Reenie, it seems, is on a mishievously destructive path this morning.
First she ripped about ten keys of the computer keyboard, and about sent Daddy through the roof.
Then, she did something quite funny, which is actually why I am posting. I wish, oh I wish I could have posted a picture about this one. I thought she was downstairs with big brother, so imagine my surprise when I found her sitting in my room with a box of... pantiliners.
Yep, big white stickers, apparently. She had peeled the backs off of almost all the pantiliners, and was, get this, sticking them all over a ball. I just had to laugh, and then she peeled the clump of pantiliners and handed them to me. A gift. How lovely.
I hope this makes you laugh as much as I did. Little 19 month old girl with a box of pantiliners, a small purple ball, and a smile on her face. So innocently making a mess.
It's so early still, I wonder what else this day might hold. Any guesses as to what she might get into next?
Editor's Note: E later found said pantiliners and was sticking them to the bottom of his feet and calling them shoes. They were just the right size.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Monday Morning Confessions: Tasks I Do NOT Enjoy
I was going to title this post "Kid Tasks I Don't Like" but I didn't want to portray parenthood too negatively. Plus in all honesty, I really couldn't come up with many! Except for...
1. Blowing Bubbles for the Kids.
Yeah, don't like it. I love seeing their delight, but I hate the stickies on my fingers and the way they always want to do it themselves, so... Enter the My First Bubble Blower!
They just pull the handle and bubbles shoot out the top, I do nothing, they get bubbles and I don'thave to clean anything afterwards! (Amazon sells it for $12, we got ours on sale at the Tar-jhay for $10 on sale.)
2. Mopping the Floors
Not so much the task, but the preparation. The sweeping, the furniture moving, the buckets... Ugh.
3. Taking Showers
Before I go on, I do shower on a regular basis, and I consider myself quite clean. I do enjoy being in the shower, but getting out (cold!), drying off, and having to do my hair are mega-MEGA unfun.
4. Bra Shopping
Haven't done it lately, but it needs to be done. I just hate going and trying them on and seeing how every single brazier fits me in some uniquely strange way. I mean, the bra sizing is not quite accurate is it? They should sell sizes like 34 A perky, or 44 D hangs low, or for me 36 C has nursed two babies and is currently pregnant. Wouldn't that make it easier? Ooh! Or some kind of Jetson's style machine where you just walk in and walk out with a perfectly fitting bra. Yeah. Sounds good.
5. Being Sick
Not exactly a "task" per se, but I am sick today. Sore throat, lack of voice, head bursting, phlegm. Not fun. At least it's snowing outside, so I have double excuses to have a lazy movie watching day with the kiddies.
All right, I know you don't love doing everything. So I turn it over to you for your own confessions...
1. Blowing Bubbles for the Kids.
Yeah, don't like it. I love seeing their delight, but I hate the stickies on my fingers and the way they always want to do it themselves, so... Enter the My First Bubble Blower!
They just pull the handle and bubbles shoot out the top, I do nothing, they get bubbles and I don'thave to clean anything afterwards! (Amazon sells it for $12, we got ours on sale at the Tar-jhay for $10 on sale.)
2. Mopping the Floors
Not so much the task, but the preparation. The sweeping, the furniture moving, the buckets... Ugh.
3. Taking Showers
Before I go on, I do shower on a regular basis, and I consider myself quite clean. I do enjoy being in the shower, but getting out (cold!), drying off, and having to do my hair are mega-MEGA unfun.
4. Bra Shopping
Haven't done it lately, but it needs to be done. I just hate going and trying them on and seeing how every single brazier fits me in some uniquely strange way. I mean, the bra sizing is not quite accurate is it? They should sell sizes like 34 A perky, or 44 D hangs low, or for me 36 C has nursed two babies and is currently pregnant. Wouldn't that make it easier? Ooh! Or some kind of Jetson's style machine where you just walk in and walk out with a perfectly fitting bra. Yeah. Sounds good.
5. Being Sick
Not exactly a "task" per se, but I am sick today. Sore throat, lack of voice, head bursting, phlegm. Not fun. At least it's snowing outside, so I have double excuses to have a lazy movie watching day with the kiddies.
All right, I know you don't love doing everything. So I turn it over to you for your own confessions...
Friday, April 14, 2006
Unrealistic
So, I was doing a little online window browsing for maternity clothes this morning and I came across this image:
Anyone else believing this? This is supposed to be a pregnant woman in a swimsuit bottom. I take issue with this image for the following reasons:
1. This woman if pregnant at all, is not very far along. She will not look like this for her entire pregnancy. She will be much, much bigger.
2. Sure, I'd wear a bikini if my tummy was all shiny and flawless and airbrushed!
3. What is up with the media? It's bad enough that they make women feel the need to be perfect looking when NOT pregnant, but come on! Cut us some slack when we're eating for two!
Having said number three, I really enjoy my pregnant body. I love being curvy for a legitimate reason (and not because I ate too many bon bons) and I can't get enough of the big belly. That said, if anyone else were to see me in the buff, they might not agree with my positive body self image.
I think we can all relate here, don't you?
Anyone else believing this? This is supposed to be a pregnant woman in a swimsuit bottom. I take issue with this image for the following reasons:
1. This woman if pregnant at all, is not very far along. She will not look like this for her entire pregnancy. She will be much, much bigger.
2. Sure, I'd wear a bikini if my tummy was all shiny and flawless and airbrushed!
3. What is up with the media? It's bad enough that they make women feel the need to be perfect looking when NOT pregnant, but come on! Cut us some slack when we're eating for two!
