The day is bittersweet. The Prophet, and President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, died yesterday. President Gordon B. Hinkley was the only prophet I've ever known in the six years that I've been a member of the church, and although I have never met the man in real life, I feel that I've lost a member of my family. Again, bittersweet, because it is a huge loss for us, but a day of great joy for President Hinkley, as he returns to live with his Father in Heaven, and with his lovely wife. However, I know that he lives on in the hearts of all those that loved him, and eternally in Heaven.
Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband produced a song a few years back, called "Snow". It is very fitting for this time.
Snow (click the title of this post to go to the video with this song in tribute to the Prophet)
It was just snow, soft and white.
it was just snow, falling so light.
it was just snow; soft and white,
falling so light,
falling last night
No it wasn’t a lightning storm ,
ripping leaves and
the limbs off of trees.
And it wasn’t a massive earthquake,
the earth buckling from beneath.
Because He wasn’t quite that sad,
and He wasn’t quite that mad.
B.ut His messenger died yesterday
and He wanted us to know
So it was just snow, soft and white.
It was just snow, falling so light.
it was just snow; soft and white,
falling so light,
falling last night.
No it wasn’t a giant tidal wave,
drowning every man
woman and child.
And it wasn’t a huge hurricane,
wind and rain whipping
‘round us so wild .
Because He wasn’t quite that sad ,
and He wasn’t quite that mad.
But His messenger died yesterday,
and He wanted us to know.
So it was just snow, soft and white.
It was just snow falling so light.
It was just snow; soft and white,
falling so light,
falling last night.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The battle of wills
Jonathan and I have just not had a good week. Yesterday was the latest episode. We went to the gym, the kids had a great time in the daycare place, and so we decided that we'd drop Matthew off at a birthday party at the skating rink and I'd take Jonathan and Annah to the "big play" (Chick-fil-A) to occupy time til it was time to pick Matthew back up.
So we got there and things were fine. They played for a long time, then slowly started wanting to eat, drink, etc. It was 2:05, and Matthew had to be picked up at 2:30, so I decided to go ahead and take them both potty, pack up, and go. But it didn't work out that way. Jonathan started screaming and throwing himself onto the floor when I said it was time to go. I physically had to pick him up and carry him and let Annah walk to the potty. We get in the potty and I pull Annah's pants down and start to put her on the potty, and all of the sudden, I hear the door slam shut. Jonathan was gone. I snatched annah's panties and pants back up and ran out the door trying to grab all my stuff in the process. By the time I got out, Jonathan had made it back to the "big play" and climbed all the way to the top. I put Annah in the chair and went in to try to coax him out. But I couldn't get him down.
All the while, Annah is saying "I gotta potty, I gotta potty!" So I finally just asked some nice looking lady to please watch and make sure the little boy with the red spiderman shirt didn't come out of the playplace. It was either that or let Annah pee all down her legs.
So I made it back after taking Annah potty, and Jonathan is still at the top. I talk to him some more and tried to get him down, but he refused to have anything to do with me. I put Annah in a chair and I tried again to get Jonathan. I had to climb up the stupid thing and get him, him fighting all the way. When I got down, Annah had gotten away and started climbing up the slide! I was just about in tears. The lady offered to get her, and she did. So I took her from the lady, trying to hold Jonathan and all my stuff, but I kept dropping stuff, because Jonathan was kicking me and screaming at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the whole restuarant was looking and I felt so embarassed. The lady finally said she'd carry Annah out for me. I didn't want her to do that, but I really had no choice....I couldn't manage both of them with Jonathan acting the way he was.
So we go out, and I was still dropping stuff because Jonathan is doing all the kicking and thrashing around, and the lady was picking up my stuff and carrying it for me (can you say freaking out? This complete stranger had both my daugher and my wallet!). We finally made it to the van, and she held Annah while I tried, unsuccessfully, to get Jonathan in the car seat. She offered to hold Jonathan while I put Annah in. So that's what we did. He kept going limp on her trying to get away, and almost did...she finally just held him by the arms and let him pull and jerk away...it was all she could do to hold on to him.
