1. we have babies. more than one, apparently. one of our vents that leads outside, well the outside cover is broken. some birds moved in. we've been meaning to get them out. it's way too late now. i can hear baby birds chirping and crying. yesterday, we didn't hear them. in fact earlier this morning i didn't hear them. i can hear them right now. they are loud. this is going to be interesting. kinda cool to have birds living in my house. the dog is going nuts.
2. fussy never says "momma" nor does he say "mommy" or "mom". he says "dad" just fine. and "candy", "baby" "buh" (for brother) "ball". but no mommy. so i was coaxing him this morning. everytime i said to say momma, he leaned over and kissed me. what does that say? i'm not sure. maybe he is refusing to say mom but doesn't want to hurt my feelings. maybe he just wants me to shut up. maybe kissing me is his sign for mom. i dunno. it's pretty cute.
3. harry is off track for a MONTH. seriously most of April. he is already bored. he put groceries away, and is working on the dishwasher. i hope he keeps this up!
4. we have soccer every night except for monday, sunday and saturday. okay, so we have a soccer game 4 nights out of the week. it has been loverly weather this spring. the temperature even went pretty warm...until soccer started. we've had a week and it's already snowed twice! poor kids in spring soccer. i can tell you we won't be doing this next year. but that is just weird!
okay, i guess that is it.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
remember the other day, when i got those pictures of harry. the ones that i didn't order. the ones that he wasn't happy about. i kept wondering WHY a company would send them home, hoping i'd order more...
i was supposed to send them back, or send in a check to cover the cost. good thing the teacher included a note in harry's back pack. good thing the pictures made it home unscathed. good thing i scanned my own copy.
i just want to complain about this though. i mean, really. who trusts anything in a second graders backpack? do they not realize that it is a miracle that things make it home anyway. most papers are mutilated and destroyed just by being in the backpack. then the journey home. i hate that our elementary school does this. i hate it very much. if i didn't have the pictures to send back, i would have got a bill. and outrageous sum of money for pictures i didn't want in the first place. i think it is shady business. i'm not even a big fan of school pictures in the first place! add to that this second picture day, and i'm a pretty unhappy mom. even though i sent them back, i still would have rather the whole thing never happened.
i was supposed to send them back, or send in a check to cover the cost. good thing the teacher included a note in harry's back pack. good thing the pictures made it home unscathed. good thing i scanned my own copy.
i just want to complain about this though. i mean, really. who trusts anything in a second graders backpack? do they not realize that it is a miracle that things make it home anyway. most papers are mutilated and destroyed just by being in the backpack. then the journey home. i hate that our elementary school does this. i hate it very much. if i didn't have the pictures to send back, i would have got a bill. and outrageous sum of money for pictures i didn't want in the first place. i think it is shady business. i'm not even a big fan of school pictures in the first place! add to that this second picture day, and i'm a pretty unhappy mom. even though i sent them back, i still would have rather the whole thing never happened.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
dyed easter.....dog?
we had a fun idea today. instead of dying easter eggs, let's dye our dog instead.
why? i don't know. because we saw a news story that dyed dogs green for st. patty's. and since we've all been sick. we needed something fun.
why? i don't know. because we saw a news story that dyed dogs green for st. patty's. and since we've all been sick. we needed something fun.
it takes a lot of food coloring to dye a dog. a lot. and fussy looks like he's come down with some sort of rash because he was in the line of fire when lexi (the dog) shook out the water and dye. little pink dots all over my baby. i've got one good noodle on my head. we'll probably still look all pink when i go to church on sunday. sigh
smile?
in harry's backpack yesterday was some pictures. the school has pictures taken twice a year...i guess. and although i didn't purchase any, they sent home a package. harry apparently wasn't too keen on getting his picture taken. i'm sure he fought tooth and nail because i didn't dress him up, or pay for a package. he is like that. i'm sure he was upset. look at his face....
