Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
But my Christmas decorations are up! All of them that I could carry up myself from the basement. My new stockings hang in front of the fireplace, our sparkly branches rest on the mantle, and shatter-proof ornaments are kept around my home. And the Christmas music has already been played.
Yay for Christmas!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
No, explosive diarrhea is not cute. It is stinky and gets all over your husband's aunt's bedspread when you are visiting for Thanksgiving. Women like this who proclaim that everything is so cute, implying that everything is roses, freaks out new moms who are stressed and tired and not yet able to laugh at the public explosion of their child's diarrhea.
Ms. Alba, just admit that you're tired. No one is going to think less of you.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I changed my mind on all of them.
Little Missy has started hiding from me when she does her business. One time I noticed her tell-tale face of "The poo is coming" as she ran behind the chair for some privacy. She must have decided she'd be bored back there during those long 30 seconds so she ran out, grabbed a truck, and ran back to her spot, all with a quick "Don't look at me, Mommy."
A few days later the same look crossed her face and she ran behind the couch.
"What are you doin', Little Missy?" I asked.
"Don't look at me, Mommy!"
G walked into the room, saw his sister, and walked behind the couch from the other end.
"Whatcha doin', Little Missy?"
"G," I began, "leave her alone for a little bit."
Little Missy didn't hear me and quickly responded to her brother: "I poopin', G."
Now she poops in the other room, then nonchalantly comes into the room with us and asks sweetly "You smell stankies, Mommy?" "G, you smell stankies?" I think this is the 2 year-old version of internally worrying that those around you smelled your fart. Only, she has no internal dialogue and asking out loud is admitting that "Whoever smelt it, dealt it."
Thursday, November 20, 2008
There are six areas the teachers comment on:
- Listens Carefully
- Stays on Task
- Follows Directions
- Treats Others With Respect
- Follows Class Rules
- Does His/Her Best Work
There are three "grades:"
- Needs Improvement
Little G received an "Outstanding" in each class. He makes me so proud. But then his teachers' comments made me tear up:
"G is very well mannered and plays well with other children. He listens well. Knows his letters, colors, etc. He is an excellent role model for our class." (I added the boldface.)
I read him the comments from his teachers and scooped the little stinker in my arms. The same boy who grabs toys from his sister, argues with me over which route is quickest to get us from Peel's Beauty Supply in Wichita to our home in Augusta, gets mad when I give him crew socks instead of his "big" socks, this boy is a sweetie-pie for others. At least he knows how to behave around others.
Which is most important because I want to keep up appearances.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
How much weight can I lose in three days? Like, if I were to go all-out: fasting, honey & ginger whatever, laxatives ... how much weight? Because nothing says "love" like coming home to a wife who has dealt with her sadness by eating her feelings.
Lots of her feelings.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Said spunk is not always appropriate while grocery shopping.
As a fellow mother at my church put it, when those automatic doors slide open, something snaps in their brains and they lose sense of who they are and how they're expected to behave. I go crazy when the automatic doors slide open at Forever 21, but I do not go crazy while entering Dillons. DILLONS. As a child when I went to the grocery store with my mom I got a free cookie from the Albertson's bakery. My kids don't get free cookies. They don't get anything they ask for: no coffee cake, no Kool-Aid, no cans of tuna. Well, I did acquiesce on the can of tuna, but that can is sitting in our pantry since neither Hubby nor I eat the stuff. Anyway, why are they so excited to be in the land of No-You-Can't-Have-It?
My top guess is because they get to run somewhere other than our living room-dining room-kitchen-hallway loop. They get to run up and down and up and down many aisles. We go in the middle of the day, when few shoppers or other moms are there, and for the most part their running doesn't bother me. They know to stay where I can see them.
But then the giggling starts. I am overjoyed that my children enjoy eachother. But sometimes the giggling and the squealing and the running gets to be a little much. Then the hugging starts, and that's when it gets really embarrassing. Little Missy hugs G, G laughs, so Little Missy hugs him tighter and they fall to the floor. Read that again: two siblings are hugging and laughing so much that they fall to the floor. Then they stay on the floor in a little ball of arms and coats and hands as I'm sternly whispering, "THAT IS ENOUGH. GET OFF THE FLOOR." We're not weirdoes, for Pete's sake. And all this time I am hoping against hope that I will not run into anyone I know. Usually I love running into friends, but someone overhearing my hissing and fruitless struggles to get my children in line would make my face turn red.
