Just a SMALL list of some things I never want to do:
Go to jail. I never want to do that. I don't think it would be fun...even a little bit fun.
Have any teeth pulled...or go to the dentist for that matter. If I could NEVER go back to the dentist, that would be ok with me.
Take Compazine again. That was no fun. I guess you have to try something once to know you have an allergy to it, I wish there was another way for that one.
Go to another Haunted House. I'm not sure why I ever paid someone to scare me. It seems pointless, especially when watching the news scares me enough.
Become President or have one of my children become President. I know many people would say that would be a great honor for them/children to hold. NOT I SAID THE PIG! I'd prefer NONE of my children go into politics.
Have another child diagnosed with a chronic disease...I'm thankful for the disease we were "given" and that it wasn't something far worse...but one child is enough!
Run out of my SSNRI. That's bad. It's bad for me and those around me. Withdraw from that medication is NO FUN AT ALL! My princess pills make this world a far better place for everyone around!
Just a few things I never want to do...
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Doors
Our children seem to have a problem grasping the concept of doors. Not how to use them, or what they are for, although, they often forget to close them. We've come home or received a phone call on more than one occassion, notifying us that our back door is open. No surprise there. Thankfully, we live in a nice area and my parents live across the street...not to mention we live 1/2 mile away from the police/fire departments!
They are often confused about which is the back door and front door in our house. I know why they are confused. We rarely use our front door, and have been known, on occassion to block it entirely. I know this isn't a safe practice, so you can save the fire code lessons. We have 13 windows in our house...all on the first floor, so we are good with exits. Anyhow, I will tell them, go unlock the back door for your grandma, and one will run to the front. I'll tell them, I said the back door, they look at me, for a moment, like I'm speaking French, and then run to the "other" back door. My oldest has actually refered to the back door as "the other front door".
Today, while eating dinner, O asked for ketchup. I should have already had it on the table. O eats ketchup on almost anything, as I imagine most children do. I had just sat down and we told him he could go and get it. He gladly hoped up and ran to the fridge. We all kept eating and he announced, in his three year old manner: "The ketchups not in dis fidge". Daddy told him to look in the door....
O slammed the door to the fridge and took off toward the back door. We heard after a minute..."It's not back here"...Matt told him, in the door O...the door to the fridge. O then took off running towards the front door!
After we stopped laughing, Matt took O and explained to him the concept of the "refridgerator door". The ketchup was found and all was right with the world!
They are often confused about which is the back door and front door in our house. I know why they are confused. We rarely use our front door, and have been known, on occassion to block it entirely. I know this isn't a safe practice, so you can save the fire code lessons. We have 13 windows in our house...all on the first floor, so we are good with exits. Anyhow, I will tell them, go unlock the back door for your grandma, and one will run to the front. I'll tell them, I said the back door, they look at me, for a moment, like I'm speaking French, and then run to the "other" back door. My oldest has actually refered to the back door as "the other front door".
Today, while eating dinner, O asked for ketchup. I should have already had it on the table. O eats ketchup on almost anything, as I imagine most children do. I had just sat down and we told him he could go and get it. He gladly hoped up and ran to the fridge. We all kept eating and he announced, in his three year old manner: "The ketchups not in dis fidge". Daddy told him to look in the door....
O slammed the door to the fridge and took off toward the back door. We heard after a minute..."It's not back here"...Matt told him, in the door O...the door to the fridge. O then took off running towards the front door!
After we stopped laughing, Matt took O and explained to him the concept of the "refridgerator door". The ketchup was found and all was right with the world!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
One Time
One time, I laughed so hard, while on a date, pop came out my nose....or was it a milkshake?!? Either way, we were dressed "fancy" and something came out my nose.
One time, I fell into a hole. My husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, kissed me for the first time, and I stepped right into a hole...I should have known then, he was the one!
One time, my two older boys locked me out of the house. I was on the front porch doing something and S, who was around 2.5 at the time, locked the front door and couldn't get it unlocked. Thankfully, my parents live right across the street and have a key. Trying to explain to a 2.5 year old how to unlock a door, through a window, doesn't always go so well.
One time, well, more than one time, we've had to put a child through our kitchen window to come and open a door because, we accidentally locked ourselves out.
One time, I had an allergic reaction to Compazine and thought I was going to loose my mind. I actually considered ripping my own IV out and leaving the hospital in my gown...with the back hanging open and everything!
