Monday, December 31, 2007

Someone had a birthday

My A, turned 10 on Christmas. Yes, on Christmas Day. Please don't groan. She thinks it's cool to share a birthday with Jesus, get time off school and get to open presents ALL day long. She also told me this year that sometimes she's disappointed after opening Christmas presents because there was something else she really wanted for Christmas and didn't get, but then she opens her birthday gifts and ta-dah! There it is.

I really should've Photoshopped these pictures, they're a little dark. Oops. Deal with it.

Here's her present from Aunty C. That would be her aunt that makes incredibly gorgeous quilts. This book is VERY good--I love it! It's called The Quiltmakers Gift.


From us, she got the gift she was disappointed when it wasn't under the Christmas tree. Yep, another Breyer. I'm not even going to guess at how big this makes her herd.


Finally, the cake. She deliberated for MONTHS over what this year's confection would be. I had her talked into a black forest cake and I was looking forward to making a pretty, grown up cake, befitting a 10 year old. But...she decided to regress and bring back a cake she had for her 4th birthday. That was the year that she picked her birthday cake out of the Halloween edition of Parents Magazine that had come out a couple of months before her birthday.

I bring you......

The Spider Cake.


Since because she's growing up and her tastes are maturing, it's a Black Forest Spider Cake which means, between it's chocolate layers is a layer of cherry pie filling.

Yeah, spider blood and guts. Even cooler, after this sat on the counter covered by a bowl all night, the pie filling had started to ooze thru the frosting. Is there anything cooler than a bleeding spider cake?

I didn't think so.

In other news.... my biggest girl continues to bring me great joy. She's a funny kid. Very funny. She makes me laugh daily, amazes me at how smart she is in math and is my right hand helper. Occasionally she gets a bit bossy and I get an eye roll here and there, but for the most part, she's a really great kid. So great in fact that when she took her birthday money and the last 4 months of allowance money to the store to buy herself something, she spent $10 of her stash to make sure each of her sisters had something new too. What a girl! I love you A!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Christmas Chub

My mom used to make the most incredible cinnamon rolls, twice a year. At Christmas, my mom made hundreds of rolls and delivered them to friends and we also ate them on Christmas morning. At Easter she'd make bunches for the church breakfast. Twice a year we got to eat ourselves sick on Mom's rolls. They were SO yummy.

Several years before Mom died, the DaddyMan (who wasn't a daddyman yet) wanted to try to make them. So, we copied Mom's recipe and working from the best of my memory, I helped. We had some decent rolls and some truly flopped rolls. Thankfully Mom was still around to troubleshoot his bloopers after a few attempts he made a pretty good copy of her rolls. I made the frosting. I'm such a helper.

Now that Mom's dead, the DaddyMan has taken over making rolls for us every Christmas. He's also taken to tweaking the recipe a bit each year. One year he decided to make the dough sweeter. Adding the frosting made them just a wee bit too much. Last year, I changed to cream cheese frosting. Ooooh baby....that added a lot. This year, I suggested he add more cinnamon to the sugar and cinnamon mix.

And now...we have perfection. Seriously, this batch of Christmas rolls were his best EVER. Two pans of total bliss and one pan that I overcooked by a few minutes, but if you add enough cream cheese frosting and warm them up, you barely notice. I had two rolls for breakfast Christmas Day and I think two more with lunch. I may have had one for an afternoon snack that day as well. I've eaten two for breakfast every day since, as well as two for lunch. Oh, and each roll needs a full glass of milk to go with it. What can I say? I'm getting my daily calcium!

Oh man...they are SO good! And since I only get them once a year, I feel the need to eat myself sick of them so I'm not ready for them until next year. Or at least that's what I want to believe. Truth is, I have NO self control when it comes to these delightful bits o'Heaven that reside on my counter.

In plain sight.

Calling my name.

Repeatedly.

Yesterday, I felt kinda bad about all the rolls I'd eaten. I also felt bloated and truly just plain fat, so I spent an hour on the elliptical (okay, my new iPod probably had something to do with my motivation.) Did you know that in an hour, you can burn 825 calories on that thing?

I did the math and realized if I did that 4 days in a row, I'd lose a pound! If I did that every day, I'd lose almost two pounds a week!

So, I'm just going to polish off the last pan of rolls, the last of the cream cheese frosting and then I'll get started on that.

Burp.

a Friday giggle

M's my earliest early bird. She was already awake and downstairs hanging with me when G got up.

