Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Church with G

Generally my two little girls have Sunday School during the hour that we're in church. Due to Christmas, all kids first grade on up get to go to big church with their parents.

G has finally gotten to the point that she's okay in big church--not talking, not too wiggly, not picking out wedgies for all the world to see.

She's decided tho, that she likes to be held during the worship part of church. So while we stand and sing, she wants me to hold her. The.entire.time. She's not usually too bad to hold because when you hold G, The Noodle Girl, she kind of just melts into you and drapes herself on you. She also only weighs 45lbs so she's fairly portable.

And while she snuggles up against you for the 20 to 30 minute worship time, she also likes to give butterfly kisses to your cheeks while you sing. She never complains about my singing either, unlike some people.

While I'm generally somewhat relieved when it's time to put her down at the end of the singing, I truly do enjoy our Sunday morning cuddles while we worship together. I'll be a bit sad when she's too big to pick up and cuddle so easily. I'm afraid that day's coming all too soon.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Happy Birthday to A!

My wonderful firstborn is a Christmas baby. A preeclampsia induced birth on Christmas Eve gave her that birthday. She thinks it's great to share a birthday with Jesus. Please don't tell her otherwise. :)

Here she is with a cool quilting book from Aunty C and Uncle D. Aunty C makes the most gorgeous quilts and I think she's trying to get A to share her love. I think that day could be coming.

A's into American Girl dolls. Have I mentioned that lately? But when your mom's a garage saler, it makes it hard to find complete sets of books in one sitting. Therefore we have a hodgepodge of the stories and only a few complete sets of any of the girls' stories. So getting not one, but three complete sets was a big perk. And since she'd been suspicious one day last summer when I called home and asked which dolls she had complete book sets of--her curiosity was finally satisfied.

Ooh look--a new American Girl. (This one came from a garage sale--anyone surprised??)

And my 'I'm going face paint myself' girl blowing out 11 candles on her lemon cake. (She didn't take my "You can't go wrong with chocolate" advice).
Happy Birthday sweet A. You were the best (okay, second best after Jesus) Christmas present ever and I love you dearly! You're a great kid, you make me laugh every.single.day and you're a great companion. I love you!

Saturday, December 27, 2008


Apparently Christmas vacation has gone on too long and one of my children is already getting bored. She asked what we were going to do this afternoon while her sisters were napping. I threw out some ideas and she shot them all down.

"Too bad I don't have a mom that likes to do fun, crafty things." she complained.

Hello?? I don't do fun crafty things?? Has she forgotten WHO her mother is?? I am SO insulted.


So, I broke out the Cricut machine I bought a few months ago from a friend and figured out how to use it. We're making thank you cards.

And as soon as we're done being fun and crafty, she can and write all her Christmas thank yous.

I'll show HER who's fun and crafty.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Merry Christmas was had by all.

Look! I got a hippopotomus for Christmas! After singing the "I want a hippopotomus for Christmas" song for the last week, I got one! Apparently when the DaddyMan took the girls out shopping for my gifts yesterday, they looked for a hippopotomus for me. When they couldn't find one, A came home and made one out of clay for me. Isn't she the sweetest? I know the best gift I could give the DaddyMan would be to stop singing that song. We all know how he feels about my singing.....

So yesterday while they were out shopping, I cranked out Christmas pjs for my girls. Are you noticing a last minute trend here? Um..yeah. Anyway, notice that ALL of my girls are looking at the camera AND smiling and no one's making a funny face or looking like they're not all there? Yeah...hmm. Go figure that when it's too late for the Christmas cards, THEN I get a decent picture!

My sweet aunt in California sent us all Big Dog tee shirts. A really loves hers!

This came from Aunty C and Uncle D. It's been a BIG hit today and all the girls have played with the vet kit. Poor Piper tho--I'm not sure she likes all the scrutiny that she's gotten with this set.

Ooh, a Breyer for G. Notice her pose? Yeah...remember this pose.

Ooh look, a bag to color, courtesy of Uncle D and Aunty C. She's SO excited to get to work on this. (Notice the pose again??)
Here's A with the Craigslist find I mentioned yesterday. I was right--she was THRILLED! Positively thrilled! Mama did good on this one!
And here's G again, you know, the kid with the head tilt, with her American Girl doll. Also a big hit. Although she informed me that Elizabeth doesn't come with, ahem, undergarments. Odd. I find it odd that a doll comes without them AND that she checked but I'm not going to think very hard about either of these things.
Here's M with one of the many Playmobil sets that was opened today. Have I mentioned how much my children love Playmobil? Seriously, worth every penny around here. Even the Playmobil pennies that I've accidently vacuumed up in recent years.
And here's Piper Wupper. She's finally found a clear enough spot to lie down and assess the damage. Or she's trying to figure out what she can eat that we won't notice.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

A Christmas Score!