One time, I ate ice from my pop. Which isn't a big deal, except for we were in Russia at the time...and the ice is made from their water and I ended up with HORRIBLE diarrhea. When I say HORRIBLE...I mean HORRENDOUS, AWFUL, INSULTING diarrhea.
One time, when I was around 10, I went to my neighbors house and thought my mom heard me. We were dancing to music and her mom was running the vacuum. When I went home a little while later, police men were at my door and my parents were NOT happy. They didn't hear me and actually walked up and down the street yelling my name...when I didn't come, and they couldn't find me, they called the police. I was in BIG trouble.
One time, I had an AWESOME purple bike with a white banana seat that had a rainbow on it. My grandma bought it for me from a man who sold bikes in his front yard. He still sells bikes from that house, as well as, the occasional lawn mower, snow blower or misc. item. It's on Eureka Road...anyhow....someone stole the bike, not long after I got it. It was in our back yard...I was sad.
One time, I dozed off in church during prayer...I hit my head on the pew in front of me. It was loud and quite embarrassing.
One time, I fell into a hole. My husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, kissed me for the first time, and I stepped right into a hole...I should have known then, he was the one!
One time, my two older boys locked me out of the house. I was on the front porch doing something and S, who was around 2.5 at the time, locked the front door and couldn't get it unlocked. Thankfully, my parents live right across the street and have a key. Trying to explain to a 2.5 year old how to unlock a door, through a window, doesn't always go so well.
One time, well, more than one time, we've had to put a child through our kitchen window to come and open a door because, we accidentally locked ourselves out.
One time, I had an allergic reaction to Compazine and thought I was going to loose my mind. I actually considered ripping my own IV out and leaving the hospital in my gown...with the back hanging open and everything!
One time, I ate ice from my pop. Which isn't a big deal, except for we were in Russia at the time...and the ice is made from their water and I ended up with HORRIBLE diarrhea. When I say HORRIBLE...I mean HORRENDOUS, AWFUL, INSULTING diarrhea.
One time, when I was around 10, I went to my neighbors house and thought my mom heard me. We were dancing to music and her mom was running the vacuum. When I went home a little while later, police men were at my door and my parents were NOT happy. They didn't hear me and actually walked up and down the street yelling my name...when I didn't come, and they couldn't find me, they called the police. I was in BIG trouble.
One time, I had an AWESOME purple bike with a white banana seat that had a rainbow on it. My grandma bought it for me from a man who sold bikes in his front yard. He still sells bikes from that house, as well as, the occasional lawn mower, snow blower or misc. item. It's on Eureka Road...anyhow....someone stole the bike, not long after I got it. It was in our back yard...I was sad.
One time, I dozed off in church during prayer...I hit my head on the pew in front of me. It was loud and quite embarrassing.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Mommy Brain
Sunday, we were trying to get out the door for church. I was finishing up a few things in the house and I told the boys to go outside and get in the van. Matt and I walked out and as I would have expected, the kids were not in the van. They had found a large patch of ice and were skating around on it.
As Sundays seem to go, I was not in the mood for disobedience, I shouted for the boys and it sounded something like this: "Get in the GARAGE right now". Only I didn't hear that. I heard, in my head, "Get in the van". The boys stopped, looked at me, and then resumed their ice examiniation.
I of course was furious and yelled: "Get in the house....I mean...van...right now". They loaded in the van. Meanwhile, Matt is standing outside the van door, laughing hysterically. I was not laughing, until he told me what I said.
He informed me that I told the kids to get in the garage...no wonder they didn't listen to that one. Somedays, I'm not so sure I'm not loosing my mind!
As Sundays seem to go, I was not in the mood for disobedience, I shouted for the boys and it sounded something like this: "Get in the GARAGE right now". Only I didn't hear that. I heard, in my head, "Get in the van". The boys stopped, looked at me, and then resumed their ice examiniation.
I of course was furious and yelled: "Get in the house....I mean...van...right now". They loaded in the van. Meanwhile, Matt is standing outside the van door, laughing hysterically. I was not laughing, until he told me what I said.
He informed me that I told the kids to get in the garage...no wonder they didn't listen to that one. Somedays, I'm not so sure I'm not loosing my mind!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Not so Fast
Every Friday, I go to the boys school and help. We spend most of our time in M's classroom. Since he's in Kindergarten, it's more O friendly and his teacher doesn't mind if I bring him. We have been doing this, every Friday, since the beginning of the year. O has, on a few occassions stayed with my mom, but for the most part always comes with me. He's like the little class mascot. All the kids love him and M's teacher is super good with O and really patient. She lets him join in the circle time if he wants and most nothing in her classroom is off limits for him.