So I got Annah in and went back around to take Jonathan from her and thanked her several times. She went back in and I continued to fight with Jonathan. It took me at least a full five minutes to get him buckled, because he was kicking and arching his back trying to get out, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs. I finally left Chick-fil-A at 2:30. It took me 25 minutes to get out front door.
My gosh....I can only imagine what the people in Chick-fil-a were saying about us. One thing's for sure though....a battle took place. The battle of wills. And guess who lost?
So we got there and things were fine. They played for a long time, then slowly started wanting to eat, drink, etc. It was 2:05, and Matthew had to be picked up at 2:30, so I decided to go ahead and take them both potty, pack up, and go. But it didn't work out that way. Jonathan started screaming and throwing himself onto the floor when I said it was time to go. I physically had to pick him up and carry him and let Annah walk to the potty. We get in the potty and I pull Annah's pants down and start to put her on the potty, and all of the sudden, I hear the door slam shut. Jonathan was gone. I snatched annah's panties and pants back up and ran out the door trying to grab all my stuff in the process. By the time I got out, Jonathan had made it back to the "big play" and climbed all the way to the top. I put Annah in the chair and went in to try to coax him out. But I couldn't get him down.
All the while, Annah is saying "I gotta potty, I gotta potty!" So I finally just asked some nice looking lady to please watch and make sure the little boy with the red spiderman shirt didn't come out of the playplace. It was either that or let Annah pee all down her legs.
So I made it back after taking Annah potty, and Jonathan is still at the top. I talk to him some more and tried to get him down, but he refused to have anything to do with me. I put Annah in a chair and I tried again to get Jonathan. I had to climb up the stupid thing and get him, him fighting all the way. When I got down, Annah had gotten away and started climbing up the slide! I was just about in tears. The lady offered to get her, and she did. So I took her from the lady, trying to hold Jonathan and all my stuff, but I kept dropping stuff, because Jonathan was kicking me and screaming at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the whole restuarant was looking and I felt so embarassed. The lady finally said she'd carry Annah out for me. I didn't want her to do that, but I really had no choice....I couldn't manage both of them with Jonathan acting the way he was.
So we go out, and I was still dropping stuff because Jonathan is doing all the kicking and thrashing around, and the lady was picking up my stuff and carrying it for me (can you say freaking out? This complete stranger had both my daugher and my wallet!). We finally made it to the van, and she held Annah while I tried, unsuccessfully, to get Jonathan in the car seat. She offered to hold Jonathan while I put Annah in. So that's what we did. He kept going limp on her trying to get away, and almost did...she finally just held him by the arms and let him pull and jerk away...it was all she could do to hold on to him.
So I got Annah in and went back around to take Jonathan from her and thanked her several times. She went back in and I continued to fight with Jonathan. It took me at least a full five minutes to get him buckled, because he was kicking and arching his back trying to get out, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs. I finally left Chick-fil-A at 2:30. It took me 25 minutes to get out front door.
My gosh....I can only imagine what the people in Chick-fil-a were saying about us. One thing's for sure though....a battle took place. The battle of wills. And guess who lost?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Gremlins in the house
Oh my. That's the two words I'll use to describe last night's events. (Actually I could use several other words to describe it, but since I'm being good, those are the two that I've chosen!) I've said for a long time that my house has gremlins in it...and I fully believe it! Or at least, some kind of evil creature determined to cause havoc at the most inappropriate times. You've read my post about the shelf in Annah's room breaking with no real reason. Well, here's yet another crazy one. The washing machine overflowed last night. And I mean seriously overflowed. I had water in the laundry room, the kitchen, and seeping through the wall into the bedroom closet. I used every single towel that I could find to start mopping up the water, and it just wasn't enough.
What happens was this: for some unknown reason, the washer forgot to drain the water out of the barrel before refilling it for the rinse cycle. Which meant there was too much water. Waaaaaay too much water.