G said, "Hello M."
M replied, "Hello. Nice to meet you."


(maybe it's just me, but it struck me as funny.... :))

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas Chaos

We started our Christmas Day fun when Captain DaddyMan decided it was time for the rest of us to get up. He'd gotten up to roll out Mom's homemade cinnamin rolls and felt we had slept in too long. So, he cranked up the stereo with the Trans Siberian Orchestra. It was 5:45 am. I'm sure the neighbor's appreciated their Christmas serenade too.



We start w/stockings. M started yanking stuff out of her stocking so fast that I couldn't capture pictures. See her cute new Dora pjs? I made those and she opened them up on Christmas Eve.


For weeks, G had been wondering what she would get for Christmas. I told her she was getting "socks, underwear and toothpaste and nothing else." I should've stopped at the underwear, since her joy was so overwhelming when she found these in her stocking.

A moment later, A found some too. I hope she doesn't put them on sideways like she's holding them up. Can you say "permawedgie"?


Oooh, more joy. Schliech joy this time. Truly, she was happy. She does look a bit frightening in this photo tho. Do you like her cute horsey pjs? I made those too.

And American Girl joy. This is Emily, a short haired doll. Buying the long, curly haired Nicki doll for a 5 year old wasn't my smartest move ever. But since she did give up sucking her thumb to earn her, it was a good reward. Even if her hair takes more time than mine.

More American Girl joy. Ivy. A Chinese doll for a Japanese girl. Gotta love America. Do you like her cute cherry pjs? I didn't make those. Probably some child her age in another country made them while working for pennies a day. I was truly going to make her some but I realized the day before Christmas that I didn't have a big enough piece of fabric or elastic. Oops.


Gift opening is done. The DaddyMan decided to further bury the floor by opening his gift. You know, the one he knew all about. I'm married to a brat.

It was also wrapped in bubble wrap which the girls abandoned all their new toys for. The blur kinda says it all, don'tcha think?


M outlasted the others. She truly enjoyed this. Next year, she's just getting bubblewrap.


A boy and his toy. He's so engrossed, he doesn't even notice me taking his picture. Click, click, click.


Isn't it pretty?
And when we were all done, G asked, "Mom! Where's my socks and toothpaste?? I only got underwear!"

Monday, December 24, 2007

The Grinch lives at my house

The DaddyMan considers it a great deal of fun to figure out what his gift is every.single.year. It's highly annoying.

This year, he informed me he knew what his gift is because A)we looked at gift ideas for him on eBay and B)he checked my user id later and discovered what I'd bought. He did this the same day I ripped the floor so the conversation went something like this.

Me--"I can't believe you found out what you're getting!"
Him--"I can't believe you ruined the floor."
Me--"You ruined Christmas."
Him--"You ruined the floor."

Of course, this is all said in good natured fun, 'cause we're kind of twisted that way, but still....the brat!

Since he found out what his gift is, he's been asking every day when his bass guitar was coming, if it'd come yet and where I'd hidden it. He's spent the last week looked around for it off and on, tormenting me that he was going to find it and play it. See why I call him a grinch??

Thursday night, the DaddyMan was at practice at church which was VERY conveniently when the UPS man dropped off a big box. I got A to help me hide it under M's bed, while G and M were playing in another room. We carefully put the bins of toys in front of it so you totally couldn't see the box. It wasn't the best hiding place ever, but it was out of the way and I knew he'd have to do some good looking to find it.

Fast forward to today. He's already hunted in the basement and asked the two big girls repeatedly with various lines of questioning where his present could be, hoping to get them to slip up. Thankfully, I've taught them pretty well. They respond, "I can't tell you!" to almost every question.

The problem lies with the small one. The one I thought wasn't paying attention when we hid the big box. The one who doesn't speak overly clearly. The one that often leaves the DaddyMan totally frustrated when he can't understand what she's trying to say to him. But, when the DaddyMan asked her if she knew where his present was, she said proudly, "Uh-huh!"

"Where??" he asked

"Upstairs" she responded so sweetly AND so clearly. (the narc!)

"Where at upstairs??"

"Unner my bed!!" She was so proud of herself that it's hard to be mad at her. You should've seen her proud little grin! I guess now I don't have to put together the 20 or so scavenger hunt questions I was going to write up to make him hunt for it. Those were going to be purely for my amusement and to make him suffer for what he's put me thru this two weeks!