Having said number three, I really enjoy my pregnant body. I love being curvy for a legitimate reason (and not because I ate too many bon bons) and I can't get enough of the big belly. That said, if anyone else were to see me in the buff, they might not agree with my positive body self image.
I think we can all relate here, don't you?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
A Tale of Two Warts
As you may recall, I went in about a month ago to see the doctor concerning some warts of mine on the soles of my feet. I have decided that wart removal is a little bit like cosmetic surgery. Lemme Esplain:
1. It's painful. The procedure itself is bad, but the recovery pain is worse. I felt like the biggest dork limping around for three or four days-- not because I was injured, but because of a voluntary procedure I had undergone.
2. It 'aint pretty. I have seen the pictures of those recovering from going under the knife. They don't look good. At first my warts turned black, then they peeled off taking some outer skin leaving me with a peeled back blister revealing tender pink skin. Grossedy-ossey-gross.
3. You must go through the ugly stage to reach the swan stage. I know that once it is all over I should have my beautiful smooth foot skin once again. A couple weeks ago, I looked at Reenie's cute little toddler feet and was very envious. Soon, I told myself, soon.
4. Sometimes you have to do it again. Yep, I am going to have to go in again for "the big one." She is still around, though not as massive. I shudder. I do not want to go again...
Well, that's it in my world. What's going on with you? I hope none of you have to deal with warts.
1. It's painful. The procedure itself is bad, but the recovery pain is worse. I felt like the biggest dork limping around for three or four days-- not because I was injured, but because of a voluntary procedure I had undergone.
2. It 'aint pretty. I have seen the pictures of those recovering from going under the knife. They don't look good. At first my warts turned black, then they peeled off taking some outer skin leaving me with a peeled back blister revealing tender pink skin. Grossedy-ossey-gross.
3. You must go through the ugly stage to reach the swan stage. I know that once it is all over I should have my beautiful smooth foot skin once again. A couple weeks ago, I looked at Reenie's cute little toddler feet and was very envious. Soon, I told myself, soon.
4. Sometimes you have to do it again. Yep, I am going to have to go in again for "the big one." She is still around, though not as massive. I shudder. I do not want to go again...
Well, that's it in my world. What's going on with you? I hope none of you have to deal with warts.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
What not to do
Here is what I do not suggest. Never, ever, EVER adopt a dog when you have an 19 month old, a 3 1/2 year old and are 5 months pregnant. It may sound like a good idea at the time, but let me tell you, it oh so very is not.
Yeah, we adopted a German Short Hair Pointer today at shortly before 1 pm. Shortly after 5 pm, we returned her to the rescue group.
I feel like a dork. I feel stupid. I feel inadequate. And I feel oh so incredibly relieved that the dog is out of my house.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love dogs. And this dog was great with my kids and they LOVED her. They were draping themselves over her, pulling on her tail and hitting her and she could have cared less. What I could have cared less for was the multiple times she peed (and pooped) on my carpet, her indifference to me, and the way she escaped causing us to drive around the neighborhood before we could leash her and force her into the car.
I feel like I haven't had a break all day.
It was like having my post-partum depression all over again. I cried all day and was exhausted and I spent so much time tending to the dog, that I ignored my kids. (More than I usually do anyway. :))
Well, it's over. The kids didn't seem to care that I took her back, since they didn't know we could potentially have her forever anyway. The shelter refunded my adoption fee and I am only out about $50 which I spent on dog food and stuff, but that I donated to the rescue group. At least they got something out of it.
So what have I learned? Dogs are a lot of work, they are like having another child, and shelter dogs are like step-children since you still have all the responsibility and they don't have any loyalty to you. And don't get a dog unless you have a fence. I just couldn't take trying to keep the dog and the kids from escaping our backyard.
And I have learned that other peoples dogs are great for my kids. Just fine.
Yeah, we adopted a German Short Hair Pointer today at shortly before 1 pm. Shortly after 5 pm, we returned her to the rescue group.
I feel like a dork. I feel stupid. I feel inadequate. And I feel oh so incredibly relieved that the dog is out of my house.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love dogs. And this dog was great with my kids and they LOVED her. They were draping themselves over her, pulling on her tail and hitting her and she could have cared less. What I could have cared less for was the multiple times she peed (and pooped) on my carpet, her indifference to me, and the way she escaped causing us to drive around the neighborhood before we could leash her and force her into the car.
I feel like I haven't had a break all day.
It was like having my post-partum depression all over again. I cried all day and was exhausted and I spent so much time tending to the dog, that I ignored my kids. (More than I usually do anyway. :))
Well, it's over. The kids didn't seem to care that I took her back, since they didn't know we could potentially have her forever anyway. The shelter refunded my adoption fee and I am only out about $50 which I spent on dog food and stuff, but that I donated to the rescue group. At least they got something out of it.
So what have I learned? Dogs are a lot of work, they are like having another child, and shelter dogs are like step-children since you still have all the responsibility and they don't have any loyalty to you. And don't get a dog unless you have a fence. I just couldn't take trying to keep the dog and the kids from escaping our backyard.
And I have learned that other peoples dogs are great for my kids. Just fine.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Should we let him open his own bank account?
So E knows what money is. He recognizes coins as money, and dollar bills as money. (As a side note, he once slipped me a fifty while I was taking a nap.) Anyway. I don't know if he knows what money is for, but as it turns out this kid may be more observant than I thought. Yesterday he brought me my American Express card and said, "Here's your money, Mom."
