Well, thankfully that's over with!
My (mostly) oblivious teen made a half-batch of chocolate chip cookie dough for me to help fight off the grumps. My throat is feeling better, and swelling is pretty much gone. Grace still talks too much and Sam still won't wipe his nose, but, baby steps, right?
Mike and the girls are at church. Sam and I got to stay home because he has a nasty sounding cough. Last week we got a notice after Sunday school that the class had been exposed to Whooping Cough, so we're not taking any chances. I don't think that's what he has because his cough is very wet sounding. From what I've read, in the beginning stages Whooping Cough is very dry. Hopefully we're safe.
Loony Tunes has been the theme of the morning. We've watched almost all the Road Runners and most of the Elmer Fudd ones. Sam gets his gun, says, "I'm Elmer Fudd, Mommy," and runs back the hallway to wait. He comes up the hall singing his song and shooting ducks and rabbits.
It's been very entertaining.
Nothing else is really going on. Maybe I can find some new pictures to share. Hold on a minute.
Okay, sorry, can't right now. Something's going on with Blogger and it won't let me add any images.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
The Bad Mood Mom Strikes Again
So I'm in a bad mood today.
It's not something I deliberately planned. It's as much a surprise to me as it is to my children.
And we are all so thrilled about it.
I guess I woke up like this. I haven't been sleeping well for going on a week. My throat is doing this sore/swollen thing. The glands in my neck have been swollen and sore (A doctor you say? Surely not!). I finally discovered if I cover my face with the sheet I can sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time. But then I get hot because so much of me is covered up and I get all sweaty. Ugh. I hate that. The nights have not been blissful.
Plus with Grace and Sam, let's just say it's been challenging. Grace absolutely never stops talking. Seriously, she'll talk, talk, talk, ask a question, talk, talk, talk, repeat the question, tall, talk, talk, demand an answer, talk, talk, talk. She never gives you a chance to actually answer the question. Or, by the time you do she has no idea what you're talking about because she's been talking so much she can't remember the question. Plus, she's a sneaky little mastermind who comes up with wonderful schemes designed to get Sam in the maximum amount of trouble possible while she sits back and grins.
Yes, at the tender age of five she's one of them.
And then there's Sam. He "misses" absolutely everybody. You can be holding him on your lap and he'll turn around, bury his head on your shoulder, and tell you he "miss you." He also does this regarding the parent who is not around when he's getting into trouble (He misses hos dad all day long.). And he whines about everything. Every. Little. Thing. And he throws temper tantrums. Very loud, dramatic ones, with much sound but little actual tears. And he refuses to wipe his own nose.
Miracle is hiding in her room, taking the day off from school. I knocked on her door and warned her of the grumpiness because she probably was unaware of it. (She is a teenager, you know.) She didn't seem too surprised. Huh. How bout that.
Anybody want to trade? Maybe my bad mood would go too.
It's not something I deliberately planned. It's as much a surprise to me as it is to my children.
And we are all so thrilled about it.
I guess I woke up like this. I haven't been sleeping well for going on a week. My throat is doing this sore/swollen thing. The glands in my neck have been swollen and sore (A doctor you say? Surely not!). I finally discovered if I cover my face with the sheet I can sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time. But then I get hot because so much of me is covered up and I get all sweaty. Ugh. I hate that. The nights have not been blissful.
Plus with Grace and Sam, let's just say it's been challenging. Grace absolutely never stops talking. Seriously, she'll talk, talk, talk, ask a question, talk, talk, talk, repeat the question, tall, talk, talk, demand an answer, talk, talk, talk. She never gives you a chance to actually answer the question. Or, by the time you do she has no idea what you're talking about because she's been talking so much she can't remember the question. Plus, she's a sneaky little mastermind who comes up with wonderful schemes designed to get Sam in the maximum amount of trouble possible while she sits back and grins.
Yes, at the tender age of five she's one of them.
And then there's Sam. He "misses" absolutely everybody. You can be holding him on your lap and he'll turn around, bury his head on your shoulder, and tell you he "miss you." He also does this regarding the parent who is not around when he's getting into trouble (He misses hos dad all day long.). And he whines about everything. Every. Little. Thing. And he throws temper tantrums. Very loud, dramatic ones, with much sound but little actual tears. And he refuses to wipe his own nose.
Miracle is hiding in her room, taking the day off from school. I knocked on her door and warned her of the grumpiness because she probably was unaware of it. (She is a teenager, you know.) She didn't seem too surprised. Huh. How bout that.
Anybody want to trade? Maybe my bad mood would go too.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Because You Always Wondered...
Why God made moms
answers given by elementary school age children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work & work at home, & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back.
answers given by elementary school age children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work & work at home, & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A Hunting We Will Go
I might have mentioned before that Samuel is a wee bit, um, how to put this, enthusiastic about guns. His very favorite present for his third birthday was a gift bag full of guns and swords.
He recently got two new guns. An M-16 with a built-in flash light (he shot me with it while I was trying to get my Bible study lesson finished yesterday morning), and a sawed-off double-barrel shot gun that shoots suction cup bullets.
Sam also has another passion. He has discovered the wonderfulness of Loony Tunes (you see where this is going, right?). He would watch them all day long if he could. One of his favorites is where Elmer Fudd is hunting Bugs and Daffy with his rifle. So now Sam goes through the house with his rifle singing, "A hunting we will go.."
It's especially fun when he drafts his daddy.
He recently got two new guns. An M-16 with a built-in flash light (he shot me with it while I was trying to get my Bible study lesson finished yesterday morning), and a sawed-off double-barrel shot gun that shoots suction cup bullets.
