Friday, August 31, 2007
The other day we had a power outage for a few hours. This further messed up her clock.
Bein' the good homeschoolin' mom that I am, I told her it's not there for her to actually be able to tell time, it's truly just a math drill.
She informed me, "If I wanted to do math, I'd just go stand on the scale. I know I have to add 20 there. "
Shoot, she's on to me....
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I used almost ALL the pieces AND let the kids stay up almost an hour past their bedtimes so I could complete my masterpiece. Err....I mean 'we' could complete the masterpiece.
Notice the right hand side of this picture? Where it's dark?? 'Cause I built it SO big that my wimpy flash doesn't go THAT far...Oh yeah...who's the coolest mom now??
The girls TOTALLY loved it and gushed about how great it was for me to buy this awesome toy. "Thanks for buyin' this Mom!" "Can you believe someone would sell this??" "Wow! You used ALL the pieces!" (Okay, I was sitting on a couple....) "Thanks Mom!!"
Hopefully their joy will carry over to the morning and no one will notice I polished off the last (really big) piece of chocolate pudding cake. And the last of the Cool Whip. Burp.
Monday, August 27, 2007
"Use your fork."
"Take your fingers OUT of your milk."
"No elbows on the table."
"Use your fork."
"Get your feet off the table."
"Use your fork."
"Take the beans OUT of your nose."
"Stop touching her."
"Wipe your mouth."
"Use your fork!!"
Last night's dinner highlights included an astonishingly big burp from G. She smiled proudly and announced, "Ooh, that was chunky." Her big sister looked on admiringly and the DaddyMan almost looked pleased with her as well. One of them told to to make sure she chewed it again and some comment was made about 'two meals for the price of one'. Ewww.
I shared that this conversation had made me throw up a little bit in my mouth and I couldn't believe how disgusting they all were! Sheesh...
A gave me some advice to help my situation:
"Sometimes when I burp stuff up, I just hurry and swallow before it hits my tastebuds and then it's not so bad."
She's wise beyond her 9.5 years.....
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The first picture had a face and arms and legs that extended to the edges of the screen. She wanted me to guess what it was.
me: A person?
me: An A?
me: I give up.
G: It's a TALKIN' A! :insert her laughter here:
She erases it and trys again. The next drawing looks a bit like a big, once again w/really long arms and legs and this pig has hair on his head. I think.
me: a pig?
me: a pig with hair?
me: a flyin' pig?
me: I give up.
G: It's a TALKIN' pig! :more laughter:
Okay...I'm starting to think that long legs and arms give something the ability to speak. I'm going to try harder next time.
The next drawing, also looks like a pig, but this one has short legs and um..curly arms. Shoot...there goes my theory. I give up hope from the get go.
me: A pig?
G: nope! (she's VERY proud of this one!)
me: I give up, what is it?
G: It's a TALKIN', FLYIN' pig!!! (she's about to ROTFL over this one!)
Oh yeah, I see it now.... Isn't it time for you to go to bed??
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
A few minutes later I was thinking deep thoughts as I snuggled my sweet 2 yo, who was burrowing into me to protect her from the storm. I likened it to how God protects us and wraps His arms around us in life's storms.
By 4 am, I realized my sleep for the day was done. I was no longer thinking deep thoughts. I won't post the ones I was thinking---they're not as nice and my previous thoughts.
At 4:25 I suggested the two wiggling bodies that were too close to me that they should go find their daddy downstairs. He considers this time of day to be a good time to be awake so it seemed logical to me that they go spend time with HIM.
When 5 am rolled around and the big one had joined the rowdy throng in my bed, I decided I might as well get up. I no longer had covers and barely had any bed and the hoodlums in my bed were louder than the storm outside the window.
They wanted breakfast. I told them no. I didn't want to have to feed them extra meals.
I insisted we start school. (That'll learn 'em to get ME outta bed before they should!)
By 6:15 am....we were more than 1/2 done with our school day. So I can blow the rest of the day doing other important things. Like blogging.....
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Yesterday at the grocery store, A saw her first real life nun. She yanked my arm, "Mom!! Did you see that?? It was a nun!! (I loved her use of "it"...rotfl!)
"They really ARE real!!"
Maybe we should've sent her off to Catholic school, instead of insistin' on home learnin'.....
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Today's also a birthday for me. On August 14, 1988, I became a Christian. Before that date, I'd gone to church, been baptized and confirmed but I still didn't know what I needed to do to go to Heaven. I used to lay in bed at night and worry about that line from my prayers "If I die before I wake" because I didn't know what would happen to me. I tried just bein' a good kid but felt something was still missing and I really didn't know what would happen to me if I did die in my sleep.
On August 14th, I learned that it wasn't up to me to get myself to Heaven, but to merely accept what Jesus did for me on that cross. Wow. That realization has changed my life.