The little kids were still up - it was only about 7 p.m. Thankfully though, they'd already eaten, had baths, and were almost ready for bed. Matthew took them into his room while I started cleaning up the mess. The neighbors were kind enough to let me bring my half-finished load of laundry over and finish it there, then wash all the towels and stuff I'd used to mop up water too. Then I put the little kids to bed. Matthew came in and helped me put a garden hose in the washer and then went outside and sucked on the other end of the hose to get it to start draining. Once everything was done, we had a pile of laundry to be folded (it didn't get finished!), and a LOT of stuff to put back in the laundry room. I made the decision that since everything is torn apart, it's a good time to clean out and throw away stuff. So I'll work on that this afternoon. But Austin has been home this morning trying to figure it out, and can't find a thing wrong with that darn machine. He's even run a couple of small loads just to test it out.
See what I mean? Gremlins! Oh well....at least I'll get my laundry room cleaned out! There's a bright side to most everything.
What happens was this: for some unknown reason, the washer forgot to drain the water out of the barrel before refilling it for the rinse cycle. Which meant there was too much water. Waaaaaay too much water.
The little kids were still up - it was only about 7 p.m. Thankfully though, they'd already eaten, had baths, and were almost ready for bed. Matthew took them into his room while I started cleaning up the mess. The neighbors were kind enough to let me bring my half-finished load of laundry over and finish it there, then wash all the towels and stuff I'd used to mop up water too. Then I put the little kids to bed. Matthew came in and helped me put a garden hose in the washer and then went outside and sucked on the other end of the hose to get it to start draining. Once everything was done, we had a pile of laundry to be folded (it didn't get finished!), and a LOT of stuff to put back in the laundry room. I made the decision that since everything is torn apart, it's a good time to clean out and throw away stuff. So I'll work on that this afternoon. But Austin has been home this morning trying to figure it out, and can't find a thing wrong with that darn machine. He's even run a couple of small loads just to test it out.
See what I mean? Gremlins! Oh well....at least I'll get my laundry room cleaned out! There's a bright side to most everything.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs!
I was off work yesterday - it was a holiday. Which holiday it was really doesn't matter, because as I told my mother-in-law, any day I'm paid to stay home is a Stacy holiday! Anyway, even though I was home, I worked. Majorly.
If you've been in my house lately, you know what a wreck it is. If you haven't been there, consider yourself lucky. It frequently looks like a bomb literally exploded in the center of the house and shot toys and clothes and all kinds of other stuff in every direction. Well, this weekend, it got even worse. Saturday night - or actually Sunday morning, I guess...because it was around 2:00 a.m. - I heard a horrible crash in one of the kids' rooms. And then silence. I jumped up and immediately ran to Jonathan's room, because he sometimes rolls out of bed during the night. I thought maybe he'd turned over the bedside table, or something else heavy. Of course, in the back of my mind, I considered that someone was coming into the house, but I was so focused on getting to the kids' rooms that I didn't really stop to entertain that thought for long.
I threw open Jonathan's door and looked down at the floor. Nothing there. Jonathan was peacefully sleeping in bed. So I backed out of the room quietly, and opened Annah's door. A sleeping girl I found. However, the source of the noise had indeed been in her room. For some unknown reason, the shelf in her closet decided to un-attach itself from the wall. In other words...it broke. And as it came down, along with it came every piece of clothing that was hanging up, and every game and puzzle that we have (let's say at lease a dozen of them). It was a mess. I later described the catastrophe as a leaky diaper....the stuff just kept coming out of the closet and filling the room with mess.
Now Annah's closet has always been a storage unit for boxes that we never bothered unpacking when we moved in five years ago. We made room for her clothes and stuff on top of the shelf, but there was other stuff piled in there: on the shelf, hanging up, and in boxes on the floor. I couldn't imagine where I'd even start cleaning. So I didn't. I went back to bed and left it.