As for him...he'd better not think he's going to play with it early. Or I'll break his fingers. All of them.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Randomness

Since Christmas is days away and I'm down to just needing to make three pairs of pjs, I feel like taking a break and actually posting. It's been a busy week: I made 4 shirts for the church's Christmas Eve service and a seriously funky twirly skirt someone ordered.

The girls LOVED the twirly skirt. A went so far as to say, "Man, I wish the lady who picked out all these fabrics was MY mom!" I told her, "Gee thanks! That lady can't sew, you brat!". Yes, I really did call her a brat. Then G came thru and told me if I made HER a skirt like that she really would wear it. Hmm... Pictures will come later.

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Someone told M that there are monsters in her room. She informed me the other day that "Monsters in my yoom, Mommy!" When I asked for details, I got "Monsters in my c'oset! Yook!". I didn't find any after I checked, but I've been noticing that she's been pulling open the closet door every night before bed.

In other closet news, as I was putting away laundry the other morning and standing in her closet to hang things up, she told me I needed to "get out my d'essin' 'oom, Mommy!". Apparently my diva 3 year old, has her own dressing room. Once I got out, she went in there and attempted to put on her clothes. Considering a)she shut the door completely and there's no light and b)she's not so good at getting dressed in the light, she came back out rather quickly to have me help her. Goofy girl!

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M's new favorite word? Wedgie. I'm not sure who first taught her that, but lately she's been giving her own little self a wedgie and then running around yelling "I have a wedgie, I have a wedgie, I have a wedgieeeee!" The other day I pointed out that she had a permawedgie because her panties were on backwards and she yelled for her big sis...A (which sounds like A yay yay coming from her) to announce.... "I have a wedgie!"

Permawedgie... I think I invented a new word. It could be a synonym for a thong. I have a blogging friend who LOVES those and I won't link to her blog, but she knows who she is.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Today's a special day

Today is my anniversary. Here's the conversation that played out in my bedroom this morning before Captain DaddyMan went to work.

"Happy Anniversary." I started the conversation, 'cause one year I didn't and I got accused of forgetting.

"Fourteen years. Fourteen long years." he responded. He then tried to make up for that comment by saying "In some ways it seems like yesterday."

"But the sex is better now" I responded quickly.

"Yeah, that's all you think about, the sex." He smirked.

Yeah, right....sure baby. You know me. On top of everything else I have to deal with around here...that's the number one on my list. Brat.

I love you.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Round 2

Remember my gristly tales of our trip home from Thanksgiving? And how two of my children puked for the entire 12 hour drive home?

G is at it again. She woke me crying at 5 am to tell me she was cold. A bit later, she was going to puke. And so it began. My sweet girl is getting so good at this drill that when she feels the urge, she runs to the bathroom, pulls up the step stool, sits down, leans over and, well, you know.

Needless to say, we're skippin' church. I was even prepared this morning!! I had their teachers' Christmas gifts all ready to go, I had Christmassy dresses all laid out and they were all freshly bathed last night. Shoot! Now, if I'd done NOTHING to prepare, she would've woken up healthy!

Sorry G, Mommy didn't mean to make you sick.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Oy! Whatta day!

I'm taking a quilting class with Cathe of Glory Quilts and it has been a blast. My class is with several other people from my MOPS group and today we met at my house for our final class.

So, I rearranged my furniture to make room for my table to hold a bunch of sewing machines. Once everyone was here and set up, I realized I needed to move a big armchair. So, I grabbed hold, yanked it off the carpetting onto the vinyl flooring of my kitchen and....



Yep, I carved about a 3 foot long GROOVE in the floor! YIKES! Do you think the DaddyMan will notice?? I'm going to throw my creation on the table, do you think that will distract him??



Or do you think his eyes will be drawn to my OTHER blooper of the day?? The ends, where with my rotary cutter took of BOTH ends.


I think I'll go make myself a cup of peppermint schnapps with some cocoa and call it a day. Err...hot cocoa with some schnapps....tough call....

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

A baby, A baby, A BABY!!

Erica's getting a baby!!

Okay, so he's not a baby, he's really closer to three, but still!!

Erica and David are adopting from Ethiopia and today, their referral came!! I'm SO excited for them as we've all been waiting and waiting and waiting for everything to come together. It won't be longer and they'll be bringing their sweet little boy home!

CONGRATULATIONS!!

You can read their full story on their adoption blog.

(and if you don't know... Erica and I go waaaaay back! We met on a frugal living board 6+ years ago when we were both pregnant w/our kindergarteners. Now we talk on the phone daily and hang out on an eBay board. Oh..and since we live on opposite sides of the country, we've never met 'for real'. We're just imaginary friends. Imaginary friends that talk ALL the time and are closer than people we see in real life on a regular basis....)