So the rhetorical question is this: How do we find the balance between raising robots and raising weirdoes?
Monday, November 10, 2008
-Link to the person who tagged you.
-Post the rules on your blog.
-Write 6 random things about yourself.
-Tag 6-ish people at the end of your post.
-Let each person know he/she has been tagged.
-Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. Right now I am mighty cold. This morning we woke up to the furnace loud and angry in the basement, bellowing and threatening to blow up. So I turned it off, gave it a rest, and when we came home from our morning errands I turned it back on. That time a small whimper came from the beast; still alive but no longer blowing warm air through the vents. McCune Heating & Cooling has me on their standby list. Before they get here we will be snuggling under blankets and probably drinking hot chocolate.
2. Over the weekend I went to a ladies' retreat with my church. Lots of testimonies, praying and reading and trying to better understand our individual relationships with the Lord. I sat in a room with 50 women from age 22 to 70-something, inspired by all the stories completely unique to them. Each flawed woman, made perfect by Him, daily trying to walk better in the light and knowledge He gives. What I love about the Lord is that even with 6 billion people on earth right now He gives me the attention of an only child.
3. Every day after preschool G has a new song that he sings around the house. His teachers have a song for everything: putting away books after reading time, walking down the stairs and holding the rail, finding out what the weather is for the day. And G is coming out of his shell more and more every time he goes. My previously shy little boy is getting quite comfortable around others and letting all of us see his spunk. Most of the time that's a good thing.
4. I miss Hubby. But in this time my family and friends have surrounded me and helped me to not feel so lonely. They invite me over for dinner, plan activities for me, come over and sit at my house for hours to keep me company, let me spend the night at their house. When Hubby is home my eyes can easily become focused solely on him and the children, but during this time I am again reminded over and over how much love surrounds me. Thank you everyone. They all are a living example of this verse: "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we have received from God." 2 Corinthians 1: 3&4
5. This morning Little Missy and I went to Goodwill to look for clothes for me. I wanted to call my sister while I was there to see what Lucky would say about a jacket I was trying on, but she can't really talk at work, so I grudgingly put it back. But I did find a shrunken jacket, a shirtdress, and two shirts that are pushing my comfort zone in their respective cuts but they are solid colors and that makes them easier to wear. Hey, this is a random post.
6. What the crap is this girl wearing? Mischa is falling into a depression and we are all watching and laughing (I'm trying not to laugh, but seriously).
Here are my friends who will be so happy I tagged them:
3. Jessi (if she ever decides to post again)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
1 can (21 oz.) apple pie filling
6 boneless pork loin chops (1-1/2 lb.), 3/4 inch thick
HEAT oven to 375ºF. Prepare stuffing mix as directed on package.
SPREAD pie filling onto bottom of 13x9-inch baking dish sprayed with cooking spray; top with chops and stuffing. Cover with foil.
BAKE 30 min.; uncover. Bake 10 min. or until chops are cooked through (160ºF).
I decided that I would watch "Law&Order" after the kids went to bed. Hubby HATES L&O, smirks when I watch it, totally ruins the experience for me. So tonight I was going to watch it. But of course the kids were riled up after their nap (they never nap anymore) and church and they didn't go to sleep until 9:55. Boo.
Tomorrow night I'm watching "Lars and the Real Girl." That's not really a movie Hubby is against watching, but it was the only movie I really wanted as #1 on my queue from Netflix. I'm really trying to not watch the rest of season 2 of "Battlestar Galactica." And I'm also trying not to read ahead on Television Without Pity as to the rest of BG. Because it is an awesome show and we've been watching it almost every night and now Hubby is gone and I can't watch it for two weeks.
That's all for now! But I will post the recipe for the pork chops and then you can all comment about how much you love me.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
... reading ...
... playing with Stomp Rockets outside ...
The Thomas-themed food table at party #1:
Surrounded by friends and family: