Saturday, June 28, 2008
The other day I was driving to a friend's house. I was under a time constraint so I was hurrying. I planned to take one road, but then I opted to take one that looked like a better route and after driving 3 miles past a "Road Closed Ahead" sign, I realized they weren't kidding. Shoot.
I turned around to find a different route and called my friend to explain why I'd be late and ask for directions. I was trying to tell her what road I was on, when something caught my eye and I interrupted myself with an "Oooh cool! There are four really big cool herons or cranes or something walking thru that flooded field! Cool! I've never seen so many together at the same time!" I then laughed a bit as I realized my friend was still TRYING to tell me how to get to her house and I had taken a serious tangent.
Oooh, gotta go. I heard someone say "ice cream!"
This morning, I poured the powdered part into some jelly and then dumped her dog food in on top. I felt a little bad about making her dog food taste bad. Yep, I'm becoming a sap.
I was telling my sister, the dog breeder, about my woes and she basically said, "Duh! Just stick 'em down her throat. It's not like she's a little bitty dog that you can't do that! You can stick your whole hand in there!".
Oh, right. So tonight when it was pill time, I called Piper to me, had her sit and then opened her mouth, inserted my hand and stuffed them down. I turned around to wash my hand, wrist and lower arm and caught a glimpse of the DaddyMan's look of shock. He couldn't believe I'd just stuffed pills down the dog's throat that fast, with that little difficulty and most importantly, with so much skill.
After almost 15 years of marriage, there's so much he doesn't know. ;) Maybe tomorrow I'll show him that I can take a dog's temperature too. Think that'll impress him?
:leaves desk in a hurry to go wash hands again:
Thursday, June 26, 2008
A's decided to join the conversation. "You know G, you're really good at whining. You practice so much and if there was a whining contest, I bet you'd win!"
"A!" I scolded.
"But Mom, you say we're supposed to say words that build up and encourage and I was doing THAT!" A informed me.
"Um...yeah. But you're not supposed to encourage BAD behavior. Didn't you get the memo?" I asked.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
A gave her words of advice, "If we came home with a new fridge, Dad would have a cow. If we got a big blue pool, he'd have the whole BARN!"
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
M's been very into saying the dinner prayer for quite some time. She very sweetly says, "Tank yo Je-us. EAT!" LOL It's pretty funny and has cracked us up many times.
Last week she attended VBS and has learned to pray apparently. Now our dinertime prayer has become, "Thank you for dis day. Thank you Jesus. 'men." Sniff. My baby's growing up.
If you notice, she never truly mentions the food. Which is an improvement over some unnamed members of this family who've been known to pray, "Please don't let it kill us" or "Thank you God, for Pizza Hut."
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
We tried a local restaurant that we'd never been to and the food was good. Around here, Friday night is 'Fish Fry' night at EVERY restaurant it seems and attending these Friday events seems to be the main entertainment for the 60+ age group. Once again, we went out on Friday night and found ourselves to be the youngest people in the restaurant for dinner. Oh well.
We also saw the new Harrison Ford movie. Um...that would be the Indian Jones movie. My opinion? Seriously weird. I like his other movies ('cept for the snakes and other such vermin) but this was weird. Truly the worst Indy movie ever. :P
Tonight we were telling the girls about the movie and how weird it was. There was no great 'treasure' and there were aliens. A informed us that Hans Solo should be used to aliens. Yes, my children figure out at a young age that Harrison Ford has been both Hans Solo and Indiana Jones.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sunday I whacked my forehead on the van door in my rush to get everyone buckled in and to church on time. Since we were late on our way to worship God, I wasn't exactly as um, holy as I might have been which may be why God decided to whack me with the door to remind me to be a good mom. 6 days later, my head still has a sore spot.
Thursday afternoon I tripped over the dog bowls and face planted on to the floor. Thankfully, my left knee kinda stopped me and now it's really sore. Of course the jarring that my 35 year old self got when I slammed into the carpet also has my neck and back feeling a bit less than wonderful. Oy, I'm old! Actually I'm feeling about twice my age due to this random act of clumsiness.
Yesterday I noticed a sore spot on my leg. It feels like a bug bite, but it's swollen up like a spider bite or something. The DaddyMan comforted me by saying, "Well if it's a brown recluse bite, you'll know 'cause your flesh will start getting eaten away."
Shoot....why didn't it bite my thighs instead?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Today we went to VBS and I was chatting with one of my mommy friends that I've known for several years. She's heard some of the goofy things my family does for birthdays. That is apparently what prompted her to ask about his birthday celebration in this manner:
"So, did you give him something special in bed?"
HUH?? I was SO shocked by HER saying this to me, that my jaw immediately dropped and I started to laugh hysterically. She quickly rethought what she'd just said and realized WHAT she'd just said and stammered, "I mean, breakfast in bed? Don't you all eat special breakfasts IN BED for your birthdays??"
Oh....THAT kind of celebration. Um...yeah. He doesn't do the special birthday breakfast of load-yourself-up-on-sugar-for-the-day-before-7-am thing for his special day. And now that he's heard HER suggestion of how we should celebrate, I'm thinkin' he's gonna want a different kind of sugar.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A: What's the purpose of underwear? I mean, what are they for?
Me: Well, um... they keep your bum from touching your pants.
G: They keep my bum warm!
A: So? Why do you need them?
Me: Well...um.... if you didn't wipe well, you'd get drippies on your pants and that'd be gross.
G: They keep my bum warm!
