It's like this: Our computer died. In a big way. Even my little computer whiz brother is somewhat baffled. He did manage to save all the contents of our hard drive, bless his little heart. But I am feeling very removed from the goings on. Hopefully we'll get it all going again soon.
But here's the summary of the last two months!
-Jonny got home. Heaven. Then weird, because he had 6 weeks off of work. No husband to all the time husband is a weird transition.
-We went to Texas and Colorado for two of his family's reunions. So fun.
-We bought a king size bed and not a day goes by that we don't say how much we love it. Sleeping apart for a year kind of messed us up! It felt so crowded when he got home.
-We found out I am pregnant, which makes me even more glad for the king size bed, since I will soon be reaching what I fondly refer to as 'orca whale status'. I am due March 31st. We are thrilled. Or I was, until I started feeling like crud all the time...
-Emma got her ears pierced. I may have cried a little afterwards because I think she is too little. So why did I let her do it? Well, I didn't think she was too little until after I had done it!
The summer has been filled with playing with cousins, swimming lessons, reading books, generally heavenly things. School starts in a week and a half and I am sad. I am going to miss my little Emma bug while she is at school all day. She and Matthew and Sophie play so well together and she is usally the one organizing the party.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
To Laugh or To Spank? That is the question...
Matthew was in one of his moods today. Where he is the most pleasant child on earth as long as you don't cross him. If you cross him, watch out. He is in that painful stage where he could still really use a nap, but if he does nap he can't sleep until 10pm. So he doesn't nap and he is just tired a lot.
Tonight I unknowingly crossed him by announcing at bedtime that the kids were not going to have a bath tonight - it was already bedtime. They could take one in the morning. Who knew this would set him off, but it did. After much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth I took him in his room and dumped him on the bed, determined to deal with him after I got the girls ready for bed.
When I went in to "deal" with him he was holding a cup of water in his hand. As I approached the child just chucked it all over me. Water every where. I just stood there, dumbfounded. I almost laughed because it was so unexpected and random and I almost tanned his little hide. I seriously didn't know what to do.
It reminded me of the time I used to work at a mens' tie shop in the mall. Tie One on. My good friend, Wendy, worked there too and as we were standing there chatting one day a little boy - maybe 10 years old - approached. I asked him if I could help him find anything and he exploded at me. "No I don't need any help! What do you think I am?! A retard or something?!" Same feeling. Totally taken aback and dumbfounded. Thank goodness for Wendy, who never seems to have a hard time thinking of what to say! She quickly intervened, "What is the matter with you?!? Your mother lets you out in the morning?"
So Wendy, where are you now lady?! I just ended up handing him a towel and telling him to clean it up. He said, "I'm so so sorry Mom. But you just made me mad." I put him to bed without a real punishment, because anything I do now will result in hysterical crying, thus keeping the girls awake and grating on my nerves as well. But you better believe that tomorrow morning I am going to go retrieve one of his precious quarters from his piggy bank and tell him that his purchase of Nerds candy that he has been saving up for was delayed when he decided to throw water on his mother. And I will probably like doing it.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
I have the hardest time writing on here as of late, and it really bugs me. It's not that I think the world is waiting on pins and needles to see what I come out with next, but there are so many darned hilarious things that happen around here that I want to remember and they are just flying by without me recording them. Dangit. And let's be honest, a lot of disgusting, outrageous things too that I might find humorous later.
Part of the problem is that I have a no-blogging-while-the-kids-are-awake rule. And then by the time they are in bed and quiet for the night (two totally different things), I am plum tuckered. And my sense of humor is usually out the door by then.
In an effort to redeem our family history I offer the you the following short essays. The goings on and what's been swimming around in my head.
I Don't Want a Dog, Damnit.
Jonny and the kids are dying for a dog. They talk about it all the time. I don't want a dog. If it were to be an outdoor dog I wouldn't have as much of a problem, but Jonny wants an indoor dog, and a big one. Is it not enough that I clean up everybody else's bodily fluids around here? And feed everyone else? We already have a cat which I am pretty sure was just a "I really want a baby but we've only been married 3 weeks so let's get a cat instead and maybe that will take care of my maternal urges for a while" decision. Do you know what that cat did yesterday? He crawled up inside of my box spring - mind you, he had ripped a whole in that white stuff that covers the bottom of the box spring a few years ago - and he threw up in my box spring. I can't even see where it is, but I can smell it. Disgusting. I don't want a dog.
I Know I'm Spoiled and I Like it that Way
We live in my parent's basement. It is a really nice, large, walk out basement and I have no room to complain. It is lovely. But it only has one bathroom. I know that in the olden days people used to have to trudge through the dark and snow and wind and rain to go to the outhouse to use the restroom. My Mom remembers what a big deal it was when they moved into a house that had two bathrooms. I know I am spoiled to expect more than one, but I just never want to share a bathroom with my kids again.
Matthew went in there the other day and yelled, "Mom! Sophie got poop on the floor!" Sure enough, there was poop on the floor. Well, Sophie is not potty trained and he had not pooped so apparently Emma got the poop on the floor. She doesn't know how, and I don't know how you could do that and not notice.
Emma came out of the bathroom the other day and told me sheepishly, "Sorry Mommy, I had a potty accident on the floor." I was trying to be relaxed and told her that was OK and asked casually how that happened. Her reply? "Well, I was trying to see where the potty comes out of and it just sprayed everywhere." Of course. I asked her if she figured out where the potty comes from and she said, "Yep! There's a hole down there."
One day when Matthew was potty-training I asked him to go in and go potty. A few minutes later I heard his panicked voice yelling, "Mommy! I'm slipping!" Apparently he had gone potty without making sure his boy parts were pointing down and had sprayed all over the floor. Then when he tried to stand up he slipped and fell in the potty. Over and over again. He needed a bath after all that slipping around. Super duper funny and also disgusting.
It Is That Long
So many people are so sweet and always ask how things are going with Jonny away and when he comes home. When I tell them another couple of months, they invariably say something to the effect of, "Oh, that's right around the corner!" or "Oh that's getting really close!" "Oh, that's not that long!" I know they mean well and I appreciate their concern and encouragement. But the mean and bratty little part of me wants to say, "Oh really? Not that long? Well, maybe you would like to send your husband off for the next couple of months and see how long it is. Never mind that past ten, just the next two. OK?" Rude, right? And usually I don't feel that way. Just sometimes. Hats off to all single moms everywhere - you are amazing. And I want my husband home.
The Passing of the Naughty Torch
Remember what a pill Matthew was being for the longest time? Well, all of the sudden he is as sweet as pie and Sophie is a stink. I think she got the memo that she was turning two (last week!) She is walking around this place like a mad woman - whacking anyone who gets in her way, shrieking at ear piercing decibels if she is denied something she wants, and generally being a menace. And then two seconds later she will put her head on my shoulder and say, "I wove uuu mommy." So stinking sweet. And she must run up to Emma and hug her every day before Emma leaves for school. And she smothers the phone with kisses when she talks to her Dad. Thank goodness for the super sweet things she does because they sure save her little rear end during the naughty times!
I Try to Be Positive and Usually I Am and I Tell Emma We Shouldn't Say 'Hate', But I Hate Diabetes
Emma's blood sugar has been crazy lately. CRAZY I tell you. It was crazy high right before her big dance performance a couple of weeks ago so she went on stage with her blood sugar 3 times what it is supposed to be and had to skip our traditional treat after the show. She cried and cried and asked me why her pancreas stopped working and told me she just wants to be a normal kid. So even though most of the time I feel so grateful that it is something we can treat and manage, there are times when I see my baby crying and feeling terrible and I am full of fear about what her future holds and I really really hate diabetes.
I Love Stacey Q
I was at a class last week at the gym and they played a Stacey Q song. Holy moly it blasted me right back to the fourth grade where I was a Roadrunner at Rosedale Elementary in Saugus, CA. At recess we would meet out on the grass with our tape players and listen to Stacey Q. "We Connect," "Better Than Heaven," and "Two of Hearts." Tell me I'm not the only one who loved her...still loves her!
Part of the problem is that I have a no-blogging-while-the-kids-are-awake rule. And then by the time they are in bed and quiet for the night (two totally different things), I am plum tuckered. And my sense of humor is usually out the door by then.