poor kid. i think i see tears in his eyes. i can now see that his hand is probably covering a whole in his jeans. and he just looks orphanish to me. it's not my fault that my kid WON'T dress better for school...right?
i know that they want me to buy more prints of this picture. i don't think i will. i mean, c'mon! what is this little 07-08 in the corner. it took me a minute to even figure out what that meant. i know, i am sleep deprived. but can this look any worse? i'm sure it could. he could have actually been crying. or red faced from crying.
picture day at school when i was a kid, was one shot. and you were lucky if your eyes were open. usually our bangs were as crooked as the picture. when they did a class picture, it was a picture where you lined up, shortest to tallest and stood on the bleachers in the gym. not anymore. now days they just take your picture and line it up with your classmates. i guess that cuts out the risk of some kid grabbing his crotch, or someone looking doofy, or seeing the exasperated look of the teacher. i miss that. somehow it was more real.
poor kid. i think i see tears in his eyes. i can now see that his hand is probably covering a whole in his jeans. and he just looks orphanish to me. it's not my fault that my kid WON'T dress better for school...right?
i know that they want me to buy more prints of this picture. i don't think i will. i mean, c'mon! what is this little 07-08 in the corner. it took me a minute to even figure out what that meant. i know, i am sleep deprived. but can this look any worse? i'm sure it could. he could have actually been crying. or red faced from crying.
picture day at school when i was a kid, was one shot. and you were lucky if your eyes were open. usually our bangs were as crooked as the picture. when they did a class picture, it was a picture where you lined up, shortest to tallest and stood on the bleachers in the gym. not anymore. now days they just take your picture and line it up with your classmates. i guess that cuts out the risk of some kid grabbing his crotch, or someone looking doofy, or seeing the exasperated look of the teacher. i miss that. somehow it was more real.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
memo: to my boss
i've been meaning to talk about accruing more sick leave. it seems i don't get any. i'd like to be able to take a nap while i'm sick. maybe not have laundry. and of course, sleep through the night. and while we're at it, i'd like some vacation time. just the standard week out of every year would be great. i'd like to take it all at once though, i'll even take my work with me, just as long as i'm not scrubbing toilets, making meals, or doing second grade homework. i'd like it to be away from stressful family.
i'd also like my work environment to be cleaned. i feel working with so much poo can be hazardous. as well as legos on the floor, capes on the stairs, and hotwheels in the dark. i'd like not to be known as "the tissue" or "the puke bucket" or "the bandaid"
i'd also like a raise. it seems the 7 year old decided to withhold kisses from me. since that is all i work on, i'd like him to resume payment for feeding/nurturing. he's not allowed to grow up and think i'm not cool. i'd like the 4 year old to at least look like he's listening to me. and i'd really love it if my 1 year old would snuggle, preferably during waking hours.
if you don't meet these, i'm sure it will be no big deal. i seem to work for free anyway. i just thought i'd ask.
i'd also like my work environment to be cleaned. i feel working with so much poo can be hazardous. as well as legos on the floor, capes on the stairs, and hotwheels in the dark. i'd like not to be known as "the tissue" or "the puke bucket" or "the bandaid"
i'd also like a raise. it seems the 7 year old decided to withhold kisses from me. since that is all i work on, i'd like him to resume payment for feeding/nurturing. he's not allowed to grow up and think i'm not cool. i'd like the 4 year old to at least look like he's listening to me. and i'd really love it if my 1 year old would snuggle, preferably during waking hours.
if you don't meet these, i'm sure it will be no big deal. i seem to work for free anyway. i just thought i'd ask.
Monday, March 10, 2008
MLM! a picture and a story
Once upon a time, a long time ago,
Meemer met big d.
They went one day to get pictures taken together.
They were clever
and fun,
so they decided to take their picture at a playground.
Fun people do that sort of thing.
At the playground, there was this wheel
that was like a hamsters exercise wheel
that spun around,
(poor kids).
Meemer and d decided to take a picture there.