Wow.
Since we've never called credit cards money, I was impressed.
Not bad for a three year old, eh?
Wow.
Since we've never called credit cards money, I was impressed.
Not bad for a three year old, eh?
Friday, April 07, 2006
Invention
I have come up with an invention that is going to revolutionize the modern world-- the voice activated brasier.
Think about it.
You would never have to adjust a slipping bra strap again! You would never have to reach into your shirt in a public place to fix the ladies! Just say out loud (probably a whisper) "tighten straps" or "strap slipping: adjust please" or even "give us a boost."
Come on, you know it would be a great invention. I came up with it actually when I was trying to tighten my straps the other night and could not quite reach the adjuster part. It was quite awkward. This invention could fix such problems.
What do you think? Have I got a winner here, or what?
Think about it.
You would never have to adjust a slipping bra strap again! You would never have to reach into your shirt in a public place to fix the ladies! Just say out loud (probably a whisper) "tighten straps" or "strap slipping: adjust please" or even "give us a boost."
Come on, you know it would be a great invention. I came up with it actually when I was trying to tighten my straps the other night and could not quite reach the adjuster part. It was quite awkward. This invention could fix such problems.
What do you think? Have I got a winner here, or what?
Monday, April 03, 2006
Monday MorningConfessions: Irrational Fears
1. The Dark
Yes, I am afraid of the dark. Not as much as I used to be, but mirrors in the dark irk me, and I don't see very well in the dark, so there you go.
2. My children falling from heights
I guess I could have just said I am afraid of heights, but really it's more that I am afraid of falling or dropping my kids. Not that I ever would, but I am a little paranoid. In fact we have an open banister that I always walk as far away from as possible whenever I carry Reenie, and I always get nervous when Charming has the kids on his shoulders and we are walking on the second story floor of a mall. So weird, I know.
3. Terrorists
This is sad to say, because isn't this why they are called terrorists? I know I shouldn't be, but every time I see someone suspicious looking, I get a little edgy, don't you?
4. Death
I have a pretty good concept of where we go when we die, and that is not the part I fear necessarily. It's more that I fear the way I could die, or the fear of leaving my kids behind without their mommy.
5. Dogs roaming around without a leash
I love dogs, but dogs I don't know... hmmm... iffy. There are a lot of dogs in our neighborhood and often they are just sitting in their front yards without leashes. This drives me crazy, as I am always afraid they are going to run out and try and get me. If I were ever to become a gun owner, it would be to protect myself from attacking dogs.
Okay, so it isn't necessarily good to be afraid--we know that fear is not of God-- but nevertheless, I know that some of you out there have a few fears. What are they? Come on, don't be afraid to tell.
Yes, I am afraid of the dark. Not as much as I used to be, but mirrors in the dark irk me, and I don't see very well in the dark, so there you go.
2. My children falling from heights
I guess I could have just said I am afraid of heights, but really it's more that I am afraid of falling or dropping my kids. Not that I ever would, but I am a little paranoid. In fact we have an open banister that I always walk as far away from as possible whenever I carry Reenie, and I always get nervous when Charming has the kids on his shoulders and we are walking on the second story floor of a mall. So weird, I know.
3. Terrorists
This is sad to say, because isn't this why they are called terrorists? I know I shouldn't be, but every time I see someone suspicious looking, I get a little edgy, don't you?
4. Death
I have a pretty good concept of where we go when we die, and that is not the part I fear necessarily. It's more that I fear the way I could die, or the fear of leaving my kids behind without their mommy.
5. Dogs roaming around without a leash
I love dogs, but dogs I don't know... hmmm... iffy. There are a lot of dogs in our neighborhood and often they are just sitting in their front yards without leashes. This drives me crazy, as I am always afraid they are going to run out and try and get me. If I were ever to become a gun owner, it would be to protect myself from attacking dogs.
Okay, so it isn't necessarily good to be afraid--we know that fear is not of God-- but nevertheless, I know that some of you out there have a few fears. What are they? Come on, don't be afraid to tell.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Busy but Loving It
Well, it's been a busy week and it's not over yet. I have had two Creative Memories parties this week (much success!) and tonight is Charming's Birthday Event. (He's 30 today... shhhhh...)
So here is something funny that happened the other day. The kids and I were in the bath and I told them that I had a baby in my tummy. Reenie was like hee-hee, poke, squeeze, and E says, "Yeah! That's your baby! You have a baby in there" The next day, I was on the couch and E announces, "I have to go potty." He then squeezes his belly and says, "I have a baby in here," and leaves. It was amusing.
And another day Reenie is rocking on her rocking horse and we have this conversation:
Me: Are you Reenie Smith?
Reenie: NO
Me: Are you Reenie Diaper?
Reenie: No...
Me: Are you Reenie Crazy Horse?
Reenie: Yeah.
So they are pretty cute. And I just wanted to say in this post that I have been really happy with my life lately. For those of you who have been reading for awhile, you might know that I have really struggled this past year with post-partum depression, a major move, not having friends etc, but I will say I think I have finally arrived. I am in a place where I feel like I could stay for awhile, I am starting to feel like I have friends that I can just call up and ask to hang out, and things are going pretty well. So yea for me.
So here is something funny that happened the other day. The kids and I were in the bath and I told them that I had a baby in my tummy. Reenie was like hee-hee, poke, squeeze, and E says, "Yeah! That's your baby! You have a baby in there" The next day, I was on the couch and E announces, "I have to go potty." He then squeezes his belly and says, "I have a baby in here," and leaves. It was amusing.