In an effort to redeem our family history I offer the you the following short essays. The goings on and what's been swimming around in my head.
I Don't Want a Dog, Damnit.
Jonny and the kids are dying for a dog. They talk about it all the time. I don't want a dog. If it were to be an outdoor dog I wouldn't have as much of a problem, but Jonny wants an indoor dog, and a big one. Is it not enough that I clean up everybody else's bodily fluids around here? And feed everyone else? We already have a cat which I am pretty sure was just a "I really want a baby but we've only been married 3 weeks so let's get a cat instead and maybe that will take care of my maternal urges for a while" decision. Do you know what that cat did yesterday? He crawled up inside of my box spring - mind you, he had ripped a whole in that white stuff that covers the bottom of the box spring a few years ago - and he threw up in my box spring. I can't even see where it is, but I can smell it. Disgusting. I don't want a dog.
I Know I'm Spoiled and I Like it that Way
We live in my parent's basement. It is a really nice, large, walk out basement and I have no room to complain. It is lovely. But it only has one bathroom. I know that in the olden days people used to have to trudge through the dark and snow and wind and rain to go to the outhouse to use the restroom. My Mom remembers what a big deal it was when they moved into a house that had two bathrooms. I know I am spoiled to expect more than one, but I just never want to share a bathroom with my kids again.
Matthew went in there the other day and yelled, "Mom! Sophie got poop on the floor!" Sure enough, there was poop on the floor. Well, Sophie is not potty trained and he had not pooped so apparently Emma got the poop on the floor. She doesn't know how, and I don't know how you could do that and not notice.
Emma came out of the bathroom the other day and told me sheepishly, "Sorry Mommy, I had a potty accident on the floor." I was trying to be relaxed and told her that was OK and asked casually how that happened. Her reply? "Well, I was trying to see where the potty comes out of and it just sprayed everywhere." Of course. I asked her if she figured out where the potty comes from and she said, "Yep! There's a hole down there."
One day when Matthew was potty-training I asked him to go in and go potty. A few minutes later I heard his panicked voice yelling, "Mommy! I'm slipping!" Apparently he had gone potty without making sure his boy parts were pointing down and had sprayed all over the floor. Then when he tried to stand up he slipped and fell in the potty. Over and over again. He needed a bath after all that slipping around. Super duper funny and also disgusting.
It Is That Long
So many people are so sweet and always ask how things are going with Jonny away and when he comes home. When I tell them another couple of months, they invariably say something to the effect of, "Oh, that's right around the corner!" or "Oh that's getting really close!" "Oh, that's not that long!" I know they mean well and I appreciate their concern and encouragement. But the mean and bratty little part of me wants to say, "Oh really? Not that long? Well, maybe you would like to send your husband off for the next couple of months and see how long it is. Never mind that past ten, just the next two. OK?" Rude, right? And usually I don't feel that way. Just sometimes. Hats off to all single moms everywhere - you are amazing. And I want my husband home.
The Passing of the Naughty Torch
Remember what a pill Matthew was being for the longest time? Well, all of the sudden he is as sweet as pie and Sophie is a stink. I think she got the memo that she was turning two (last week!) She is walking around this place like a mad woman - whacking anyone who gets in her way, shrieking at ear piercing decibels if she is denied something she wants, and generally being a menace. And then two seconds later she will put her head on my shoulder and say, "I wove uuu mommy." So stinking sweet. And she must run up to Emma and hug her every day before Emma leaves for school. And she smothers the phone with kisses when she talks to her Dad. Thank goodness for the super sweet things she does because they sure save her little rear end during the naughty times!
I Try to Be Positive and Usually I Am and I Tell Emma We Shouldn't Say 'Hate', But I Hate Diabetes
Emma's blood sugar has been crazy lately. CRAZY I tell you. It was crazy high right before her big dance performance a couple of weeks ago so she went on stage with her blood sugar 3 times what it is supposed to be and had to skip our traditional treat after the show. She cried and cried and asked me why her pancreas stopped working and told me she just wants to be a normal kid. So even though most of the time I feel so grateful that it is something we can treat and manage, there are times when I see my baby crying and feeling terrible and I am full of fear about what her future holds and I really really hate diabetes.
