We start out as babies, progress to responsible adults, and then fall back into an infantile stage in our lives where we have needs like babies.
Hubs was raised by his great-grandparents. He made his worldly appearance when they were inches away from age 60. He grew up watching them return to that infantile stage that we call elderly but is ultimately "grown baby stage". He learned many parenting skills from this experience.
Last night, he says to me, "I walked in today, and OJ was clapping along to music and dancing. Picking up the boys at school is like walking into a nursing home."
I laughed. He shook his head and repeated, "I mean it. It's like going to visit my grandmother....I remember walking in and she'd be having music time, sitting there in her wheelchair, clapping along. It's the same damn thing."
And then he continued:
"They have nap times. Snack times. Play times. They even tossed a ball around like little kids. They used to report like cheerleaders when the old people made it to the toilet instead of using their diapers."
And so the cycle of life goes. Nap times are essential for bodies that can't handle a full 24 hours, yet or anymore. Snack times are essential because of the rapid development or the inability to process much at one time anymore. Play times teach and re-teach our muscles. Bodily function control is a learned and lost art.
Hubs talks constantly of us growing old and dying together. He teases the kids about who gets to take care of us when "we're old". (For the record, Till hasn't jumped at the chance to do so and TO looks at us like we're crazy) But in all honesty, I can't imagine having to take care of my OWN parents. When will THEY ever be incapacitated to the point that they need care? They're sturdy, strong, stable. I'm fairly certain I keep in the back of my mind that I can go to THEM if my feet happen to slip out from under me and my life turns crummy.
My babies continue to clap and sing and dance and play and nap and snack and learn. I sit in limbo, skills acquired and in full use, but just waiting to deteriorate. My parents slow down some and pace themselves. My grandparents begin to rely on us and oftentimes ignore the signs that they need assistance. Hubs' great-grandparents are no longer with us, having returned and made it full circle.
So my point? I'm going to ignore Hubs' comment that the kids at school is like visiting a nursing home. That just brings too close to home the fact that they will grow and age more quickly than I'd ever like to imagine. For now, they're only learning, exploring, and enjoying. For me, right now, that's all I need to "see".
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday Mumbles
I'm so sorry! I really meant to sit up and type a Mumbles to you last night, and then I had all intentions of typing it up this morning before getting the kids out of bed. But what do they always say about good intentions not worth squat? Yeah. That's me. BUT....it's still Monday and I can still Mumble if I want to.....
1. GOOD NEWS received today on a phone call with the director of elementary education in our district. We can most likely enroll TO in first grade instead of having him repeat kindergarten in the public system!!!!
2. Being an August baby, he's borderline on the age deadline. I'm certainly not a parent trying to push my kid to "be ahead" of the game, but at the same time I worry that he's excelled so much in his current "private" school setting that it'd be a disservice to him to make him repeat with children who aren't at least similar in reading and mathematics capabilities. He enjoys learning and I want to be sure that we really cement that desire and not hinder it with any sort of boredom.
3. Speaking of boredom, raise your hand if you think I'll be bored this summer with 12 weeks off work and a new baby to cuddle.
4. Yeah, that's what I thought.
5. As baby's due date approaches, I am getting anxious to see if it falls on my brother's birthday, June 11th. Do I want this baby to share a birthday or have its own day? For that matter, it could wait until June 15th and share a birthday with my sis-in-law. Hmm.....
6. My belly is getting so big that my ta-tas can rest on it. Or is it that after nursing two babies and being heavy and large while pregnant with a third, my ta-tas are hanging low enough to rest on my belly? Hmmm....another stumper.
7. While we're on the completely inappropriate "privates" discussion, I'm happy to report that my underpants haven't been cutting off any circulation throughout this pregnancy. I guess that means I'm not gaining as much weight in my bootie. Woo!
8. Once I hit publish on this post, I am going to focus my attention on the scrapbook I'm making for Till's grandmother for mother's day. I figured pics of him that we've taken over the years she would normally never see, so I've compiled some good one and putting them into a scrapbook for her. I'm not usually this nice, but I know it's something I'd appreciate so I hope she does.
9. I guess even if she doesn't, I do believe that Till is grateful. He's enjoyed going through the old photos.
10. So I've had a full dinner. My belly is full. But guess what? I want to eat something else. Pop tarts, maybe. Lathered in butter. Yeah, that's right. Don't judge.
1. GOOD NEWS received today on a phone call with the director of elementary education in our district. We can most likely enroll TO in first grade instead of having him repeat kindergarten in the public system!!!!