A: I wipe well.
Me: Are you wearing underwear???
A: Yes. But I wonder why I need to.
Aack. Um...anybody got a better reason short of "that time of the month"? They never tell you these types of conversations will come up when you leave the hospital with that sweet, little, non verbal baby!
Monday, June 16, 2008
She was insistent that she get to change out of her dress. But before I could agree, I had to ask one more time just what it did to her. "Huulooop!" she said, throwing it over her head. Oh man, could she be any more precious??
It reminded me of the day that M and I were in the basement and Piper came down to see what was going on. She wasn't so good at the stairs yet, lost her footing and slid down on her belly. M found that hysterical and for days afterwards told everyone that "Piper fall down stairs bahlooom, bahlooom, bahloom, bahlooom!" I love watching her little face as she makes sound effects. She's far too cute.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
My dearest friend Carrie's church is now under water, in spite of many hours of work by many devoted parishners. You can see pictures on her hubby Scott's blog here They're very sad to see. Parkview is a wonderful church and I know that they will praise Him in this storm.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Rules:You can only use one word and it's not as easy as you might think. Now copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers.
1. Where is your cell phone? Purse
2. Where is your significant other? Work
3. Your hair? newlyhighlighted
4. Your mother? Dead
5. Your father? gardening
6. Your favorite thing? giggling
7. Your dream last night? Funny
8. Your dream/goal? Grandkids
9. The room you're in? Office
10. Your fear? sadkids
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Iowa
12. Where were you last night? Home
13. What you're not? Thin
14. Muffins? blueberry
15. One of your wish list items? finishedbasement
16. Where you grew up? Iowa
17. The last thing you did? Dinner
18. What are you wearing? capris
19. Your TV? Off
20. Your pet? PipertheWonderDog
21. Your computer? Dying
22 Your life? stressfree
23. Your mood? relaxed
24. Missing someone? Yes
25. Your car? boring
26. Something you're not wearing? underwear
Just kidding. I'm just making sure you're paying attention.
27. Your summer? nothingspecial
28. Your favorite color? yellow
29. When is the last time you laughed? 4:30
30. Last time you cried? yesterday
Tag to everyone!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
All my girls have been late talkers. But once they start, sheesh, they don't shut up. M's no different but she's hard to understand and she talks fast and she just assumes that you'll catch what she's trying to tell you. If you have to ask her to repeat something, she gives you a look like you're an idiot.
I've spoken with a friend who's a speech pathologist and she recommended getting her some help because she does have some delays and she's hard for the average not Mommy person to understand. So I looked around on the local school's site trying to find 'early intervention' stuff and I learned that it'll be September 2 before she'll start therapy! HELLO?? That's a three months from now! (Okay, yes, I have had suspicions for um...several.... months that she needed help and now that I've admitted it I'd like to get her evaluated and going to therapy TODAY!)
The local place that two people recommended to me we'll have to pay for. Our $^#$^ insurance of course, will not cover it. I called the DaddyMan because I couldn't even find the ^#$%$# insurance book and we looked it up online. I was, of course, fretting about the cost. But like the wise man that he is, he calmly said, "This is our child and people need to be able to understand her, right? Well, there's no price on that, so do what you need to do to get it fixed." Sniff. Gosh I love him. He could tell this was stressing me.
So, I've spent the morning on the phone. We're getting the evaluation done privately, we'll hopefully go to private therapy this summer and then we can transfer to the school system's services in September. Whew. I have a plan. Onward and upward to better speech Miss M and no more people asking if she's speaking Chinese.
Since A loves to talk redneck and loves to talk Star Wars, it shouldn't have suprised me the other night at dinner when these two worlds collided. Into your best Yoda voice stir in a bit of drawl and repeat after A:
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
She interruped, "You mean they kissed too?? Eww!"
We, er...I, talked another minute or so and asked if she had any questions because I'd prefer that she ask me rather than talking about this private thing with her friends.
"Yeah, I have a question."
(I braced myself and silently prayed for wisdom.)
"What's for lunch tomorrow?"
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I read thru the book when I first bought it and tucked it away for future reference AND I've had three children so I figure I have a rough understanding of the subject, but I read it again today, just to be sure of how they worded things, in case I was asked. Um...wow. Yeah...Eek! The idea of talking about that with my CHILD who I still often view as the adorable toddler... Nooooo! Don't make me!! Don't make her grow up yet!!
So later on I told her that I noticed she'd had that book out and asked if she'd read it.
She casually answered, "Yeah."
And then she added with her 'help I'm gonna gag' face, "Gruesome!"
(Hmm....I've never used that word to describe THAT but hmm.... I may have to consider it.)
The DaddyMan's gonna come home and think I was trying to recreate the New Orleans Experience again.
Did I mention he taught A what the term "lush" means?
Saturday night I wanted to go out on a date with the DaddyMan. I was specifically thinking dinner and the new Harrison Ford....er... Indiana Jones movie. But the DaddyMan had been running a fever all day and wasn't feeling so good. We stayed home and I started laundry.
My new washer has a clear lid and no agitator. DaddyMan, being the engineer that he is, is rather fascinated by how the new washer works. He watched me load it and turn it on and then we stood there watched it do it's work.
We stood there for the next 35 minutes. Oh yeah, hot date night at my house.
Where were the children while we having our hot date in the laundry room? They were all in the next room making lots of noise and laughing hysterically. When we finally emerged from the laundry room, we found this.
WWF has nothing on us.