And another day Reenie is rocking on her rocking horse and we have this conversation:
Me: Are you Reenie Smith?
Reenie: NO
Me: Are you Reenie Diaper?
Reenie: No...
Me: Are you Reenie Crazy Horse?
Reenie: Yeah.
So they are pretty cute. And I just wanted to say in this post that I have been really happy with my life lately. For those of you who have been reading for awhile, you might know that I have really struggled this past year with post-partum depression, a major move, not having friends etc, but I will say I think I have finally arrived. I am in a place where I feel like I could stay for awhile, I am starting to feel like I have friends that I can just call up and ask to hang out, and things are going pretty well. So yea for me.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
That Crazy E Kid
So, sorry it's been a few days. I have been busy, and I may not post again for a few more days after this. But don't be sad, be happy that I am doing so well that I don't need to blog!
Yeah, so E. He's funny. He got this blood blister about a week ago and then it popped, so he of course felt that he needed a band-aid. We gave it to him, but every time it came off, he cried and begged for it back. So we just kept giving him new ones. Until he no longer wanted a new one... he wanted the same one. I looked at the band-aid he was wearing yesterday and let me tell you it was nasty. It was all frayed and dirty and gross. This morning it was gone, and I assumed it had fallen off in the night or Charming had secretly removed it. Whatever. E seemed not to miss it. Then when we were leaving for the store today we open the door to the garage and he gasps. "Oh NO! What is THAT on the Ground?" he says. I thought he meant the paint cans. Nope, he had seen one of his bandaids, still in its little finger roll. It was not el-nastito band-aid-ito from yesterday but one from earlier this week. Despite my objections, he insisted on wearing it.
Eeeww, gross.
And now more from funny E.
A little while ago, Daring Young Mom held a contest to name her new van. At the time I remember thinking, "I need a name for my van too." Well, apparently I don't need to worry about that anymore. E informed us yesterday that the van's name is Lady. Wheew! Glad I got that one taken care of.
Yeah, so E. He's funny. He got this blood blister about a week ago and then it popped, so he of course felt that he needed a band-aid. We gave it to him, but every time it came off, he cried and begged for it back. So we just kept giving him new ones. Until he no longer wanted a new one... he wanted the same one. I looked at the band-aid he was wearing yesterday and let me tell you it was nasty. It was all frayed and dirty and gross. This morning it was gone, and I assumed it had fallen off in the night or Charming had secretly removed it. Whatever. E seemed not to miss it. Then when we were leaving for the store today we open the door to the garage and he gasps. "Oh NO! What is THAT on the Ground?" he says. I thought he meant the paint cans. Nope, he had seen one of his bandaids, still in its little finger roll. It was not el-nastito band-aid-ito from yesterday but one from earlier this week. Despite my objections, he insisted on wearing it.
Eeeww, gross.
And now more from funny E.
A little while ago, Daring Young Mom held a contest to name her new van. At the time I remember thinking, "I need a name for my van too." Well, apparently I don't need to worry about that anymore. E informed us yesterday that the van's name is Lady. Wheew! Glad I got that one taken care of.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Cucumber
I couldn't come up with a good title for this post, so I just used the first word that came to mind.Anyway.
We have this cute book at our house called "The Way I Feel" by Janan Cain. Each page talks about a different feeling. For example, the last page is PROUD. I was reading it with Reenie today and noticed that she was sort of saying the words along with me. So I decided to leave off the last word on the page and let her fill it in. It went like this:
Me: "Proud. I did it! I did it! I shout to the crowd. Getting dressed by myself makes me feel..."
Reenie: Happy.
The correct word is obviously proud, but I just thought it was cute how she sensed that they were similar emotions. Pretty smart for a year and half. And very cute.
And on another topic, I have been cleaning today. I have several methods that I would like to share with you for tackling the big overwhelming looking messes:
1.Listen to Music. A must for the cleaning. Today I chose some music by the Bulgarian Women's Choir
2. Start in one area and work your way around. Sometimes this means just picking a corner and moving along until everything is spotless, or you can choose an area to start with such as the floor and then move to countertops (this is what I did today.)
3. If you are really overwhelmed give yourself a time limit. Say "I am going to clean for twenty minutes straight," and then set the timer. Often you will find you can keep going, and you will be amazed at what you can do in a small amount of time.
Anyway. That's my post today. My cute kid, and my cleaning tips. Cucumber. Go figure.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Something Serious
I have a friend who has been married for over a decade, is still young, and is childless much to her own pain and sorrow. It always makes me sad for her and I never know what to say and when I found out I was pregnant I was scared to tell her. And I wonder why it is that she who wants children so badly, should not be allowed to have them, when other people who maybe don't want children or who don't really care have them so easily and sometimes mistreat them. I just struggle with this so much as I can't understand why life is so unfair sometimes. Here's me white knuckling the journey to having a third child, and here's so and so struggling with fertility.
I guess I just have to trust that Heavenly Father is aware of everyone and knows what's best and in the end has a greater plan than any of us can fathom.
The other night as I lay next to my children trying to help them get back to sleep, I thought of my childless friend. I thought of all the things that she can do because she does not have kids. And I asked myself the important question-- "would I trade my kids so I could have those things?"
And of course the answer was no.
Even though I am rarely put together, even though my house is general chaos most of the time, and even though I am putting many of my own dreams on hold, I would never ever trade this life and these children for anything. Even though they are my greatest trial, they bring me such joy and they are so incredibly wonderful.