The DaddyMan says....

that I need more to do.

It could be because I sent him THIS but truly, I think it was
THIS ONE that made him draw that conclusion....

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Deep thoughts

While standing in front of the character underwear display in ToysRUs, we had a bit of a discussion and decided not to buy Winnie the Pooh.

"Why buy underwear that already has Pooh on them?"


(if you don't get it....say it out loud.... ;))

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Pictures from Thanksgiving

We went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving. (Yes, I know that was a full 10 days ago and I'm just now getting pictures up. I've been sick, okay? Cut me some slack!)

Oh, speaking of sick, here's the small cutie that started the whole wipe-out-the-whole-family- with-my-germs child. She's still recovering here. Doesn't she look pathetic? She should feel bad, she brought down 9 other people with her germs.


Here's Captain DaddyMan and his nephew, Small Boy, who can say the DaddyMan's name SO clearly and adorably that it melts the DaddyMan's heart and Small Boy knows it. For those of you who know the DaddyMan, blow this one up...he's SMILING! (He HATES photos and very seldom allows them and even less often actually smiles in them!)

Here's that same Small Boy and his wagon. And leaves. And yes, stickers on his face. He put them there. We aren't sure why. He's awfully cute anyway.

Oooh look....M's perked up a bit.

It's time for a field trip to the creek out back. Actually, it's not a creek, it's a branch. Small Boy's mom (the DaddyMan's li'l sis, my really cool sister in law) is a wildlife/nature genius. She knows the technical terms for such things. She knows a lot about birds too. When we found a dead one in the road, we called her and she could identify it just by description. She's really smart. She does think we're odd for examining dead birds in the street, but she knows that us homeschoolers are like that...

Anyway.... Small Boy knows the proper way to investigate the creek. Er...branch. Notice that his shoes are NOT in the water?
"Don't get muddy!" that's what the mother of three girls yelled at this point. Notice how many feet and arms it looks like A has? That amused me....

Auntie's getting her feet wet. It's okay, she's dressed for it. She says the water is COLD. I wished I'd gotten a picture of THAT face. It was funny. (giggle, snort) Anyway...she's on a hunt for crayfish and other such branch dwellers. My girls thought this was SOOO cool and all but shoved her into the water to catch them stuff. Notice the bowl that's just WAITING for something to swim in it?

Uh, oh....someone's not obeying mommy.

"Hey, get out of the water!"

Shoot, I've lost all control.... Okay, dive in, have a good time...

Obviously, it was worth their mucking. On the left is a newt. Auntie knew that, I would've called it a lizardy thing. On the right are handfull of little crawdads/crayfish/crawfish and a minnow or two and some snails. There was a bigger crawdad too which when A spotted him prompted her to yell, "OOH look! I found a lobster!!" but he'd already been set free.

A couple days later...we were home. After driving all night and puking all the way...they weren't looking QUITE so perky. "Anybody wanna go catch crawdads?" Hmm... nobody moved...

Monday, December 3, 2007

I'm not allowed to take on new hobbies

The DaddyMan says I'm not allowed to take on any new hobbies 'cause I don't have time to do all the hobbies I have. But after spending Thanksgiving with my bead store owning mother-in-law and looking at scores of magazines, wow, I'm tempted. So... I decided to make the world's best stepmother (who doesn't read my blog!) a little something for Christmas.



And since I HAD the stuff and now had a clue, I um, made myself a little something.


I'm sure this it's-not-a-new-hobby'll end there.

Err... or as soon as I finish a little something else I'm going to give away.

And that little something else for me.

THAT will be the end. I'm sure.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

It's cold, I'm sick...joy

Tonight at dinner the DaddyMan complained his feet were cold. He set out to figure out where the draft was coming from. A had a better idea.

"Just lick your toe and hold it up to see which way the wind's comin' from."

A few minutes later, dinner conversation went south. Our rule of "No discussing things that come out of your body during dinner" got broken. I think it was the DaddyMan who first commented that puking up tonight's taco casserole would NOT feel good (I didn't eat it...just in case!). I mentioned that whatever I threw up was WAAAY too thick and didn't feel good either.

G looked at me and informed me, "When I was first pukin', I felt like I was pukin' up YOU!"

Gee, thanks... :P

I'll go back to the couch now and spare ya'll the rest of our sick week and weekend conversations. Unless they make me laugh out loud again and then I'll be back.

