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Thursday, March 04, 2010
Karma is....
Karma is complaining about blogging about excess of beads and then having said cherubs pull out the box labeled 10,000 beads. That box, pretty much covered the whole playroom floor. I have never been so happy to pull out the vacuum before (and before you comment on the waste, next time, you're more then welcome to come over and puck them up). We are now approximately 9,000 beads shorter in the house.
Sorry, no picture.
Sorry, no picture.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Future scrabble player
I walked away from this scrabble game to let the puppy out.
And came back to this:
Moe replicated my game on paper. Either that, or Clink hired her to cheat.....
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Concider yourself warned
Click on picture for full effectIf another bead set makes its way to my home, I will take said beads and dump them all over your floors. Seriously, enough is enough. This photo, does not include the beads that are living in the cracks, corners and crevices of every. single. floor. Or the sets upstairs in Einey's room.
WTF, is there a special on beads? Or do you all hate me?
No. More. Beads.
Consider yourselves warned. This is not a challenge.
Oh, and the same goes for tattoo, body paint and draw on yourself kits.
Enough is enough.
Thank you.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Princess and the Pea
As parents, we cannot wait for our infants to sleep through the night. I remember clearly one day, when Moe was around 11 months old, Moe slept through the night for the first night ever. I awoke with a start and ran to her room, just to check on her. It was an oddity for her not to wake up hungry. In the weeks that followed, I remember felling like I awoke fro a fog. I was clear headed and well-rested. And it scared me to realize just how exhausted I had been in the past - how I was living in a fog.
Our children grow and we expect to be able to continue to get a good night's sleep. And then you make the transition from crib to toddler or twin bed. You give your child a new found mobility. After the novelty of being able to get out as they please (assuming of course, that they weren't already vaulting over said crib rails anyway) they again sleeping through the night.
Then comes potty training and night training. They sometimes awake during the night to use the potty. Older children may quietly walk to the bathroom, do what they need to and head back to bed. As a parent, you awake when you hear them, just because that's what you do. Children like Moe, will wake, walk past the door to the bathroom, stand silently next to you so you awake with a start OMGthere'ssomeoneinmyroom. Once your heart stops beating out of your chest, she'll tell you she needs to use the bathroom, before walking out, using the bathroom and going back to bed. Eventually, that too will pass.
This to shall pass. It's a mantra for parents.
Then you may get a puppy. A puppy, who too, needs to go out during the night. But said puppy is amazing, only waking the first two nights to go out and thus sleeping through the night after that. At a mere 8 weeks old or so.
Which brings us to the princess and the pea. Current nights find Moe crawling into my bed - either the end of the bed or lodging herself on her father's side (if he's still awake studying) or wedging herself between us. We'll nudge her if she's awake and send her back to her room. If asleep, I'll pick her up and carry her, long arms trailing by my side, back to her room.* More often then not, she'll reappear back in our room hours later. She can't sleep. Her bed is not comfortable she tells us. But our bed is just fine. We've moved the stuffed animals off where she sleeps. All that remains is her American Doll Girl as she calls it. She's got warm blankets and soft blankets. A comfy pillow. A warm room. There's no reason she shouldn't be comfortable.
I don't know what else to do. The only plausible explanation I can think of is she shares a room with Meenie. Meenie likes a nightlight. Moe often complains she doesn't want the light on. But we don't have enough bedrooms right now. In the not so distant future (we hope) we will.
But this cannot go on. I'm tired. It makes me cranky. It makes me forget. I've had more then one person on more then one occasion ask me if I'm feeling well. I've laid down to take a quick nap while the kids are in school, only to awake and find out I overslept by 45 minutes.
I'm hoping, this to shall pass. Sooner then later. Maybe with the spring will come a need not to be snuggling next to a warm body.
*Some nights, I'll drag a blanket in a curl up next to her in her room. With hope that Husband will get sleep and be well rested. He needs his sleep. He needs to do well in school and pass his tests. Her bed, as I've found is plenty comfortable.
Our children grow and we expect to be able to continue to get a good night's sleep. And then you make the transition from crib to toddler or twin bed. You give your child a new found mobility. After the novelty of being able to get out as they please (assuming of course, that they weren't already vaulting over said crib rails anyway) they again sleeping through the night.
