I believe the correct title of the game is "Santa Feet Wars."
Materials needed: 4 Christmas stockings
Object of the game: Obliterate your brother
How to win the game: Be the one who isn't crying.
Monday, November 30, 2009
This is what happens....
when you neglect to actually hang up the Christmas stockings.
I believe the correct title of the game is "Santa Feet Wars."
I believe the correct title of the game is "Santa Feet Wars."
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Catching Up...Again
I feel like this is all I do....play catch up.
I catch up on the laundry, catch up on getting the house clean again, and catch up with friends whom I haven't talked with for awhile.
And once again, I am playing catch up online. To keep it short, here are the bests and worsts of the past week.
Worst Moment - Grandma forgot to pick up my boys from preschool and the bus stop on Tuesday. Long story. Lots of panic. Turns out God really does take care of the details! There were way too many weird things for it to all be coincidental.
Best Moment - Black Friday shopping with my husband. We didn't go crazy early, but we still saw a lot of crazy people.
Worst Food - Definitely sauerkraut. Ick.
Best Food - Better be mom's cherry pie on Sunday. My favorite!
Worse "First" - Life wouldn't be complete without a dog issue. I finally, finally, finally got a leash on the dog. We walked around for a little bit and then she freaked out. The good news is I was able to hold onto her leash. The bad news is she somehow slipped right out of her collar, which was, of course, attached to the leash. Back to square one. AGAIN.
Best "First" - I wasn't sure about this one, so I asked my boys. They knew the answer right away - their first trip to Build-a-Bear. They had gift cards to use, which helped defray the large amount of money it takes to stuff a bear. They loved the trip, and their excitement was contagious....until the lady who checked us out told us that they could register their pets at buildabearville.com. I am probably the only U.S. citizen who did not know this, but seriously? Another virtual pet? Forgive me for sounding old, but can we not just take home a nice little teddy bear?
I just spent the last two-and-a-half hours online trying to figure out the Build-a-bear world. That's exactly what I had on my agenda this morning.
I'm hoping for a better "first" sometime in the next two days. Stay tuned....
I catch up on the laundry, catch up on getting the house clean again, and catch up with friends whom I haven't talked with for awhile.
And once again, I am playing catch up online. To keep it short, here are the bests and worsts of the past week.
Worst Moment - Grandma forgot to pick up my boys from preschool and the bus stop on Tuesday. Long story. Lots of panic. Turns out God really does take care of the details! There were way too many weird things for it to all be coincidental.
Best Moment - Black Friday shopping with my husband. We didn't go crazy early, but we still saw a lot of crazy people.
Worst Food - Definitely sauerkraut. Ick.
Best Food - Better be mom's cherry pie on Sunday. My favorite!
Worse "First" - Life wouldn't be complete without a dog issue. I finally, finally, finally got a leash on the dog. We walked around for a little bit and then she freaked out. The good news is I was able to hold onto her leash. The bad news is she somehow slipped right out of her collar, which was, of course, attached to the leash. Back to square one. AGAIN.
Best "First" - I wasn't sure about this one, so I asked my boys. They knew the answer right away - their first trip to Build-a-Bear. They had gift cards to use, which helped defray the large amount of money it takes to stuff a bear. They loved the trip, and their excitement was contagious....until the lady who checked us out told us that they could register their pets at buildabearville.com. I am probably the only U.S. citizen who did not know this, but seriously? Another virtual pet? Forgive me for sounding old, but can we not just take home a nice little teddy bear?
I just spent the last two-and-a-half hours online trying to figure out the Build-a-bear world. That's exactly what I had on my agenda this morning.
I'm hoping for a better "first" sometime in the next two days. Stay tuned....
Monday, November 23, 2009
First Day
He's been begging, we've been waiting, and then we caved.Now we are hoping it is not just a passing stage.
Today was Piano Lesson #1. He LOVED it and cannot wait for next week.
He plays his new little songs really well. The singing....well...not so much.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
He's A Laugh-a-Minute
I love three year olds. Yes, they can be exhausting, but they say the most hilarious things. Here's a sampling of what we have heard this past week.
"He contanimated it? Yuck! What does contanimated mean?"