They thought it would be fun to have someone upside down
in the wheel.
D used his muscles and spun it around,
And meemer ran to sit down.
Just as the camera clicked,
D fell on top of meemer.
Thus the picture of big d falling on meemer's head.
That isn't the end of the story...
They still got married, had three boys, and lived happily ever after.
Sometimes, when meemer needs a laugh,
She looks at this picture,
And gets a bit of a chuckle
At big d's bum
Sitting on her head.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
laws of nature
there are a few things we humans cannot live without. you know the list, food, water, shelter...yada yada yada.
in our day and country, for most of us, especially if you are reading this bloggy from the coziness of your own home, you have all those things. maybe more than enough. i know i do.
there is one other thing that we need to survive. sleep.
at the present time, i'm running pretty low on this one. and although my baby is over a year old, he still doesn't sleep through the night. i'm cool with that. but he doesn't sleep well. at least last night he didn't sleep well. so i'm a bit cookooo and brain deprived of real sleep. add on top a fussy preschooler who is sicky, and a tired big d, and a super duper grumpy harry pee pants, well, you understand the state of my house.
food, water, shelter, sleep.
in our day and country, for most of us, especially if you are reading this bloggy from the coziness of your own home, you have all those things. maybe more than enough. i know i do.
there is one other thing that we need to survive. sleep.
at the present time, i'm running pretty low on this one. and although my baby is over a year old, he still doesn't sleep through the night. i'm cool with that. but he doesn't sleep well. at least last night he didn't sleep well. so i'm a bit cookooo and brain deprived of real sleep. add on top a fussy preschooler who is sicky, and a tired big d, and a super duper grumpy harry pee pants, well, you understand the state of my house.
food, water, shelter, sleep.
Monday, March 03, 2008
weekend update
my mouse on my computer is being wonky. big d and chilly pants gave me a new wireless mouse for christmas. chilly ran the batteries down playing on pbs kids, and since that fate full afternoon, things just haven't worked right. i replaced batteries, but i think the general whacking it took probably did it in. which is sad. i loved it. i still love it although it's wonky.
it snowed. and rained. it was windy, and 60 degrees on saturday. all in one day. wild huh? it was trippy from this end watching the thermometer drop and the wind start. i was bummed i didn't get an outside run in 60 degrees. 60! but i know the warm is coming. eventually right?
happy birthday nephew G. what's up G? yup. 10. crappers, that means that harry turns 8 this year. smokes! this kid thing is really going by fast. we went to his birthday party on sunday. it was filled to the top with all kinds of homemade pizza. and us playing a silly game where you sing into the microphones and act silly. i kicked big d 's butt. seriously, i suck, but he must have sucked worse.
harry ran away from home. he came back. he was very very angry and apparently i am the worlds meanest mom...ever. it's a nice title, don't you think? i need to get shirts made. he might be back to normal now. who knows why the outburst happened. even he is puzzled. i think i might have a teenager who is only 7.
fussy, scooter, or whatever you want to call him, check out bigd's bloggie to see footage of fussy flying. and here's some pictures of him eating his favorite food...apple.
he's really cute huh? today he is trying to plug my headphones into an electrical outlet. lil' stinker. i think he scared the begeebies out of me. i think i might have done the same to him.
and then, to conclude this update on a really happy note, poor chilly is sick. another missed day of preschool, another day lounging on the couch. he has a fever of 150 and really is quite sleepy. you would be too. i hate having sickies. mostly because i really don't want to get the sickies. nor do i want anyone else to get them. poor poor chilly. i hope he gets feeling better soon.
that's it.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
the torture of big d
someone is torturing big d. there must be some secret plan, somewhere, with the intent on bringing him down. the previous owner of our house was a firefighter. and we all know how crazy fire fighters are about smoke detectors. we have one everywhere. every room, every hall....
