Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I know, I know
I know I haven't written in awhile, but trust me if I had you would have thought I was the world's biggest bitch just because that's where my mood as been lately.
So, my last post was heart felt and sweet about my children growing up and here are some tales that aren't so heart felt and honestly just make you want to ring your child's neck...or fall down laughing. Probably fall down laughing. These are all Aiden stories for not much is happening in the life and an 8 and 5 year old, just the new actions of a 2 year old finding his path.
Story 1 - Learning to take one's pants off
Aiden loves baths. He loves them soooo much that in haste to jump in it has forced him to learn to disrobe. Well a small child learning to disrobe doesn't think about minor details such as shoes or dirty diapers. The mother then walks into the bathroom to find her son standing, pants down, shoes on, and dirty diaper plopped right down in the middle of it all. Thank goodness I caught him before he sat down.
Story 2 - Learning the joy of sweets
Aiden loves chocolate chip cookies and I mean he loves them. He loves them so much that he must gather them together and even though it takes multiple trips, he must make sure that each step leading upstairs has a cookie ready for his devouring. He did place them next to the wall though on the side of the stairs.
Story 3 - Learning to talk on the phone
Aiden inherited the gift of gab from his mother. If you are to call my phone, be prepared for a 10 minute (minimum) conversation with a little boy who's vocabulary revolves around: hi, hello, bye, love you, funny, no, and wait. Although he did say home the other night to J. While on the phone with Jason, I'm in the background and said "Aiden do you want daddy to come home?" So, Aiden says on the phone "Daddy, home." It was very cute. This gift of gab though is not so cute when he comes and tries to forcefully take the phone from you and then won't give it back. Again, while on the phone with his dad the following occurs:
Daddy: "Can I talk to Mommy now?"
Aiden: "No."
Mommy: "Aiden, can I talk to Daddy?"
Aiden: (index finger raised)"No, wait."
Daddy: "Aiden, how old are you?"
Aiden: "One."
Daddy: "No, Aiden's two. Can you say two?"
Aiden: "Why?"
Daddy: "Can I talk to Mommy now?"
Aiden: "No. (giggle) Funny."
Yes, it is great fun.
So, my last post was heart felt and sweet about my children growing up and here are some tales that aren't so heart felt and honestly just make you want to ring your child's neck...or fall down laughing. Probably fall down laughing. These are all Aiden stories for not much is happening in the life and an 8 and 5 year old, just the new actions of a 2 year old finding his path.
Story 1 - Learning to take one's pants off
Aiden loves baths. He loves them soooo much that in haste to jump in it has forced him to learn to disrobe. Well a small child learning to disrobe doesn't think about minor details such as shoes or dirty diapers. The mother then walks into the bathroom to find her son standing, pants down, shoes on, and dirty diaper plopped right down in the middle of it all. Thank goodness I caught him before he sat down.
Story 2 - Learning the joy of sweets
Aiden loves chocolate chip cookies and I mean he loves them. He loves them so much that he must gather them together and even though it takes multiple trips, he must make sure that each step leading upstairs has a cookie ready for his devouring. He did place them next to the wall though on the side of the stairs.
Story 3 - Learning to talk on the phone
Aiden inherited the gift of gab from his mother. If you are to call my phone, be prepared for a 10 minute (minimum) conversation with a little boy who's vocabulary revolves around: hi, hello, bye, love you, funny, no, and wait. Although he did say home the other night to J. While on the phone with Jason, I'm in the background and said "Aiden do you want daddy to come home?" So, Aiden says on the phone "Daddy, home." It was very cute. This gift of gab though is not so cute when he comes and tries to forcefully take the phone from you and then won't give it back. Again, while on the phone with his dad the following occurs:
Daddy: "Can I talk to Mommy now?"
Aiden: "No."
Mommy: "Aiden, can I talk to Daddy?"
Aiden: (index finger raised)"No, wait."
Daddy: "Aiden, how old are you?"
Aiden: "One."