In the last couple of years, my girls have gotten into American Girl dolls. We've managed to skip the whole Barbie flood and I consider the American Girl dolls a much better option! I was fortunate enough to find six American Girl dolls at garage sales last summer and some books and clothes too. I thought I was well set for my gift giving for years to come.

That is, until A informed me that if she could have any if the American Girl dolls, she'd want Jess. The problem with getting the Jess doll is that she was a "Girl of a Year" which means she was made for one year and then retired. That also means she's selling for more than her retail price on eBay. This mama's cheap! If I pay more than retail for something, I'll lose my title of cheap. Or frugal. Or thrifty.

So she told me she'd love to have Jess, I told her I agreed she was a beautiful doll but that she was pretty expensive on eBay and that's where the conversation ended. I didn't really give it another thought.


I was surfing Craigslist and saw someone had a NRFB (never removed from box!!!) Jess for best offer. I emailed, learned that the previous best offer was only $50. I offered $60 and picked her up yesterday. WhooHOO!

I cannot wait to see A's face on Christmas morning. She's going to be SO totally excited!!

I'd also picked up an Elizabeth doll to give to one of them at some point and while I don't really want to give G a long haired doll at her age, I know that this is the doll of HER dreams and she too will be beside herself on Christmas morning.

Sometimes it really is fun to be the mama!! :D

Monday, December 22, 2008

Box o' love

The other day M found a box. She wore it on her head for a while, thru the house, DOWN THE STAIRS (eek!) and into walls. She had a lovely time. Then she apparently got tired and put her box on the couch. Then she climbed in and I caught her with the camera.

I love the "corrosive" label on the box especially. ROTFL!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

I have a personal problem.

For the second day in a row--the underwire in my bra has broken. What is up with THAT?? I put on one yesterday and it seemed 'off' and I figure out later it was because the wire was broken. Today's bra seemed odd when I put it on but I was in a hurry and I just figured out it's because the wire's broken in THIS bra too!

And a couple days ago--the other bra just like this, that I like, blew a wire too!! Granted, I bought all of these the same day, but honestly what are the odds that ALL the underwires would break within a WEEK??

So today, I get to go bra shopping with children. Remember the last time? I'm SO not looking forward to this.

Okay, back to regular programming. Just ignore the woman w/one droopy bahootah....

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Misss M hasss now wrapped up her fffirst sssemessster offf ssspeech therapy. Twiccce a week, ssshe ssseesss Mr. Sssteve and he helpsss her work on the sssoundsss ssshe ssstrugglesss with.

Can you guessss which lettersss ssshe'sss ssspent the sssemessster on?

The good news is that she's making slow but sure progress. Over Thanksgiving break, she and I were working on the word "four" and she finally got it. She's now able to tell people that she's FFFooooor instead of door. The 's' sound is coming along nicely too and she's starting to remember to say it on her own when she's talking without being prompted.

The bad news is that we all ssseem to be dragging our 'ssss' sssoundsss a bit and people are sssstarting to look at usss fffunny.

I'm sure in time, it'll stop. ;)

Monday, December 15, 2008

More vacation pics

Oh for cryin' out loud! For some reason, my pictures are all cropped! If you want to see the whole picture, you need to click on them. Sorry. I'd take the time to figure out why this happened today but I'm supposed to be back to the grind--you know, school, homework, cleaning the house and other such fun??


Remember slide shows? Remember how when you were a kid, your grandma would set up a slide show of their trip to visit great aunt whomever and you were forced to see a bazillion pics of people you didn't know and places you've never been?

Thank God it's 2008 and you can skip a bunch of pics if you want instead of being stuck in a chair in the corner of the living room.

Did you know there's just not as much oxygen at 11,000 feet? For us lowlanders, that was a bit of a problem. G greeted us the very first morning by announcing that she was going to puke. And then she did. Bless her heart. After she got that out of her system, she was perfectly fine.

My uncle and the two children that he renamed Wiggle and Squirm. Gee, I don't know why....
These are the skiers that managed to take on the blue runs. That's easy stuff for the men of the family and a good accomplishment for A who's ever only skied about 3 times before this week.

The family ski bunnies. Or somethin' like that....
The Pink Torpedo/ Squirm
The Natural

Kamikazee Kid/Wiggle

The DaddyMan, mastering the art of getting TWO beginners on a chair lift by himself. Fortunately for him, I'd given G some lessons on this skill a couple days earlier. I need all the help I can get to get on and off myself, which pretty much meant she had to learn how to get off by herself (the helpful lift attendants will help her get on at the bottom of the mountain). We never once crashed at the top. THAT is in accomplishment to be proud of!

Playing Follow the Leader down the mountain.

Tom and Squirm. He taught her how to do tricks.

Like this. Who do you think is the brave one here? I offered to try this trick, but I was given "The Look". Maybe next year. ;)

A smiling A.
Squirm and wiggle beating some goofy woman down the mountain.