"I want a hangaber (pronounced han-guh-ber) for lunch."
"Hey mom, look at this blade. It's a cut grass offer."
"Good night, sleep right, don't let the bed bugs tight."
"He contanimated it? Yuck! What does contanimated mean?"
"I want a hangaber (pronounced han-guh-ber) for lunch."
"Hey mom, look at this blade. It's a cut grass offer."
"Good night, sleep right, don't let the bed bugs tight."
"I just about fell down the stairs, but I easily saved myself."
"Here is a sun reflector. Everyone needs a sun reflector."
"These pants make me too hot. It's because they are long-sleeved."
"Can we go snow skiing when we get home?"
"I hope (insert preschool student here) listens in preschool today, because when he doesn't, my teacher gets grumpy."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th
I am not superstitious and do not usually give Friday the 13th a second thought.
But today it came swooping in and made a landing in our house.
Three year old style.
It began this morning when he asked me if he could have money in his wallet like his brother. I told him his brother earns his money by doing some extra jobs to help out. He thought that sounded like a good idea.
An hour later it was time to fold laundry, a perfect "extra job". I gave him a little pile of socks to match. Exactly 5 pairs. 10 socks. Each pair different enough to not be confusing. No extras. This was not difficult.
My 3 yo seemed to have forgotten this battle of the wills that he and I had some time ago. One year and nine months ago, to be exact, so I have to cut him a little slack.
You would have thought I asked him to mop every floor in the house. It quickly went from an extra job to mommy-asked-you-to-do-this-so-get-busy-now moment. Forty-five minutes of sobbing, screaming, forced crying, and whining ensued. Over socks! No playing, no snack, no drink, no moving from that area until the socks are matched. Period.
At about exactly minute 47, he stopped and cheerfully said, "Oh, I think I can do this." And he did.
Five minutes later he spilled his entire drink all over the kitchen floor. I took off his soaking-wet pajamas (yes, he was still in his pajamas). He went to his room to get some new clothes.
Two minutes later I hear this, "Mom!! I peed in here!" I was so hoping "in here" was the bathroom.
Nope. I finished the kitchen floor, grabbed the carpet cleaner, and armed myself for some pee clean-up.
A few short hours later I hear this, "Mom! I pooped!" I responded brilliantly, "In the toilet, right?"
Nope. On the floor. While standing up to pee.
An hour later we headed out for Taco Bell and a grocery run. While at Wal-Mart, he had three, yes THREE tantrums, about us not buying what he wanted. Once ended in a trip to the bathroom, another ended in a trip to the car. The poor child just could not understand why we would not let him go into Dillons after that.
Technically, it could have been worse. I would have bet anyone $100.00 that he was going to top off the day by throwing up at Taco Bell. Thank the Lord I was wrong.
But today it came swooping in and made a landing in our house.
Three year old style.
It began this morning when he asked me if he could have money in his wallet like his brother. I told him his brother earns his money by doing some extra jobs to help out. He thought that sounded like a good idea.
An hour later it was time to fold laundry, a perfect "extra job". I gave him a little pile of socks to match. Exactly 5 pairs. 10 socks. Each pair different enough to not be confusing. No extras. This was not difficult.
My 3 yo seemed to have forgotten this battle of the wills that he and I had some time ago. One year and nine months ago, to be exact, so I have to cut him a little slack.
You would have thought I asked him to mop every floor in the house. It quickly went from an extra job to mommy-asked-you-to-do-this-so-get-busy-now moment. Forty-five minutes of sobbing, screaming, forced crying, and whining ensued. Over socks! No playing, no snack, no drink, no moving from that area until the socks are matched. Period.
At about exactly minute 47, he stopped and cheerfully said, "Oh, I think I can do this." And he did.
Five minutes later he spilled his entire drink all over the kitchen floor. I took off his soaking-wet pajamas (yes, he was still in his pajamas). He went to his room to get some new clothes.
Two minutes later I hear this, "Mom!! I peed in here!" I was so hoping "in here" was the bathroom.
Nope. I finished the kitchen floor, grabbed the carpet cleaner, and armed myself for some pee clean-up.
A few short hours later I hear this, "Mom! I pooped!" I responded brilliantly, "In the toilet, right?"