2. Being an August baby, he's borderline on the age deadline. I'm certainly not a parent trying to push my kid to "be ahead" of the game, but at the same time I worry that he's excelled so much in his current "private" school setting that it'd be a disservice to him to make him repeat with children who aren't at least similar in reading and mathematics capabilities. He enjoys learning and I want to be sure that we really cement that desire and not hinder it with any sort of boredom.
3. Speaking of boredom, raise your hand if you think I'll be bored this summer with 12 weeks off work and a new baby to cuddle.
4. Yeah, that's what I thought.
5. As baby's due date approaches, I am getting anxious to see if it falls on my brother's birthday, June 11th. Do I want this baby to share a birthday or have its own day? For that matter, it could wait until June 15th and share a birthday with my sis-in-law. Hmm.....
6. My belly is getting so big that my ta-tas can rest on it. Or is it that after nursing two babies and being heavy and large while pregnant with a third, my ta-tas are hanging low enough to rest on my belly? Hmmm....another stumper.
7. While we're on the completely inappropriate "privates" discussion, I'm happy to report that my underpants haven't been cutting off any circulation throughout this pregnancy. I guess that means I'm not gaining as much weight in my bootie. Woo!
8. Once I hit publish on this post, I am going to focus my attention on the scrapbook I'm making for Till's grandmother for mother's day. I figured pics of him that we've taken over the years she would normally never see, so I've compiled some good one and putting them into a scrapbook for her. I'm not usually this nice, but I know it's something I'd appreciate so I hope she does.
9. I guess even if she doesn't, I do believe that Till is grateful. He's enjoyed going through the old photos.
10. So I've had a full dinner. My belly is full. But guess what? I want to eat something else. Pop tarts, maybe. Lathered in butter. Yeah, that's right. Don't judge.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Weekend Update
So, here we are. Sunday. It creeps up so fast, it's almost depressing. I love Saturdays. I love waking up and knowing that I have the entire day to do whatever it is that I want or need to do. And when I lay my head down that night, I get to wake up and do whatever it is that I want or need to the next day. Saturdays are perfect.
Sundays, however, progress with that sinking feeling of Monday's morning. And I won't even discuss Monday's morning as being pertinent towork that "w" word. No, for me, it's more about the repetition that comes along with Monday through Friday. The fact that we're starting over. Each weekend is, by itself, something different or special for each pair of Saturdays and Sundays. At least around here they are. Monday through Friday grinds? Not so much.
I like recapping our weekends here on the blog. But they also bring a bit of a sadness. An end to the refreshing "difference" that the S&S days brought us. The beginning of the "same ol' same ol'. So with a big sigh, here is our recap.
Friday night, my best gal friend that just got married (and sold her house at exactly the right time and is in the process of packing and moving in with the new hubby) called me up. They have a twin bed they don't have need or room for at the moment, and kindly offered it to us. I accepted quickly because it will help us plan "The Great Switch" (more on this in a bit). She called to offer delivery of the bed and maybe an evening of hanging out. She and the new hubby arrived around 8:30, we shifted TO and Till to the bedroom where they watched videos, and we enjoyed pizza with friends, and a game of Clue. Hubs isn't a big board game guy, and we came to find out he wasn't really trying. He won't be invited to play next time.
Saturday morning brought us sleeping in. Well, attempted sleeping in. I couldn't sleep in too comfortably as I lay there wondering why in the WORLD OJ wasn't up yet. The 7 o'clock hour passed and TO came in to inform me he was up. I shooed him to cartoons. 7:30.....8:00.....8:20.....what in the WORLD? OJ is typically awake no later than 6:30-6:45. I hopped in the shower and he was finally ready to get up at 8:30.
We got around, cleaned up, ate breakfast, and then headed down to Grandpa's house. We picked him up and then headed to Lawrence and the KU campus. The Spring football scrimmage was taking place and we attended. The weather was overcast and it sprinkled on us a few times, but we had a good time. My goal was to stay for the autograph session at the end so that I could attempt to get a picture of my TO "Turner" with the new football coach "Turner" Gill. It got too chilly and my dad was afraid it would rain on us, so we took off before the end of the game.
We hung at my dad's that afternoon into the evening and arrived home in time for the kids to go to bed. Perfect timing, I'd say. Sunday morning brought...what??? Another late start? OJ didn't wake up until 8:45 this time! If I have a sleeper-inner, I will do a happy dance and post it on the blog for you. Seriously. I have a feeling it's short-lived, but we'll see. Today has been about progress around the house. Dishes got done, the kitchen table and chairs got their screws tightened, I've been a laundry machine, and "The Great Switch"....