And last but not least, the DaddyMan. Watching him ski makes my heart go pitter pat. Ooooh, baby. He ended the week with two very swollen fingers that he got while trying not to smash my baby into the snow. Whatta guy!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The first day of vacation

We are home from our little ski trip. Now that I'm back on MY computer, I have some photos to share.

We decided to be really good parents for this trip and give the girls early Christmas presents. You know, the kind of presents that the kids thing are for them, but you know, they're really for YOU? Yep, iPods. We knew that having movies to watching and music to listen to would keep them occupied for the 2.5 hour plane ride and the 5 hour car ride to our destination.

A was the first to figure out what the matching gifts were.

G was peeking at her sister's.

And then she realized her dream of a pink iPod had come true! She'd been asking for one daily for months. Seriously. Months. It's been very annoying. It was about this time that EVERYONE in the waiting area of the airport knew my girls had just gotten iPods. G can do some serious squealing.

M took about 2.5 seconds to figure out how to watch movies on her new toy. Instant hit!

If I'd realized what a great gadget iPods for every member of my family would be, I would've bought them AGES ago! Can't you just feel the silence from this picture? Yeah baby!

Coming tomorrow---ski pictures. I managed to talk the DaddyMan a.k.a. The Expert Skier into skiing with the camera. Whatta guy!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I gave them the wrong names

After spending a few days with my children on the ski slopes, I realized I have named them the wrong names.

To begin with, A should've been "The Natural". Three days of ski school has her going down blue runs at a high rate of speed and cutting thru areas of trees--just because she can. At one point yesterday, she apparently did a full face plant into the snow, got up, dusted off and continued on her merry way. Brat.

G should've been named "The Pink Torpedo". She's been dressed all in pink and she likes to go fast. As we started down one run, I told her to go a little ways and then stop. I caught up with her about 10 minutes later and she was halfway down the run. When she falls, I can catch up because she likes to have help getting up. She's also mastered getting off the chairlift without falling. Impressive. That skill took me years to learn and I'm still far from proficient. At another time, I encouraged her to make big turns across the moutain and not go too fast. She got passed by a man going at a pretty good clip and fell in behind him and acted like his shadow. They FLEW down the mountain. :eek: (She was VERY proud of this trick!)

Miss M really should've been named "Kamikaze Kid". She's a maniac!! She too spent three days in ski school and apparently didn't really learn to turn back and forth across the mountain. Therefore, she just goes straight down. STRAIGHT down. Seriously, she's frightening to watch! She has NO fear! The DaddyMan did finally start getting her to turn somewhat, but turns just cramp her style.

And then there's me. I would be called "Biggest Wimp Skier Ever." I skied better than I thought I would but I hurt all over. And all the children are faster than me. There are no pictures of the children skiing, because I can't be trusted not to fall on top of it. THAT would sure leave a mark!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Giggle, snort

Do you ever have days when you wish you'd grow up and be that refined Jackie O type woman that you idolized as a child?

I'm not getting there very fast.

Yesterday, while at church for my mom's group, a friend said something that totally took me by surprise and totally shocked me. She said it while I was taking a drink. A drink of orange juice, to be exact.

And do you know what I did when she said it? Oh yeah--I totally sprayed orange juice out my nose. Seriously people, what 35 year old, refined, mature woman does THAT?

To make the situation worse, I couldn't just calmly wipe it up, blow my nose, regain my composure and walk on. Oh, no, because orange juice in your sinuses burns like a bad case of 'roids, which means you must blow repeatedly. (oops, tmi) Not to mention that it's very hard to repeatedly blow your nose, wipe up the mess you've made and get back your composure when you're laughing so hard that there are tears streaming down your face and you're bent over double as you remember just what your friend said and the fact that you blew orange juice all over.

Sheesh. I'm never going to drink in public again. And then maybe I'll mature.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

A small giggle

Today it's snowing and the back window in my van fogged over. After searching for a minute for the rear defroster, I pushed the button. I waited and it didn't seem to be working. I complained allowed, "My back won't defrost!" A hopped in with a "Don't you have your bum warmer on??"

I do love my heated seats. And Bum Warmer is such a funner name for them. :)

Then we drove thru at McDonalds and I ordered "20 piece chicken nuggets and 6 chocolate chip cookies please."

The response? "Do you want cream or sugar with that?"

I could only laugh while the drive thru lady stammered to correct herself. Apparently she'd been selling more coffee than nuggets today.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Great Christmas Tagging

My friend Cathe, tagged me. Cathe's an amazing quilter and all around really smart lady. She's a tiny bit bossy and while last week she did give me two red flags on the message board we're on together, I'm going to accept her tag anyway.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper. I wrap each of the girls' packages in different paper and leave off the name tags. That way they don't know whose is whose before Christmas. (Shh...don't tell them my secret code. So far they haven't figured it out!)