I Love Stacey Q
I was at a class last week at the gym and they played a Stacey Q song. Holy moly it blasted me right back to the fourth grade where I was a Roadrunner at Rosedale Elementary in Saugus, CA. At recess we would meet out on the grass with our tape players and listen to Stacey Q. "We Connect," "Better Than Heaven," and "Two of Hearts." Tell me I'm not the only one who loved her...still loves her!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Heaven Help Me
Remember when I wrote this about him?
She is just like him, but with girl parts. It's exhausting. Good thing she's so stinking cute...
She is just like him, but with girl parts. It's exhausting. Good thing she's so stinking cute...
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The Way it Goes
It always happens this way...I want to write about something that happened, and I keep putting it off until I have time or "feel like it" and the two rarely happen simultaneously so I never write.
But here goes! Jonny came to see us for two weeks and it was wonderful! We did a whole lot of nothing, just hanging out and playing with the kids. We threw in a little swimming, eating at favorite restaurants, visiting Emma's class at school and letting all the kids ask questions about "army guys", and spent a night in Park City. It felt like he hadn't been even gone for the last nine months. We had so much fun.
Here we are at the airport right before he left. They gave us a gate pass so we waited with him until his flight boarded, at which point Matthew attached himself to Jonny's leg and started crying, "Daddy! Don't go! I miss you! Don't leave me again daddy!" And then Emma started crying and I was doing OK until I looked at their little faces and then I lost it too. It was bad. I had to peel Matthew off of Jonny's leg and drag him away. There were at least five people in the waiting area crying watching the whole scene. So I'm pushing the stroller away and crashing into peoples' legs because I can't see for all the tears in my eyes and the kids were crying - except Sophie. She had no idea what was going on. Ignorance, as they say, is in fact bliss. Although she asked me approximately 30 times that day, "Mama? Wars (where) daddy go?"
We all have kind of had the blues since he left, but we are getting close - three more months folks!
And we had the sixth birthday of the wee Miss Emma to celebrate this last week! We had an early party for her while Jonny was here (just because this is the third year in a row that he has missed her birthday!) We had a rip roaring good time at Pirate Island with all her cousins on my side of the family and she had another party this past week with her cousin, Stockton, who has the same birthday as her.
Emma is a dream to have in our family. She is always telling me she wants to help me and often comes up and rubs my back and even my feet! She loves to decorate things - anything - and make things beautiful. She helps me take care of her little brother and sister and is so loving with them (unless they touch her things!) She is an excellent story teller - very dramatic you see - and loves to make artsy crafty things. She is so brave about all the care that is required for her diabetes and takes it in stride. She has to hug and kiss all of us before she leaves for school each day and when she sees her carpool ride coming she hurries and closes her eyes and says a prayer that she won't be scared going in their car.
She made me a mommy and it has been a dream come true ever since she was born. We love you Emma!
But here goes! Jonny came to see us for two weeks and it was wonderful! We did a whole lot of nothing, just hanging out and playing with the kids. We threw in a little swimming, eating at favorite restaurants, visiting Emma's class at school and letting all the kids ask questions about "army guys", and spent a night in Park City. It felt like he hadn't been even gone for the last nine months. We had so much fun.
Here we are at the airport right before he left. They gave us a gate pass so we waited with him until his flight boarded, at which point Matthew attached himself to Jonny's leg and started crying, "Daddy! Don't go! I miss you! Don't leave me again daddy!" And then Emma started crying and I was doing OK until I looked at their little faces and then I lost it too. It was bad. I had to peel Matthew off of Jonny's leg and drag him away. There were at least five people in the waiting area crying watching the whole scene. So I'm pushing the stroller away and crashing into peoples' legs because I can't see for all the tears in my eyes and the kids were crying - except Sophie. She had no idea what was going on. Ignorance, as they say, is in fact bliss. Although she asked me approximately 30 times that day, "Mama? Wars (where) daddy go?"
We all have kind of had the blues since he left, but we are getting close - three more months folks!
And we had the sixth birthday of the wee Miss Emma to celebrate this last week! We had an early party for her while Jonny was here (just because this is the third year in a row that he has missed her birthday!) We had a rip roaring good time at Pirate Island with all her cousins on my side of the family and she had another party this past week with her cousin, Stockton, who has the same birthday as her.
