Christmas Updates

Christmas whizzed past last week.  I am still in a blur of toys, and sugar highs.  I would like to thank the toy manufacturers for making products for preschoolers with 1000's of pieces.  I so enjoy picking all of those up each day.  

Everyone has stayed well, (knock on wood) and the house is back to order.  Three garbage bags of old toys have been donated to the thrift store.  I was getting overwhelmed by the mass of toys, and something had to be done.

We have ate until we can't eat anymore.  W asked this morning when Nanny was going to make him another yummy cake.  He finished off what was left of the pound cake today.  Sad thing is, if he asked for one, she would rush over as soon as she could get it out of the oven.  Oh, to have pull like that!

We have spent the last two days raking and taking leaves to the road.  I am sure we have carried 10,000 pounds of leaves.  Every piece of my body hurts today.  I feel like I have been run over by a Mack truck.  Why oh why did I have to have a house with so many trees?  

Hubby is still adjusting his satellite radio.  This has been an ongoing task since Christmas Day.  I sure hope we are close to having it right.  He also received a GPS.  Being the bang up driver he already is, a Cell, Radio and GPS may just put him over the top.  I sure hope it doesn't cause any accidents!  Be careful honey!

Brother wants to know if Christmas is Closed?  Like a store I guess.  I don't quite know how to answer that one.  When I said yes, it caused such a big fit, that I quickly backtracked and said no.

Sissy has gone 4 nights without wetting the bed.  I am so proud of her, and so enjoying staying dry all night.  Way to go Sis.

I guess that's about all.  I hope my loyal THREE readers had a good Christmas as well.  God Bless, and I hope 2009 is great!

A

Future doctor

We have a stethoscope lying around the house.  When W was a baby he had a heart murmur.  Anyway, he found it the other day and proceeded to wear it around most of the afternoon.

He wanted to check my heart, to see if I was sick.  I leaned over so he could reach and he put the stethoscope on my chest.  Here's what followed:

Me: "Am I sick buddy?"

W:  "Yep, your sick.  You have a rash!"

Now that's talent.  Not many doctors can listen to your heart and determine that you have a rash.  Can you imagine what unique talent he will have by the time he graduates high school.  Look out Mayo Clinic!

It's Cold Outside!

And I know this because I have spent the last 5 minutes trying to convince my children to unlock the door and let me in the house.

I went to the mail box, (like everyday) with my flip-flops on.  When I got back, the door was locked.  Will wouldn't unlock it.  I thought some really bad things, and then started ringing the doorbell.  Sissy never showed up.  After about 5 minutes (which seems like 20 when it's 20 degrees) I finally found Sissy, and she let me back in!  

As I was trying to get Sissy's attention, I came around to the back of the house and saw Will on the couch.  He ran over to the door.  It went something like this:

Me: "Go Get Sissy and Let me in!  I am going to spank your butt!)

Will:  "You can't get me, you can't get in the house. (followed by laughing)

I tell ya, I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to.  Hope your day is better than mine!

Happy Birthday Jenny!

I know you read this blog sometimes, and so I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday tomorrow (Dec. 20)!  See you later on in the week.  

Update

I wanted to add that I ordered the foam, and it was $3.  The shipping, however, was 11.61.  So $15 bucks in all.  I didn't think that was too bad.  I taped it back together with packing tape and installed it.  I needed to go to the bank, so we made do.

What a day!

Well, it's 11:00 here.  Let me tell you what we've done so far.

• Brother picked up a ball of poop the cat left behind.  He comes in the bathroom where I am getting ready and says "Mommy, what is this?".  That's gross I know.  So we wash hands, and I give the "Don't pick up poop" lecture.
• Get dressed to get the haircut.  Our appointment is at 9:30.  The stylist shows up at 10:00.  Big fun.
• As we walk in I smell that brother has now pooped his pants!  No diaper, or wipes.  I know as a mother I should be prepared, but who thought that would happen on what was suppose to be a 20 minute trip to the beauty shop.
• We get home, and I decide it looks like a good day to wash car seats.  Fun right!  I take them both apart, and the give brother the "Don't mess with the car seat" lecture. There is a styrofoam piece that goes behind the foam for padding purposes.  I say "Please do not touch that.  It can break and then we are in trouble"  As I am putting the seats in the washer I hear a snap.  Guess who is laying on the styrofoam?  Yep, it snapped in half.
• The worst part of that story is that the car seat costs $300.00.  No telling what that foam piece will cost to replace.  Plus, we are stranded until I can either patch it up or get the other seat from Mel's car.
• Oh, I almost forgot, as I was changing that poop diaper from the beauty shop, the poop broke lose and spilled onto the floor.  Guess who has to pick that up!
• Plus, Sissy peed on the floor, and through her pants, socks and shoes.  That hardly ever happens, but I guess today's the day.
• A box of straws has been spilled onto the floor.  It's just about 70 straws to pick up though.  No big deal.
• The cat got out, and had to be chased down, then brother decided he should smack it with the light saber.  I guess that sounded like good punishment to him.  Maybe I should try that!
• Add that to the normal mess and chaos of the day, and you have one crazy mom.  The kids seem to be having a good day though.  

So that's been my day so far.  Good thing they're so cute.  Maybe I should just go back to bed!  On second thought, I guess I should stay up to make sure the house doesn't burn down.  