Oy, whatta day...

Yesterday morning, I woke up sick. Really sick. Hugging a garbage can and running to the bathroom sick. I was sick enough that I either laid in bed or sat on the potty...all day.

Where were my children? Here. Where was The DaddyMan? At work. Needless to say my children were not well supervised. Although I must say, A did a fabulous job. At 6:30 when I woke her up and told her I needed her help because I was sick and the little two were already up, she got right up.

Sometime around lunch time she came and asked what was for lunch. I told her whatever they could find. She shouted "WhooHOO!" and ran to the kitchen. Then I heard her mention hot dogs to her sisters so I had to feebly yell out "Make sure no one chokes!". I'm not sure if they heard me but I felt better for saying it. I heard the microwave running briefly and I opted not to worry about the fact that I think she warmed 3 or 4 hot dogs for 30 seconds total.

I did get up long enough to tuck the little two into bed for naps and to give A permission to play on the computer for the afternoon before tucking myself back in. The DaddyMan came home around 3 and convinced me a shower would help me feel better. It did and I even ventured downstairs. The house looked no worse than if I had been up all day! What great kids I have! I even commented that she'd done the lunch dishes and put things all away.

She responded, "We didn't use dishes, we just ate off the counter."

Okay, baby..whatever works.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Overheard

The girls are playing Memory in the next room. At first A was going to play with M and just a handfull of cards. G wanted to play too. M told her, "No G play! Me play A!" Once I talked her into her other sister playing too, they got right into it.

I love hearing them play the way *I* taught them (that you start in one corner, flipping cards in a neat row and reciting what the previous cards were before your next turn---yes, I'm anal okay?? I also like to WIN!). I love hearing them coach each other: "Start here. Yeah, you found the apple. Flip the next one."

But what I love most is hearing G say to her little sister, "Good job! You're so smart!!"

Awww.... if only they'll always stay so supportive and quick to forgive. Five minutes ago, that little sister didn't even want her to play!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Eh? What'd you say??

Today I was giving a spelling test to A. The word was strawberry. So I used it in a sentence that went something like this:

"I like the book about the little mouse and the big hungry strawberry."

Oops...that didn't come out right. A laughed at me. I laughed. She told me I said it so nice and slow that she thought I meant to say that. Nope, I didn't. I tried to explain myself.

"Sometimes I think my brain forgets to turn on before I tart stalking."

Oh man... I think I need a nap.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Pride goes before a fall

Today the big girls had dental appointments. They had a cancellation, so they got me in today instead of tomorrow which was a big WHOOOHOO in my book. M waited patiently through everyone's checkups and when she realized she was NOT getting a turn.....she pitched a fit.

So, they gave her a turn. I thought they were going to give her a ride in the chair. They did, as well as a full exam, cleaning, flouride AND xrays! And would you believe, the child I would vote "most likely to NOT cooperate" sat like an ANGEL through it all??

Yep, this mama was proud. VERY proud! They raved about her and I glowed inside from my pride.

Therefore it should serve as NO surprise what happened next.

We went to the grocery store. It was kind of crowded and we got stuck behind a man doing his shopping. It was at that point, that the child who had just made her mother beam with pride 30 minutes earlier made her mother (who seldom blushes) turn 30 shades of red.....

Remember....M doesn't speak super clearly. People ask on a regular basis if she's speaking Chinese. I can almost always understand her, but today....EVERYONE understood what she said to the man that dared to slow down her shopping....



"Get outta MY WAY!"


The man turned and looked at her and said, "Get out of my way, huh?"

I stuttered, "Oh my gosh, I am SO sorry!"

Oh man.... please floor....suck me down now..... I scolded her, "M!! APOLOGIZE! Say you're sorry!!" She started to cry. So I apologized again.

Then we worked our way to the door with the remorseful, howling 3 year old clinging to my leg.

Yeah baby... I'm SO proud of her today.....

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Memories

You know how you remember all those obscure little things from childhood? Like exactly what you were wearing the first time you had stitches? Or the ugly thing the 4th grade bully called you that time on top of the monkey bars?

We're really hoping that the girls' memories of the Thanksgiving we spent in North Carolina will involve catching crayfish in the creek, hiking up to see a pretty waterfall and visiting friends in Tennessee. Even remembering that A used the word "executioner" as the X word in the "We're going on a trip and we're taking.... game" wouldn't be ALL bad.