2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial. We used to buy real Blue Spruce trees when we had toddlers tho. Blue Spruce are pokey and my children learned quickly not to touch.

3. When do you put up the tree? Mid December.

4. When do you take the tree down? I like to take it down right after Christmas, but the DaddyMan likes to leave it up until after New Year's.

5. Do you like eggnog? Eww. No!

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Um....

7. Hardest person to buy for? My dad.

8. Easiest person to buy for? A

9. Do you have a nativity scene? I have have my Grandma's set. It's a porcelain Mary holding baby Jesus and Joseph leaning protectively over her. I also have a complete Precious Moments set but I don't love it like I used to, so I should eBay it. I LOVE the new Willow Tree set and am coveting that.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail. They each have a picture AND a letter. That's what I like to receive too.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Rainbow Brite folders. You know, the kind you use in school?? I was about 11 when I was given them and they were NOT a hit. The plastic cover for my car to keep the snow off wasn't a hit either.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? White Christmas.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? August? I like spreading out the spending.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas gift? Yes. Remember the car cover from #11? Mom gave it to me the next year too. ROTFL!

16. Lights on the tree? Yes.

17. Favorite Christmas song? Away in a Manger

18. Travel at Christmas or stay at home? Home! The DaddyMan insisted on this tradition early in our marriage. We spend Christmas Day at home and I love it! I do miss the friends we had in Iowa who would come over on Christmas night to celebrate A's birthday with us tho.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Yes. My brain is full of useless information like that. I can name the dwarfs too. :P

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? A star. I know a really bad joke about how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree. If you'd like to hear it, ask me the next time you see me. ;)

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? We started the tradition of getting new pjs for the kids on Christmas Eve and we open the rest of the presents on Christmas Day.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Santa. Christmas is about Jesus, people! We don't do Santa at our house and I hate hate hate watching people lie to their kids and I hate all the Santa decorations, cards and stupid inflatable things in people's yards.

23. What theme or color are you using? Random bright colors.

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner. Mom's cinnamon rolls that the DaddyMan makes for Christmas morning breakfast. We have seafood for supper. I'd rather eat cinnamon rolls.

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? To spend time with my family, relaxing and having fun.

26. Who is most likely to respond to this? Erica and Mary. They are decorating goddesses this time of year and this will give them a chance to post pictures.

27. Who is least likely to respond to this? Carrie. If you saw the contortions she has to go thru to check her email, you'd understand why.

Monday, December 1, 2008


I forgot to share this a few days ago....

My sister drove up on Thursday and was due to arrive after naptime. As I tucked M into bed for her nap she asked, "Who is coming to my house today?"

I told her Aunt Rosie.

"Aunt Yosie?? MY Aunt Yosie?? I yike that guy!" She grew more excited with each comment which cracked me up.

And just so you know, M calls everyone 'that guy' when she can't remember their names. Also, someday soon we're confident she'll learn to say both "R" and "L". :D

Sunday, November 30, 2008


Whew! What a fun weekend! :D

My sister and her wonderful daughter came to visit for Thanksgiving. We ate turkey, played Wii, shopped on Black Friday for 7 hours, played Wii, ate some more and had a fun time just hanging out.

We also introduced Piper the Wonder Dog to Hottie and Reebok, the excitable spotted bouncy dogs my sister brought along. Once Reebok got past her, "Gosh I'm little and I must make the big dog fear me" issue, they had a good time running laps around the yard together.

Now the holiday weekend is over and it's back to life as normal. That will begin with a Sunday afternoon nap.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Jealousy is an ugly thing.

As you know from today's earlier post, the DaddyMan is suffering from the dreaded 'D' word. My oldest child is not.

Said child clogged the toilet earlier today and since DaddyMan's not feeling so hot, he was rather grumpy about having to deal with the toilet yet again. As he worked to unclog the toilet (that he may need at any time) he griped at her and gave her the great "Don't use too much toilet paper" lecture. He ranted for several minutes while he plunged.

He shut up rather quickly though, when A told him, "You're just jealous 'cause I can make a solid poopie and you can't!"


That was worth my time

I got our mortgage bill in the mail today. I saw that it was TWICE the normal amount and quickly realized I FORGOT TO PAY THE MORTGAGE last month. :eek:

In addition to now paying that lump sum all at once, I also had a $55 late fee. I sure didn't want to pay THAT too!

So I called to play the, "I'm a good customer and I've never been late before" card. But, of course, their stupid automated system was bein' a stinker and I was getting frustrated. I considered just hanging it up and paying the stupid fee. But, I'm cheap, so I kept trying because I figured my 5 minutes was worth the $55 if my plan worked.

It did!! The nice man who's English wasn't so great waived the fee!!! I got back the $55 I was going to lose for bein' an idiot!! WhooHOOO!