However, Sunday rolled around and I had a hard time even getting into the room to get her up. I knew I couldn't wait til Monday to clean it. So I started, stopping only long enough to get ready for church and attend the meetings, then back home I went and started again. I pulled out all the boxes, clothes, and EVERYTHING in there. I threw a lot of stuff away. Austin was great, and went through all the stuff that was his, and threw most of it away too. I mean really, we haven't even seen the stuff in five years....how much use can it be to us? (But Austin is usually a pack rat about stuff, and I was really proud of him for throwing stuff out!) I got it all finished late afternoon, but I'd been bitten by the bug then. The cleaning bug.
I decided that I needed to get in our bedroom. You see, I had a corner on my side that was so full of stuff, you couldn't tell what was there. I decided though, that it could wait til Monday (yesterday). But when I DID get started, boy did I start! I began by sorting the various pieces of clothing into different piles: "dirty", "clean", and "to give away". Then the clean clothes started going into "to be folded" or "to be hung" piles. I got a trash bag out and started just tossing stuff too. I got the corner cleaned out pretty quickly, but the bed wasn't looking so hot...but it was organized chaos anyway.
Austin and I had talked earlier about doing something about the mess in the storage room; there was a table in there that I had originally put in there to do scrapbooking, but things kept getting piled on top of it, and I never did anything there. I told Austin when we were talking that I thought I'd move the table into the corner in the bedroom and scrapbook there, and free up the space in the storage room for more food. So after the bedroom corner was cleaned out, that's what I started doing. Austin was taking a nap (poor guy feels terrible - he's so sick!)
I had to take the table apart to move it...it was just too heavy, but I wanted to get it done before Austin woke up and volunteered to do it himself. Once I got it put back together in my bedroom, I started moving my scrapbooking stuff. I just piled it on the table though, because I need to go through it and throw some stuff out. So here I am with all the different piles of STUFF everywhere (remember, it's organized chaos!!!), and Austin wakes up. I'm showing him everything I've done (very proudly, I might add!), and he says something about an even bigger mess. So I, being smart like I am, said, "Well, you can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs." To which he replied, "It's not the eggs I'm worried about. It's where you're throwing the friggin' shells that concerns me!"
I just can't win. (However, I will say that in my defense, most of it was all cleaned up by bedtime last night!)
If you've been in my house lately, you know what a wreck it is. If you haven't been there, consider yourself lucky. It frequently looks like a bomb literally exploded in the center of the house and shot toys and clothes and all kinds of other stuff in every direction. Well, this weekend, it got even worse. Saturday night - or actually Sunday morning, I guess...because it was around 2:00 a.m. - I heard a horrible crash in one of the kids' rooms. And then silence. I jumped up and immediately ran to Jonathan's room, because he sometimes rolls out of bed during the night. I thought maybe he'd turned over the bedside table, or something else heavy. Of course, in the back of my mind, I considered that someone was coming into the house, but I was so focused on getting to the kids' rooms that I didn't really stop to entertain that thought for long.
I threw open Jonathan's door and looked down at the floor. Nothing there. Jonathan was peacefully sleeping in bed. So I backed out of the room quietly, and opened Annah's door. A sleeping girl I found. However, the source of the noise had indeed been in her room. For some unknown reason, the shelf in her closet decided to un-attach itself from the wall. In other words...it broke. And as it came down, along with it came every piece of clothing that was hanging up, and every game and puzzle that we have (let's say at lease a dozen of them). It was a mess. I later described the catastrophe as a leaky diaper....the stuff just kept coming out of the closet and filling the room with mess.
Now Annah's closet has always been a storage unit for boxes that we never bothered unpacking when we moved in five years ago. We made room for her clothes and stuff on top of the shelf, but there was other stuff piled in there: on the shelf, hanging up, and in boxes on the floor. I couldn't imagine where I'd even start cleaning. So I didn't. I went back to bed and left it.
However, Sunday rolled around and I had a hard time even getting into the room to get her up. I knew I couldn't wait til Monday to clean it. So I started, stopping only long enough to get ready for church and attend the meetings, then back home I went and started again. I pulled out all the boxes, clothes, and EVERYTHING in there. I threw a lot of stuff away. Austin was great, and went through all the stuff that was his, and threw most of it away too. I mean really, we haven't even seen the stuff in five years....how much use can it be to us? (But Austin is usually a pack rat about stuff, and I was really proud of him for throwing stuff out!) I got it all finished late afternoon, but I'd been bitten by the bug then. The cleaning bug.