a couple of weeks ago we woke up, in the middle of the night, to that annoying chirping sound from the smoke detector. it was the one in the hall, right outside our bedrooms. chilly had woke up and shut his door. big d, being nice, got up and tried to fix it. instead, he ripped the thing off the ceiling and shoved it in a towel and kept it in the bathroom. problem solved. the next day, he stuck a new battery in it, and hung it back up.
the next night, while fussy wasn't sleeping, i hear the same thing. i hit big d and tell him that it is at it again. he gets up and sleepily goes into the hall, listening. nothing. so back to bed he goes.
then again we hear it. it's a different night again, and he's replacing batteries to another smoke detector. he tells me the dog woke him up and then he heard the chirping.
then last night. blissfully asleep, i wake to the same chirping noise. big d grumbles and gets out of bed. i start dozing a bit, fussy is on my arm. the next thing i know i am shocked into reality by this big bang. it sounds like big d is really upset and has taken a hammer to the smoke detector. (my first conclusion always seems to be what i probably would have done in his place) i keep listening and realize it is really just the ladder being put up in the kitchen. we have vaulted ceilings. the smoke detector is completely out of reach unless you have a huge ladder to climb. i am wide awake wondering what is going on, but pretty sure he is replacing the battery. i hear the ladder again, i hear the garage door. finally a few minutes later he comes back to bed and tells me that "he is so mad because the dog woke him up". apparently the dog woke up big d to get him to turn off that horrible chirping noise.
the crazy thing is, all the smoke detectors now have new batteries. if we had been smart, and changed them all at once, there would have not been the nightly wakings. but for some reason, you sort of forget the fact that they need replacing during the middle of the day. which brings me to my question. why do they only chirp at night?
i guess they only chirp at night because they are, in fact, evil little things, bent on torturing poor big d.
a couple of weeks ago we woke up, in the middle of the night, to that annoying chirping sound from the smoke detector. it was the one in the hall, right outside our bedrooms. chilly had woke up and shut his door. big d, being nice, got up and tried to fix it. instead, he ripped the thing off the ceiling and shoved it in a towel and kept it in the bathroom. problem solved. the next day, he stuck a new battery in it, and hung it back up.
the next night, while fussy wasn't sleeping, i hear the same thing. i hit big d and tell him that it is at it again. he gets up and sleepily goes into the hall, listening. nothing. so back to bed he goes.
then again we hear it. it's a different night again, and he's replacing batteries to another smoke detector. he tells me the dog woke him up and then he heard the chirping.
then last night. blissfully asleep, i wake to the same chirping noise. big d grumbles and gets out of bed. i start dozing a bit, fussy is on my arm. the next thing i know i am shocked into reality by this big bang. it sounds like big d is really upset and has taken a hammer to the smoke detector. (my first conclusion always seems to be what i probably would have done in his place) i keep listening and realize it is really just the ladder being put up in the kitchen. we have vaulted ceilings. the smoke detector is completely out of reach unless you have a huge ladder to climb. i am wide awake wondering what is going on, but pretty sure he is replacing the battery. i hear the ladder again, i hear the garage door. finally a few minutes later he comes back to bed and tells me that "he is so mad because the dog woke him up". apparently the dog woke up big d to get him to turn off that horrible chirping noise.
the crazy thing is, all the smoke detectors now have new batteries. if we had been smart, and changed them all at once, there would have not been the nightly wakings. but for some reason, you sort of forget the fact that they need replacing during the middle of the day. which brings me to my question. why do they only chirp at night?
i guess they only chirp at night because they are, in fact, evil little things, bent on torturing poor big d.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
running interference
so i'm not really into football, but i do understand this concept. even more now that i have small kids. small moving kids. kids that are underfoot at all times. just today while i was cleaning my floors (for the second, and not last time today) my sweet baby kept moving to the place that i was trying to sweep. then he'd take the dust pan and swing it, spreading the cereal, crumbs and general debris all over. so i'd sweep again, grab the pan out of his hands, quickly scoop up the mess and throw the dust pan back at him before the tears started to fall.
it was the same with mopping, only he'd come over and sit on the mop. then chilly would complain that he wanted to help. so i gave him a mop. and then he would try to get to the mess before me and slam my mop away. don't you wish you had helpers like me?
it would take me much less time if my kids would leave me alone while i clean the house.
it was the same with mopping, only he'd come over and sit on the mop. then chilly would complain that he wanted to help. so i gave him a mop. and then he would try to get to the mess before me and slam my mop away. don't you wish you had helpers like me?
it would take me much less time if my kids would leave me alone while i clean the house.