(and I'll ignore the fact that the still sick and therefore cranky, DaddyMan said, "How do you FORGET the mortgage??" Um...by letting the bill get mixed into the 'paid bills' pile on my messy desk of course!)

Let the fun begin

Someone in our family has an 'upset stomach.' That would also be known as diarrhea. Notice I spelled it correctly? I think that 'diarrhea' has to be one of the most misspelled words in the English language. I learned to spell it in college during a nutrition class. It seemed like either too much or too little of the vitamins and minerals we discussed would give you this affliction.


Someone in our family has this malady. You know what that means, right?? Frantic scrubbing? Nope. A haze of Lysol? Nope. Running to the store for Pepto and toilet paper? Nope.

No, we'll spend the day making up verses to the diarrhea song. You know the one, "When you're sliding into first and your pants start to burst, diarrhea. Uh huh, diarrhea."

If we come up with a new verse you should add to your repetoire, I'll be sure to post it. Stay tuned for THAT bit o' fun! ;)

Monday, November 24, 2008

Why everything's made in China

Because it can get to you faster than it can from California!

We ordered the girls some gifts for Christmas. Two of the girls are getting identical things and we ordered them from a popular website.

(What they really wanted for Christmas was to pool their money again this year and get Piper a friend, but we nixed that plan.)

Sorry, back on topic...

Package A
11/16 Package data transmitted to FedEx
11/18 leaves California
11/20 Arrives in Chicago
11/21 Delivered to me at noon

Package B

11/17 Picked up in Shenzhen China
11/17 (same day!) arrives in Alaska
11/18 (in the wee hours of the morning) arrives in Indiana
11/18 (before 10 am!) Delivered to me!

To recap---You can order the same thing from the same website and one package can take 2 days to travel from China, whereas the identical product will take FIVE days to travel across the USA. Go figure.

Friday, November 21, 2008

I'm annoyed.

Yesterday, on the incredibly liberal Barbara Walter's show, The View, Joy Behar called homeschooled kids "demented" and "afraid of other kids".


Have you MET my children?? They are hardly afraid of other kids. Heavens, they're so oversocializeded that they aren't afraid to talk to ANYONE. And demented?? While they do have a slightly twisted sense of humor, they're far from demented. I'm so offended by this @#$%$# woman's comments I could practically spit!

If you'd like to let ABC know how you feel about Joy, the former school teacher's insanely rude comment, feel free to click to contact ABC: http://abc.go.com/site/contactus.html?lid=ABCCOMGlobalFooter&lpos=CONTACT

Thanks. Mine and about 2,000,000 other kids thank you.

Thursday, November 20, 2008


Tonight at dinner I served breaded tilapia and tarter sauce for the ones who like to dip everything in some sort of condiment.

I noticed M holding her fork in one hand while she dipped and then ate her fish with the other, utensil-less hand. I had to ask, "Um, hello? Do you have a fork?"

"No" was her polite reply.

"Then what are you holding?" I asked.

She looked somewhat surprised to see a fork in her hand, so she carefully tucked it under the edge of her plate and then looked at me and very politely responded, "Nothing."

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

What are you doing?

Tonight the DaddyMan decided to pester me. Repeatedly. I'll spare you the details of just what he was doing to terrorize me, so feel free to use your imagination.

As I was starting to get totally annoyed with him, I told him, "You are NOT winning Husband of the Day!"

He replied, "That's okay, I'm going for Daddy of the Day instead."

A's comment was, "Oh yeah, whatcha gonna do??"


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Skills your 10 yo doesn't need to have

She doesn't need to know how to unlock doors with a bent paperclip. Thankfully it's not a skill my ten year old has perfected. Otherwise, what she would've encountered on Saturday morning might have left her scarred. For life.

The embarrassment scar I would've suffered would've left me scarred for life too. Far worse than the day she helped with laundry and she saw something I never needed her to see. The words 'leopard print thong' will forever bring back a rather unpleasant memory. And someday she'll grow up, have an 'Ah ha' moment and forever be eeked out.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Happy Birthday to you.....

Guess who's havin' a birthday!

A? Nope, 6 more weeks for her.

G? Nope, 6 more months for her....

M? Nope, 11 more months for her.

It's PIPER! Piper the Wonder Dog---oooh OOOH! Our latest addition turned one today. Which in mastiff years is about...oh.... I don't know....25?

Remember back in March when we brought home the sweet little puppy? Isn't she adorable??

Piper's done a little growing in the last 8 months. She's gone from about 45lbs to probably 115.

She's bonded well with the children. This child especially. A's imitating Piper. Do you see the resemblance?