Nope. On the floor. While standing up to pee.
An hour later we headed out for Taco Bell and a grocery run. While at Wal-Mart, he had three, yes THREE tantrums, about us not buying what he wanted. Once ended in a trip to the bathroom, another ended in a trip to the car. The poor child just could not understand why we would not let him go into Dillons after that.
Technically, it could have been worse. I would have bet anyone $100.00 that he was going to top off the day by throwing up at Taco Bell. Thank the Lord I was wrong.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Divine Inspiration
Tonight when I picked up my three year old from church, he came running to me with a cute little headband with pointy ears on his head. If you have ever met my little guy before, you know there is a good chance something entertaining will accompany his new look.
Me: Oh, look at you! (Isn't that what every mom says?). What are you?
Him: A donkey!
Me: Did you learn about a Bible story with a donkey in it?
Him: Yes!
Me: Was someone riding on the donkey? (At this point I'm thinking we are getting a really early start on Christmas, or it's gonna be Balaam.)
Him: Umm....Bail-ham.
Me: Balaam?
Him: Yes!
Me: What happened in the story?
Him: I don't know. Oh! There was an angel!
Me: What did the angel do?
Him: The angel told the donkey to TALK!!
Me: Wow! So did the donkey really talk?
Him: YES! The donkey talked!
Me: What did the donkey say?
Him: (long pause...) HEEEE-HAAWWWW!! HEEEE-HAAAWWWW!!!
Me: Oh, look at you! (Isn't that what every mom says?). What are you?
Him: A donkey!
Me: Did you learn about a Bible story with a donkey in it?
Him: Yes!
Me: Was someone riding on the donkey? (At this point I'm thinking we are getting a really early start on Christmas, or it's gonna be Balaam.)
Him: Umm....Bail-ham.
Me: Balaam?
Him: Yes!
Me: What happened in the story?
Him: I don't know. Oh! There was an angel!
Me: What did the angel do?
Him: The angel told the donkey to TALK!!
Me: Wow! So did the donkey really talk?
Him: YES! The donkey talked!
Me: What did the donkey say?
Him: (long pause...) HEEEE-HAAWWWW!! HEEEE-HAAAWWWW!!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Drawing a Blank
I'm having one of those lulls in the day. You know, when there is not enough time to really start anything, but too much time to let it completely go to waste. So, I sat down to write.
Hmmmmm....
Boring. Nothing's going on. Don't get me wrong, after last week, I am basking in the glory of boring.
And in all honesty, this is a huge week. Meetings, meetings, work, chapel, meetings, but that is also boring.
My kitchen desperately needs some TLC. Do you want to see a picture of that?
My 3 yo is in his room pseudo-sleeping. He's sneaky that way - quiet enough that I don't run in there in a fit of rage, but just enough noise that I know he's not really asleep.
I bought a pair of jeans this weekend a size bigger than my other jeans. Gag. I'm blaming it on the fact that nearly every pair on the rack said "Stretch" on the tag. I'm not too fond of this stretch thing. Never mind the fact that I am losing the never-ending battle with the last five pounds I lost. And never mind the chocolate I am eating at this very moment.
Denial? What denial?
I am so tired I am nearly falling asleep on my computer. But I'm scared to allow myself to go to sleep for fear of not waking up for my haircut appointment. Which would be fairly traumatic since I am one step away from needing to pull out the 1980's hair scrunchies.
Better go get more chocolate.
Hmmmmm....
Boring. Nothing's going on. Don't get me wrong, after last week, I am basking in the glory of boring.
And in all honesty, this is a huge week. Meetings, meetings, work, chapel, meetings, but that is also boring.
My kitchen desperately needs some TLC. Do you want to see a picture of that?
My 3 yo is in his room pseudo-sleeping. He's sneaky that way - quiet enough that I don't run in there in a fit of rage, but just enough noise that I know he's not really asleep.
I bought a pair of jeans this weekend a size bigger than my other jeans. Gag. I'm blaming it on the fact that nearly every pair on the rack said "Stretch" on the tag. I'm not too fond of this stretch thing. Never mind the fact that I am losing the never-ending battle with the last five pounds I lost. And never mind the chocolate I am eating at this very moment.