We'd prefer that they remember those things over the 12 hour nighttime drive to come home with two puking girls and one dry heaving out of sympathy.

Fun times....yes indeedy, fun times.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Today's giggle

Seeing your naked 3 year old daughter see her 2 year old boy cousin naked for the first time, which prompted her to bend over and look at her own parts for comparision.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The dollhouse family...

Oooh, look the dollhouse is taking a trip. Dollhouse Mama and M have packed the van. Boy, is Dollhouse Mama the queen of filling every.single.inch in that van or what?? It seems that Dollhouse Mama has also packed the one thing EVERY mama has at some point or another, WISHED her van had....





Yep, a potty!









I mean, seriously, how convenient is that?? Mama drank too much coffee so that she could stay awake on the long road trip all the way from upstairs and by the time they got to the kitchen table, Dollhouse Mama had to go... BAD! Since she packed SO efficently, she just had to unload the toilette off the top of the van and voila, her needs are met. Wow, she's an inspiration to us all at with her amazing foresight of just exactly what she'd need!

Alas, a moment later, things turned south for poor Dollhouse Mama. It seems, she was the unlikely recipent of every junior high boys worst nightmare....



The archnemesis who carried out this bit of evil??


(yes I know she's fuzzy, she was cackling so hard she couldn't sit still!)

Monday's sewing

Okay, I know it's now Wednesday, but here's what I cranked out on Monday. New pjs! I think I need to cut the legs a bit trimmer for the next pairs. Oh well, the lengths are good and everyone likes them. :D And like a GOOD mom, I didn't comb their hair after baths.....



Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sunday sewing

This is my second attempt at getting out of buying a pattern for a dress style I like. This one turned out better. But... G tells me she doesn't like it. All of a sudden the little girl who LOVES pink and LOVES her ballet class doesn't LOVE a dress that is both. :P at her.






Sunday Funnies

After church we stopped to buy a Sunday paper. While the DaddyMan runs into the store to get it, the girls and I played "I Spy". This is always entertaining considering M doesn't know her colors and G picks a color, but doesn't determine which thing of that color until several minutes of guessing.

It never fails that someone yells, "I spy something bald!" as the DaddyMan comes back to the van. Today when he got in and heard us giggling, yet again, over our goofy game, he responded with, "I spy something obnoxious!"

And from the back seat, a confident G announced, "That'd be me!"

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I got to go to the fabric store ALONE this afternoon. I'm hoping for some serious sewing time later this week. Stay tuned for photos later in the week. ;)

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Saturday's creation

I got this super cute fabric from Mary a while back for winning a drawing on her blog. It was just waiting for the perfect pattern. After admiring a pattern online, but being too cheap to shell out the $12 for it, I winged it today. It didn't come out TOO bad, but it does need a little tweaking. :)







Thursday, November 8, 2007

Ikea love

Aaah, I love Ikea. I could get lost for WEEKS in there. But this trip I only needed a couple things AND I wrote them down:

bookends (4 @ $.49 cents each)
toiletry bag ($4.99)
wire hangy thingy for Carrie ($4.99)

I gathered my things and told dh I was ready to go. I had my $12 worth of loot and even tho I REALLY wanted the $19.99 mattress protector for M's bed, since they were out of stock, I didn't get to buy one.

But then...we walked by the bookcases. Oh, how we NEED more bookcases. We kinda like to read around here.

Suddenly, $12 purchase wasn't. But I'm okay with that.....



And I must say.... it's simply amazing what you can fit in a minivan!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Spelling fun

Today's spelling list was a bunch of proper names and states. The words A misses she has to write in sentences. Due to some really wierd and downright bad sentences, the rule is "two spelling words per sentence." But today's sentence... I just might allow.

"Georgia has been to Oregon, Kentucky, Delaware, Arizona, Maine, Tennessee, Kansas and the Arctic. "

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

How do you hear it?

M is three. She doesn't speak super clearly all the time and at times, I could swear she has a wad of gum in her mouth. Other times, her words are SO clear we look at her in shock.

Earlier, M came over and said a few words to me. I thought I caught what she said, so I responded, "I'm awesome?" She repeated her comment again. And I said, "Oh... God's awesome?"

At that moment I puffed up a bit inside. My sweet and SO spiritual three year old. Awww... I must be doing this parenting thing right.

So I turned to the 9 year old beside me and said, "Isn't that sweet, she said, "God's Awesome!"".

A set me straight. "Mom, she wanted you to cut up an apple. She said, "Cut up apple".