And I continue to wish and pray and hope for my childless friends out there. I desperately wish for you to be blessed with what I have. But if you never are, know that God still loves you and He sees the whole picture. And I know that I can not know your pain, but that He can and the Savior can. And even though I don't understand why we are all given such different challenges int his life, He does. And though I trust that God is in charge and knows everything, I sometimes wish I could have a little glimpse so I could understand things a little better myself.
And I am stopping my religiousy tangent now. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Something more lighthearted next post.
I guess I just have to trust that Heavenly Father is aware of everyone and knows what's best and in the end has a greater plan than any of us can fathom.
The other night as I lay next to my children trying to help them get back to sleep, I thought of my childless friend. I thought of all the things that she can do because she does not have kids. And I asked myself the important question-- "would I trade my kids so I could have those things?"
And of course the answer was no.
Even though I am rarely put together, even though my house is general chaos most of the time, and even though I am putting many of my own dreams on hold, I would never ever trade this life and these children for anything. Even though they are my greatest trial, they bring me such joy and they are so incredibly wonderful.
And I continue to wish and pray and hope for my childless friends out there. I desperately wish for you to be blessed with what I have. But if you never are, know that God still loves you and He sees the whole picture. And I know that I can not know your pain, but that He can and the Savior can. And even though I don't understand why we are all given such different challenges int his life, He does. And though I trust that God is in charge and knows everything, I sometimes wish I could have a little glimpse so I could understand things a little better myself.
And I am stopping my religiousy tangent now. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Something more lighthearted next post.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Warts and Fame
This post is about two things: my experience yesterday with some wart removal and fame and blogrolls. Okay fine, three things.
So I went to the doctor yesterday to have some warts removed off of the bottoms of my feet. I have had the “big one” since I was pregnant with E (in other words, four years) and I am pretty tired of it. First of all when I get there, they take me to the “procedure room.” This sounded slightly daunting, as you can imagine. Shelves filled with all kinds of medical things, and lots of football memorabilia including pictures of Steve Young and a Joe Nameth signed jersey. And then the doc comes in. He looks at my feet, makes a comment about their nastiness and tells me what we are going to do. So then here I am laying on my stomach (thank goodness I am not further along) with my bum facing the doc while he burns the living daylights out of my feet. Well, freezes actually, but the sensation was stinging, fiery heck-like burning.
And then I am done. He tells me the stinging should go away in about twenty minutes. It's not really that bad now, I think to myself. I limp to my car, feeling like a dork, and start the drive home. It is not long into the drive when the “stinging” begins. Let me clarify-- burning worse than the initial 'procedure. In fact, I seriously had to check to make sure there was not an actual fire coming from my shoes as it was my entire feet that were in pain and not just the wart sites. Thinking how unsafe of a driver I must be, I drive with as much care and speed as I can to get home.
Now let me just tell you, a little wart removal causes a lot of pain (more than twenty minutes worth) and paraplegic type behavior. I limped and crawled around my house all afternoon and evening until my blessed bedtime arrived. Feeling better today, but still limping.
So in my limping state I receive a phone call from a friend yesterday. She tells me some exciting news about her blog, basically indicating that she is about to become very popular and famous. I am happy for her as she is very talented and cool. But it starts me a 'thinkin.
I want to be famous.
Why? I ask myself. Surely it is not so that my life can be public property or so that I can be chased by paparazzi. But I think that each of us desires a little fame so that we can be recognized. So that we can feel special, or important. We want to be popular and well liked. And I think this is part of the reason that I blog. People that don't even know me are reading me and essentially validating me and saying, “we think you're cool.” It's this desire for “fame” as it were, that makes me upset when I get no comments or feel rejected when someone removes me from their blogroll.
Yes, I was recently removed from someone's blogroll. Devastating. (Although, she and I have since come to an understanding.) But you know what? As I thought about it, I realized that there really is only one blogroll that matters. Heavenly Father has a blogroll of inifinite proportions, and He is reading the blog of my life every day and not missing a single detail. He is aware of me and He loves me and He is laughing and crying right along with me. He may not always leave comments, but I can always tell him what I am thinking and feel His love for me. And the best part? Everyone is on His blogroll-- He never deletes them, even when He finds their material offensive. Isn't that so great? I may not be famous, but I am important and special. And somebody really important thinks that I am awesome.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Royal Sleep Requires a King
My mom has a king sized bed that she paid $2.50 for. Yes you read that right, it cost two dollars and fifty cents. She has a knack for getting the great deals, though actually, my stepdad was the one who scored this one. He was at an auction with my grandpa and no one was bidding on this king sized mattress (of course it has a waterbed frame, and that's a little unusual) and so when the auctioneer got down to $2.50 my stepdad was like, "what they hey, I'll go for it." Now they have a king sized bed that cost them less than a kids meal at Carl's Jr.
And I am jealous.
E last night climbed into our bed at 2 am. Charming didn't notice this, even though E climbed directly over him to get in. For whatever reason, E feels he must sleep on his back to take up as much room on the bed as possible. In addition to this he has a reflex that causes him to swing his arm out when he is sleeping on his back. So, yes, I was smacked in the face for three hours by a three year old until I finally asked Charming to put the boy in his own bed. My husband is a deep sleeper, and he is not very coherent when you wake him. Since he didn't know E was in our bed, I don't know that he knew what I had asked him to do. He asked me, "how do I do it?" Ummm, pick him up and put him in his bed.