Monday, February 25, 2008
i'm a great
aunt that is 
cute huh?
here's my lil' grand niece!
cute huh?
thanks to the great grandparents for the photos. and yes i had just got done with a five miler and THAT is why i looked and smelled soooo good.
the weekend edition
harry took a test on saturday. it's for the gifted blah blah blah program at our school district. i'm curious as to what his results will be. is it bad that i was surprised that he even was chosen to be tested? not that i doubt his smartyness, it's just i always see gifted kids acting gifted. i guess i might just be too close to the situation to see it.
if his results come back that he is "gifted" i doubt we will put him in the different school. at least not right now. he is doing well at his school. especially with chilly starting in the fall, a move would just make things really complicated. and we like a bit of complication, just not that much.
my niece gave birth to a lil' girl. "lil" is subjective really. she was a whopping 9"2'. crazy? well since harry (my first) was 9'1", yes, it is crazy! i can't wait to see her. i'm hoping to give the new mom a bit of un-destracted mommy time before i get there. heaven knows she doesn't need me and all my "valuable" information butting in.
fussy hasn't slept well for several days now. it's making my running routine hard and disjointed. i finally decided to get some acidophilous and gripe water, mylicon, and teething tablets, ibuprofen and tylenol. i'm stocked up, i'm ready for tonight. if he doesn't sleep, we are all in deep trouble.
chilly did get over his pukies. he had a mild case on friday. which meant he slept through preschool. did you know how much i love preschool. well, i do. i think i love the 2 hours more than sleeping. almost. just because i can guarantee 2 hours of quiet at home, even if i am not able to sleep. i really love HIS preschool. he loves it too. he has sharing time on mondays. wanna know what he took. his skeleton costume. what did i see coming out of preschool? a skeleton running to the van. fun stuff. i was a bit embarrassed, then i realized he's just plain happy dressing up. don't' mess with a good thing you know. if he was dressing up as a princess, or a nudist, then i might have to stop him. but for now...
and i think we have about 10 dollars in overdue fines at the library. who'd of thought the "i love lucy" dvd's would be so dang hard to return. they aren't, unless i keep forgetting.
okay, so that's it. i've updated my bloggie. i'm waiting for pics of my great niece, but those will have to come later.
if his results come back that he is "gifted" i doubt we will put him in the different school. at least not right now. he is doing well at his school. especially with chilly starting in the fall, a move would just make things really complicated. and we like a bit of complication, just not that much.
my niece gave birth to a lil' girl. "lil" is subjective really. she was a whopping 9"2'. crazy? well since harry (my first) was 9'1", yes, it is crazy! i can't wait to see her. i'm hoping to give the new mom a bit of un-destracted mommy time before i get there. heaven knows she doesn't need me and all my "valuable" information butting in.
fussy hasn't slept well for several days now. it's making my running routine hard and disjointed. i finally decided to get some acidophilous and gripe water, mylicon, and teething tablets, ibuprofen and tylenol. i'm stocked up, i'm ready for tonight. if he doesn't sleep, we are all in deep trouble.
chilly did get over his pukies. he had a mild case on friday. which meant he slept through preschool. did you know how much i love preschool. well, i do. i think i love the 2 hours more than sleeping. almost. just because i can guarantee 2 hours of quiet at home, even if i am not able to sleep. i really love HIS preschool. he loves it too. he has sharing time on mondays. wanna know what he took. his skeleton costume. what did i see coming out of preschool? a skeleton running to the van. fun stuff. i was a bit embarrassed, then i realized he's just plain happy dressing up. don't' mess with a good thing you know. if he was dressing up as a princess, or a nudist, then i might have to stop him. but for now...
