No matter how hard I try
to get a decent picture
of my boys together
I just can’t
quite
get it
before they
run away.
Sunday mornings May 31, 2009
I made too much coffee and our inept coffee maker couldn’t handle it and so it made a whole pot of coffee with grounds all in it. I’m drinking it anyway. I was hoping to get a shower before Mikey woke up but he woke up too early for that. And I should be showering instead of blogging. So now I’m not really sure if we’ll be able to make it to church or not. And I’m pretty indifferent about that really. I go for the kids these days. It’s just not the same anymore but no one cares to hear about that. Phillip is on an every other week rotation because he finally gave in to my begging and nagging. Those Sundays are doable. The other ones are kind of hit or miss. Usually I make it there in a bad mood with both kids being sufficiently griped at all morning. Not pretty. Anyway, I guess I better get busy trying to make this happen. Hopefully this morning I can get us there without too much yelling or crying. Here’s hoping.
Why our kids’ grandparents ROCK! May 29, 2009
1. Our kids have never been in daycare because our parents have watched them so I could work part-time.
2. They genuinely love having them. It’s not an obligatory thing. If fact, if they don’t get enough time with them they leave mean messages on our phones and slash our tires. It’s pretty scary.
3. They teach them invaluable stuff like peeing outside, making strange crafts, saying questionable things like “kiss off”, and of course lots of Bible stories.
4. Debbie has learned how to play countless video games just to be able to get Jackson through some of the harder parts.
5. My mom lets Mikey have a popsicle before breakfast. He actually calls her “blue pop” instead of Granny.
6. Donald can be a very affective disciplinarian if he feels like it.
7. They give up their usual sleeping arrangements if Jack spends the night. My mom abandons her trusty recliner for an air mattress and Donald gets kicked to the guest bed.
8. They think the annoying things the kids do are precious and endearing. They laugh when we would have yelled. They hug when we would have spanked. They give candy when we would have said “no way.” And they bite their tongues when we would have cussed like a sailor.
9. I don’t lose a moment worrying about the kids when they’re in their care. I know they are as safe with “the folks” as they are with us… probably even more so because they don’t get on the computer and completely loose track of time while Mikey escapes out the front door.
10. They almost always send them home with clean clothes. Seriously if they have them overnight, they almost always wash and fold their clothes and put them back in their bags. I mean, how cool is that??
And I’m sure there are many more reasons why our kids’ grandparents rock but I’ve got about 6 1/2 hours left of free time (thanks to the grandparents) and I don’t want to waste any more of it talking about how awesome they are.
Mom, Donald, Debbie,
You just can never know how amazing you are and how blessed we are to have you guys around. Our kids lives and our lives are so much richer because of you. Thank you.
Wait May 28, 2009
I’ve been waiting for my teaching year to be done and now it’s done. I’ve been waiting for the Dallas wedding to be past me and now it is. Now I’m waiting for Phillip to be done with school and he will be tomorrow. Then I’ll wait for Jack to get out of school. Then we’ll wait for school to begin again. And among all of those things we’ll wait for many other bigger and smaller things. Right now I feel very content in the wait. This life is rich with things worth waiting for.
The Wait
Built to Spill
You wait
You wait
You wait for summer,
Then you wait for rain
You wait
You wait
You wait for darkness then you wait for day
Yeah, you wait
You wait
You wait
And she said patience, patience, darling
Patience, patience, it will come
You wait
You wait
You wait for August,
Then you wait for May
You wait
You wait
You wait to get up,
Then you wait to play
You wait
You wait
You wait for someone that’ll make the waiting worth the wait
You wait
You wait
You wait
I’m so gonna Zumba May 28, 2009
We joined the Rec Center a few weeks ago and they’re offering this class. And I’ve decided to go on Monday morning. Why the heck not. I have nothing to loose and I don’t really give a rip about looking like an idiot in front of people. And my butt is seriously not too bad already. I just need some work out clothes.
Not Me Tuesday May 26, 2009
Check out My Charming Kids to see hundreds of other people who “didn’t do” anything wrong this week!
Okay, so pretend this is Monday and not Tuesday.
I’m having a hard time thinking of some things I didn’t do. Not because I didn’t NOT do lots of awesomely horrible things. I’m just kind of tired.
Things I did NOT do this week……
- Accidentally say “I’m not buying that crap!” to my precious innocent 7 year old angel child.
- Ask three gorgeous sisters to grab each others rear ends for a photo op….. DID NOT DO THAT!
- Got peed on by Mikey in my “bathing suit area.” That would be super gross if that had indeed happened. But if he had done that I would NOT have yelled at him way too loud and made him cry. Nope, not me.
- Lost my diffuser for my flash. : (
- 80 in a 70
I’m sure there are so many more things but I’m kind of at a loss. I’ll try not to do lots of things for next week’s NOT ME MONDAY.
Not me! Monday May 18, 2009
I’ve been following this blog lately. This blogger is the momma of that baby named Stellan that I mentioned praying for a month or two ago. He’s got a quirky little heart but he’s doing pretty well right now. Anyway, she has invited other bloggers to join her for “Not me! Monday.” Check out My Charming Kids to see hundreds of other people who “didn’t do” anything wrong this week! So here’s my first installment of Not me! Monday. I’ll try to remember to do it every Monday but you might have to remind me.
Okay, (cracking knuckles) and away we go.
I did not go to bed last night with a totally messy kitchen and dirty dishes in the sink. Not me! I would never do something like that.
And I did not yell an apology out the front window this morning to one of the teachers at my son’s school that sounded something like “Sorry we’re late. The little brother peed all over the couch!” I would not do that, I’m telling you. That was not me.
And I didn’t put one of my pink shirts on my very boyish 2 year old and let him prance around in it while I took pictures. Nope, sure didn’t do that.
And more importantly, I did not leave one of my bras laying around so Mikey could find it and put it on in a strange way. And if I had done that I would not have gotten my camera out and taken pictures of that! And I most certainly would NOT have let him go outside wearing it to show his daddy who happened to be mowing the grass. Nope, not me! And there’s NO WAY I would post a picture of that on my blog so you all can see that my bras are tacky and white and completely boring and unattractive in every way. Not me!!
Okay, so that’s it for my first Not me! Monday. Check back next Monday for more things that I did not do.
That child. May 17, 2009
Mikey refused to eat the lunch that I gave him. It was something he will usually eat. I told him that if he was not going to eat then he was going to go take a nap in his bed. I asked him if was going to eat. He shook his head “no.” I asked him if was ready to take a nap. He shook his head “no.” He understood that he needed to eat. This was not a matter of understanding. It’s never a matter of understanding with him. It’s a matter of control.
So I put him in his room with a baby gate and his blanket and told him to go to sleep. For approximately 35 minutes he screamed the most horrible screaming you can probably imagine. He knocked down his baby gate a couple of times so I put up two baby gates back to back. He knocked them both down several times. He threw anything he could get his hands on out into the hallway. He screamed and screamed and screamed. Anytime I had to go over there to put the gate back up he signed “eat” to me. I told him no every time. He had his chance. Jackson and I just sat in the living room and glanced at each other from time to time and shook our heads. I did not get mad. I drank my coffee. After about 35 minutes I went to put the gates up yet again and I said very calmly, “After your nap we’re going to the beach to play in the water. So you better go to sleep.”
He stopped crying as if he had never been crying in the first place. He said “play water” and he went and laid down in his bed and we haven’t heard a peep out of him.
His willfulness is quite unbelievable.