Ooops.

How do you see it?

Playmobil is a much loved line of toys at our house. M was playing with the Christmas house the other morning and came down with an elf. She showed me this elf had special skills.

"Yook Mom!! Him's bowin'!"




And all this time, I just thought they could sit....

Monday, November 5, 2007

What's that I'm feeling??

Last night while I was making dinner, M and G were destroying a room and A was happily reading a book while sitting at the counter. Since I still remember the pains I took to teach that child to read and her struggles and whining and our tears, I couldn't help but be a bit sentimental. So, like a good mom, I shared my sentimental moment with her.

Me: "Aaah, it makes me so happy to see you reading for fun."

Her, very confused: "Why??"

Me: "Well, it wasn't easy to teach you to read and you complained and I SO wanted to to love to read so to see you reading for fun brings SUCH joy to my wittle heart."

Her: "That's not your heart. It's your stomach. When's dinner?"

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In other news... for years G has told anyone who asks, "Who loves you?" that Miss Carrie loves her. Often dear old mom gets second billing and the DaddyMan is usually on the list, but sometimes we're both left off entirely.

M, on the other hand claims to know just who loves her... Nobody. That's the answer she ALWAYS gives and she says it in a silly zombie like voice that makes me laugh every.single.time. Hmm... Maybe that's why she says it...

Friday, November 2, 2007

Movin' on...

Since Halloween's over, it's time to move on and think about...winter! It is only 38 degrees here this morning so it MUST be right around the corner. I made this outfit to post for sale on one of my message boards. Conveniently, I made it G's size, just in case no one wants it. I like it, she likes it and you know....if no one else does, my work won't go to waste. :)



Trick or Treat!

We don't make a big deal out of Halloween around here. I try hard to be as low key as possible, frankly. We go to the church party and then visit the neighborhood for an hour or so. Then we come home and I try VERY hard to not eat all the candy after the kids go to bed.

Here's the mummy, a dalmatian and a friend. I've always wanted to dress A like a mummy. The idea of wrapping her up cracked me up. I should've used a stapler tho...she was REALLY draggin' by the time we got home and we'd had to stop MANY times to put her back together. Doh!

The dalmatian costume was made about 14 years ago, by my mom. She made it for my now 16 year old niece who wore it 2 or 3 years, then her little sister wore it a couple years and then A wore it a couple years and this is G's second year in it. Next year... M's turn.




And here's Bob the Tomato. This was made a couple years ago for G. M loves Bob too, so it's just as fitting for her. :)



There were two downsides to our hour of toodling the neighborhood. M didn't have a nap. She didn't like scary masks and she didn't like walking. She wasn't a lot of fun.

The second bad thing? ONE mini Snickers. ONE. In three bags of candy, there was exactly ONE snack size Snickers. Those are my FAVORITE and there was only ONE.

Notice I say, "was". ;)

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Customer Service

We took a field trip to the eye doctor. If you remember, a year ago we took A to the children's museum and while playing there, we learned she couldn't read an eye chart. We're still recovering from the 'oops' feeling of waiting so long to get her glasses that her prescription is stronger than mine.

Our eye doctor is an optometrist and apparently every couple of years the opthamologist checks your eyes AFTER you've been checked by the optometrist. The opthamologist is an older man who, frankly, lacks good 'chairside' manner. The first thing he did was look down in disdain at the little two sitting near my feet and said, "Stay on the carpet. I might roll on them." Okay, he's on a rolling stool on the wood floor part of the room, that make sense.

But then he started giving A commands like, "Sit back. Sit up tall. Chin here." All of his commands were very short and clipped. He mentioned at one point that she'd be a good canidate for contacts in a couple years and I asked what the criteria was for that. "Two reasons. I only need one. Maturity and the eyes change fast at this age." Um... okay.....

Thankfully the appointment part with him was over fast and we left. We went next door to the optical shop. There was one woman working and she was helping a man with paperwork and looked at me and my troops and curtly said, "This will take a little bit." I told her that was okay and we'd browse. I parked the little two on chairs with magazines and started browsing with A.

She spent a good 10 more minutes with that man before coming to me and saying, "Do you have a prescription?". I gave her that and my insurance card and asked her to check my coverage (Last year I paid about $20 for A's glasses so I KNEW we had decent coverage.). She looked at the card briefly and asked,

"Is this an HMO or straight title 19 or what?"