Then comes potty training and night training. They sometimes awake during the night to use the potty. Older children may quietly walk to the bathroom, do what they need to and head back to bed. As a parent, you awake when you hear them, just because that's what you do. Children like Moe, will wake, walk past the door to the bathroom, stand silently next to you so you awake with a start OMGthere'ssomeoneinmyroom. Once your heart stops beating out of your chest, she'll tell you she needs to use the bathroom, before walking out, using the bathroom and going back to bed. Eventually, that too will pass.
This to shall pass. It's a mantra for parents.
Then you may get a puppy. A puppy, who too, needs to go out during the night. But said puppy is amazing, only waking the first two nights to go out and thus sleeping through the night after that. At a mere 8 weeks old or so.
Which brings us to the princess and the pea. Current nights find Moe crawling into my bed - either the end of the bed or lodging herself on her father's side (if he's still awake studying) or wedging herself between us. We'll nudge her if she's awake and send her back to her room. If asleep, I'll pick her up and carry her, long arms trailing by my side, back to her room.* More often then not, she'll reappear back in our room hours later. She can't sleep. Her bed is not comfortable she tells us. But our bed is just fine. We've moved the stuffed animals off where she sleeps. All that remains is her American Doll Girl as she calls it. She's got warm blankets and soft blankets. A comfy pillow. A warm room. There's no reason she shouldn't be comfortable.
I don't know what else to do. The only plausible explanation I can think of is she shares a room with Meenie. Meenie likes a nightlight. Moe often complains she doesn't want the light on. But we don't have enough bedrooms right now. In the not so distant future (we hope) we will.
But this cannot go on. I'm tired. It makes me cranky. It makes me forget. I've had more then one person on more then one occasion ask me if I'm feeling well. I've laid down to take a quick nap while the kids are in school, only to awake and find out I overslept by 45 minutes.
I'm hoping, this to shall pass. Sooner then later. Maybe with the spring will come a need not to be snuggling next to a warm body.
*Some nights, I'll drag a blanket in a curl up next to her in her room. With hope that Husband will get sleep and be well rested. He needs his sleep. He needs to do well in school and pass his tests. Her bed, as I've found is plenty comfortable.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Ebb and Flow
This week has continued to ebb and flow, mixing good and bad.
Tuesday, it seemed like I was cleaning up pee puddles and poop piles off the floor everytime I turned around. I know, what did I expect, getting a new puppy and all? But she's been sooo good! Not only that, I was cranky and suffered from a headache all day (I blame it on the muffin I ate after donating blood, since it had been 2.5 weeks since I had any carbs and sugar).
Yesterday, however was a good day. It started when I logged on and saw MA choose red (or Brown) to fill U.S. Senate seat. Yay, MA. Then I had a relaxing day, despite being called to pick up my daughter from school because she had a headache (side note, she seems to be suffering from chronic headaches, complaining of having them often :( ) Laundry was for once, all washed and dried (I just have one basket to fold before the kids put it away). I cleaned and de-cluttered some junk. And the puppy had one accident yesterday. Unfortunately, that accident happened to be on Moe's backpack :(
Not paying attention, I tossed Moe's backpack into the washer and then dryer. Like I had done so many times in the past. I pulled it out this morning and..... there were holes in it where it looked like the material burned in the dryer. So yeah, I totally ruined her backpack. Which I know I've washed like that before. I asked her what type of backpack she wanted this morning and she told me "purple and blue like the Yankees". Seriously, doesn't this kid know she's a born and bred New Englander? (side note: we really don't follow any sports teams.)
And then, of course, 7:30 this morning, Meenie informs me she can't find any pants to wear to school. She got stuff on one pair the day before which no biggie, after all, we have at least two pairs of dress pants for school. Only I cannot find the second pair anywhere. So I had to hurry up and wash and dry her pants for school. I'm sure they were probably still damp since it takes forever! But whatever, they made it to school on time and in pants.
But, I refuse to let the horrible no good nasty morning get to me. I'm drinking my latte and regrouping. And then I'm going to have a good day.