We don't have a full basement, or even a completely "finished" basement. It's tiled, but not really "great". Our basement is level with our garage (split entry home), and consists of a "recreation" room, a small storage room/closet, another slightly larger storage room area, and the laundry area off the larger storage room area.
We've been using the rec room and all storage areas as storage. But I think it's time we fix up the rec room and allow it to become a room for Till the 12 year old. I'm not entirely fond of him having space downstairs where we can't totally keep an eye on him, but I'll figure out how to get sneaky. The bunk beds that Till and TO use now need to go ahead and find their resting place. It's a metal frame and some of the bolts/screws are missing for "whatever" reason. Plus, the room is too small to have that full-sized frame in there. The Switch will go like this:
Futon bed for Till downstairs
Twin bed from my friend for TO up in his room
Toddler bed for OJ to be moved in with TO
Baby still gets own room with crib
I'm hoping that by switching OJ to the room with TO, he'll relinquish his grip on the crib. If not, I might find a more confining toddler bed to use that can convert to a big boy bed. The toddler bed we have is just a crib mattress sized bed, but it doesn't have sides on it to feel "confined" and secure. It has a tiny little half rail on one side of it. We'll see how this all plays out.
For now, Hubs and I have been trying to find room and places for all the "stuff" that's currently been stored in the rec room downstairs. Lots of it is his junk and then baby stuff. The baby stuff will have to come back up anyhow, at intervals, as the baby progresses into bouncy seat, mega-saucer, highchair, rocking horse....you know, all the "stuff".
This is really long and probably not at all interesting to you, but it's been our weekend. Just feeding you news of what we did doesn't really read as appealing, but hey.....I gotta capture some of the boring "we did" activities, right? I hope your weekend went well, was enjoyable, and that you saw more sunshine than we did. T-ball practice was canceled today due to the weather. Blah.
Sundays, however, progress with that sinking feeling of Monday's morning. And I won't even discuss Monday's morning as being pertinent to
I like recapping our weekends here on the blog. But they also bring a bit of a sadness. An end to the refreshing "difference" that the S&S days brought us. The beginning of the "same ol' same ol'. So with a big sigh, here is our recap.
Friday night, my best gal friend that just got married (and sold her house at exactly the right time and is in the process of packing and moving in with the new hubby) called me up. They have a twin bed they don't have need or room for at the moment, and kindly offered it to us. I accepted quickly because it will help us plan "The Great Switch" (more on this in a bit). She called to offer delivery of the bed and maybe an evening of hanging out. She and the new hubby arrived around 8:30, we shifted TO and Till to the bedroom where they watched videos, and we enjoyed pizza with friends, and a game of Clue. Hubs isn't a big board game guy, and we came to find out he wasn't really trying. He won't be invited to play next time.
Saturday morning brought us sleeping in. Well, attempted sleeping in. I couldn't sleep in too comfortably as I lay there wondering why in the WORLD OJ wasn't up yet. The 7 o'clock hour passed and TO came in to inform me he was up. I shooed him to cartoons. 7:30.....8:00.....8:20.....what in the WORLD? OJ is typically awake no later than 6:30-6:45. I hopped in the shower and he was finally ready to get up at 8:30.
We got around, cleaned up, ate breakfast, and then headed down to Grandpa's house. We picked him up and then headed to Lawrence and the KU campus. The Spring football scrimmage was taking place and we attended. The weather was overcast and it sprinkled on us a few times, but we had a good time. My goal was to stay for the autograph session at the end so that I could attempt to get a picture of my TO "Turner" with the new football coach "Turner" Gill. It got too chilly and my dad was afraid it would rain on us, so we took off before the end of the game.
We hung at my dad's that afternoon into the evening and arrived home in time for the kids to go to bed. Perfect timing, I'd say. Sunday morning brought...what??? Another late start? OJ didn't wake up until 8:45 this time! If I have a sleeper-inner, I will do a happy dance and post it on the blog for you. Seriously. I have a feeling it's short-lived, but we'll see. Today has been about progress around the house. Dishes got done, the kitchen table and chairs got their screws tightened, I've been a laundry machine, and "The Great Switch"....
We don't have a full basement, or even a completely "finished" basement. It's tiled, but not really "great". Our basement is level with our garage (split entry home), and consists of a "recreation" room, a small storage room/closet, another slightly larger storage room area, and the laundry area off the larger storage room area.