HUH??? Did she really just ask me if I was on welfare?? I had noticed the MANY signs around the office regarding 'Badger Care' limits (along with the ones saying 'if your kids break something you WILL buy it) but HUH?? And since when do welfare cards say UNITED HEALTHCARE at the top?

QUITE stunned, I managed to smile and say, "It's insurance, not an HMO." (and NOT welfare you..... you.....). (I must say at this point in the story, my sister said, "What, weren't your girls dressed in Gymboree yesterday?" I laughed. And she said, "Okay, what were you wearing??" I told her I looked good in layered tee shirts, toting my Coach purse ($25 garage sale find---whooHOOO!) and now that I think about it, my NICE necklace!). Yeah baby...we looked like we were on welfare! NOT!)

So, we browsed some more, trying on every.single.pair of glasses in the store. The little girls have moved from their chairs and are playing with a plastic pair of fake sunglasses with no bows and this woman (henceforth known as "Grumpy Lady") walked over and took it out of M's hand and put it down on the table in front of her. "Don't touch." Then a minute or two later, as G was sitting criss cross applesauce on one of the chairs, Grumpy Lady came over and helped G straighten out her legs so her feet were dangling out in front of her and said, "Don't put your feet on the chairs, people have to sit on them." HUH?? Isn't my G a people? Her shoes aren't overly dirty and it's not like she's standing on them or dripping chocolate ice cream on it! Sheesh!

And can I mention that my little girls have not touched a SINGLE pair of frames or anything but those industrial strength sunglasses model in the store the ENTIRE time we've been here? Yeah, that little talk I gave them must've worked! I personally was VERY impressed how how good they were being so Grumpy Lady's treatment of them was really, quite uncalled for. If my kids are hoodlums, I would be dealing with it and I was growing more and more annoyed as the minutes were ticking past.

I finally told A that I thought we should look somewhere else because neither of us was wowed by anything there. I was proud that I managed to not be rude and we left and drove to get lunch and go somewhere else to look for glasses. We got to the next place and..... didn't have A's prescription! Grumpy Lady didn't give it back! AAAARGH!

We drove BACK to Grumpy Lady's store (I'm pretty sure she's just an employee) and I ran in, without the girls to get it. Grumpy Lady ignored me as I came in and when she stopped talking to a different customer I stepped up and asked I could get my prescription form back. "I gave it to you," Grumpy Lady snapped. Again, shocked, I said, "No, you gave me my INSURANCE card, but not the prescription." She argued with me before huffing, "Well I'll check" and going to the effort of going FIVE steps behind the half wall to look in my papers. She couldn't find it! So she responds, "I suppose I can give you this copy that I made." WHAT?? You LOST my prescription (I KNOW she never gave it back to me!) and now you act like it's a huge deal to give me back a copy?? Aargh!

I took it the copy, which apparently had something else on the other half of the paper because she RIPPED it off the rest of the sheet and left. I thought later that she probably left my original in the copier. Yeah baby...that's good customer service, argue with the customer and acuse ME of being the idiot.

I think today... I'll write a letter. "Please don't let your employees treat children like vermin, assume that the state's buying their glasses and lie about losing paperwork. It really makes me not want to shop in your store."

Today... I think we'll try one of the big chain stores.

And later, I'll post pictures of trick or treating. I know you're waiting on baited breath for THAT one. Don't be too excited, we played repeats this year.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Drumroll please.....

It's LarryBoy DaddyMan!



My friend Cathe helped design the hat. She's pretty much a genius. I put together the inner guts of the hat on Friday before going to an overnight retreat. I got the rest of the hat and the shirt and the bottoms and the face and pretty much EVERYTHING ELSE done on Sunday. Yeah...in the 3 hours before DaddyMan needed his costume. Ya'll know that nothing makes me more productive than the last minute. ;)

For the record, I was going to make pajama pant style pants for the bottoms but LarryBoy DaddyMan decided that a long 'ya know' would be more cucumber shaped. He rethought that after putting on his 'bottoms' and using the term 'big purple girl' which is STILL making me truly laugh out loud at the thought. Oops...I snorted that time. ;)

The costume got him lots of looks at our gathering. It was pretty funny that even tho he was following the girls and I, BUNCHES of people who KNOW him, didn't KNOW it was him. That was VERY funny! I also have a picture of my friend's toddler staring at LarryBoy DaddyMan in awe. Actually I snapped the picture and the little boy has his tongue sticking out. Maybe he thinks he looks like a tasty addition to his salad. ;)

Not to be left out would be the little cherubs in my life. They're pretty Incredible, ya know. ;)