And since I totally missed out on delurking day because, well because, *insert some lame as excuse here*, your job is to delurk and tell me something. It can be your favorite sports affiliation, where you get your favorite latte's (or any coffee) - I prefer Baker's Dozen (local place) over any of the big chain's, or what you do to de-stress. Tell me anything, just leave a comment :)
Tuesday, it seemed like I was cleaning up pee puddles and poop piles off the floor everytime I turned around. I know, what did I expect, getting a new puppy and all? But she's been sooo good! Not only that, I was cranky and suffered from a headache all day (I blame it on the muffin I ate after donating blood, since it had been 2.5 weeks since I had any carbs and sugar).
Yesterday, however was a good day. It started when I logged on and saw MA choose red (or Brown) to fill U.S. Senate seat. Yay, MA. Then I had a relaxing day, despite being called to pick up my daughter from school because she had a headache (side note, she seems to be suffering from chronic headaches, complaining of having them often :( ) Laundry was for once, all washed and dried (I just have one basket to fold before the kids put it away). I cleaned and de-cluttered some junk. And the puppy had one accident yesterday. Unfortunately, that accident happened to be on Moe's backpack :(
Not paying attention, I tossed Moe's backpack into the washer and then dryer. Like I had done so many times in the past. I pulled it out this morning and..... there were holes in it where it looked like the material burned in the dryer. So yeah, I totally ruined her backpack. Which I know I've washed like that before. I asked her what type of backpack she wanted this morning and she told me "purple and blue like the Yankees". Seriously, doesn't this kid know she's a born and bred New Englander? (side note: we really don't follow any sports teams.)
And then, of course, 7:30 this morning, Meenie informs me she can't find any pants to wear to school. She got stuff on one pair the day before which no biggie, after all, we have at least two pairs of dress pants for school. Only I cannot find the second pair anywhere. So I had to hurry up and wash and dry her pants for school. I'm sure they were probably still damp since it takes forever! But whatever, they made it to school on time and in pants.
But, I refuse to let the horrible no good nasty morning get to me. I'm drinking my latte and regrouping. And then I'm going to have a good day.
And since I totally missed out on delurking day because, well because, *insert some lame as excuse here*, your job is to delurk and tell me something. It can be your favorite sports affiliation, where you get your favorite latte's (or any coffee) - I prefer Baker's Dozen (local place) over any of the big chain's, or what you do to de-stress. Tell me anything, just leave a comment :)
Monday, January 04, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
New Years Resolutions
We don't typically make New Year's Resolutions, but this year I put forth the question to the family. What do you want to accomplish this year?
Me: I want to reconnect face to face with some old friends who I haven't had the time to see in awhile sans kids. For starters, I've already made tentative plans for coffee with an old friend this week while our kids are in school.
I also want to try and work more. I haven't had many hours subbing picked up yet this year. I don't know if I'm checking at the wrong time or what. It's hard for me to plan ahead (making arrangements for before/after school, packing lunches, getting kids up and ready, etc) if I don't know in advance whether or not they need me. Already this year, I do have plans to work Monday or Tuesday. If I can't pick up more hours, I've already started looking for a real job. One that I need to go to everyday. Problem is, I don't know what I want to do and feel like I have no marketable value :(
Husband: His plan is easy. he wants to survive school. And letterbox more. Last year was an excellent year picking up over 281 boxes since April. He also wants to find at least one box per winter month, something we haven't done before.
Einey: Plain and simple, she wants to visit Maine. She's been obsessed with it since the Husband and I took our little kid free getaway in September. It's probably good that we didn't fly to Hawaii or something :D We have tentative plans to go camping in Maine in August for a letterboxing event. Hopefully the timing will work out with Husband's classes.
Meenie: Wants to learn how to ride a two wheeler. She'll be the first if she can. She was getting close this summer, but we don't have a good bike riding driveway. Einey has no interest at all.
Moe: Wants to learn how to play Guitar Hero.
That's ours, what are yours?
Me: I want to reconnect face to face with some old friends who I haven't had the time to see in awhile sans kids. For starters, I've already made tentative plans for coffee with an old friend this week while our kids are in school.