Oooh, someone's grown an awful lot in the last 8 months. Just think of how much bigger she'll be next year at this time!
Happy birthday Piper Wupper!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Mommy: Today we're going to talk about a lunar eclipse. Any guesses on what that is?
G: Who's that?
A: :laughter:
G: Is it a crazy person?
A: Is it a bird?
Mommy: Um...no, lunar or like le lune or Luna?
A: It's not a bird?
G: I don't know.
Mommy: How about the moon? Remember lunar refers to the moon??
A: Oh, right.
G: Are you ready for a margarita?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday's giggle

A few weeks ago I found these cute little cupcake cups at Joann's and used my 40% off coupon so I got them for less than the price of a new cupcake pan (which I needed, btw!).

I washed them and left the new cups and some other dishes to dry on the counter. I came back a while later and discovered this. (Click the picture for the full effect).

What??? "It's bear church, Mom!" Adrienne proudly informed me. And the two bears to the preacher's right? They would be the choir.

I'm going to be disappointed when she grows up and my house becomes dull, aren't I?

Friday, November 7, 2008

I finished something!

A year ago, I took a quilting class. The class was taught by my friend Cathe, quilter extrordinare and the goal was to make a Christmas table runner. I had a bad day during one of the class sessions and I wrote about it in The Day of Bloopers post.

This week, I finally finished my table runner! WhooHOO! I'll have it for THIS Christmas. :) Don't look too closely tho--I accidently turned one square sideways AND since I messed up the ends, I had to splice in more fabric. Oh well, it's still festive, don'tcha think?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Just a morning with me....

I started my day with some internet time, a chat with my sister, breakfast with my girls and then some school.

Then I headed upstairs to chat with my best friend and put away laundry. Since she's gone back to work, our time to chat has been seriously limited and we are trying to make the most of the 5 minute phone conversations we do get. Today's conversation lasted longer than 5 minutes and were having a good chat.

In fact, about 40 minutes later, A came upstairs with a panicked look on her face. "Don't you have to go somewhere? Do you know what time it is?" I looked at the clock and realized I had FIVE minutes to get M to speech. M was playing in the basement, in her pjs, uncombed and unbrushed. Me? I was in bright orangeknit capris, an oversized navy tee shirt and I was also uncombed and unbrushed. And... I wake up looking a bit, well, greasy. (Eww.)

After screaming in the phone--"Aaack! I forgot speech! Gotta go!!" I ran into M's room for a dress and pony tail holder, ran down the stairs to dress her and loaded us into the van. I dropped her off, apologized for being late (somehow, we weren't very late) and told her teacher I'd be back in 25 minutes when she was done. Then I sprinted home, thru the shower and went back for her. Whew. Tragedy averted.

A bit later, I saw the garbage truck coming down the block. On the curb in front of our house was our piece-o-crap dishwasher that the Daddyman and my father in law removed on Sunday. (Yes, it looked as redneck as you're thinking). They parked it on the curb, hoping someone would take it. No such luck. I'm guessing that about everyone else in the subdivision has the same piece-o-crap dishwasher and no one else wanted it either.

When the garbage man pulled up and dumped my can using the handy grabber arm, I asked him if he'd take the dishwasher. "Sorry, I can only take what's in the can." Hmm.... I thought for a moment and said, "So if I put it in the can, you'll take it?" He agreed that if I could put it in the can, he'd take it away.

So, I threw the kick plate, hose and rack in the big green can and then..... I wrapped my arms around the piece-o-crap dishwasher and plunked it partially in and mostly on, the green can. Mr. Garbage Man, who'd watched me and my enormous feat of strength from the seat of his truck, used his handy grabber arm, dumped the can and we both went on our merry way.

When I called the DaddyMan to tell him the good news, he said he was going to call me Zorba the Greek from now on. (Note to self: look her up and see if I should be offended). When I told my best friend in our second phone call of the day (which lasted under 5 minutes) she was awed. Totally awed. "I know you're determined so I'm not surprised you managed to get it in there!" I told her I really just didn't want to pay $40 to have them haul it away. She agreed and we decided that when it comes to bein' cheap--I'm REALLY determined.

Now it's naptime and I'm really hoping that the rest of the day is uneventful. Considering I'm taking 3 kids to the eye doctor later today, I'm kinda doubting that's gonna be the case tho.

Monday, November 3, 2008

We now return...

to your regularly scheduled programming.

Today's the end of a 9 day visit with my inlaws. We shopped, we ate, we ate, we ate, we did some small projects and we played Fill or Bust. It was fun. I have great inlaws. :)

Now, it's back to reality. We took last week off school and now I have to go back to crackin' the whip and getting our school work done. My little scholars are generally willing and able tho, so hopefully the transition from 'spoiled by grandparents' to 'back to the grind' won't hurt 'em.

Time will tell.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

It's a small world

My inlaws are visiting from Montana. We've been doing a lot of hanging out, shopping, eating and a bit of sightseeing. Thus the slow blogging week. One day last week we went to the big museum in a nearby city. As we were in the elevator, an older man tried to convince M to talk to him. She didn't want to.