and i think we have about 10 dollars in overdue fines at the library. who'd of thought the "i love lucy" dvd's would be so dang hard to return. they aren't, unless i keep forgetting.
okay, so that's it. i've updated my bloggie. i'm waiting for pics of my great niece, but those will have to come later.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
just a bit of advice
i know, i know. unsolicited advice. but i can't help it. i'm sure smarter and better people already know this, but sometimes, i gotta just pass on a bit of my houswife and mothering education. so here goes:
never, ever, ever, ever, ever, buy brown bathroom rugs. they show everything. well, they show everthing except the things that really need to be washed out.
never, ever, ever, ever, ever, buy brown bathroom rugs. they show everything. well, they show everthing except the things that really need to be washed out.
just a thought
every story has a begining. just like that first page in every book. the problem is, we never are sure where the beginings are. sometimes you see something and think, "when did this happen?" or "when did my kids start doing that?" i guess i wasn't around for the actual begining of it. funny how it seems that all the interesting stories have muddy beginings. i mean, would you call the first time i saw big d the begining of our story, or the middle. do you take it from when each of us were born, or what? logically it would be the first date, but it might be more interesting to add the first time i saw him, or the first rehearsal.
i am trying to understand how you could be in the middle of a great story, only to not know it. by the time you might realize it, you've long past the begining and are halfway to the end. just as we have lots of stories unfolding arouund us, are we equally surrounded by small beginings. first pages in volumes of books.
even after the books are written, or the movies set on the shelf, sometimes another book is added to explain more of the begining. a prequell perhaps. we've seen it dozens of times. i guess we have a fascination with how things start. does the beginig have any importance? it may be the most boring part of the story, but it usually is the most human. most true beginings were made by someone making a decision. a person doing something almost completely unremarkable. hence the situation of trying to figure out the true commencement.
we could get really philosiphicall and start reasoning that everything goes back, wether you believe that God created all, or that we came from a small explosion of matter. we could also go the whole "chicken or the egg" thing, which, you got to admit, is pretty interesting. take it back to the very start. we read in the bible "in the begining there was darkness..." but even then, at the first of the first, we know there must have been more, there must have been something else. some other start of that start. everything is just tied together, like some huge domino design, falling very quickly around us, and pushing off other starts in different directions.
that was my thought anyway.
i am trying to understand how you could be in the middle of a great story, only to not know it. by the time you might realize it, you've long past the begining and are halfway to the end. just as we have lots of stories unfolding arouund us, are we equally surrounded by small beginings. first pages in volumes of books.
even after the books are written, or the movies set on the shelf, sometimes another book is added to explain more of the begining. a prequell perhaps. we've seen it dozens of times. i guess we have a fascination with how things start. does the beginig have any importance? it may be the most boring part of the story, but it usually is the most human. most true beginings were made by someone making a decision. a person doing something almost completely unremarkable. hence the situation of trying to figure out the true commencement.
we could get really philosiphicall and start reasoning that everything goes back, wether you believe that God created all, or that we came from a small explosion of matter. we could also go the whole "chicken or the egg" thing, which, you got to admit, is pretty interesting. take it back to the very start. we read in the bible "in the begining there was darkness..." but even then, at the first of the first, we know there must have been more, there must have been something else. some other start of that start. everything is just tied together, like some huge domino design, falling very quickly around us, and pushing off other starts in different directions.
that was my thought anyway.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
happy valentines day!
grandma's are wonderful. they bring by treats that make a baby, who hasn't felt good, feel much better!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
poor baby, poor mommy and daddy....
poor fussy is sick. has been. that is why i haven't blogged lately. i probably wouldn't have made any coherent sentances if i had tried. we've been a bit sleep deprived.