I decided that I needed to get in our bedroom. You see, I had a corner on my side that was so full of stuff, you couldn't tell what was there. I decided though, that it could wait til Monday (yesterday). But when I DID get started, boy did I start! I began by sorting the various pieces of clothing into different piles: "dirty", "clean", and "to give away". Then the clean clothes started going into "to be folded" or "to be hung" piles. I got a trash bag out and started just tossing stuff too. I got the corner cleaned out pretty quickly, but the bed wasn't looking so hot...but it was organized chaos anyway.
Austin and I had talked earlier about doing something about the mess in the storage room; there was a table in there that I had originally put in there to do scrapbooking, but things kept getting piled on top of it, and I never did anything there. I told Austin when we were talking that I thought I'd move the table into the corner in the bedroom and scrapbook there, and free up the space in the storage room for more food. So after the bedroom corner was cleaned out, that's what I started doing. Austin was taking a nap (poor guy feels terrible - he's so sick!)
I had to take the table apart to move it...it was just too heavy, but I wanted to get it done before Austin woke up and volunteered to do it himself. Once I got it put back together in my bedroom, I started moving my scrapbooking stuff. I just piled it on the table though, because I need to go through it and throw some stuff out. So here I am with all the different piles of STUFF everywhere (remember, it's organized chaos!!!), and Austin wakes up. I'm showing him everything I've done (very proudly, I might add!), and he says something about an even bigger mess. So I, being smart like I am, said, "Well, you can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs." To which he replied, "It's not the eggs I'm worried about. It's where you're throwing the friggin' shells that concerns me!"
I just can't win. (However, I will say that in my defense, most of it was all cleaned up by bedtime last night!)
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Just a few pictures...
Jonathan at school on Pajama day:
Princess Annah having a tea party:
Matthew and Austin being fire guys!
This was an awesome day...Matthew was invited to go to work with Austin and actually go inside the burn building with the firefighter trainees. He got his own set of bunker gear and everything! What a great father/son outing!
Princess Annah having a tea party:
Matthew and Austin being fire guys!
This was an awesome day...Matthew was invited to go to work with Austin and actually go inside the burn building with the firefighter trainees. He got his own set of bunker gear and everything! What a great father/son outing!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Another day, another year, another chance
As we jump feet first into 2008, I stop and reflect a moment. Or two. Or 6....years. How my life has changed! I can honestly say that there have been bad days that I've wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over me - I just didn't want to face life, and then there have been worse days that I've just wanted to quit. But today isn't one of those. In fact, today is a pretty good day. It's been a pretty good year, actually. Okay, so I know that we're only 2 weeks into it....but still. It's been good. I've made changes in my life and in my family that I KNOW will make a difference. And that excites me.
I'm blessed, that's for sure. I have a great life; good job, close friends, and a family that loves me, and whom I love more than anything. What else can I ask for, besides strength? Not much....boy I'm lucky!
I'm blessed, that's for sure. I have a great life; good job, close friends, and a family that loves me, and whom I love more than anything. What else can I ask for, besides strength? Not much....boy I'm lucky!
Catching up and moving over
Christmas at the Lewis Home - December 2007
I love Christmas. I know it means more to me than it does to anyone else in my home, but I do....I love it. I go all out on decorations most of the time, but I didn't get to this year, because I was gone to D.A.R.E. school during December. But that didn't take away from my excitement!
More than anything else, Jonathan wanted turtles for Christmas. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - his favorite thing in the world. But boy the things are expensive. So I bought the whole set of them off of ebay. It worked out very well.
We should have saved the turtles til last to open. Once the box was ripped apart and the contents were revealed, Jonathan didn't want to open anything else! He was so thankful for his turtles....he said to us several times throughout the next few days, "Thank you for getting me my turtles." Imagine...the $15 I spent buying them off of ebay isn't even measurable in the value they have to Jonathan.