4 years later, on August 14th, we learned my mom had cancer (what a birthday gift for her! NOT!). We learned it was terminal a few days later and during the next 2.5 year's time, it was only God's grace that sustained me. He's gotten me thru SO much more since then and His blessings on me are new every.single.morning. It's an incredible journey and I'm blessed. Truly blessed.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
I love to sew these super easy and pretty quick skirts for my girls. I've made quite a few of them to sell as well. If you want to practice your straight line sewing and gathering skills.....here's how:
I've had several people tell me that I should sell my pattern, but I love to sew and love to see others get the satisfaction of mommy made things as well, so here it is...in all it's homemade glory....for free.
(of course if you wanted to send me some PayPal, I'm always up for that too!! ;) ROTFL! Or just send me a picture of what you made w/my little tutorial. :D)
Thursday, August 9, 2007
9 year old A, laying on top of her daddy, threatening to tickle him and talking at him and just being obnoxious. 2.5 year old M comes and plunks herself down on top of A and makes her grunt from being laid on. A minute later, I watched M, VEEEERRY carefuly stick her finger into her big sister's ear which threw big sis into a bit of a dither.
Now, for her to learn to lick it first. Bwahahahaha!
To avoid that problem, I do two things. 1) Turn on the dvd player in the van, even for a short drive across town. 2) Every couple minutes I call out roll call to the back seat. Here's an example:
This is the point where I turn my head, while continuing to drive rapidly thru town to check and make sure she's still awake. She is. She's sitting back there with her stinker grin on, 'cause for ONCE in her life, she's managed to remain quiet!
A few minutes later, we repeat the scenario:
Me: "Who wants cookies?"
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
It was also a long 2 hours before I could call my chiropractor. God bless Dr. Bill....he could see me in an HOUR.
I loaded up the girls, we drove to the office (a bit of a challenge when turning one's head is painful and so is moving your right arm)and I got put right on the table. Then I got cracked. I LOVE getting cracked. Aaaaah.....
Then I got my neck cracked. I think I love that even more than havin' my back cracked. Oooh, it feels SOOOOOO good! I will not share what I compared it to once. Let's just say my dh was embarrassed and slightly mortified when I said it. (He gets like that every so often when I'm talking. ;))
But my upper back still hurt. So then the incredible Dr. Bill massaged my owie back. I sat w/my head tipped to the side and my tongue lolling out like a dog with his head hanging out the car window. Aaaah.....
Later in the day, after a handfull of Advil I dug thru the freezer looking for the cool chiro-issued cold pack. I couldn't find it so I settled for a bag of frozen corn and headed to the couch. A passed by and said, "Whatcha doin' Mom? Veggin' out?"
I would've smacked her....but my arm hurt.
Monday, August 6, 2007
4 jobs I have had:
babysitter, nanny, hotel maid, nanny (Ya think I've been overtrained for my current job????)
4 films I could watch over and over:
Cars, Beauty and the Beast, Three Musketeers, National Treasure
4 Places I have lived:
Iowa, another town in Iowa, Wisconsin. (I don't like to move!)
4 Favorite TV shows:
NCIS, ER (those are the only two I watch weekly, truly)
4 Favorite Foods:
pizza, ice cream, Chinese food, pretty much anything chocolate.
4 Websites I visit everyday:
2 message boards, eBay, For Better or For Worse
4 Places I would love to be:
Disney World, the fabric store, GARAGE SALIN', IKEA
4 Favorite Colors:
navy, red, pink, yellow
4 Names I love but would/could not use for my children:
Cassia (GS outvoted me), Carrigan (he got me again!), Molly (didn't go with the others), Thomas (just not girly enough)
I'm tagging: Carrie, Jennifer, Erica, and Christa
Saturday, the DaddyMan's sister, her dh and their 2 yo son came to visit. They stayed for the whole week. We decided to play the "how much can we do in a week" game. You judge....how'd we do?
a dog show
picnic in the park
playing at the big castle park
the outlet mall
Cold Stone Creamery (I am in LOVE!!)
the regular mall
the State Fair
more garage sales (Oh, the deals I found THIS weekend! And the fact I had another grownup to shop with....aaaaah!!)
We had fun! Come back soon!! :D
Friday, August 3, 2007
Yesterday was the Ikea/short naps for the kids/local mall day. At Children's Place, A fell in love w/a leopard print skirt, I found tights to match and a shirt and she went to try on everything but the tights. Thank God---it just didn't work for her, so we left.
As we were leaving the mall....the tights were still layin' in the stroller canopy.
So for the second time in a week, I had to go back and say, "Oops, sorry, I'm an idiot!".
If nothing else, my kids will learn how to apologize from my great example.