I also want to try and work more. I haven't had many hours subbing picked up yet this year. I don't know if I'm checking at the wrong time or what. It's hard for me to plan ahead (making arrangements for before/after school, packing lunches, getting kids up and ready, etc) if I don't know in advance whether or not they need me. Already this year, I do have plans to work Monday or Tuesday. If I can't pick up more hours, I've already started looking for a real job. One that I need to go to everyday. Problem is, I don't know what I want to do and feel like I have no marketable value :(
Husband: His plan is easy. he wants to survive school. And letterbox more. Last year was an excellent year picking up over 281 boxes since April. He also wants to find at least one box per winter month, something we haven't done before.
Einey: Plain and simple, she wants to visit Maine. She's been obsessed with it since the Husband and I took our little kid free getaway in September. It's probably good that we didn't fly to Hawaii or something :D We have tentative plans to go camping in Maine in August for a letterboxing event. Hopefully the timing will work out with Husband's classes.
Meenie: Wants to learn how to ride a two wheeler. She'll be the first if she can. She was getting close this summer, but we don't have a good bike riding driveway. Einey has no interest at all.
Moe: Wants to learn how to play Guitar Hero.
That's ours, what are yours?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
We're Getting a Puppy!!!!
For real this time. I am so confident and sure this time that I spilled the beans and told the girls. We went shopping today and picked out a little bed, some toys and her own food dishes. We'll pick up her food soon when we go to the co-op across town.Saturday morning, December 26th, I answered the phone. It was my sister calling from down south. She and her husband were out and found two small puppies abandoned in a bathroom trashcan. She bundled them up and took them home to warm up. She called and sent pictures. And we're taking one (she's keeping the other). Now we wait until next week when she drives up for a visit.
To everyone who expressed their condolences last time when we thought for sure we had a puppy, those who said "there is a puppy out there for you". Thank you. This was just another thing that proves that everything happens for a reason. Because that puppy, was not meant to be ours. But this puppy, this puppy that someone heartlessly left in a cold bathroom trashcan... This puppy needs our love. Needs us to give it a loving home. And loving home it shall receive.
Now onto the hard part, picking out a name.
Thank you Auntie for thinking of us and for being in the right place at the right time. The girls have lots of love and are looking forward to meeting their new friend.
Friday, December 25, 2009
The very best gift of all
8 Years ago, Einey gave me the very best Christmas gift ever, the gift of motherhood.
It doesn't seem possible that it was 8 years ago that I held my eldest, as a swaddled newborn in my arms. Now she's a beautiful, smart little girl. We are truly blessed to have her in our lives.
Thank you, Einey for the gift of motherhood.
Happy Birthday to you. May your love continue to shine!
Other birthday editions:
Seven
Six
Five
Birth Story
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Randomness
Having six eight year olds over for a sleepover was so nice and refreshing. So why is it, that with double the amount of kids running around playing hide and seek, it was quieter then having just my three home? OMG, the bickering lately!
Just how many bubbles are in a years supply of bubble bath?
Why doesn't it feel like Christmas this year?
Why are frisbees being thrown in my house?
Does anyone else constantly need to replace the "little" Nintendo items? You know, like Wii wrist straps (because a certain child who will remain nameless cut them with scissors)? And DS styluses, because certain other kids eat them? Seriously, I have replaced so many of them because apparently I don't feed my kids. I am constantly finding them all chewed up. Oddly, she doesn't chew on pencils or other objects.
And did I forget anyone on my card list? or to buy xmas presents for? Because as I'm writing this, I just remembered the gift that was supposed to be sent to my friend in VA. The gift that should have been in the box that was mailed out today.
Just how many bubbles are in a years supply of bubble bath?
Why doesn't it feel like Christmas this year?
Why are frisbees being thrown in my house?
Does anyone else constantly need to replace the "little" Nintendo items? You know, like Wii wrist straps (because a certain child who will remain nameless cut them with scissors)? And DS styluses, because certain other kids eat them? Seriously, I have replaced so many of them because apparently I don't feed my kids. I am constantly finding them all chewed up. Oddly, she doesn't chew on pencils or other objects.
And did I forget anyone on my card list? or to buy xmas presents for? Because as I'm writing this, I just remembered the gift that was supposed to be sent to my friend in VA. The gift that should have been in the box that was mailed out today.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Lend a helping hand....
Husband asked Meenie if she could go down into the basement to ge thim a can of soda. Then has asked Moe to go with her (knowing that they all hate going into the basement themselves).
Moe turned to husband and said "babies need some one to go with them. Meenie IS NOT a baby."