Everyone else was very happy with their loot too. Annah got a tea set from Grandma that she treasures, and Matthew was overjoyed at his new skateboard and skateboarding tips books. All in all, it was a good day.
A few pictures:
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is SEPTEMBER 3, 2007
Labor Day
Why do they call Labor day "Labor Day"? (Who is "they" anyway?) Is it because they know you'll be off from work and at home, and since you never have free time, you'll be working your butt off trying to accomplish things that you wouldn't have time for otherwise? I mean seriously, this has GOT to be the reason. For my Labor Day holiday today, I've fixed our vertical blinds, put up two new window shades, cleaned house (several times now), done my shopping, fixed countless cups and bottles of milk and apple juice, done a few loads of laundry, and most everything else that has to be accomplished on a regular basis. Shouldn't "Labor Day" be a day of rest? Shouldn't there be a law or something against violating it? Maybe I need to go arrest myself. Nah. There'd be too much to do when I got home afterwards.
July, 2007 - Summer Vacation, Washington, D.C.
Just a little something to remember it by....
I love Christmas. I know it means more to me than it does to anyone else in my home, but I do....I love it. I go all out on decorations most of the time, but I didn't get to this year, because I was gone to D.A.R.E. school during December. But that didn't take away from my excitement!
More than anything else, Jonathan wanted turtles for Christmas. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - his favorite thing in the world. But boy the things are expensive. So I bought the whole set of them off of ebay. It worked out very well.
We should have saved the turtles til last to open. Once the box was ripped apart and the contents were revealed, Jonathan didn't want to open anything else! He was so thankful for his turtles....he said to us several times throughout the next few days, "Thank you for getting me my turtles." Imagine...the $15 I spent buying them off of ebay isn't even measurable in the value they have to Jonathan.
Everyone else was very happy with their loot too. Annah got a tea set from Grandma that she treasures, and Matthew was overjoyed at his new skateboard and skateboarding tips books. All in all, it was a good day.
A few pictures:
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is October 2, 2007
Holidays are more for moms
When you think about it, don't holidays really mean more to moms than they do for kids? Let's talk Halloween. I picked Annah's costume - she's a darling little ladybug; but do you really think she cares what she's dressed up as? Heck, do you think that she even cares that she's dressing up? Just getting the candy is enough for her! And let's not forget Jonathan; I picked out a cute Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume for him, which, don't get me wrong - he absolutely loves! But on top of that, I made him a cute scarecrow outfit for "Dress like a scarecrow" day at his preschool. I put TIME in on this thing folks...got my fingers poked by the straw I was was carefully attaching to his brand new straw hat (that I carefully frayed to make it look worn!), got glue all over my clothes making the perfect little straw bundles to put in this pockets...and so on and so forth.
So I get up this morning - earlier than I normally do, so I would have time to do everything - and start dressing him like a scarecrow. And the race is on. We fight. We fight because he doesn't want a rope for a belt. He doesn't want the bandana around his neck. He doesn't want the hat on. No shoes! He kicks me as I try to get them on. So into Time-Out he goes, at 6:25 in the morning. I finally am able to convince him that my way is the right way - but only with the help of a bit of bribery with some gummy Crabby Patties. And the whole time, he's still screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BE A SCARECROW!"
Now in my reasonable mind, I know replying as I did was a bit wrong. But at 6:30 a.m., after putting as much work into this as I had....all I could come up with was, "You might not want to be a scarecrow, but YOU'RE GOING TO BE A SCARECROW AND YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE IT!!!!!"
Yeah. I'm pretty sure the whole thing meant more to me than it did to him. But in the end, it was all worth it. I got a picture of him all dressed up. And shortly after that, the scarecrow and all my hard work was lost in a pile of straw, rope, and bandana on the floor.
Wonder what next Halloween will bring for us?
and of course, I need to add some pictures of Annah and Matthew taken around the same time - which Jonathan calls their Scarecrow pictures!