Anyway. I so very desperately desire a king size bed of my very own. Anyone selling one? I don't think I can pay more than two dollars and fifty cents. Let me know if you hear of anything. And umm, don't forget to add on to the story from the last post. It needs your mad writing skills!
And I am jealous.
E last night climbed into our bed at 2 am. Charming didn't notice this, even though E climbed directly over him to get in. For whatever reason, E feels he must sleep on his back to take up as much room on the bed as possible. In addition to this he has a reflex that causes him to swing his arm out when he is sleeping on his back. So, yes, I was smacked in the face for three hours by a three year old until I finally asked Charming to put the boy in his own bed. My husband is a deep sleeper, and he is not very coherent when you wake him. Since he didn't know E was in our bed, I don't know that he knew what I had asked him to do. He asked me, "how do I do it?" Ummm, pick him up and put him in his bed.
Anyway. I so very desperately desire a king size bed of my very own. Anyone selling one? I don't think I can pay more than two dollars and fifty cents. Let me know if you hear of anything. And umm, don't forget to add on to the story from the last post. It needs your mad writing skills!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
My Life as Fiction
The Princess Mom awoke to an unusual morning sound-- silence. But where were the children? Sleeping? But no! It couldn't be. But it was indeed true, the children and Charming had slept in. She poked her sleeping husband and asked him if he was planning on going to work.
"Yes, I am going," he said.
"Well you better get up," she told him.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll get there by nine."
She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 8:22.
The Princess Mom sighed. How wonderful that she could sleep in now if she wanted to. And yet, her stomach grumbled. Cheerios with bananas and strawberries, she thought. And the concoction sounded so tempting she had to get out of bed.
Before heading downstairs she looked out the window. Pure whiteness. Snow was blowing all directions and a good 8 or 9 inches covered the ground. She found the sight beautiful and yet knew it would blow all her plans for the day. Well, at least I won't have to sit through the most boring and age inappropriate story time ever at the library, was her reassuring feeling. But it is March, time for spring! I want to garden and go to the park! Her irritation soon gone, she went down to eat her breakfast.
Charming arrived downstairs at 9:30, ready to leave for work. "Do you want to shovel today, or should I do it?"he naively asked her. She gave him the look. He got the shovel and set out to clearing the driveway. She went upstairs, found the children playing with their new train table, and started thinking about a shower. As she gathered up her clothes, she sighed yet again. Ugh, maternity undergarments. Am I that big already? Resigned to her fate, she set off to get clean, but first she took a minute to peer out the window to watch her husband hard at work with the snow shovel. She noticed that no one else had done their driveways and opened the window to tell him so.
"Yeah, well Wednesday is not a big working day," he joked.
"Mmm hmm. I hear it's becoming the new Saturday," she said back.
"Most people are thinking they want a break in the middle of the week instead of two days at the end," he finished.
"You're funny," she told him as she shut the window and went on with her routine.
Ten minutes later, showered and dressed, the Princess Mom went downstairs and started the hot cocoa maker. (Yes there is such a thing). When Charming came in they both had a frothy cup of hot chocolate, said their morning family prayer and then he was off to work. It was 10 am.
Well, she thought, time to start my day. She started to clean but was interupted by...
Okay, you know the drill. Time for you to finish up the story. Come on, make my day a little more interesting...
"Yeah, well Wednesday is not a big working day," he joked.
"Mmm hmm. I hear it's becoming the new Saturday," she said back.
"Most people are thinking they want a break in the middle of the week instead of two days at the end," he finished.
"You're funny," she told him as she shut the window and went on with her routine.
Ten minutes later, showered and dressed, the Princess Mom went downstairs and started the hot cocoa maker. (Yes there is such a thing). When Charming came in they both had a frothy cup of hot chocolate, said their morning family prayer and then he was off to work. It was 10 am.
Well, she thought, time to start my day. She started to clean but was interupted by...
Okay, you know the drill. Time for you to finish up the story. Come on, make my day a little more interesting...
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Monday Morning Confessions: Things I Cannot Do
Okay, so it's actually Sunday night, but I am sure you'll get over it... Anyway, things I can't do, taking a deep breath and hoping you won't judge me...
1. Crochet
I have mentioned this one before, but you know I will tell you again, I just can't do it. Many have tried to teach me, many have failed.
2. Measure out the correct amount of dry pasta to get the correct quantity of cooked pasta
I typically err on the side of too much, which is typically what I get-- too many noodles. Better than not enough, I guess.
3. Cut E's hair in a normal, not retarded looking style
I blame the boy for this. It really is his fault more than it is mine, since he's the one who jerks his head at just the wrong moment so that his hair is cut really short in the back. Now, even if it wasn't me who had cut the hair, people are still going to be looking at me funny. This is the sad thing-- I get the funny looks when he's the one who looks like he took a weed whacker to his own head.
4. Understand why my kids are so weird
Okay, this uis just an excuse to post the following conversation with my 18 month old
Me: (pointing at myself) Who's this?
Reenie: Mommo (No it's not a typo, she does call me Momm-O from time to time)
Me: (pointing to Reenie) Who's this?
Reenie: E! (her brother's name) Ha ha ha hee hee ho.
Me: No, who is this? (still pointing to her)
Reenie: E! (more laughter)
Me: (pointing at E) Then who's that?
Reenie: E.
Me:Then who are you?
Reenie: Daddy. Ah ha ha ho ho hee hee hee.
Me: No, you're Reenie. Can you say Reenie?