Man, between the eye rolling, the shrugs and the "duh's", "whatevers" and "sooooo" that come from her.... I'd swear she was 16, not 5.
Moe turned to husband and said "babies need some one to go with them. Meenie IS NOT a baby."
Man, between the eye rolling, the shrugs and the "duh's", "whatevers" and "sooooo" that come from her.... I'd swear she was 16, not 5.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Anatomy of a Snow Day
6:00 am Wake up and find out there's no school. Checked online, which they switched this year and was a pain to navigate. Cable is out.6:20 am Kids wake up
6:50 am Kids ask if we can go outside
7:00 am - 9:30 am Lounged around, watched DVD's ate poptarts. I shoveled the driveway so the mechanic could come get the van for service (nothing like waiting until the snow falls to replace the brakes!).
9:30 am Finished watching Merry Madagascar for the fifth time this morning.
9:45 am got dressed and went outside. Sled down the neighbors hill and made 2 snowmen. Which is 2 more then last year. And the year before.
11:00 am Came in and made hot cocoa. After I cleaned up the water that spilled every where while we were outside. I think I may spoil them with the hot cocoa I make :D (photo reused from last year)After that, times get fuzzy.
We finished a craft. Ate lunch. Watched some more DVD's. Played some games. Made chocolate chip cookies. Made creepy crawly bug things. Started some laundry.Overall, it was a great relaxing day. One kid was a tad whiny, but they woke up early. I found
ignoring her stopped her quicker then arguing with her. Because you know, me laughing when she told me she doesn'y like her build-a-bears staring at her didn't help. Of course, by the end of they day, they were kind of wound and bouncing off the walls.This morning was back to school as usual.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Honesty.....
The number one reason Einey should not be allowed to sell GS cookies....
"Mom, we got to try the new GS cookie and it tastes like barf".
Um, you might not want to tell your customers that.
"I know. Mrs. C said we should say it's an adult taste".
"Mom, we got to try the new GS cookie and it tastes like barf".
Um, you might not want to tell your customers that.
"I know. Mrs. C said we should say it's an adult taste".
Monday, November 30, 2009
I am thankful for...
Everyday for the month (starting on 11/9), my FB status reflected what I am thankful for.
Today I am thankful for......my husband. He is truly wonderful.
Today I am thankful for Einey - the child who made me a mother. She paved the way for who I am today. She is smart and beautiful and a wonderful child.
Today I am thankful for all of the men and women who have served our country. Thank you for all the freedom you have given us. (in honor of Veteran's Day).
Today I am thankful for Meenie. Through her eyes, I have seen a whole new world. Her smile and laughter brings happiness to me always.
Today I am thankful for Moe. To see the excitement through her eyes every morning. My little imp, she's kept me on my toes and always moving from one spot to another. Yet she's the first to slow down and offer a kiss, a hug and a snuggle. My not so little baby.
Today I am thankful for my family. As crazy as they can be (and honestly, who's can't be???), they are my family and I still love them.
Today I am NOT thankful for the person who shared the vomit monster with us.
Today I am thankful for my friends. I appreciate every little thing you do and count myself lucky to know that I have friends like you I can count on!
Today I am thankful for my husband having a great job. I never expected to be able to stay home with my kids, these last eight years have been great. Thanks so much!
Today I am thankful for days off with Husband. Sometimes, we just need a little bit of quiet time. For once, we can actually finish a sentence. Oh and before I forget, because I didn't post this the other day - HALLILUJA! His hell schedule is over! Back to actually being able to see him! (which may or may not be good, he's already super stressed out and we have 19 months to go...)
Today I am thankful for waking each morning.
Today I am thankful for the pen that did not explode despite going through the washer and dryer.
Today I am thankful for my children's education.
Today I am thankful for being able to love someone and to be loved back.
And as you can see, I didn't make it through the month.
Today I am thankful for......my husband. He is truly wonderful.
Today I am thankful for Einey - the child who made me a mother. She paved the way for who I am today. She is smart and beautiful and a wonderful child.
Today I am thankful for all of the men and women who have served our country. Thank you for all the freedom you have given us. (in honor of Veteran's Day).
Today I am thankful for Meenie. Through her eyes, I have seen a whole new world. Her smile and laughter brings happiness to me always.