We've been using the rec room and all storage areas as storage. But I think it's time we fix up the rec room and allow it to become a room for Till the 12 year old. I'm not entirely fond of him having space downstairs where we can't totally keep an eye on him, but I'll figure out how to get sneaky. The bunk beds that Till and TO use now need to go ahead and find their resting place. It's a metal frame and some of the bolts/screws are missing for "whatever" reason. Plus, the room is too small to have that full-sized frame in there. The Switch will go like this:
Futon bed for Till downstairs
Twin bed from my friend for TO up in his room
Toddler bed for OJ to be moved in with TO
Baby still gets own room with crib
I'm hoping that by switching OJ to the room with TO, he'll relinquish his grip on the crib. If not, I might find a more confining toddler bed to use that can convert to a big boy bed. The toddler bed we have is just a crib mattress sized bed, but it doesn't have sides on it to feel "confined" and secure. It has a tiny little half rail on one side of it. We'll see how this all plays out.
For now, Hubs and I have been trying to find room and places for all the "stuff" that's currently been stored in the rec room downstairs. Lots of it is his junk and then baby stuff. The baby stuff will have to come back up anyhow, at intervals, as the baby progresses into bouncy seat, mega-saucer, highchair, rocking horse....you know, all the "stuff".
This is really long and probably not at all interesting to you, but it's been our weekend. Just feeding you news of what we did doesn't really read as appealing, but hey.....I gotta capture some of the boring "we did" activities, right? I hope your weekend went well, was enjoyable, and that you saw more sunshine than we did. T-ball practice was canceled today due to the weather. Blah.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Comment Consideration
I haven't done this in awhile, and my comment volume is down due to my absence. However....I feel the need to recognize my wonderful blog friends. Happy Tuesday.
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Here you go, nosy belly picture people.
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I'm mumbling this morning! :D
http://home-grownlove.blogspot.com
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Your Dad sounds like a good man.
Coulda called me... I'd of painted your toe nails. :) - Even if my feet stink as much as Hubs says they do???? Hee hee.
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That's awesome... I know the feeling. He is ecstatic and mom is so proud. xoxo
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Happy Birthday! Gosh, seems like yesterday when i started following you (last year) and he was just starting to walk! Where did the time go?
- The time went to our aging skin, saggier boobs, tiring nights......aaahh. The joys of time and age.
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Hi Tooj,
So sorry I've been absent.
Love the photos.
The boys are way cool!!! - Oh no, it's been me that's been absent. I've seen you posting and keeping up. I, on the other hand, have fallen into the pregnancy abyss of bloglessness. Thanks for the comment about the boys, though. They think they're cool, too.
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HA! Kass is finally over the Easter basket stage I guess. She got a bag full of goodies from us though.
I was so bummed that Butler didn't win. I dislike Duke with a passion! - It's a shame how Monday, April 5th turned out for you considering your feelings about Duke, eh? You and most of the rest of the country....what IS IT about group hate that makes it easier?
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On Monday I brought T to the doctor's for his 2 month shots. He wasn't himself all day and I stressed about autism risks. Got nothing productive done and felt guilty about it.
Then on Tuesday he was back to his happy mellow self and I felt foolish for my worrying.
Not *entirely* foolish, though. - Not foolish at all. Worrying and paying attention to symptoms, for ANYthing kid-related, is important. It's the over-reacting and panicking that does us no good. So long as we can distinguish....we're doing okay. :)
Here you go, nosy belly picture people.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Monday Mumbles
Ten random things to mention on yet another Monday morning. Is it just me or is the year flying by?
1. Okay, I have to let you know that I WILL start back up visiting blogs again. I got re-connected at home, but have had virtually no time to actually sit and read anything, or blog myself. This past weekend was our last weekend of actual, scheduled events. We've been going every single weekend since March 13th, I believe. We capped it off with my best girl's wedding Saturday.
2. I say we have nothing planned, however........next weekend is the Kansas Jayhawk Spring football game, and I'd really REALLY like to take the boys. We need a picture with the new coach. His name is Turner. My TO is named Turner. It's only fitting. So I say we're not "scheduled", but.....we're scheduled. At least for a few hours Saturday.
3. I'm close to 7 weeks away from baby's due date. 7 weeks. Not far, right?
4. I think I just had another contraction THINKING about "their" negativity.
5. My dad reads nothing on the internet and doesn't have a clue what a blog really is....but I'm going to throw a shout-out to him anyhow. He watched the boys for us Friday night during the wedding rehearsal dinner, and then all day Saturday while we were at the wedding and reception. Those boys love "Papa's house". I just hope he wasn't too tired when we left Sunday morning.