Honestly, O kind of has the run of the school. Mrs. S., M's para, has snacks for O when he wants them, he once fell asleep under a table in the office copy room, and just this week, I couldnt' find O for a second, and found him in the hallway being pushed up and down the corridor by the schools principal, Mr. C!
This Friday, O was searching frantically for his "train pack". I helped him find his train backpack and he packed a few trains and then instructed me that he needed a drink and a snack to put in their. I put them in, he put his coat on and then wanted to carry it on his back like his brothers.
We got to school and went about our morning routine. O even made the penguin craft I was making with the kids. He will be a pro a the whole kindergarten thing when it's his turn...well, hopefully anyway!
The kids were talking about lunch and O told me he wanted to but pizza in the lunch room with his brothers and he informed me that he would be staying at school. My heart sank. I am SO not ready for another one to go to school! It's hard enough having the older two away from me all day long. I like having my little buddy with me during the day. He's good company and gives me someone to talk too...or at least talk at.
The good news is, when I said it was time to go, O was more than happy to grab his pack, wave bye to his brothers and follow me out the door! Thankfully, he still has two years until he starts school!
Honestly, O kind of has the run of the school. Mrs. S., M's para, has snacks for O when he wants them, he once fell asleep under a table in the office copy room, and just this week, I couldnt' find O for a second, and found him in the hallway being pushed up and down the corridor by the schools principal, Mr. C!
This Friday, O was searching frantically for his "train pack". I helped him find his train backpack and he packed a few trains and then instructed me that he needed a drink and a snack to put in their. I put them in, he put his coat on and then wanted to carry it on his back like his brothers.
We got to school and went about our morning routine. O even made the penguin craft I was making with the kids. He will be a pro a the whole kindergarten thing when it's his turn...well, hopefully anyway!
The kids were talking about lunch and O told me he wanted to but pizza in the lunch room with his brothers and he informed me that he would be staying at school. My heart sank. I am SO not ready for another one to go to school! It's hard enough having the older two away from me all day long. I like having my little buddy with me during the day. He's good company and gives me someone to talk too...or at least talk at.
The good news is, when I said it was time to go, O was more than happy to grab his pack, wave bye to his brothers and follow me out the door! Thankfully, he still has two years until he starts school!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
JDRF Walk
In October, we participated in the JDRF Walk for a Cure. M was REALLY excited that have a special day for kids with diabetes! We simply walked this year and checked out the "festivites". We plan to fundraise this year.
M was diagnosed with diabetes 3 years ago with Type 1 diabetes. His diagnosis came as a total shock to us. There is no family history of diabetes. We pray daily for God's healing for M and others with diabetes, but also think it's important to actively participate in helping find a cure.
M was diagnosed with diabetes 3 years ago with Type 1 diabetes. His diagnosis came as a total shock to us. There is no family history of diabetes. We pray daily for God's healing for M and others with diabetes, but also think it's important to actively participate in helping find a cure.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Ballet Lessons
I saw a ballet for the first time on Saturday night. My MIL bought tickets for my sister in law, my niece Gillian, and myself. It was a surprise Christmas gift for all the girlies in the family! Since we are sorely outnumbered by boys...11 to 4...she thought it would be a nice thing for us to do.
We decided to make a night of it and went to a yummy dinner at Johnny Carino's before the show began. Their Cesar salad was delicious and I have a great pasta dish for dinner with sundried tomatoes, shrimp and chicks...mmmmm!
This post isn't about my dinner, as delicious as it was, so I will continue!
I learned a few things about ballets. They are as follows:
First and foremost, something MUST be done about MALE ballet attire. Not the males in attendance, but the dancers. There pants were quite visually insulting. I thought, at one point, poking my eyes out would be better than watching them dance in their spandex tights.
One would think...just don't look there. It's a ballet folks. The point is to watch them jump and twirls and leap and squat and bend and jump some more (all while wearing bright white spandex tights), all of these things are done with LEGS, which are attatched to...well you know.
A simple costume adjustment would fix this problem...a simple "flap" in the front would be better than nothing. The chronic "wedgie" they had from the tights was at least bearable...but the front...not so much.
On a postive note, the ladies costumes were gorgeous. We saw Swan Lake and I found the Swan costumes stunning, especially the black ones they wore. The were unbelievably gorgous and glittery. It was exactly what I thought they would look like...the ones I saw as a little girl...the ones I would have died to wear. Now people would die if they saw me in one.