Today I am thankful for Moe. To see the excitement through her eyes every morning. My little imp, she's kept me on my toes and always moving from one spot to another. Yet she's the first to slow down and offer a kiss, a hug and a snuggle. My not so little baby.
Today I am thankful for my family. As crazy as they can be (and honestly, who's can't be???), they are my family and I still love them.
Today I am NOT thankful for the person who shared the vomit monster with us.
Today I am thankful for my friends. I appreciate every little thing you do and count myself lucky to know that I have friends like you I can count on!
Today I am thankful for my husband having a great job. I never expected to be able to stay home with my kids, these last eight years have been great. Thanks so much!
Today I am thankful for good health.
Today I am thankful for neighbors who will let you borrow ketchup when you realize your out :)Today I am thankful for days off with Husband. Sometimes, we just need a little bit of quiet time. For once, we can actually finish a sentence. Oh and before I forget, because I didn't post this the other day - HALLILUJA! His hell schedule is over! Back to actually being able to see him! (which may or may not be good, he's already super stressed out and we have 19 months to go...)
Today I am thankful for waking each morning.
Today I am thankful for the pen that did not explode despite going through the washer and dryer.
Today I am thankful for my children's education.
Today I am thankful for being able to love someone and to be loved back.
And as you can see, I didn't make it through the month.
Monday, November 23, 2009
On mice and little girls
Friday afternoon, the girls auditioned for their first ever play at our local community center - Cinderella. They were very excited and nervous. We've never done anything like this. We arrived for the audition, filled out their paperwork stating who they were and what they were auditioning for and they took each child in one at a time and asked them to sing their favorite songs. My husband went in with them. Einey choose to sing "America the Beautiful". She wanted to sing "Teardrops on my Guitar", but stumbled over some of the words. Meenie and Moe both sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". According to my Husband, they rocked their auditions. Even Meenie who tends to want to do something and then gets cold feet. Usually she'll start of strong and quickly start mumbling while looking at the floor. They all wanted to be royal guests.
Knowing that 100 kids auditions, we told the girls they make not make it in. That one, two or all may make it or not. We explained that it's okay if they didn't make it and that they could try again next time if they wanted to. But above all, we were very, very proud of them for trying.
Sunday afternoon, we got the call. All three girls made it in. Einey and Meenie were cast as Royal Guests/Townspeople. Moe was cast as a mouse. I thanked the director and told the girls. The older two jumped up and down. Moe burst into tears.
"But I don't want to be a mouse". We talked a bit. I told her that mice have very important roles. They help Cinderella get ready for the ball. Her sisters informed her the the mouse was the best part. And she may even get turned into a horse. This induced another round of tears. "I don't want to turn into a horse". We talked some more and she went off to grab a doughnut. I could hear the girls talking in the kitchen. Einey and Meenie were trying to pump her up, saying how the mouse is the best part, and they wished they were the mouse and how she probably didn't want to be a royal guest anyway. I was so proud of how they were trying so hard to cheer her up.
In the end, she decided she'll be a mouse after all.
Knowing that 100 kids auditions, we told the girls they make not make it in. That one, two or all may make it or not. We explained that it's okay if they didn't make it and that they could try again next time if they wanted to. But above all, we were very, very proud of them for trying.
Sunday afternoon, we got the call. All three girls made it in. Einey and Meenie were cast as Royal Guests/Townspeople. Moe was cast as a mouse. I thanked the director and told the girls. The older two jumped up and down. Moe burst into tears.
"But I don't want to be a mouse". We talked a bit. I told her that mice have very important roles. They help Cinderella get ready for the ball. Her sisters informed her the the mouse was the best part. And she may even get turned into a horse. This induced another round of tears. "I don't want to turn into a horse". We talked some more and she went off to grab a doughnut. I could hear the girls talking in the kitchen. Einey and Meenie were trying to pump her up, saying how the mouse is the best part, and they wished they were the mouse and how she probably didn't want to be a royal guest anyway. I was so proud of how they were trying so hard to cheer her up.
In the end, she decided she'll be a mouse after all.