Daddy: "No, Aiden's two. Can you say two?"
Aiden: "Why?"
Daddy: "Can I talk to Mommy now?"
Aiden: "No. (giggle) Funny."
Yes, it is great fun.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I've Got Big Kids Now
I've got big kids now and I think I'm going to cry. I'm going to cry out of happiness and out of sadness all at the same time. All three of the kids went to sleep in their own beds tonight; without a fight. If you're not a parent I'm not sure you'd understand, but it's a very big deal when this occurs. It means your babies are growing up.
I'm very proud of my babies. Nick is an intelligent almost 8 year old who truly does have a heart of gold. He is a very sensitive child that is always concerned about the welfare of others (especially his dad). Moira is such a drama queen and in a good way. She loves to dance and sing and draw. She is a talented artist and is always willing to do what it takes to make you smile. Aiden is my bull. He is one of the roughest, toughest kids I've met. He likes to hold his own with his siblings, along with any walls, floors, doors, toys, his own feet that get in the way. But, he's still my lover. He'll hug you and kiss you just to make you feel better.
My babies are growing up and it's just the little things like sleeping in their own beds that make me realize it.
J, I love you and miss you lots. I'll take lots of pictures for you, but not of them sleeping because, well that'd just be stupid.
I'm very proud of my babies. Nick is an intelligent almost 8 year old who truly does have a heart of gold. He is a very sensitive child that is always concerned about the welfare of others (especially his dad). Moira is such a drama queen and in a good way. She loves to dance and sing and draw. She is a talented artist and is always willing to do what it takes to make you smile. Aiden is my bull. He is one of the roughest, toughest kids I've met. He likes to hold his own with his siblings, along with any walls, floors, doors, toys, his own feet that get in the way. But, he's still my lover. He'll hug you and kiss you just to make you feel better.
My babies are growing up and it's just the little things like sleeping in their own beds that make me realize it.
J, I love you and miss you lots. I'll take lots of pictures for you, but not of them sleeping because, well that'd just be stupid.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Eating M&Ms
After reading my Reasons to Seek Out a Shrink, J was fondly amused by my fascination with M&Ms. He suggested that it be the #1 reason that I need a shrink and also requested that write out my M&M eating instructions. So, here you go...
1) M&Ms must be divided by color. You cannot mix the colors and heaven forbid you just grab a handful and down them.
2) Once divided you must begin eating the color that you have the fewest of and work your way up. (ie: if you have 2 green, 7 blue, and 9 brown; that's the order you eat them in ~ green, blue, brown)
3) You must eat two M&Ms at a time; one for each side of your mouth. Even if you know that you have an odd number of that particular color, you still start with two at a time. Then, you may finish that poor last one by itself, biting it with your front teeth to break the outer coating.
4) Never pour out more than you can eat at one time. If you have a large bag of M&Ms, you are not allowed to "put back" what you don't eat. You can always get more, but you can never put back.
I guess that's it. I know it's strange, but it's the way I do it. Hey, at least I don't sit there and throw out all the "W"s.
1) M&Ms must be divided by color. You cannot mix the colors and heaven forbid you just grab a handful and down them.
2) Once divided you must begin eating the color that you have the fewest of and work your way up. (ie: if you have 2 green, 7 blue, and 9 brown; that's the order you eat them in ~ green, blue, brown)
3) You must eat two M&Ms at a time; one for each side of your mouth. Even if you know that you have an odd number of that particular color, you still start with two at a time. Then, you may finish that poor last one by itself, biting it with your front teeth to break the outer coating.
4) Never pour out more than you can eat at one time. If you have a large bag of M&Ms, you are not allowed to "put back" what you don't eat. You can always get more, but you can never put back.
I guess that's it. I know it's strange, but it's the way I do it. Hey, at least I don't sit there and throw out all the "W"s.
A Morning Full of Shit
It was a morning full of shit, quite literally. I awoke to a basement that had been drenched in sewage. In my building of 8 townhouses, I am the last in the sewage line or any other such line.