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is October 2, 2007
Kids say the darndest things!
He had a bad day at school on Friday....seriously rough. Talking back to the teacher, telling her no to her requests and asking her why....you know, typical toddler stuff. So after going to the sitter's house after school was out, he got a small "talking-to" from our like-family babysitter. She told him that he had to be nice to his teacher and do what she says to do. She also told him there was NO back-talking.
He gave this a moment of thought, and replying as only Jonathan could, asked, "Well, what about front-talking?"
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I'll say it again, just to reiterate; kid's say the darndest things! I was sitting at the computer the other night, with my legs folded "indian style", as we used to call it. Jonathan ran in and said, "You're sitting criss-cross-applesauce!" (I know this is the new term for indian style, because Matthew learned it when he was in Kindergarten!) I didn't realize that Jonathan knew the term though...so I asked, "What do you know about criss-cross-applesauce?"
Of course, he wouldn't answer me, and I tried to get him to show me how to do it. However, as Jonathan tends to react, he wouldn't perform on command. So I tried some reverse psychology (that always works, right?). "You can't criss-cross-applesauce!"
To which he replied, "Yeah, and I can't zip my mouth either."
How do you respond to that????
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is SEPTEMBER 12, 2007
Broken Feet and Earrings
Wow. How's that for a subject? Last night was killer here at our house. I started out my evening by tripping over the baby gate in the kitchen and banging my foot on the top of it; I surely thought it was broken. I limped around for hours before finally going to bed with an ice pack on it. And if that wasn't enough, Annah had a bad, bad night as well.
How her earring came out in her crib is beyond me - since she's never messed with them in her life - but how it wound up on the inside of her nightgown is an even bigger mystery. And the bad thing was - I didn't know about it! She kept rolling over and crying because it was poking her. And I'd go in, pick her up, hug her, and put her back down....only to start the whole process over again. Finally on the third or forth try, the earring came out of her nightgown and onto the floor, where I finally figured out what the heck was going on.
So forget the old classic "Bedknobs and Broomsticks".....we've got Broken Feet and Earrings!
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is SEPTEMBER 9, 2007
A Bike Parade
Last week, I decided that it was a beautiful day, and that I'd be crazy not to take the kids outside for some quality fun time with mom. And was "crazy" the appropriate word!
Have you ever tried taking two toddlers out on tricycles alone? I definately don't recommend it! After a couple of minutes of fun picture taking, the kids got serious about riding; Annah went north, and Jonathan went south. Matthew was somewhere in the middle. So I opted to chase Annah, while Matthew went after Jonathan (as well as he could for a 10 year old, anyway!). We wound up with Annah's tricycle parked in the middle of the road, with me chasing her running little self as she got further and further away from me. Luckily Jonathan stayed pretty close to Matthew during the whole thing, but they were quite a ways away from me, which made me frantic to get Annah and get back towards them. Finally I rounded everyone up and we headed back to the house - with me carrying Annah in one arm and her tricycle in the other, Jonathan running up the driveway ahead of us, and Matthew on his bike, while carrying Jonathan's tricycle in his free hand!
Wow....what a bike parade we had. And you know what? I wouldn't have missed it for the world!
Blog moved from myspace....actual date for this entry is SEPTEMBER 3, 2007
Labor Day
Why do they call Labor day "Labor Day"? (Who is "they" anyway?) Is it because they know you'll be off from work and at home, and since you never have free time, you'll be working your butt off trying to accomplish things that you wouldn't have time for otherwise? I mean seriously, this has GOT to be the reason. For my Labor Day holiday today, I've fixed our vertical blinds, put up two new window shades, cleaned house (several times now), done my shopping, fixed countless cups and bottles of milk and apple juice, done a few loads of laundry, and most everything else that has to be accomplished on a regular basis. Shouldn't "Labor Day" be a day of rest? Shouldn't there be a law or something against violating it? Maybe I need to go arrest myself. Nah. There'd be too much to do when I got home afterwards.
July, 2007 - Summer Vacation, Washington, D.C.
Just a little something to remember it by....
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