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New England Mama's is back in action. The blog is a compilation of stories written by mothers who write about life as they live it in New England. Revamped with a new look and new writers, they are happy to announce that starting today, you can expect new stories every day. My first story will be up sometime this morning. I wrote about ..... well, you'll just have to click over to see :)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
20 Questions
Husband taught the girls how to play 20 questions. So now when we're in the car, they deviate from their normal ABC game and Simon Says to play 20 questions.
Taking a 15 minute ride down the road today illicited this game.
Me: I'm thinking of something...
Husband: Is it Alive?
Me: Yes
Meenie: Is it an animal?
Me: No
Einey: Is it a plant.
Me: No.
Husband interjecting - how can that be?
Me: It's a person.
Husband: A person is an animal.
Me: Whatever.
Husband: Mom's cheating already.
Moe: Is it a poop factory?
Everyone - laugh, no it's not a poop factory.
Husband: Do we see this person every day?
Me: No
Meenie: Is it a dentist?
Me: No.
Einey: Is it a doctor?
Me: No
Moe: Oh, oh, I know! Is it a poop factory worker?
Me: No.
Meenie: IS it a building?
Me: um, no, we already established that it was a person.
Husband: Is it real?
Me: Yes
Einey: Is it a nuclear power plant worker?
Me: No.
The answer was in fact, Santa Claus.
Yet, then, 20 minutes later, he started to argue when I tried to guess Einey's person when I asked if it was an elf when she said it was a real person. Elves aren't real. I shot back with "well you didn't argue with Santa being real". He shut up then. Einey's answer was, a nuclear power plant worker.
No one guessed poop factory when it was husband's turn and that was the actual answer.
Also, I may or may not have shot coffee out of my nose when Moe answered something later. She did however, win that game with a correct guess of coffee.
And for the record, 20 questions is more like 40 questions, because inevitably one of them will start guessing a type of plant or man-made object while after the fact of it being an animal is established. And I totally screwed everyone up with the whole a person isn't an animal thing when in fact yes, they are. And I repeatedly got scolded on that.
The moral of this story is, if you teach a kid a new game, you'll never hear the end of it. Also, make sure mom knows the rules as not to un-teach the kids how to play.
Taking a 15 minute ride down the road today illicited this game.
Me: I'm thinking of something...
Husband: Is it Alive?
Me: Yes
Meenie: Is it an animal?
Me: No
Einey: Is it a plant.
Me: No.
Husband interjecting - how can that be?
Me: It's a person.
Husband: A person is an animal.
Me: Whatever.
Husband: Mom's cheating already.
Moe: Is it a poop factory?
Everyone - laugh, no it's not a poop factory.
Husband: Do we see this person every day?
Me: No
Meenie: Is it a dentist?
Me: No.
Einey: Is it a doctor?
Me: No
Moe: Oh, oh, I know! Is it a poop factory worker?
Me: No.
Meenie: IS it a building?
Me: um, no, we already established that it was a person.
Husband: Is it real?
Me: Yes
Einey: Is it a nuclear power plant worker?
Me: No.
The answer was in fact, Santa Claus.
Yet, then, 20 minutes later, he started to argue when I tried to guess Einey's person when I asked if it was an elf when she said it was a real person. Elves aren't real. I shot back with "well you didn't argue with Santa being real". He shut up then. Einey's answer was, a nuclear power plant worker.
No one guessed poop factory when it was husband's turn and that was the actual answer.
Also, I may or may not have shot coffee out of my nose when Moe answered something later. She did however, win that game with a correct guess of coffee.
And for the record, 20 questions is more like 40 questions, because inevitably one of them will start guessing a type of plant or man-made object while after the fact of it being an animal is established. And I totally screwed everyone up with the whole a person isn't an animal thing when in fact yes, they are. And I repeatedly got scolded on that.
The moral of this story is, if you teach a kid a new game, you'll never hear the end of it. Also, make sure mom knows the rules as not to un-teach the kids how to play.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
In my world
In my world,
Time has no value. Standing in my dining room at 1:20 pm, if you look around, it's either 11:20 or 4:15. Always 4:15. The clocks work. They tick. They tock. But it's always 4:15. Just ask our friends.
Girls can play soccer in skirts.
Dinosaurs wear dresses and fairy wings.
Skirts get worn layered with jeans and pink cowboy boots. Worn with a tee shirt and accented by a blue spider man umbrella. In the sunshine.