Emma is a dream to have in our family. She is always telling me she wants to help me and often comes up and rubs my back and even my feet! She loves to decorate things - anything - and make things beautiful. She helps me take care of her little brother and sister and is so loving with them (unless they touch her things!) She is an excellent story teller - very dramatic you see - and loves to make artsy crafty things. She is so brave about all the care that is required for her diabetes and takes it in stride. She has to hug and kiss all of us before she leaves for school each day and when she sees her carpool ride coming she hurries and closes her eyes and says a prayer that she won't be scared going in their car.
She made me a mommy and it has been a dream come true ever since she was born. We love you Emma!
Monday, February 14, 2011
And a Happy Valentine's Day to You!
Guess what I get for Valentine's Day??
Yep. Him. All to myself (well, myself and the little wild animals we have created). For two weeks. Heaven.
Yep. Him. All to myself (well, myself and the little wild animals we have created). For two weeks. Heaven.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
I had a dream the other night that I was at Carmel Beach with Jonny and the kids. It was heaven. Needless to say, I was pretty disappointed to wake up and find myself in frozen-ville USA and still sans husband to boot.
But to lift my spirits and perhaps yours, let me just say that:
Sophie stuck a pea up her nose last week. I was not a witness to the actual insertion and I couldn't figure out why she kept crying and saying "nose" and sticking her finger up there. Then all of the sudden it hit me..."I bet she stuck a pea up her nose!!" I had to get a flashlight to see it because she had shoved it up there so far. We made a trip to the after hours clinic for the removal. I could not stop laughing.
Matthew and I were driving in the car together and he asked me, "Mom. Can you turn on 'Coming to America?'" Jonny loves Neil Diamond and always plays it for the kids and they LOVE 'Coming to America.' I looked back in the rear view mirror and he was tapping his feet to the music and just singing along for all he was worth. And then, you know the part in the song where they shout, "Today!"? Every time Sophie heard that she would throw her arms up in the air and shout, "Hooray!" I kind of felt like my heart might burst with happiness.
And Emma was writing Christmas thank you cards. She is still working on learning to write and so I wrote down the message for her to copy: 'Dear Mimi and Papa. Thank you for my pink boots." Well, she labored and labored and then held it up for me to see. It read, "Thank you for my pink boob." WHAT?! I looked back at the words I had written for her to copy. They said boots. But the t and the s were kind of smooshed together. So there you have it. Thanks for the pink boob.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
You Choose
I couldn't really decide on a title for this post, so you can choose. Should I go with:
"Why I am crazy all the time"
or
"Why I hate Saturdays lately and they hate me."
Saturdays are pretty busy around here. I have designed it to be so. All week we are busy with school, dance, etc. but on Saturdays we suddenly had nothing to do. And all the people we would usually do something with (my sister, friends, parents) are all busy because their husbands are home. And then I feel more lonely because mine is not. So I booked up those Saturdays to make them fly by! We bust out of the house early and hit a class at the gym - it is a total booty kicker and I look forward to it all week and then kind of want to cry while I am there because I am a wimp and it is so hard. Then we head off to Matthew's gymnastics class which is immediately followed by Emma's gymnastics class. It is afternoon by the time we are done and I am usually ready to beat a kid or two by the time we head home, but it definitely fills up our day. Mission accomplished. Except the last two weeks have been so crazy that I am wondering if it is all worth it.
-Matthew threw a lay(lay or lie?)down-on-the-floor-and-scream tantrum at the grocery store
-Emma had a low blood sugar during gymnastics and naturally I had gone to run some errands and she forgot she had Starbursts in her pocket
-So they called me to see what to do but I didn't hear the phone ring because Matthew was screaming so loud (different tantrum, different store...happens a lot with that kid)
-Matthew choked on a peanut and just managed to eject it right as I was about to start the Heimlich
-I lost Sophie at the grocery store - she was sitting in the little car deal at the front of the cart and just got out and walked away while I was looking for something on the shelf. Thankfully she showed up a few minutes later at the cart. She had gone to fetch some chocolate pudding - she put it in the cart, climbed back in, and we were off!
