Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
She asked, "Why? Is he smart too?"
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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 enjoyingand Mary,who loves to sew as much as I do.
Monday, October 20, 2008
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.
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
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
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
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
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. :)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A few months later, I'd learned about colic, a dairy free diet and that chunky thighs were adorable. (On her, not me. :P) We knew from the beginning that this one had her own drummer. Her own beat. And waaay too much personality.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
She wants a lion cake and mac & cheese and baked beans for supper.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I mean, when you let the family room look like THAT, you might as well let them paint the counter too. Talk about bonus points.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Granted, the dollhouse only comes with the Daddy, Mommy and Baby but on that day, ours had picked up a spare boy and M dubbed him, "Kid". I told her I wanted to be him and thankfully, she agreed. So now she was running the Mommy and Baby and I had Kid and Daddy. The first order of business was for the Daddy to run around, kiss the other characters and then go to work. He spent the rest of playtime at his office, under the couch.
In her syrupy little voice, her Mommy character asked my Kid if he was hungry. Kid said no, but that he needed to go potty. The Mommy's sweet voice told him 'okay, hurry!' and I took my Kid to the potty. Then he had to wash. So, I started making shhhhhh noises of the running water. The sweet Mommy asked what he was doing and Kid happily replied, "I'm makin' BUBBLES!"
The dollhouse Mommy is rather unshakable. She just said 'okay', and continued moving Kid's little sister from bed to stroller to highchair. So Kid continued making 'bubbles' and the noise to go with it. :insert evil smile:
After a few minutes of this (thank God! My cheeks were starting to hurt from making constant sound effects!) she told Kid to be all done. Kid went to the Mommy and told her he needed a new shirt 'cause his was wet. Sweet dollhouse Mommy ran up the stairs to Kid's room to 'fetch' him a new shirt. Then Kid made an accident on the floor and Mommy had to get him a new pair of pants. Then Kid started whining for food. Dollhouse Mommy was doing well, but she appeared to be cracking just a bit.
About this time, A came into the room. "Can I play?" ('cause you know, at approaching 11 years of age, she just doesn't get enough time with the Little People any more.... LOL)
M saw this window of opportunity and took it--with a vengence. She winged the plastic dollhouse Mommy at her big sister and said, "You be the mommy. I be the Daddy!"