Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Just another day

As we were doing our ten minute tidy today--you know that's the massive cleaning spree we do in the 10 minutes before the DaddyMan arrives home that makes it look like we did a full days work--I made A do the vacuuming. (Lest you think I'm a mean ol' mom, I was cleaning the kitchen of lunch dishes, groceries, mail and shoes. The small ones were putting away toys.)

I noticed she had managed to vacuum the entire family room before her sisters managed to clear the floor of some good sized toys. I said, "I find it interesting that you managed to vacuum the whole floor when it's still covered in toys."

She said, "Yep, pretty amazing, aren't I??"


Monday, September 28, 2009

Just tryin' to teach them SOMETHING.

We're studying birds. It's so exciting (hear that drip of sarcasm?). I'm not the one into flying in this familiy and birds don't thrill me. So, I'm trying hard to make it interesting and fun.

Today we discussed molting and how if a bird loses a certain feather off it's right wing, it loses the corresponding wing off it's left wing. (Cool, huh?) In an effort to engage some conversation, I said, "What would happen if instead, a bird just lost all it's feathers off one wing?"

Smart Alek A, suggested, "All the other wittle birdies will point and laugh and make fun of him?"

Class dismissed.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


As we were driving in the car today, something prompted the two in the backseat to talk about rooftops. Since they tend to be as random as I am, I have no idea what prompted their conversation.

A was beside me in the front seat and asked, "Isn't there a song about rooftops?"

So I started to sing, "Up on the rooftop, reindeer pause, out jumps good old Santa Claus..."

She interrupts "That is SO dumb!"

(oh great, I thought, here comes her rant about how dumb Santa is (yes, I've indoctrinated her))

She continued, "Reindeer don't have PAWS! They have HOOVES!"

"Pause, dear, P A U S E."

"Oh, riiiiight. But it's still a dumb song."

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Home Alone 4?

This week has been overbooked. Waaay too busy for this truly-prefers-to-stay-at-home mama! By 3:30 this afternoon, I was wiped. I sat down for a few moments on the loveseat to rest and within minutes, the snuggly Miss G crawled up on me and sat very still. I was thisclose to being asleep.

Then M showed up. She talks and wiggles and pushes sharp appendages into my squishy parts. Ow. I was still veggin' tho and trying to pretend that I had nothing more important to do.

But then, it hit me. "Oh CRAP! It's Thursday! We're supposed to be at piano at 3:30!"

Thankfully, the brand new piano teacher is less than 5 minutes away but still! It's our first week with the new teacher and I'm now going to be 15 minutes late! Can you say, "Airhead??"

I run the girls there, come home, dink around, talk to M and then I tell her it's time to go back to get her sisters. She gave me a flippant gesture and said, "You go. I'll just stay here by myself."

I had to remind her that she's FOUR and that's really not an option. She rather huffily clomped across the room, sighing deeply and got her shoes. But she let it be known, that she doesn't need to go along.

Because she truly believes, she'd be fine,

Saturday, September 12, 2009

It's a dog's life

Today as the DaddyMan watched Piper the Wonder Dog dozing on the floor, he said, "I think the dog has the best life."

I responded, "Oh you mean, like, love deeply, forgive quickly and sleep the rest of the time?"

"Yep, pretty much." he said.

I thought of something else, "And don't be afraid to pee on the floor if you're really scared."

He came thisclose to blowing water out his nose. Dangit. THISCLOSE!

Friday, September 4, 2009


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Garage sale score

A few months ago, my friend, Ree aka Pioneer Woman, posted about this cool looking pot from Le Creuset. "Wow, I want one!" I thought. Then I searched online and was a bit shocked at the $225+ price tage. I didn't win P-Dub's give away either. Shoot. I lumped it into the 'things I'll never own' category and went on my merry way.

Saturday, I went garage saling. All alone. It was blissful. It was rather a bust tho, since I wasn't finding anything overly exciting. That all changed tho, when I saw this sitting on the table, in the middle of some random junk.

Hmm..."That's a fun color for a pan." was my first thought. But then, I lifted the lid and saw the words "Le Creuset" and my heart started to beat a bit faster and I started to get a wee bit excited. The inside of the pot was rather scary. It was mostly black and the residue of cooked on noodles was still stuck to the bottom. It has some chips, the paint's sorta scratched and the lid's handle shows it's been in the dishwasher.

I asked the woman holding the sale, "Do you think this will come clean?" and she replied "I have no idea what my mother did to that pan!" Since the woman I was talking to was pushing 60, I had visions of a slightly forgetful 80 year old woman forgetting about her mac and cheese and charring it to the pan I held in my hands. I laughed and said, "Well, if nothing else, it'll make a dog bowl the dog can't spill, right?" She agreed.

So I paid the lady and brought it home. I figured with some elbow grease, I could make it useable. I did some online research, scrubbed it ferociously and it's no longer black inside. It's stained, but clean. Apparently these pans are so durable that it's not uncommon to have them for 50+ years. I like to think that mine was well loved by someone long before it came to me.

She's a little battle scarred, but isn't she pretty?

(did you notice the children admiring her too?) Okay, really, they were dawdling their way thru dinner and asking "Why are you taking pictures of a PAN, Mom??"

They just don't see the excitement in buying a Le Creuset Dutch oven for $1. I don't know why.