When I looked at him, I noticed that he was wearing an Iowa State University hat. I pointed to the DaddyMan, my father in law and myself and said, "We all went there. Do you know anyone in Ames?" He did. His son is the pastor at a church there. Not our old church, but the one we attended after our church's great debacle before we moved here.

He also told me that he lives in the big town next to my town. I asked him where he want to church. (Yes, I asssumed on this.) He attends a different church than I do and when I told him where I go, he informed me his daughter goes to my church. I'm going to have to track her down. Won't that be crazy?

As we left the elevator, (yes, I learned all this in a two story elevator ride) I overheard the DaddyMan saying something to his dad. I'm not sure but it was either a) I always talk to strangers or b) I can make an Iowa connection anywhere I go. :D

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Say what?

Tonight the DaddyMan referred to A as a whackjob.

She asked, "Since we're made in the image of God, does that make Him a whackjob too?"

Can you say, "Headed straight to hell?" Oy!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Oops, I think that came out wrong.

My inlaws are coming to visit. Tonight at dinner the DaddyMan was harassing A that she doesn't get a fall break from school while they're here and instead Grandpa could help her with her math.

She asked, "Why? Is he smart too?"

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

A bit of gushing

The DaddyMan was out of town a couple of nights this week. I kinda missed him.

I missed having a grown up to talk to, laugh with and cuddle up next to at night. He barely minds when I put my cold feet on him.

I missed layin' on the couch with him after supper. We snuggle there often. He tolerates me smushing him into the cushions, encouraging Piper the Wonder Dog to lick his ears and occasionally singing to him.

(I'm sure he didn't miss my singing. Apparently when one is as musically talented as my man, you don't always appreciate a slightly 'off' singer. He can sing. He can play a bunch of instruments and if he wanted to play more--he'd teach himself. And he'd be good.)

I had a computer question and I missed having him here to answer it for me. I've never seen him not be able to fix a broken computer. I've seen him lay awake at night trying to figure out how to fix one and then get up before dawn to fix it. He's very smart. He's my resident geek.

I missed having him to walk the dog. I like when he walks her and takes all the girls so I can have the first 20 minutes of quiet I've had all day. It puts me in a much better mood for suppertime.

I missed talking politics over dinner. He's very smart about that subject too.

I missed talking about the Bible over dinner. Religion and politics...our conversations are a good addition to any party.

I missed the ritual he brings to my day. From the wake up kiss I get every morning, to the after workout threat of a sweaty hug to the nagging me to go to bed. When he's not around, I sleep to late, don't have my afternoon squeal about being touched by icky sweat and don't go to bed on time.

I missed cooking real dinner. I'm tired of eggs. I'm such a lazy cook when he's not here. I love that he gives honest opinions about new recipes. I always know where a new dish stands with him.

I missed having him knock my socks off after the girls fall asleep. You know what I mean. I'm forever thankful that I waited for him. He was worth the wait.


A friend of mine lost her teenage brother in an accident earlier this summer. Their mom is a homeschooling pioneer and an incredible writer.

Read what she posted most recently and think hard about her words.
Rhonda Robinson's Blog

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I've been tagged.

Thanks to Erica, I have been tagged to share 7 random and/or weird facts about myself. While it was easy to quickly name quirks about Erica, I have had to put more thought into quirks about myself.

1. I love new socks. The DaddyMan and I share socks. When I buy new ones, I hide them and make sure I wear them all first before throwing them in our communal sock drawer. In my defense, he doesn't share the love for super soft, super thick socks that I have.

2. I like to do laundry. I consider getting stains out a challenge. I'm pretty good at getting stains out. I often talk people down at garage sales because an item has a stain and then I come home and get it out. I also don't mind a bit of ironing and love to neatly put everything away. In a perfect world, I'd have a big laundry room and devote one day a week to doing ALL the laundry start to finish.

3. Typos bug me. The most annoying one? Misusing a quotation mark. Just a reminder--'s shows ownership OR are used in a contraction. Today's Special is right. Grit's and Eggs is not. I think I'm a decent speller too and words that are continually misspelled bug me too. Look it up people!

4. I know what I've given everyone on my Christmas shopping list for every Christmas since about 1999. I keep a notebook and write down all purchases, including what I put in the girls' stockings. Anal? Maybe. Deal with it. Ya'll know it's a great idea. (Notice I used THREE apostrophes correctly in that sentence??)

5. My bra and panties almost always match. I feel 'off' or 'sloppy' all day if they don't.

6. I'm a carseat Nazi. I'm not afraid to tell perfect strangers that their straps are twisted or that their carseat's installed too loose or whatever. I have lost track of the number of carseats I've reinstalled for my friends. Oh, and just a tip--kids are safer rear facing. Some carseats are good up to 35lbs rear facing.