Some ballerinas are HORRIBLY thin.
Ballet dancers have HUGE leg muscles...even the skinny ones. They are all muscle.
I'm not sure how the girls stand on their toes like that. I know I've read/heard that their feet can become horribly disfigured after years of dancing...I can believe that.
Watching a ballet on tv is NOTHING like seeing on in person. It doesn't compare.
After the first 3 acts I was kind of done with the whole thing. I found the last dance wonderful though!
The whole story of Swan Lake was difficult for me to grasp for some reason. It was hard for me to envision the prince dancing in the palace with a swan and the queen just being ok with it all...I know it's a fairy tale!
I know why I am a "boy mom". At several points during the ballet, I actually found myself grinning at the thought of some of the dancers leaping in the air and then bouncing off of each other! Only a boy mom would think of things like that.
I feel it needs mention again...the male dancers looked extremely inappropriate...there has to be a better alternative for them.
We decided to make a night of it and went to a yummy dinner at Johnny Carino's before the show began. Their Cesar salad was delicious and I have a great pasta dish for dinner with sundried tomatoes, shrimp and chicks...mmmmm!
This post isn't about my dinner, as delicious as it was, so I will continue!
I learned a few things about ballets. They are as follows:
First and foremost, something MUST be done about MALE ballet attire. Not the males in attendance, but the dancers. There pants were quite visually insulting. I thought, at one point, poking my eyes out would be better than watching them dance in their spandex tights.
One would think...just don't look there. It's a ballet folks. The point is to watch them jump and twirls and leap and squat and bend and jump some more (all while wearing bright white spandex tights), all of these things are done with LEGS, which are attatched to...well you know.
A simple costume adjustment would fix this problem...a simple "flap" in the front would be better than nothing. The chronic "wedgie" they had from the tights was at least bearable...but the front...not so much.
On a postive note, the ladies costumes were gorgeous. We saw Swan Lake and I found the Swan costumes stunning, especially the black ones they wore. The were unbelievably gorgous and glittery. It was exactly what I thought they would look like...the ones I saw as a little girl...the ones I would have died to wear. Now people would die if they saw me in one.
Some ballerinas are HORRIBLY thin.
Ballet dancers have HUGE leg muscles...even the skinny ones. They are all muscle.
I'm not sure how the girls stand on their toes like that. I know I've read/heard that their feet can become horribly disfigured after years of dancing...I can believe that.
Watching a ballet on tv is NOTHING like seeing on in person. It doesn't compare.
After the first 3 acts I was kind of done with the whole thing. I found the last dance wonderful though!
The whole story of Swan Lake was difficult for me to grasp for some reason. It was hard for me to envision the prince dancing in the palace with a swan and the queen just being ok with it all...I know it's a fairy tale!
I know why I am a "boy mom". At several points during the ballet, I actually found myself grinning at the thought of some of the dancers leaping in the air and then bouncing off of each other! Only a boy mom would think of things like that.
I feel it needs mention again...the male dancers looked extremely inappropriate...there has to be a better alternative for them.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Bad Dreams
M woke up the other day and came into bed with us...as do all the boys. We aren't those parents who are up, dressed, coffee in hand when our kids wake up. They are, our alarm clock!
He told me he had a bad dream. I told him he was fine and then fell back asleep...as I normally do. Matt is a champ and always gets up with the kids...even if it is a bit begrudgingly at times.
Matt told me later that M had a bad dream and that S had encouraged him. It took me a minute to stop laughing about the "bad" dream and then I was proud of sweet S and his kind heart!
M had a dream that all his friends had super powers and he didn't...I guess for a 6 year old boy, that is a BAD dream.
S told him that he was special just the way he was and that he didn't need super powers. He told him that we'd love him no matter what!
Such sweet brothers...at least for that moment. I'm quite sure a few minutes later they were fighting about something!
He told me he had a bad dream. I told him he was fine and then fell back asleep...as I normally do. Matt is a champ and always gets up with the kids...even if it is a bit begrudgingly at times.
Matt told me later that M had a bad dream and that S had encouraged him. It took me a minute to stop laughing about the "bad" dream and then I was proud of sweet S and his kind heart!
M had a dream that all his friends had super powers and he didn't...I guess for a 6 year old boy, that is a BAD dream.
S told him that he was special just the way he was and that he didn't need super powers. He told him that we'd love him no matter what!
Such sweet brothers...at least for that moment. I'm quite sure a few minutes later they were fighting about something!
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