Simple Joys

For the first time in 5 years we having a burning fireplace.  Due to the toddlers running around here for the last 5 years, we have not lit the fireplace.  We did it on a whim this year, and the "sweet"  boy has left it alone!  I can hardly believe it.  I just knew he would have stuck something in there to burn, or perhaps burnt himself in the process, or a cat.  

I guess it doesn't take much to make me happy, but that did it.  Now I can't wait until I can decorate again.  I miss my floor lamp, house plants, Radko ornaments on the tree, and various other things.

On another note, I no longer have to keep the kitchen cabinet locked.  The one under the sink where the dishwasher stuff is.  It sounds trivial, but for those of you who have kids I am sure you understand.  We are making it, progress is good!

Do you hear what I hear? Snoring that is.

So, I have known for a while that our boy was a snorer.  That's the main way you know he is asleep at night, he goes from talking to snoring in about 2 minutes.

 Anyway, when I picked him up from school today, Ms. Sheri said they had to move him into another room for nap today.  I wasn't thinking and asked why and she said he was snoring so loud that the other kids were holding their ears!  

Can you believe that the kid snores that loud?  I guess I need to have him evaluated for apnea.  He probably has some adenoid problems.

Hope everyone is having a good day.

Our Week.

• The parade was great, the little lamb wore her costume the right way, and won 1st place.
• Big Boy told me he loved me for no reason.  I had never heard him say "I love you mommy".  Too sweat.
• After that he pooped in the floor, wiped his bottom on the edge of the tub, and poured a entire bottle of kids shampoo into the tub.
• We made 14 dozen cookies today.  I can't even do the math, but that's alot of cookies.

Our Little Lamb

Here's the funniest thing that has happened to us in a while.  When I say in a while I mean maybe a week. With two small kids, there always something funny.

We picked up the lamb costume today for the parade.  Of course Sissy has to try it on as soon as we get home.  I am in the kitchen unpacking the Wal-Mart stuff when she comes in asking me to fasten the back.  I am really not paying much attention, and so I keep unpacking.  After a minute a get around to fastening the back.

Imagine this fuzzy lamb costume, it fits perfect!  I look down and it's on backwards.  The "tail" is on the front of the costume.  You can guess where it falls!  It's just sticking out there.  Through my laughter I try to explain that the tail goes in the back.  She argues at first, but reason won out.  Thankfully our Christmas Lamb will be properly dressed for the parade.

Maybe it's not as funny if you didn't see it yourself.  Or just maybe I was delirious from a bad Wal-Mart experience.  I am not sure, but it sure did make my day.

Family Update

Sissy will be a lamb in the parade tomorrow.  She has practiced crawling around and baah-ing all day.  I think she has it down.

Stella is a wild woman, the surgery didn't phase her at all.  She was climbing in the dryer a few minutes ago.

Brother has been super fussy today.  He threw one of those embarrassing fits at Wal-Mart today.  It was all over a toy that they stocked there by the register.  I figure, since they do it on purpose, it won't hurt them to listen to the screaming too.

I guess that's it.  

Have your pets spayed and neutered

Well, I picked Ms. Stella up from the vet this morning.  She is doing quite well since her Spay surgery.  The doctor's instructions were to keep her calm, and not to let her move to much.

O.K., if anyone has really good tips on keeping a wild cat still, I'm open to suggestions.  

So Sissy has been asking a lot of questions about why Stella is sick, why she's at the doctor, etc.

Our conversation is as follows:

Me: "Stella had to go to the Doctor so he could make sure her leg was OK, remember when she fell out of the tree?"

Sissy:  "Yeah, I remember that.  So why is she at the doctor?"

Me: " She just needed a checkup"

Sissy:  "Oh, what did they do to her"

Me: " Well, they shaved her belly, and she has a boo-boo.  She won't be able to have kittens because her legs don't work right"

Sissy:  (Hysterical Crying) "Stella can't have Kittens, why, what did they do to her?" (Still Crying)

Me: "It's just best that she doesn't, but she is gonna be fine, really she is fine."

Sissy: "But she won't ever get to have kittens, ever ever. (still crying)"

Sissy:  " (STILL CRYING)"

Me:  " Well, don't cry Sissy, Daddy said she might be able to have kittens after all."

Sissy:  " (quite) Oh. O.K."

Do you lie to your children?  Does it save your sanity?  Does that make be a bad mom?

Anyway, I don't really care.  She was quiet and that's all that matters right?????

My Children will never

• Drive 30 minutes to rent a vhs tape, and then have to rewind it in order to watch
• Listen to a whole CD, Tape, etc. (itunes solved that problem)
• Get up to change the channel
• Go on a vacation without a dvd player! The Horror.

More to come.  No time to think.

Stomach Virus

I believe that you haven't lived until your child has had the stomach virus.  Sissy didn't feel well yesterday, and I thought she might just be tired.  Instead, she was sick.  Really sick, if you know what I mean.  So with several loads of really bad laundry behind me, I am pleased to say that it was short lived.  We are all well today, and there is no sign of anyone else being effected.(fingers crossed)  

Stella the kitten, goes in tomorrow for her Spay Surgery.  I have talked Mel into not declawing her yet.  She has decided that the bathroom wallpaper is super fun to climb though, so I don't know how long the truce will last.  At least she is spared for now.  

So that's the update for now.  I hope that everyone is well.