6. Anners, you know I truly appreciate your assistance Friday afternoon so that I could go help out with reception decorations and such. Thanks to you as well! *smooches* Sis.
7. I just had a moment of freak-out. There's going to be another kiddo in this house. Holy moly. A baby, at that. OJ needs held still, a LOT. What am I going to do? Aaahhhhh.
8. I'm starting a scrapbook for Till. I thought that his grandmother, with whom is he very close (I almost venture to say closer than he is with his mother at times), would enjoy some photos that we've taken of him over the years he's lived here. I'd like to have it completed in time for Mother's Day, but I fear I underestimated the size of the book versus the amount of pictures I've printed off to use in it. I'll either have to cut some pics out, or make two small books.
9. I painted my toes for the wedding this weekend. I'm sure many of you can sympathize with the pains that come along with trying to paint your toes when you're 7 1/2 months pregnant. If you don't know, try putting a kid's basketball under your boobs, secured in your lap, and then bend forward and paint your nails. Let me know how it goes.
10. Speaking of kids and balls, TO's t-ball team is....phew. A disorganized mess. I'm not sure how you get to be a coach, but next year I'm signing up. If nothing else, I can organize. AND tell the parents who try to take over and boss every other child around except theirs to BE QUIET. I failed to bite my tongue today at practice. I couldn't take it anymore. There were two many "coaches" behind the plate, too many other "coaches" telling kids what to do out in the field, and then the ones helping organize the batters. The lady instructing TO to "get a bat" failed to listen to my kid when he tried telling her that one of the "plate coaches" had his bat. He had to wait. She just kept trying to tell him what to do. He got frustrated, started to cry, and told me he didn't like T-ball. I blew my top and stated not too quietly that there were too many coaches and too many instructions going around the field. I told him to suck it up and tell her what he already knew. A kid was batting, he couldn't retrieve the bat HE would use until they cleared the plate area. He's not stupid, and the "coaches" need to listen. Lord help me get through this season as a parent instead of a coach. Woosah.....woosah.....woosah.
1. Okay, I have to let you know that I WILL start back up visiting blogs again. I got re-connected at home, but have had virtually no time to actually sit and read anything, or blog myself. This past weekend was our last weekend of actual, scheduled events. We've been going every single weekend since March 13th, I believe. We capped it off with my best girl's wedding Saturday.
2. I say we have nothing planned, however........next weekend is the Kansas Jayhawk Spring football game, and I'd really REALLY like to take the boys. We need a picture with the new coach. His name is Turner. My TO is named Turner. It's only fitting. So I say we're not "scheduled", but.....we're scheduled. At least for a few hours Saturday.
3. I'm close to 7 weeks away from baby's due date. 7 weeks. Not far, right?
4. I think I just had another contraction THINKING about "their" negativity.
5. My dad reads nothing on the internet and doesn't have a clue what a blog really is....but I'm going to throw a shout-out to him anyhow. He watched the boys for us Friday night during the wedding rehearsal dinner, and then all day Saturday while we were at the wedding and reception. Those boys love "Papa's house". I just hope he wasn't too tired when we left Sunday morning.
6. Anners, you know I truly appreciate your assistance Friday afternoon so that I could go help out with reception decorations and such. Thanks to you as well! *smooches* Sis.
7. I just had a moment of freak-out. There's going to be another kiddo in this house. Holy moly. A baby, at that. OJ needs held still, a LOT. What am I going to do? Aaahhhhh.
8. I'm starting a scrapbook for Till. I thought that his grandmother, with whom is he very close (I almost venture to say closer than he is with his mother at times), would enjoy some photos that we've taken of him over the years he's lived here. I'd like to have it completed in time for Mother's Day, but I fear I underestimated the size of the book versus the amount of pictures I've printed off to use in it. I'll either have to cut some pics out, or make two small books.
9. I painted my toes for the wedding this weekend. I'm sure many of you can sympathize with the pains that come along with trying to paint your toes when you're 7 1/2 months pregnant. If you don't know, try putting a kid's basketball under your boobs, secured in your lap, and then bend forward and paint your nails. Let me know how it goes.