-A kid in Matthew's gymnastics class pulled him down off the parallel bars and dragged him behind some equipment where nobody could see them and started WWFing it on him. The kids parents weren't watching or the teachers so I busted in there and told that kid to get off my child! All pummeling of him will be done by me, got it?
-But my favorite was when we went to Target and Matthew flipped out because I gave Sophie a piece of "his" pretzel (whatever we were all sharing)and would not calm down no matter what I said or did. An obnoxious teenage girl was walking by while I was wildly gesticulating at him and said to me, "Don't hit your kid!" and then non-confrontational me was in hiding due to a lack of food and screaming child and I yelled after her, "Mind your own business!" And I didn't hit him even though I wanted to. So now I'm the crazy lady yelling at people I don't know in public.
And then a few minutes later a grown man who apparently had some sort of special needs came busting across the food court to attack Matthew because the screaming was bothering him. So his mom is standing between him and Matthew and pushing him away from Matthew and I am grabbing Matthew and pushing him behind me and she is apologizing to me and I am apologizing to her because I KNOW my kid is being annoying and I want to pummel him myself. She finally got her son to go outside and it scared Matthew enough that he stopped crying for a couple of minutes. As if that were not enough, as we were leaving Target a gallon of milk fell off the rack under the cart and then we ran over it with the cart and it exploded all over the road. THE END
"Why I am crazy all the time"
or
"Why I hate Saturdays lately and they hate me."
Saturdays are pretty busy around here. I have designed it to be so. All week we are busy with school, dance, etc. but on Saturdays we suddenly had nothing to do. And all the people we would usually do something with (my sister, friends, parents) are all busy because their husbands are home. And then I feel more lonely because mine is not. So I booked up those Saturdays to make them fly by! We bust out of the house early and hit a class at the gym - it is a total booty kicker and I look forward to it all week and then kind of want to cry while I am there because I am a wimp and it is so hard. Then we head off to Matthew's gymnastics class which is immediately followed by Emma's gymnastics class. It is afternoon by the time we are done and I am usually ready to beat a kid or two by the time we head home, but it definitely fills up our day. Mission accomplished. Except the last two weeks have been so crazy that I am wondering if it is all worth it.
-Matthew threw a lay(lay or lie?)down-on-the-floor-and-scream tantrum at the grocery store
-Emma had a low blood sugar during gymnastics and naturally I had gone to run some errands and she forgot she had Starbursts in her pocket
-So they called me to see what to do but I didn't hear the phone ring because Matthew was screaming so loud (different tantrum, different store...happens a lot with that kid)
-Matthew choked on a peanut and just managed to eject it right as I was about to start the Heimlich
-I lost Sophie at the grocery store - she was sitting in the little car deal at the front of the cart and just got out and walked away while I was looking for something on the shelf. Thankfully she showed up a few minutes later at the cart. She had gone to fetch some chocolate pudding - she put it in the cart, climbed back in, and we were off!
-A kid in Matthew's gymnastics class pulled him down off the parallel bars and dragged him behind some equipment where nobody could see them and started WWFing it on him. The kids parents weren't watching or the teachers so I busted in there and told that kid to get off my child! All pummeling of him will be done by me, got it?
-But my favorite was when we went to Target and Matthew flipped out because I gave Sophie a piece of "his" pretzel (whatever we were all sharing)and would not calm down no matter what I said or did. An obnoxious teenage girl was walking by while I was wildly gesticulating at him and said to me, "Don't hit your kid!" and then non-confrontational me was in hiding due to a lack of food and screaming child and I yelled after her, "Mind your own business!" And I didn't hit him even though I wanted to. So now I'm the crazy lady yelling at people I don't know in public.
And then a few minutes later a grown man who apparently had some sort of special needs came busting across the food court to attack Matthew because the screaming was bothering him. So his mom is standing between him and Matthew and pushing him away from Matthew and I am grabbing Matthew and pushing him behind me and she is apologizing to me and I am apologizing to her because I KNOW my kid is being annoying and I want to pummel him myself. She finally got her son to go outside and it scared Matthew enough that he stopped crying for a couple of minutes. As if that were not enough, as we were leaving Target a gallon of milk fell off the rack under the cart and then we ran over it with the cart and it exploded all over the road. THE END
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