i think he is getting better though.
it doesn't get any easier the more kids you have. in fact, i think it gets harder. not only because you are in charge of more kids anyway, but that you really don't know what to do when they are sick, and you think you probably should have it down by now. and each kid is different. where one will be fussy and not eat with strep, the other one will get the pukeys. weird. kids are so weird. little bodies and no words to describe exactly what is wrong.
bless big d for staying home from work to take a bit of burden off me. i know he stayed home yesterday because he couldn't keep his own eyes open, but he helped out more than he knows.
so there we are. official diagnosis of fussy...some kind of virus. i am thinking he is on the mend. he actually has been eating and nursing for the first time in days.
i think he is getting better though.
it doesn't get any easier the more kids you have. in fact, i think it gets harder. not only because you are in charge of more kids anyway, but that you really don't know what to do when they are sick, and you think you probably should have it down by now. and each kid is different. where one will be fussy and not eat with strep, the other one will get the pukeys. weird. kids are so weird. little bodies and no words to describe exactly what is wrong.
bless big d for staying home from work to take a bit of burden off me. i know he stayed home yesterday because he couldn't keep his own eyes open, but he helped out more than he knows.
so there we are. official diagnosis of fussy...some kind of virus. i am thinking he is on the mend. he actually has been eating and nursing for the first time in days.
Monday, February 04, 2008
sigh
it's that time of day. the time between homework, and daddy getting home. that wonderful time of day when kids are grumpy and mom is too. when diet coke doesn't even touch the headache that has been threatening all day, but which the 2nd grade math homework instantly freed.
big d has a new work schedule. and it's lame. he gets home almost an hour later than he used too. he leaves from work hopefully by 4:30, but he doesn't walk in through the door until 5:45 at least. later if it snows, if there is traffic, or if the sun is shining. i'm sure if he would drive to and from work, he could make it quicker, but he loves the bus.
i know most stay at home mom's do the same thing as me. "go see if daddy is home yet" just for a distraction. that has yet to work on the baby who seems extra fussy lately and wants mom to hold him all the time.
the wonderful hour of my life when i wish i could run away, or take a bubble bath and all my troubles would disappear like the diet coke.
big d has a new work schedule. and it's lame. he gets home almost an hour later than he used too. he leaves from work hopefully by 4:30, but he doesn't walk in through the door until 5:45 at least. later if it snows, if there is traffic, or if the sun is shining. i'm sure if he would drive to and from work, he could make it quicker, but he loves the bus.
i know most stay at home mom's do the same thing as me. "go see if daddy is home yet" just for a distraction. that has yet to work on the baby who seems extra fussy lately and wants mom to hold him all the time.
the wonderful hour of my life when i wish i could run away, or take a bubble bath and all my troubles would disappear like the diet coke.
Friday, February 01, 2008
enough already
snow, that is. move along. stop snowing please. i'm done with white, powdery, snowy stuff. done with slippery roads and snow plows. i'm done with the snowblower, the shovel. snowboots. done. with. winter.
we have had snow since december. it has snowed every other day for the past week, and it will continue next week. my parents have 4 feet of snow in thier yard, we only have 2 feet in ours. it is miserable, cold, wet. cloudy snowy crappy winter. but at least it's february!
which reminds me, i've been blogging for 2 years.
back to winter. what do you think, 6 more weeks of this crap? or is spring on its way? i'm hoping for an early spring. i am probably going to need a canoe to go along with my minivan though.
we have had snow since december. it has snowed every other day for the past week, and it will continue next week. my parents have 4 feet of snow in thier yard, we only have 2 feet in ours. it is miserable, cold, wet. cloudy snowy crappy winter. but at least it's february!
which reminds me, i've been blogging for 2 years.
back to winter. what do you think, 6 more weeks of this crap? or is spring on its way? i'm hoping for an early spring. i am probably going to need a canoe to go along with my minivan though.
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