Reenie: Yep.
Me: Say Reenie!
Reenie: E.
I don't know if she's pulling my leg or if she is confused as to how names work. It could be the latter since she frequently calls me Daddy or Charming Mommy. Weird kid.
5. Turn off the smoke alarm, apparently
Small kitchen fire tonight, err uh last night since this is umm, Monday's confessions. Anyway, the smoke alarm gets going and I get my chair and try to turn the cursed thing off (it doesn't take much smoke to get a reaction throughout the house). No dice. The alarm is screaming in my ears and I am trying desperately to turn it off, holding the button for a long time, or pushing it rapidly, and I get nothing. Nothing. Nothing but loudness in my ears. Charming comes down, turns it off, and gives me a dirty look (he has sensitive ears) and leaves. Oh well. I can put out a kitchen fire anyway-- baking soda, it really works.
Okay, so enough about me. I know none of you are all powerful or infinitely talented (though some of you may come close) so make me feel better about my own shortcomings. What can't you do?
1. Crochet
I have mentioned this one before, but you know I will tell you again, I just can't do it. Many have tried to teach me, many have failed.
2. Measure out the correct amount of dry pasta to get the correct quantity of cooked pasta
I typically err on the side of too much, which is typically what I get-- too many noodles. Better than not enough, I guess.
3. Cut E's hair in a normal, not retarded looking style
I blame the boy for this. It really is his fault more than it is mine, since he's the one who jerks his head at just the wrong moment so that his hair is cut really short in the back. Now, even if it wasn't me who had cut the hair, people are still going to be looking at me funny. This is the sad thing-- I get the funny looks when he's the one who looks like he took a weed whacker to his own head.
4. Understand why my kids are so weird
Okay, this uis just an excuse to post the following conversation with my 18 month old
Me: (pointing at myself) Who's this?
Reenie: Mommo (No it's not a typo, she does call me Momm-O from time to time)
Me: (pointing to Reenie) Who's this?
Reenie: E! (her brother's name) Ha ha ha hee hee ho.
Me: No, who is this? (still pointing to her)
Reenie: E! (more laughter)
Me: (pointing at E) Then who's that?
Reenie: E.
Me:Then who are you?
Reenie: Daddy. Ah ha ha ho ho hee hee hee.
Me: No, you're Reenie. Can you say Reenie?
Reenie: Yep.
Me: Say Reenie!
Reenie: E.
I don't know if she's pulling my leg or if she is confused as to how names work. It could be the latter since she frequently calls me Daddy or Charming Mommy. Weird kid.
5. Turn off the smoke alarm, apparently
Small kitchen fire tonight, err uh last night since this is umm, Monday's confessions. Anyway, the smoke alarm gets going and I get my chair and try to turn the cursed thing off (it doesn't take much smoke to get a reaction throughout the house). No dice. The alarm is screaming in my ears and I am trying desperately to turn it off, holding the button for a long time, or pushing it rapidly, and I get nothing. Nothing. Nothing but loudness in my ears. Charming comes down, turns it off, and gives me a dirty look (he has sensitive ears) and leaves. Oh well. I can put out a kitchen fire anyway-- baking soda, it really works.
Okay, so enough about me. I know none of you are all powerful or infinitely talented (though some of you may come close) so make me feel better about my own shortcomings. What can't you do?
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
The Snore Factor
Okay, so Charming doesn't really snore, thankfully. This is good because my dad snores like a grizzly bear. In fact, we went camping one summer and I was convinced there was a bear outside until I realized it was just Dad snoring away as usual. It's pretty bad.
But not Charming. He doesn't snore. Usually. The one exception is this-- if he is lying on his back, he will snore up something fierce. It is a process, actually. It starts with slow heavy breathing that gets louder and louder until it is a full blown snore. I can usually get him to stop if I tell him in my ever so sweet will-you-quit-the-noise-I'm-trying-to-sleep voice, "You're snoring. Roll onto your side." He pretty much complies. Last night as I lie awake for about 2 hours between 3 and 5, I had to tell him at the loud breathing stage, "Honey, roll over, you're breathing loudly." How picky is that?
My grandpa used to fall asleep in his chair watching television at night. I would bet for probably at least the last ten years of his life he slept his nights in his chair. And he would snore. In fact when he died, and I went to see his body he just looked asleep to me, and I kept expecting to hear his ever familiar snoring sound. The reason I mention this is because E has recently developed a preference to sleep in his chair in his room. Usually I make Charming go in there and put him in his bed, but last night I fell asleep before I could remind him. E spent all night in his chair. Just like Grandpa, but without the snores. Someday he'll have them I'm sure, but thankfully not yet.
And slightly off topic-- why is it that when Reenie (our nigthtime waker-upper) begins actually sleeping all night long, that E must wake up at 3 am demanding milk and songs from his ever so exhausted mother? How fair is it, that said milk getting and singing woke up said mother so much to the point that she (well me, actually) could not get back to sleep for two whole hours? Fair? I think not. But I guess I should just be glad that neither my husband nor my son snore loud enough for me to need to sleep on the couch. I am oh so glad about that.
But not Charming. He doesn't snore. Usually. The one exception is this-- if he is lying on his back, he will snore up something fierce. It is a process, actually. It starts with slow heavy breathing that gets louder and louder until it is a full blown snore. I can usually get him to stop if I tell him in my ever so sweet will-you-quit-the-noise-I'm-trying-to-sleep voice, "You're snoring. Roll onto your side." He pretty much complies. Last night as I lie awake for about 2 hours between 3 and 5, I had to tell him at the loud breathing stage, "Honey, roll over, you're breathing loudly." How picky is that?