Sam also has another passion. He has discovered the wonderfulness of Loony Tunes (you see where this is going, right?). He would watch them all day long if he could. One of his favorites is where Elmer Fudd is hunting Bugs and Daffy with his rifle. So now Sam goes through the house with his rifle singing, "A hunting we will go.."
It's especially fun when he drafts his daddy.
Grace is Obsessed
With her loose tooth.
We had to discuss it in the van on the way to the doctor's.
We had to get a book about it at the library.
We had to discuss it more at the lunch table.
Is it very wrong to hope it's over soon so we can get it over with?
We had to discuss it in the van on the way to the doctor's.
We had to get a book about it at the library.
We had to discuss it more at the lunch table.
Is it very wrong to hope it's over soon so we can get it over with?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Grace is Horrified
Grace has her first loose tooth. It's not very loose, just a tiny bit wiggly. Her dad and I had noticed it, but she hadn't yet.
Until tonight.
Somehow, and I really don't even remember how, the topic of her tooth came up at dinner. When she found out it would get looser and eventually come out, she was aghast. She did not want her tooth to come out. She did not want to have a hole that would feel kind've funny and her tongue would want to feel all the time. She wanted nothing to do with any of it.
She was especially upset that she had no choice in the matter.
"But I don't want my tooth to come out. I don't want to have a hole."
"Well Grace, you really can't stop it. God made that rule that everyone would loose their baby teeth and then new, big teeth would grow."
I'm pretty sure she was not convinced, even when she saw a picture of her sister with a missing tooth.
Just wait until she finds out about the blood.
Until tonight.
Somehow, and I really don't even remember how, the topic of her tooth came up at dinner. When she found out it would get looser and eventually come out, she was aghast. She did not want her tooth to come out. She did not want to have a hole that would feel kind've funny and her tongue would want to feel all the time. She wanted nothing to do with any of it.
She was especially upset that she had no choice in the matter.
"But I don't want my tooth to come out. I don't want to have a hole."
"Well Grace, you really can't stop it. God made that rule that everyone would loose their baby teeth and then new, big teeth would grow."
I'm pretty sure she was not convinced, even when she saw a picture of her sister with a missing tooth.
Just wait until she finds out about the blood.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
As you can tell, we went to the zoo yesterday.
Mike took the week off, just to get some things done around the house, hang out with the family, maybe even go on a date with his wife. Yesterday was the first opportunity to go somewhere.
Grace and Sam wanted to see the flamingos and crocodiles, so that was our first stop. It was still cool when we arrived, so the birds were very vocal and active. The ducks sharing the flamingos' water kept launching over Miracle's head and grouching at everyone. We were concerned about one particular flamingo as he stood with his neck limp and his head dangling towards the ground. It was rather disconcerting to see.
The crocs were just laying in the water on our first pass. On the way back through, however, one was laying on the ground, directly in front of the observation area. His eyes were open, and I think he viewed my children as tasty treats. He bored of us, however, and we actually go to see him move. He turned away from us and moved towards the water. Mike remarked of his deceptive slowness.
Grace and Sam rode the carousel for the very first time. Grace was apprehensive, so we put her in the middle, and she held Miracle's hand. Sam grinned like a loon the entire time and each time he saw his dad yelled, "Hi Daddy!" They all wanted to ride again.
The gorillas were quite active as well. One repeatedly slapped the glass, making the children on the other side squeal delightedly. Inside, one was fascinated by a man observing him. The gorilla approached him, and the man put his hand on the glass. The gorilla returned the gesture, and looked intently at the man, moving his hand to various parts of the man's face. Grace and Sam were surprised to see a gorilla eating popcorn.
Our last stop was the elephants. Thankfully there were some outside as I really couldn't face the smell of inside accommodations. There were, I think, four of them standing outside in plain sight. Well, except for Sam. He claimed he could not see them.
"Do you see them?"
"No, I don't see them."
"Are your eyes open? Do you have eyes?"
"No, I don't have eyes."
So we left, tired and hungry, with an eye-less little boy.
Mike took the week off, just to get some things done around the house, hang out with the family, maybe even go on a date with his wife. Yesterday was the first opportunity to go somewhere.
Grace and Sam wanted to see the flamingos and crocodiles, so that was our first stop. It was still cool when we arrived, so the birds were very vocal and active. The ducks sharing the flamingos' water kept launching over Miracle's head and grouching at everyone. We were concerned about one particular flamingo as he stood with his neck limp and his head dangling towards the ground. It was rather disconcerting to see.
The crocs were just laying in the water on our first pass. On the way back through, however, one was laying on the ground, directly in front of the observation area. His eyes were open, and I think he viewed my children as tasty treats. He bored of us, however, and we actually go to see him move. He turned away from us and moved towards the water. Mike remarked of his deceptive slowness.
Grace and Sam rode the carousel for the very first time. Grace was apprehensive, so we put her in the middle, and she held Miracle's hand. Sam grinned like a loon the entire time and each time he saw his dad yelled, "Hi Daddy!" They all wanted to ride again.
The gorillas were quite active as well. One repeatedly slapped the glass, making the children on the other side squeal delightedly. Inside, one was fascinated by a man observing him. The gorilla approached him, and the man put his hand on the glass. The gorilla returned the gesture, and looked intently at the man, moving his hand to various parts of the man's face. Grace and Sam were surprised to see a gorilla eating popcorn.
Our last stop was the elephants. Thankfully there were some outside as I really couldn't face the smell of inside accommodations. There were, I think, four of them standing outside in plain sight. Well, except for Sam. He claimed he could not see them.
"Do you see them?"
"No, I don't see them."
"Are your eyes open? Do you have eyes?"
"No, I don't have eyes."
So we left, tired and hungry, with an eye-less little boy.
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