10. Speaking of kids and balls, TO's t-ball team is....phew. A disorganized mess. I'm not sure how you get to be a coach, but next year I'm signing up. If nothing else, I can organize. AND tell the parents who try to take over and boss every other child around except theirs to BE QUIET. I failed to bite my tongue today at practice. I couldn't take it anymore. There were two many "coaches" behind the plate, too many other "coaches" telling kids what to do out in the field, and then the ones helping organize the batters. The lady instructing TO to "get a bat" failed to listen to my kid when he tried telling her that one of the "plate coaches" had his bat. He had to wait. She just kept trying to tell him what to do. He got frustrated, started to cry, and told me he didn't like T-ball. I blew my top and stated not too quietly that there were too many coaches and too many instructions going around the field. I told him to suck it up and tell her what he already knew. A kid was batting, he couldn't retrieve the bat HE would use until they cleared the plate area. He's not stupid, and the "coaches" need to listen. Lord help me get through this season as a parent instead of a coach. Woosah.....woosah.....woosah.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday Mumbles
Ten random things to start off your week. Fire a few randoms back at me, if you wish.
1. Hubs' cousin came up to our house Sunday evening for a demo on items he's selling. That lasted about an hour. 4 hours after it ended, he was still here, chatting. I hope that he didn't feel obligated to stay so long due to the age of Hubs and me. Lord knows Hubs can talk. *ahem* Poor kid is 20 and we're *cough cough cough* not. We needed some attention and reason to talk to someone other than each other.
2. TO started T-ball practice Sunday afternoon. I am trying very hard not to interfere or try and assist the coaching staff. Just because we/I successfully handled nine 3-5 year olds last fall.....I'm not saying I could do it better or anything......but I'm just sayin'......
3. I am thankful, however, that my kid didn't leave the field crying like a sissy or whining about his lack of participation. Is it okay to call five year olds sissies? Maybe not, but I will anyway.
4. Till went to his mom's house Friday after school, but my mom picked him up and brought him to our house Saturday for OJ's party. She then took him back to his mom's so that he could spend Saturday night and Sunday day. He returned Sunday evening, I swear, in the same shirt he had on yesterday. I either need to watch his packing skills more closely or start inquiring if he's getting his clothes washed over there. Or is it that he just likes that shirt so much, so he put it on again? Ewwww.
5. I am not looking forward to work this week. I successfully avoided thinking about it all weekend long, which has been very difficult to do lately.
6. I was able to get out and visit quite a few of my blog reads this weekend. If I haven't stopped by, it's because you've updated more frequently and I'm trying to save you for a larger chunk of time. If you haven't updated a lot and I still didn't get to you, well.....I'm trying, dang it.
7. The weather has been so gorgeous I've been forcing myself to be outside with the kids instead of inside trying to find things to clean. Not that it's hard to find things to clean, we're a filthy mess around here if you ask me, but still.....I try and avoid the cleaning because the sun is so wonderful.
8. I have to say to my sister, Anna, I'm sorry. I really had NO IDEA that you'd be interested in coming this way after the game Saturday. I figured if you didn't make it BEFORE the game, you certainly wouldn't want to drive extra after the game. Let's plan on having some of your favorite food here when you get your next baby-sitting opportunity? I'm sure we'll have one for you come May, before my maternity leave.
9. Speaking of maternity, sorry you haven't had any pictures. I just don't like posing like a beached whale, and I don't feel that I look cute like other pregnant people. It's just not in me to pose while pregnant. Sorry, peeps.
10. I do think that this work-related stress has my body acting like a hormonal teenager. One week I'm devouring all foods in sight and gaining 6 pounds in two weeks, and the next time I turn around 2 weeks later, I've lost 3 pounds. Maybe both instances were flukes and they just evened each other out, netting 3 pounds in a month. OR maybe I need to stop stressing at work and maintain the devouring tactic. I prefer to gain while pregnant, thank you very much.
1. Hubs' cousin came up to our house Sunday evening for a demo on items he's selling. That lasted about an hour. 4 hours after it ended, he was still here, chatting. I hope that he didn't feel obligated to stay so long due to the age of Hubs and me. Lord knows Hubs can talk. *ahem* Poor kid is 20 and we're *cough cough cough* not. We needed some attention and reason to talk to someone other than each other.
2. TO started T-ball practice Sunday afternoon. I am trying very hard not to interfere or try and assist the coaching staff. Just because we/I successfully handled nine 3-5 year olds last fall.....I'm not saying I could do it better or anything......but I'm just sayin'......
3. I am thankful, however, that my kid didn't leave the field crying like a sissy or whining about his lack of participation. Is it okay to call five year olds sissies? Maybe not, but I will anyway.
