably clear...It is a very weird feeling.
Tonight K said he wanted to camp in the baby's room and "take care" of him. So he is in charge of fumbling around in the dark for a pacifer to stick in that baby's mouth if he needs it. Sounds good in theory to me, but this seven year old kid sleeps like a rock. This, despite his first two years of life when a creak in the floor in another part of the house would raise him fully awake and crying.
Q says he wants to be in charge of baby duty tomorrow night. Funny, as this is the kid, who can appear fully awake while he runs circles around your bedroom but is in full blown REM. One night, he came into my room crawled up on the bed, stood, and started to pull his PJ's down to pee on me. "DO YOU HAVE TO GO PEE PEE?!" I shouted. "Yes," he answered as I pulled him to the bathroom. He remembered none of it.
No wonder I don't get enough sleep.
I put the baby down for a nap and then did the same to myself. I think I must have slept for well over an hour maybe two.
Now my head is remarkably clear...It is a very weird feeling.
Tonight K said he wanted to camp in the baby's room and "take care" of him. So he is in charge of fumbling around in the dark for a pacifer to stick in that baby's mouth if he needs it. Sounds good in theory to me, but this seven year old kid sleeps like a rock. This, despite his first two years of life when a creak in the floor in another part of the house would raise him fully awake and crying.
Q says he wants to be in charge of baby duty tomorrow night. Funny, as this is the kid, who can appear fully awake while he runs circles around your bedroom but is in full blown REM. One night, he came into my room crawled up on the bed, stood, and started to pull his PJ's down to pee on me. "DO YOU HAVE TO GO PEE PEE?!" I shouted. "Yes," he answered as I pulled him to the bathroom. He remembered none of it.
No wonder I don't get enough sleep.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
food
One of the many great reasons to have kids is to live out all those great food memories.
Today I think I perfected the "inside s'more"
Q had a friend over to play. I pulled out the microwave popcorn and started making my s'mores.
2 long graham crackers
chocolate chips on top.....microwave for 1 minute
top with the mini marshmallows and broil until they brown in the toaster oven.
My two kids were psyched. The friend didn't want anything to do with it and I was glad. As my mom used to always say....more for me!
I had to make a pot of coffee because I always crash in a terrible way after eating that much sugar. So I use one food drug to counteract the other.
In other food news, a friend is having a girls night out at her house for a home cooked Italian meal tonight.
And Friday, I'm organizing another girls night at Super Suppers on Friday so I can get out of my cooking rut. I'm even tired of my own cooking.
Today I think I perfected the "inside s'more"
Q had a friend over to play. I pulled out the microwave popcorn and started making my s'mores.
2 long graham crackers
chocolate chips on top.....microwave for 1 minute
top with the mini marshmallows and broil until they brown in the toaster oven.
My two kids were psyched. The friend didn't want anything to do with it and I was glad. As my mom used to always say....more for me!
I had to make a pot of coffee because I always crash in a terrible way after eating that much sugar. So I use one food drug to counteract the other.
In other food news, a friend is having a girls night out at her house for a home cooked Italian meal tonight.
And Friday, I'm organizing another girls night at Super Suppers on Friday so I can get out of my cooking rut. I'm even tired of my own cooking.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
You know THAT look
It is the look. You know it.
When you approach the door of the child's classroom, and the teacher has THAT look on her face.
Today, I got THAT look twice.
I approached to pick up baby KC from the church's nursery. The nursery worker was standing, holding him and looked at me with relief in her eyes "thank God you are here."
"Ahm, we had a little thing with him...He crawled to the top of the bookshelf and was standing there like he was surfing."
He found a little chair pushed it to the shelf and started climbing. He hollared when he reached the victory of his everest, and they approached as quickly as they could without scaring him down.
When I approached the 4-year-old room, the Sunday school teacher had THAT look too. Apparently Q decided he couldn't part from his mother and protested when his father forced him into the room with the rest of them. So he stood in the corner for the hour kicking the cabinet.
School starts tomorrow for elementary and Tuesday for Q. I just realized that when people look at me I may have THAT look on my face all the time.
When you approach the door of the child's classroom, and the teacher has THAT look on her face.
Today, I got THAT look twice.
I approached to pick up baby KC from the church's nursery. The nursery worker was standing, holding him and looked at me with relief in her eyes "thank God you are here."
"Ahm, we had a little thing with him...He crawled to the top of the bookshelf and was standing there like he was surfing."
He found a little chair pushed it to the shelf and started climbing. He hollared when he reached the victory of his everest, and they approached as quickly as they could without scaring him down.
When I approached the 4-year-old room, the Sunday school teacher had THAT look too. Apparently Q decided he couldn't part from his mother and protested when his father forced him into the room with the rest of them. So he stood in the corner for the hour kicking the cabinet.
School starts tomorrow for elementary and Tuesday for Q. I just realized that when people look at me I may have THAT look on my face all the time.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Christmas morning 2006
K was really patient. He woke up early and waited upstairs until 745am when we finally could wake his brother. Here he is waiting for his papa to get the video camera ready.
Yeehaa!
Mr Grumpy Pants.....unhappy because we woke him up so early. He refused to be photographed in his pajamas so we had to wait for him to get dressed.
Rescue Heroes command center
K opens his telescope from Aunt Pat. This is the face of jubilation.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
better her than me
I went to try to help my friend that has the 4 year old, the 3 year old and newborn triplets. TRIPLETS.
Man, thankfully that is not me. whew.
I fed two babies, cleaned bottles, changed two diapers, and planted a small flat of pansies with the oldest boy. It was only two hours, there was so much more to do, but I had to leave.
She said once that she always looked at me with three small boys as the ultimate of busy and overwhelmed.
Let me tell, you she trumped me. big time.
Man, thankfully that is not me. whew.
I fed two babies, cleaned bottles, changed two diapers, and planted a small flat of pansies with the oldest boy. It was only two hours, there was so much more to do, but I had to leave.
She said once that she always looked at me with three small boys as the ultimate of busy and overwhelmed.
Let me tell, you she trumped me. big time.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
A new year
Things are in shambles around here.
More shelves and a light fixture for my ever evolving craft room. Two trips to IKEA and another two to Target, and now it is time to stay home and get things together.
Except oh yes, I have three kids. Two that fight and argue and bicker. And another that climbs and walks and falls and eats things he shouldn't. So I run interference, follow a toddler around, put grumpy kids in the corner, feed, wipe.....
Hunka and I went out for the first time as a couple on new year's eve. We were home by 9:30pm. So lame are we.
K has written Santa a thank you note. Here's what it says....
"Santa,
Thank you very much for the toys and books."
Then he adds an insert, an early request for next year,.... a picture of a boy playing with what looks like a large conch shell and a note that reads....
"I want a tuba Santa OK?"
More shelves and a light fixture for my ever evolving craft room. Two trips to IKEA and another two to Target, and now it is time to stay home and get things together.
Except oh yes, I have three kids. Two that fight and argue and bicker. And another that climbs and walks and falls and eats things he shouldn't. So I run interference, follow a toddler around, put grumpy kids in the corner, feed, wipe.....
Hunka and I went out for the first time as a couple on new year's eve. We were home by 9:30pm. So lame are we.
K has written Santa a thank you note. Here's what it says....
"Santa,
Thank you very much for the toys and books."
Then he adds an insert, an early request for next year,.... a picture of a boy playing with what looks like a large conch shell and a note that reads....
"I want a tuba Santa OK?"
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