Cakes can be for breakfast. And pancakes for dinner.
We wake when we want, never with an alarm.
Kids listen to rock.
We watch Christmas movies in August.
Kids camp out in bedrooms, sleeping on floors.
There are messes and clutter. But also laughter and giggles.
Welcome to my world, it's a great place to live.
Time has no value. Standing in my dining room at 1:20 pm, if you look around, it's either 11:20 or 4:15. Always 4:15. The clocks work. They tick. They tock. But it's always 4:15. Just ask our friends.
Girls can play soccer in skirts.
Dinosaurs wear dresses and fairy wings.
Skirts get worn layered with jeans and pink cowboy boots. Worn with a tee shirt and accented by a blue spider man umbrella. In the sunshine.
Cakes can be for breakfast. And pancakes for dinner.
We wake when we want, never with an alarm.
Kids listen to rock.
We watch Christmas movies in August.
Kids camp out in bedrooms, sleeping on floors.
There are messes and clutter. But also laughter and giggles.
Welcome to my world, it's a great place to live.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Christmas Conundrum
This year, Meenie happily announced that she would like and American Girl Doll for Christmas. And since she asked for it last year and Santa didn't bring it, that he HAS to bring it this year. She is happy in her belief that she is, in fact getting this overpriced doll. Moe decided that Meenie's getting a American Girl, then she wants one too. Today, Einey , who has never played with dools, announced the she want a Kit doll. It probably has something to do with the fact that despite steering very clear of their store, they still flood my mailbox with catalogs. And the girls get the mail. Meenie and Moe tend to take turns sleeping with the catalog when they come in.
Today I said, well Santa might not bring them, they are very, very expensive. Einey replied "but I thought Santa MADE all the toys. It shouldn't cost anything". Shit.
Then I tried to remind them that they don't even LIKE to play with dolls. The in turn, proceeded to pick out accessories.
So, do I tell them Santa doesn't exist and thus they're not getting an American Girl Doll? Break their hearts by not having Santa bring them a doll? Or shell out the $100 per doll for three? And if we do get them the darn dolls, how do we explain that Santa brought the dolls, but not much else?
We don't want to break their disbelief just yet. So, what would you do?
Today I said, well Santa might not bring them, they are very, very expensive. Einey replied "but I thought Santa MADE all the toys. It shouldn't cost anything". Shit.
Then I tried to remind them that they don't even LIKE to play with dolls. The in turn, proceeded to pick out accessories.
So, do I tell them Santa doesn't exist and thus they're not getting an American Girl Doll? Break their hearts by not having Santa bring them a doll? Or shell out the $100 per doll for three? And if we do get them the darn dolls, how do we explain that Santa brought the dolls, but not much else?
We don't want to break their disbelief just yet. So, what would you do?
Friday, November 13, 2009
Spoke to soon
Alas, the puppy we so wanted, that I fell in love with at first sight, that my daughter's dreamed of holding and sleeping by and dressing up and loving, is not to be ours. A puppy we all fell in love with over a picture on the screen. Never meeting her, yet still, she occupied a space in our hearts.
It's a long and complicated story, one that I'm not quite sure I understand. There seemed to be an issue between the rescue organization and the foster mom, a disagreement on what age she should be spayed. And thus, the rescue organization dropped her from their available puppy list.
And so we wait. There will be a puppy out there for us. We're still approved. We've already been offered a 3 1/2 month old male puppy and a 7 month old female puppy, but just not quite what we're looking for.
So what are we looking for? A female, mutt (although we are selective in what breeds) mostly large dog. We know when we see her, that she'll be the puppy for us. She's out there somewhere, and we are willing to wait for her.
It's a long and complicated story, one that I'm not quite sure I understand. There seemed to be an issue between the rescue organization and the foster mom, a disagreement on what age she should be spayed. And thus, the rescue organization dropped her from their available puppy list.
And so we wait. There will be a puppy out there for us. We're still approved. We've already been offered a 3 1/2 month old male puppy and a 7 month old female puppy, but just not quite what we're looking for.
So what are we looking for? A female, mutt (although we are selective in what breeds) mostly large dog. We know when we see her, that she'll be the puppy for us. She's out there somewhere, and we are willing to wait for her.
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