4. Till went to his mom's house Friday after school, but my mom picked him up and brought him to our house Saturday for OJ's party. She then took him back to his mom's so that he could spend Saturday night and Sunday day. He returned Sunday evening, I swear, in the same shirt he had on yesterday. I either need to watch his packing skills more closely or start inquiring if he's getting his clothes washed over there. Or is it that he just likes that shirt so much, so he put it on again? Ewwww.
5. I am not looking forward to work this week. I successfully avoided thinking about it all weekend long, which has been very difficult to do lately.
6. I was able to get out and visit quite a few of my blog reads this weekend. If I haven't stopped by, it's because you've updated more frequently and I'm trying to save you for a larger chunk of time. If you haven't updated a lot and I still didn't get to you, well.....I'm trying, dang it.
7. The weather has been so gorgeous I've been forcing myself to be outside with the kids instead of inside trying to find things to clean. Not that it's hard to find things to clean, we're a filthy mess around here if you ask me, but still.....I try and avoid the cleaning because the sun is so wonderful.
8. I have to say to my sister, Anna, I'm sorry. I really had NO IDEA that you'd be interested in coming this way after the game Saturday. I figured if you didn't make it BEFORE the game, you certainly wouldn't want to drive extra after the game. Let's plan on having some of your favorite food here when you get your next baby-sitting opportunity? I'm sure we'll have one for you come May, before my maternity leave.
9. Speaking of maternity, sorry you haven't had any pictures. I just don't like posing like a beached whale, and I don't feel that I look cute like other pregnant people. It's just not in me to pose while pregnant. Sorry, peeps.
10. I do think that this work-related stress has my body acting like a hormonal teenager. One week I'm devouring all foods in sight and gaining 6 pounds in two weeks, and the next time I turn around 2 weeks later, I've lost 3 pounds. Maybe both instances were flukes and they just evened each other out, netting 3 pounds in a month. OR maybe I need to stop stressing at work and maintain the devouring tactic. I prefer to gain while pregnant, thank you very much.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Happy...To You!
That's how OJ sings the birthday song. That's what he said after we sang it to him this morning.
OJ is two. TWO.
On the one hand, it's bizarre to think I've kept a second child alive for two whole years. On the other hand, he's been SUCH a handful for two years, it feels like he's been around forever.
Some days, he does the silliest things and I can tell he's maturing and understanding personal interaction. Other days, it seems as if he'll never quite grasp communication to its fullest capacity.
Yesterday, he tackled TO in a loving hug and they giggled on the floor together. Yesterday, he also pulled TO's hair and slapped him on the leg in anger.
He told me "NO!" four times. In 40 seconds.
We celebrated his birthday yesterday in gorgeous weather, here at the house. His inability to maintain civil interaction for a long period of time (see: anger management for toddlers) made it an ideal setting for his birthday party. We did not do the usual "big gang" party that we've traditionally done for TO.
We had my parents and my siblings up and we grilled out. Did I mention the weather was gorgeous? We played basketball, threw around a football, the boys dug up dirt and found worms. OJ and TO received a dual birthday gift to enjoy - a swing set. Pictures to come.
OJ already fell off the teeter totter and face planted off the slide. It was a good day. A fun day. A gorgeous day filled with boys, sunshine, and family.
Today, TO gets to start T-ball practice in some more gorgeous weather. I can't wait.
OJ is two. TWO.
On the one hand, it's bizarre to think I've kept a second child alive for two whole years. On the other hand, he's been SUCH a handful for two years, it feels like he's been around forever.
Some days, he does the silliest things and I can tell he's maturing and understanding personal interaction. Other days, it seems as if he'll never quite grasp communication to its fullest capacity.
Yesterday, he tackled TO in a loving hug and they giggled on the floor together. Yesterday, he also pulled TO's hair and slapped him on the leg in anger.
He told me "NO!" four times. In 40 seconds.
We celebrated his birthday yesterday in gorgeous weather, here at the house. His inability to maintain civil interaction for a long period of time (see: anger management for toddlers) made it an ideal setting for his birthday party. We did not do the usual "big gang" party that we've traditionally done for TO.
We had my parents and my siblings up and we grilled out. Did I mention the weather was gorgeous? We played basketball, threw around a football, the boys dug up dirt and found worms. OJ and TO received a dual birthday gift to enjoy - a swing set. Pictures to come.
OJ already fell off the teeter totter and face planted off the slide. It was a good day. A fun day. A gorgeous day filled with boys, sunshine, and family.
Today, TO gets to start T-ball practice in some more gorgeous weather. I can't wait.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Weekend Update in Photos
We took the boys to the local Easter egg hunt in my dad's hometown. OJ looks thrilled....THRILLED to be there.