I woke up thinking I smelled something, but then just figured it was my nose after asking the kids and they smelled nothing. Upon taking the trash out my next door neighbors open their door and say "Hey, do you have any sewage back-up in your basement, because we do and typically if we've got it so do you." I knew I smelled something. Sure enough, I literally had toilet paper and shit on the concrete floor of the basement. The smell was well, shitty. At first you would have just thought that Aiden had a diaper that I had neglected to change, but when you opened the basement door be prepared to be knocked on your ass.
My mother-in-law was wonderful and knew I had to get to work. So, she said that she would handle it the best she could and when I arrived to work I called the apartment complex. By the time she had returned from dropping Moira off, the maintenance guys were just finishing fixing the problem and were getting ready to spray it down and disinfect everything. I will tell you this, even with her pushing me out the door and saying it would be handled, I still had to stop to have a mental breakdown. My parents said it would be fine and that only "stuff" would be lost if anything need be pitched. It wasn't a fire or a hospital visit, it was just a shitty situation.
I'll tell you one thing, it's only 11:15am and I have heard the word shit one too many times today. Ah, but life will go on.
I woke up thinking I smelled something, but then just figured it was my nose after asking the kids and they smelled nothing. Upon taking the trash out my next door neighbors open their door and say "Hey, do you have any sewage back-up in your basement, because we do and typically if we've got it so do you." I knew I smelled something. Sure enough, I literally had toilet paper and shit on the concrete floor of the basement. The smell was well, shitty. At first you would have just thought that Aiden had a diaper that I had neglected to change, but when you opened the basement door be prepared to be knocked on your ass.
My mother-in-law was wonderful and knew I had to get to work. So, she said that she would handle it the best she could and when I arrived to work I called the apartment complex. By the time she had returned from dropping Moira off, the maintenance guys were just finishing fixing the problem and were getting ready to spray it down and disinfect everything. I will tell you this, even with her pushing me out the door and saying it would be handled, I still had to stop to have a mental breakdown. My parents said it would be fine and that only "stuff" would be lost if anything need be pitched. It wasn't a fire or a hospital visit, it was just a shitty situation.
I'll tell you one thing, it's only 11:15am and I have heard the word shit one too many times today. Ah, but life will go on.
Playing Games
Well, last night the kids and I played "Scene It" Disney edition. It was great fun. The only difficulties we ran into was the fact that Aiden wanted to keep moving our pieces instead of playing with the excess pieces I gave him.
I'm not sure if this is an insult to my sister and I or not, but on Saturday night my sister and I played the same game and my kids probably knew as many answers as we did. Although the kids and I did not stick too strictly to the time allotted to each question. As long as they were close to getting it, we just kinda waited until the light bulb went on.
Nick is very good at the questions about what is different between two pictures or the type were you watch a scene from a movie and they ask you a question afterward like what color was the chef's tie.
Moira was very good at naming the movie after seeing 4 pictures of different scenes. She typically got it right after the first or second picture.
That's it. The kids and I had fun last night and I wasn't given too many hassles when it was time to end the game and go up for baths. We did have a rough patch when Nick decided he didn't want to sleep in his bed, but all in all we had a good night.
I'm not sure if this is an insult to my sister and I or not, but on Saturday night my sister and I played the same game and my kids probably knew as many answers as we did. Although the kids and I did not stick too strictly to the time allotted to each question. As long as they were close to getting it, we just kinda waited until the light bulb went on.
Nick is very good at the questions about what is different between two pictures or the type were you watch a scene from a movie and they ask you a question afterward like what color was the chef's tie.
Moira was very good at naming the movie after seeing 4 pictures of different scenes. She typically got it right after the first or second picture.