Denial? What denial?
I am so tired I am nearly falling asleep on my computer. But I'm scared to allow myself to go to sleep for fear of not waking up for my haircut appointment. Which would be fairly traumatic since I am one step away from needing to pull out the 1980's hair scrunchies.
Better go get more chocolate.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Brain Overload
There are days when I am so thankful that I am alive in this day and age - modern conveniences, amazing technology, and endless choices and activities to pursue. But then there are days when I think I was born way too late. The list of goals that we are supposed to dream and achieve, and the "simple" programs to help a person accomplish these are overwhelming to say the least. As soon as I get started on one GREAT, LIFE-CHANGING, HEALTHY, IMPROVE-YOURSELF-AND-YOUR-FAMILY thing, something new comes along.
I really am not a band-wagon person. Okay, maybe on some things I am, but not compared to some people I know. Just ask my friends, I'm a balance-kind-of-girl. But I do like to try new things, especially if there is benefit for the health and welfare of me and my family.
Right now, the list of things to research seems endless. Overwhelming. Out-of-Control. Here are just a few of the latest and greatest topics that people are talking about.
Exercise - PX90, Boot Camp, the perfect balance of weights and aerobics, or just plain walking?
Education - Public school, private school, home school, charter schools, online schools....is it summer YET?
Grocery Shopping - Don't even get me started on the couponing thing. Advantages - $$ savings. Disadvantages - it takes a ton of time and is geared mostly toward processed foods. There's always a catch...
And in case you need one more thing, sign up at Fly Lady to learn how to Clean Your House. Just so you know how well this has worked for me, I have exactly 189 unopened emails from her in my Yahoo inbox.
One day at a time, one step at a time.
What I want to do is just put Pizza Rolls in the oven, grab a can of pop, sit on the couch, and let my kids watch TV.
But I won't.
At least not at 9:00 a.m.
I really am not a band-wagon person. Okay, maybe on some things I am, but not compared to some people I know. Just ask my friends, I'm a balance-kind-of-girl. But I do like to try new things, especially if there is benefit for the health and welfare of me and my family.
Right now, the list of things to research seems endless. Overwhelming. Out-of-Control. Here are just a few of the latest and greatest topics that people are talking about.
Exercise - PX90, Boot Camp, the perfect balance of weights and aerobics, or just plain walking?
Healthy Cooking - all natural, whole wheat, high fiber, no refined sugar, no high fructose corn syrup, no preservatives, gluten free....help!
Vaccinations - To vaccinate or not to vaccinate? That is the question...Two trusted individuals in my life have extreme opposite opinions on this. Who am I kidding, there are way more than two.
Medications - Pharmacy or herbal? Man-made or all natural? And what is best for allergies? It's amazing how difficult the decision is when it goes into your child's body.Education - Public school, private school, home school, charter schools, online schools....is it summer YET?
Grocery Shopping - Don't even get me started on the couponing thing. Advantages - $$ savings. Disadvantages - it takes a ton of time and is geared mostly toward processed foods. There's always a catch...
And in case you need one more thing, sign up at Fly Lady to learn how to Clean Your House. Just so you know how well this has worked for me, I have exactly 189 unopened emails from her in my Yahoo inbox.
One day at a time, one step at a time.
What I want to do is just put Pizza Rolls in the oven, grab a can of pop, sit on the couch, and let my kids watch TV.
But I won't.
At least not at 9:00 a.m.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
A Week in Review
Thursday: FLU
Friday: FLU
Saturday: FLU
Sunday: FLU
Monday: FLU
Tuesday: FLU
Wednesday: FLU
Thursday: FLU
That about covers it.
I'm conservatively hopeful that he is on the mend. I'm moderately sure that I still have my sanity intact, although there were some moments of question. I'm absolutely convinced that the walls of this house are closing in.
Friday: FLU
Saturday: FLU
Sunday: FLU
Monday: FLU
Tuesday: FLU
Wednesday: FLU
Thursday: FLU
That about covers it.
I'm conservatively hopeful that he is on the mend. I'm moderately sure that I still have my sanity intact, although there were some moments of question. I'm absolutely convinced that the walls of this house are closing in.
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