OJ didn't stray too far from "Papa". The crowd was rather large and we all know how OJ likes crowds....*ahem*
Milk moustache. Nothing cuter.
My little posers.
The family handstand. I taught them well. Yes, I did. FYI - my dad continued to kick up later than everyone else so that it appeared he was up the longest. The kids held their own, however.
The aftermath of Handstand Madness.Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday Mumbles
Egads! The day flew by, I didn't prep any Mumbles for you last night....where is my head?? Oh, yes....it's busy enjoying some BEEEEEAAAUUUTiful weather over the weekend. Sorry 'bout that.
1. It's Monday night and I'm just now mumbling. Of course, this provides an entire day's worth of fodder for you.
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4. We had a surprise 60th party for our dad Saturday where all of his siblings (all 8 of them) and some of our cousins showed up at his house for an afternoon of hanging out and pizza eating. Oh, and if I say so myself, the cake I picked out ROCKED...even if it was white cake versus chocolate.
5. We didn't have Easter plans, but found out Saturday that dad's family was getting together Sunday afternoon for lunch. I waited around at home for a bit to see if my mom would call (you didn't, Mom!!), but she ended up having to get home and get some stuff done. So off to my Granny's we went. I'm glad we did - the day was gorgeous and the boys played outside kicking balls all afternoon.
6. BUT....bad Mom that I am....I banked that the Easter egg hunt the boys went on in my dad's hometown and the egg hunt he did at his house would suffice as enough Easter stuff. I feel bad. TO asked about having Easter at home, and I immediately felt like a chump parent. So I made a special call to the Easter bunny today and I'm waiting for her to call me back. Maybe she can make a special stop today?? (Hubs has them out at the store right now and I've placed baskets in their bed for them to find when they return.) We normally have a basket hunting experience Easter day, but with all the running around this weekend, I failed to prepare. Never again will I fail to prepare.
7. Anyone else a Butler fan tonight??? I don't want to be a regular basketball fan and hate on Duke, but the story would be too good if the little team beat the Goliath of basketball.
8. Speaking of basketball Goliaths...I never did check to verify that UConn beat Baylor last night in the women's final four. Can someone confirm that for me, please?
9. Some of you asked if the things I mentioned were actually spoken to me at work....the answer is yes. These women actually spoke those things to me. Please feel sorry for me. I don't know if Hubs feels sorry so much as he thinks it's a bit funny.
10. I need chocolate. It's a good thing I bought extra at the store when I got their basket goodies. :)
How was your day? Mumble something fun to me. I love when you share.
1. It's Monday night and I'm just now mumbling. Of course, this provides an entire day's worth of fodder for you.
2. *
3. *
4. We had a surprise 60th party for our dad Saturday where all of his siblings (all 8 of them) and some of our cousins showed up at his house for an afternoon of hanging out and pizza eating. Oh, and if I say so myself, the cake I picked out ROCKED...even if it was white cake versus chocolate.
5. We didn't have Easter plans, but found out Saturday that dad's family was getting together Sunday afternoon for lunch. I waited around at home for a bit to see if my mom would call (you didn't, Mom!!), but she ended up having to get home and get some stuff done. So off to my Granny's we went. I'm glad we did - the day was gorgeous and the boys played outside kicking balls all afternoon.
6. BUT....bad Mom that I am....I banked that the Easter egg hunt the boys went on in my dad's hometown and the egg hunt he did at his house would suffice as enough Easter stuff. I feel bad. TO asked about having Easter at home, and I immediately felt like a chump parent. So I made a special call to the Easter bunny today and I'm waiting for her to call me back. Maybe she can make a special stop today?? (Hubs has them out at the store right now and I've placed baskets in their bed for them to find when they return.) We normally have a basket hunting experience Easter day, but with all the running around this weekend, I failed to prepare. Never again will I fail to prepare.
7. Anyone else a Butler fan tonight??? I don't want to be a regular basketball fan and hate on Duke, but the story would be too good if the little team beat the Goliath of basketball.
8. Speaking of basketball Goliaths...I never did check to verify that UConn beat Baylor last night in the women's final four. Can someone confirm that for me, please?
9. Some of you asked if the things I mentioned were actually spoken to me at work....the answer is yes. These women actually spoke those things to me. Please feel sorry for me. I don't know if Hubs feels sorry so much as he thinks it's a bit funny.
10. I need chocolate. It's a good thing I bought extra at the store when I got their basket goodies. :)
How was your day? Mumble something fun to me. I love when you share.
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