That's it. The kids and I had fun last night and I wasn't given too many hassles when it was time to end the game and go up for baths. We did have a rough patch when Nick decided he didn't want to sleep in his bed, but all in all we had a good night.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Reasons to Seek Out a Shrink
1) I absolutely hate feet
2) I won't eat meat off the bone (only boneless buffalo strips please)
3) I cannot mix the colors of M&Ms while eating them (you must eat all the blues, then green, then red, etc)
4) I can't pronounce the word magnet
5) I always think I'm fat and it really doesn't matter what anyone else says I still think it
6) I enjoy movies such as "Dude Where's My Car" and "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure"
7) I write way too personal items on the internet, but hey it's fun
2) I won't eat meat off the bone (only boneless buffalo strips please)
3) I cannot mix the colors of M&Ms while eating them (you must eat all the blues, then green, then red, etc)
4) I can't pronounce the word magnet
5) I always think I'm fat and it really doesn't matter what anyone else says I still think it
6) I enjoy movies such as "Dude Where's My Car" and "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure"
7) I write way too personal items on the internet, but hey it's fun
Weekend on One's Own
So, my weekend alone is coming to an end. The kids should be back from visiting their uncle in Wisconsin in about 3 hours. I had some relaxing times on my own and some not so relaxing times. I got the entire house clean, Aiden now has a new bed, carpets are clean, and I cooked a meal for my sisters. That not so relaxing times, the lightening strike that sounded like an explosion at 10pm and come on... MY KIDS WERE GONE. Stress reliever yes, stress causer yes.
I guess that it's I did spend today reading and watching "Young Love Sunday" on Comedy Central. You know the movies; Van Wilder, 10 Things I Hate About You, She's All That, etc.
I guess that it's I did spend today reading and watching "Young Love Sunday" on Comedy Central. You know the movies; Van Wilder, 10 Things I Hate About You, She's All That, etc.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
This is Me in 8th Grade
Now, does this look like a girl that would end up knocked-up before high school graduation? No, this looks like a girl very proud of her musical capabilities and that the fact that one day she could recite the quote "And one time at band camp..."
I used to be so cute and innocent, then I went to high school. It was there that I was corrupted...yeah right.
Conversation
Friend: "That apple was really good." (I got a caramel apple and shared)
Me: "I know, it was good."
Friend: "I think I liked the nuts they put on it."
Me: ..sitting quietly..
Friend: "Well, I think that's because I like anything with nuts."
Me: "Really, do I have to comment? You left that one wide open. Do I have to say anything?"
Friend: "Oh shut-up, you talk like that all the time." (I actually don't, I typically curse all the time)
This was with the same friend that explained to me how she got poison ivy on her face while her boyfriend had all over his entire body. I thought I was bad at leaving myself open for sarcastic comments, but I have met the queen now.
Me: "I know, it was good."
Friend: "I think I liked the nuts they put on it."
Me: ..sitting quietly..
Friend: "Well, I think that's because I like anything with nuts."
Me: "Really, do I have to comment? You left that one wide open. Do I have to say anything?"
Friend: "Oh shut-up, you talk like that all the time." (I actually don't, I typically curse all the time)
This was with the same friend that explained to me how she got poison ivy on her face while her boyfriend had all over his entire body. I thought I was bad at leaving myself open for sarcastic comments, but I have met the queen now.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I've Already had a Visitor
After talking to J last night by webcam (probably our best purchase yet), I went in the kitchen to start picking up. It was about 9:30pm and I had to empty the dishwasher and then reload it. I emptied everything out, spun around to the sink to rinse the dirty dishes and something caught my eye. I had a visitor. I used the flyswatter to scoop him up and put him back outside where he belonged. Given that he was a slug, it just reinforces why you should never allow your children to lick the flyswatter.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
This Weekend
I am so emotionally drained right now that I'm not sure how much I can write or how much of it will make sense...
Friday Night
Nothing spectacular happened. We spent the afternoon and early evening shopping and changing things like J's driver's license address before he left town.
Saturday
We took the kids for a day at Chuck E Cheese. I have discovered that this is slightly more difficult now that Aiden is almost two. We used to be able to sit by the "baby" area and he'd occupy himself and the other two roamed free and checked in on occasion. Now, Aiden seems to think that he too should roam free. I paid for the refillable salad to only get half a plate. That sucks!!