My grandpa used to fall asleep in his chair watching television at night. I would bet for probably at least the last ten years of his life he slept his nights in his chair. And he would snore. In fact when he died, and I went to see his body he just looked asleep to me, and I kept expecting to hear his ever familiar snoring sound. The reason I mention this is because E has recently developed a preference to sleep in his chair in his room. Usually I make Charming go in there and put him in his bed, but last night I fell asleep before I could remind him. E spent all night in his chair. Just like Grandpa, but without the snores. Someday he'll have them I'm sure, but thankfully not yet.
And slightly off topic-- why is it that when Reenie (our nigthtime waker-upper) begins actually sleeping all night long, that E must wake up at 3 am demanding milk and songs from his ever so exhausted mother? How fair is it, that said milk getting and singing woke up said mother so much to the point that she (well me, actually) could not get back to sleep for two whole hours? Fair? I think not. But I guess I should just be glad that neither my husband nor my son snore loud enough for me to need to sleep on the couch. I am oh so glad about that.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Monday Morning Confessions: Things I have learned recently
Just a few factoids you might be interested in...
1. It is possible for Reenie to sleep through the night, as she did it twice this past week. It's not possible for me, however.
2. For a three year old, watching someone cross stich is highly entertaining and amusing.
3. 18 month olds can make pee in the potty chair!
4. Charming (who turns 30 this month) had a plan to grow a mustache. This morning he changed his mind and shaved.
5. Hearing an 18 month old repeat the phrase "Oh man, oh man," over and over again is like, the cutest thing ever. (She got this from the bro, not from us.)
6. I am still susceptible to the morning sickness pukes. (And Reenie will stand by me and toss toilet paper in the john while I am at it).
7. Reenie is quite good at putting on her own eyeliner.
8. We have a gopher or something in out backyard.
9. Suggesting to your husband that you want to paint your living room does not always get desirable reactions. (After seeing other non-white walls, he has changed his opinion, by the way.)
Okay, it's your turn-- what little factoids have you picked up this weekend that you are dying to share?
1. It is possible for Reenie to sleep through the night, as she did it twice this past week. It's not possible for me, however.
2. For a three year old, watching someone cross stich is highly entertaining and amusing.
3. 18 month olds can make pee in the potty chair!
4. Charming (who turns 30 this month) had a plan to grow a mustache. This morning he changed his mind and shaved.
5. Hearing an 18 month old repeat the phrase "Oh man, oh man," over and over again is like, the cutest thing ever. (She got this from the bro, not from us.)
6. I am still susceptible to the morning sickness pukes. (And Reenie will stand by me and toss toilet paper in the john while I am at it).
7. Reenie is quite good at putting on her own eyeliner.
8. We have a gopher or something in out backyard.
9. Suggesting to your husband that you want to paint your living room does not always get desirable reactions. (After seeing other non-white walls, he has changed his opinion, by the way.)
Okay, it's your turn-- what little factoids have you picked up this weekend that you are dying to share?
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
In which a picture will NOT be posted
Okay, so I have a confession.
It is beyond time for me to clean out my microwave.
I will not be posting an image, as it is far too, ummm, not for virgin eyes, I guess. But I figure the reason it has gotten so bad is this: I am short and my microwave is up high. I would wipe it down after every spill, if I could reach it without needing to get a stool. So there you go. My height is my excuse. Short people are allowed to have dirty microwaves. 'Nuff said.
And here are some funny, strange, or uncomfortable things that have happened this past week or so:
*Reenie developed a nasty rash all over her back (eczema, we believe)
*E out of the blue, randomly started picking up his own toys without being asked
*My dad asked me if I was "showing yet"
*My dad told me an off color joke about marital se*
*Reenie put her finger in my nose so hard that it bled
*I beat a video game
*Reenie was putting her mouth on a step stool and E said: "Reenie! Don't eat stool!"
Okay, not a lot going on. But we have gone to the park twice this week as it is starting to thaw out here. Yea! I have never wanted summer so badly in my entire life.
It is beyond time for me to clean out my microwave.
I will not be posting an image, as it is far too, ummm, not for virgin eyes, I guess. But I figure the reason it has gotten so bad is this: I am short and my microwave is up high. I would wipe it down after every spill, if I could reach it without needing to get a stool. So there you go. My height is my excuse. Short people are allowed to have dirty microwaves. 'Nuff said.
And here are some funny, strange, or uncomfortable things that have happened this past week or so:
*Reenie developed a nasty rash all over her back (eczema, we believe)
*E out of the blue, randomly started picking up his own toys without being asked
*My dad asked me if I was "showing yet"
*My dad told me an off color joke about marital se*
*Reenie put her finger in my nose so hard that it bled
*I beat a video game
*Reenie was putting her mouth on a step stool and E said: "Reenie! Don't eat stool!"
Okay, not a lot going on. But we have gone to the park twice this week as it is starting to thaw out here. Yea! I have never wanted summer so badly in my entire life.
Where is everyone?
Okay, so fewer than few comments lately....
But the sitemeter says you all came...
Where's the love?
Did I scare you all off with my Creative Memories plug?
I sure hope not.
I am sorry if I did.
Please come back.
But the sitemeter says you all came...
Where's the love?
Did I scare you all off with my Creative Memories plug?
I sure hope not.
I am sorry if I did.
Please come back.
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