7. I can spread my toes really far apart. The big toe wings one way, the three toes in the middle hang together and then my pinky toe goes freakishly far out. Funny thing--all three of my girls got my toes.

I'm going to tag:

Debi, (I've known her forever. I could probably make stuff up if she doesn't do it!)

Melissa, my favorite Marine's wife,

Jenny, 'cause I want to know what she has to say

Cathe, 'cause I could name a few for her and I wonder if she'll pick the same things,

Jennifer, who makes me laugh

Carrie, who enjoys hobbies I can't imagine enjoying

and Mary,who loves to sew as much as I do.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Hair today...

Someone asked the other day how old my children are. A--the one w/the twisted sense of humor is 10. G is 6 and M just turned 4.

They're pretty easy to keep straight--their names are alphabetical. Also, the first and last have a darker complexion from their Japanese relatives while G is pale like her mother, yet petite like those same relatives that gave her sisters pretty skin.

G was also the blonde one of the bunch. But today, while brushing her hair, I noticed that it's considerably darker than it used to be. Honestly, I knew it was getting darker but it wasn't until I looked back at pictures that I noticed that it's gone thru quite a transformation.

Age 3

Age 6
Whew...she's not a blonde any longer. Now if I can just get her to stop acting like one. ;)
(Love ya Debi and Erica!)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Another day with my cherub.

Tonight A and the DaddyMan had the job of walking the Wonder Dog. During some part of their conversation, A informed her dad that he was a geek.

He informed her that if he was a geek, as his offspring, she would also be a geek.

"Nope, I'm only half geek. My mother's a whackjob."

Hmm... Exactly WHERE does she come up with this stuff??

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Tonight for dinner I made a new recipe. (Nothing strikes fear in my family's hearts quite like "new recipe" does.) As, I took the lid off the crockpot full of Meatball Stroganoff, A asked me, "What'd you get that out of?"

I told her I got the recipe out of our local MOPS group cookbook.

"Oh, it looks like it came out of SOMEONE, not a cookbook." she responded.


Thankfully, after trying tonight's newest addition to my recipe repitoire, she deemed it delicious.

(She's still a brat. But a funny one.)

Monday, October 13, 2008

A girl and her dog

I just don't know what to say about this one:

Anyone have a clever title?


That's the noise you might hear when the mommy opens the dryer and discovers her beloved 10 year old stuck a pen in her pants pockets and left it there to be washed.

Did you know ONE ballpoint pen can turn the ENTIRE drum of your dryer BLUE? Not to mention how much blue got all over the clothes.

The DaddyMan took on scrubbing the dryer. In the process he gave himself a wicked headache and a possible chemical burn in his nose and throat getting the dryer mostly clean.

I used half a bottle of hairspray on the clothes and rewashed them and then learned you have to SCRUB all those spots too get the ink out. Lovely. Guess what I get to do today?

That's right, I get to go buy some cheaper-than-Paul-Mitchell-hairspray and then spray and scrub every.single.spot so I can wash these clothes for the THIRD time and hopefully get the ink out of two of my shirts and other people's clothes too.

Fun times, people. FUN times.....

Friday, October 10, 2008

Birthday recap

My baby's four. Sniff. I'm still trying to get used to this idea. Last night we took her out for baked beans (remember, that's what she wanted) and then came home for presents and cake.

The first present was from Aunt D and Uncle D. They sent a pretty card too. M ripped it open and pretended to read aloud, "Open the present, NOW!" So, she did and found a fun new book.
Big Sister G has two of these 'fuzzy' shirts from Hanna Andersson that she LOVES. She wears them weekly and M's been lamenting that she doesn't have a fuzzy. When I discovered they were on sale the other morning while talking to my big sis, she said to order one from her. M opened the box and yelled, "Oooh MY fuzzy! I've been wanting one of these!"

And then, she hugged it.
Next came a cool personalized Veggie Tales cd from Auntie C and Uncle D. As soon as this hits the van, I'm sure we'll have it memorized in NO time.

Finally, her present from Mom and Dad. What exactly do you buy a girl with two big sisters who've already received all the classic toys?? That's right..... a Plasma Car! A friend has one and my girls had fun on hers and last week while we were at the local toy store she rode one ALL over the store. Since it was on sale and I was at a loss for a gift idea, one followed us home (without M's knowledge!). It's a hit.

Now it's time for the lion cake, that I spent the afternoon working on, per M's request.

Hey! What's that I see from the corner of my eye while the girls are finishing their cake?? Could it be?? The DaddyMan?? Riding his child's new toy?? Or has some bald man broken in and is trying to make a fast getaway on a child's toy? (A cool child's toy--one with a 220lb weight limit.)

And this picture is from the morning. The happy birthday girl, with her new haircut, her new duds and her new toy. :)