Saturday Night
Saturday night was the Marine Corps Birthday Ball. It was enjoyable. I was lucky enough to find a top at Kohl's for only $12 and that was highlight of the outfit. Everything else I wore I pulled from my closet. The meal was wonderful and even with all the sorted jokes between us and my mother, I was able to hold my meal down. I love the fact that I can now say that I have tasteless jokes with my mother. As a child she was very proper and made sure not to say "shit" around her children. Isn't that funny considering I now have a mouth that would make most sailors blush?
Sunday
Today is the day that J left. We spent the entire morning and better part of the day packing and tying up loose ends. The day seemed to drag, but before we knew it we were looking at each other saying "Okay, we've only got about an hour. What else needs to be done?" I think we successfully sent him off not missing any body parts or things that are important.
Sunday Night
I sit here emotionally drained. I already miss him and we've only been apart for about 4.5 hours. We just spoke about a half hour ago. The plane ride was bumpy, but they landed safely. He checked into the hotel and told me what a large bed it had and a backdoor that opened to the courtyard. He better enjoy it this week, because I'm not so sure his accommodations down south will be that sweet. He asked how all the kids were and I had to keep from crying while talking to him. I know we'll all be fine, but it was hard sending him off. I'm sure that by tomorrow I'll be so busy with kids and work and kids that I won't have time to cry, but it felt good to get it out today.
That's all I can write for tonight. I'm tired.
Friday Night
Nothing spectacular happened. We spent the afternoon and early evening shopping and changing things like J's driver's license address before he left town.
Saturday
We took the kids for a day at Chuck E Cheese. I have discovered that this is slightly more difficult now that Aiden is almost two. We used to be able to sit by the "baby" area and he'd occupy himself and the other two roamed free and checked in on occasion. Now, Aiden seems to think that he too should roam free. I paid for the refillable salad to only get half a plate. That sucks!!
Saturday Night
Saturday night was the Marine Corps Birthday Ball. It was enjoyable. I was lucky enough to find a top at Kohl's for only $12 and that was highlight of the outfit. Everything else I wore I pulled from my closet. The meal was wonderful and even with all the sorted jokes between us and my mother, I was able to hold my meal down. I love the fact that I can now say that I have tasteless jokes with my mother. As a child she was very proper and made sure not to say "shit" around her children. Isn't that funny considering I now have a mouth that would make most sailors blush?
Sunday
Today is the day that J left. We spent the entire morning and better part of the day packing and tying up loose ends. The day seemed to drag, but before we knew it we were looking at each other saying "Okay, we've only got about an hour. What else needs to be done?" I think we successfully sent him off not missing any body parts or things that are important.
Sunday Night
I sit here emotionally drained. I already miss him and we've only been apart for about 4.5 hours. We just spoke about a half hour ago. The plane ride was bumpy, but they landed safely. He checked into the hotel and told me what a large bed it had and a backdoor that opened to the courtyard. He better enjoy it this week, because I'm not so sure his accommodations down south will be that sweet. He asked how all the kids were and I had to keep from crying while talking to him. I know we'll all be fine, but it was hard sending him off. I'm sure that by tomorrow I'll be so busy with kids and work and kids that I won't have time to cry, but it felt good to get it out today.
That's all I can write for tonight. I'm tired.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
How to Get Your Husband to Leave (Shaking His Head)
Ask him...
"Would you like to know how much corn I've pooped today?"
"Would you like to know how much corn I've pooped today?"
It's Happened
J will be leaving on Sunday for Washington, DC for a week and from there we have not yet been told where he will be going. He should be leaving for roughly 3-4 months with a schedule something similar to 4 weeks on, 1 week off. I don't have all the details yet and as I get them I will share.
I must go take a crap now because that's what my body does when the stress level increases.
I must go take a crap now because that's what my body does when the stress level increases.
