Wow, two posts in one day.
I was doing school with Sarah this morning and Patrick went outside to jump on the trampoline. I only did maybe 10 minutes worth of writing when Patrick comes running in covered in what I assumed to be ash from the grill. (He has done that before-played in the grill.)
So I had to stick him in the tub because he was beyond repair. A quick glance outside didn't alert me to anything too terrible. About 30 minutes later Daddy went outside to start some projects (the same projects he's been working on for about a year coughcough) and starts yelling about how cement got everywhere. Um, cement? Yes, somehow Patrick managed to find a bag of cement, open it, and fling it EVERYWHERE in the shed., All of the Christmas decorations were ashy, the tools, the floor was like a cement beach.
So hubby spent the next 3 hours emptying and cleaning the cement off of our belongings while I kept the kids inside (read: out of the way). I put away a load of dishes from the dishwasher and was re-loading it with the few things that had accumulated from the morning when I grabbed a plastic cup that was on its side. I didn't give it a second thought; I had no reason to. I just picked it up carelessly to set it in the washer. Big mistake-this soggy glob of wetness flung in my face;l I was temporarily blinded by this horrible goop from the sink. I had no idea what it was yet, but my mind was playing all kinds of tricks on me-I was picturing festering drain gunk as I was rubbing at my eyes and stumbling around...actually, stumbling backwards...right into a tiny puddle of leftover hot dog water. Which I promptly slipped on and fell into. I still reek of hot dog. Yuck!
For the record-the substance in the cup was unwanted pop-tart.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Clean House? Nope!
The past few weeks I have been catching Luke doing a lot of pushing chairs up to the counter so he can climb up and get into everything. Occasionally, he climbs up for the sole purpose of cleaning. Yup, cleaning. If there is a paper towel on the floor he will use it to spot clean the tile. If there's laundry scattered about he will put it in the appropriate "pile". He is me. Here he is sneaking doughnuts and washing dishes, respectively:
Sometimes scrubbing the sink requires actually sitting in said sink:
Luke also likes playing in the car. This is 100% my hubby's fault because he thinks it is okay to open the car doors and let the children play while he wanders around the yard. So whenever we play outside I have to battle with the kids because"daddy lets them". Here is just one example of why letting children play in cars is a stupid idea: BBQ sauce fingerpaint. 
I am often told by friends who come over to our house that it is "clean," or even that I am a "neat freak". I wold like to take this opportunity to set the record straight: I decided to clean behind the entertainment center and found this. I am particularly disturbed by the unfamiliar substance on the lower right. I have closely examined this and cannot figure out what it could be. It resembles cat puke, but I am positive it's not. Not play-doh, not food, not gum. It's a mystery. So there it is, folks. The proof that my house is nastier than yours! :) See, I am not a clean freak. And apparently I have no shame either since I am willing to post such a disgusting photo.
Monday, October 18, 2010
So THAT'S what a "weekend" is!?
I don't know if other moms out there feel like this, but to me a Saturday may as well be a Monday or Thursday...my kids don't go to public school and my husband VERY rarely has a weekend day off. My routine pretty much stays the same from day to day. So I do not grasp the excitement people feel for The Weekend.
Until this past weekend, that is! It was awesome! The kids and I drove my brother to the airport. He stayed at our house for a month so we were all ready to say our goodbyes. After we dropped him off we went to visit a friend of ours whom we have not seen in about three years. By some miracle we were able to spend the entire afternoon with our buddy, whom is usually extremely busy, at a beautiful park where there were two separate playgrounds and a shallow stream that ran through with many bridges for the kids to cross and play on. The day could not have been more perfect-God is good! The children took off their shoes and played in the water, got completely filthy, added grass stains to their outfits: just perfect! You can measure the amount of fun a child has had by the amount of filth on their clothes and body. My kids had a BLAST.
After the park we all decided we were hungry and went to eat. Then we brought our friend home, washed up, put jammies on and loaded back up in the car for the hour and fifteen minute ride home. After years of sleep deprivation I have become a bit neurotic about my bedtime routine. I have done this many, many times (dress the kids for bed so they fall asleep in the car), and it always works flawlessly. I am a bedtime genius. I left at 7:15, which is the exact time I would get the kids to bed if we had been home. All they had to do was fall asleep and I would move them to their beds when we arrived home.
About 20 minutes into the ride I looked in the mirror with satisfaction as Sarah's eyes closed. A quick check on Patrick showed he was not far behind-he looked as if his eyes were shut and he had big blue eyes painted on his eyelids. I swear I kept watching him and that child never blinked once. (lol) Luke, of course, had blood-curdling screams coming out lasting the *entire* ride, save the last 15 minutes. So my plan back-fired for the first time: Sarah slept long enough that she felt rested up, Patrick just stared the whole way so I assume his brain shut off as if he were asleep and resting, and Luke kept himself awake by screaming.
We walked inside at 8:30 and the kids were in great spirits...I was not so happy. I made them a bed in the living room (they wanted to camp out) genuinely thinking they would fall asleep watching TV. WRONG AGAIN. They partied like I have never seen them. They were awake at 10:30 when my hubby got home from work. They were awake when said hubby and myself realized we could no longer stay awake. I took the baby into bed with me because (thankfully) he was ready for sleep. They were even awake at 12:30 when I came out to check on them. Daddy was passed out on the living room floor and Sarah and Patrick were watching Pirates of the Caribbean (I still don't know how she learned to use the DVR!?) and had sugar cookies scattered about. Sarah was holding a butter knife covered in orange Halloween icing. Between them was the container of frosting. At that point I didn't really care anymore and simply turned around and went back to bed. At 1:30 am I checked again and the cookies were cleaned up (or more likely eaten), and the rugrats were FINALLY asleep. I couldn't believe they stayed up so late; that is a first!
Sunday was fun, too-Rick got off work at 2 o'clock and was able to come home for supper with us. Patrick turned 4 years old that day so I made him pirate cupcakes (he is obsessed) for after the birthday dinner he requested: corn and macaroni and cheese. They all went to bed at their normal time I'm happy to report. Daddy laid down with them since it was a special occasion (birthdays and holidays are the only time he ever puts them to bed; the rest of the year it's mommy), and while we tucked them in we told Patrick his birth story, which we do every year for each of them. This was the first year he really understood what his birth story meant and that was special for me because I truly consider it an honor and a gift from God to be a mother-no matter what I blog about. ;) He had lots of questions and Sarah had a few too. After we were done talking I left with baby Luke and counted down the minutes until Rick gave up and came strolling out with two wound up kids behind him. 13 minutes. He lasted longer than he normally does.
We had ourselves a fantastic weekend; I am grateful for our many blessings. :)
Until this past weekend, that is! It was awesome! The kids and I drove my brother to the airport. He stayed at our house for a month so we were all ready to say our goodbyes. After we dropped him off we went to visit a friend of ours whom we have not seen in about three years. By some miracle we were able to spend the entire afternoon with our buddy, whom is usually extremely busy, at a beautiful park where there were two separate playgrounds and a shallow stream that ran through with many bridges for the kids to cross and play on. The day could not have been more perfect-God is good! The children took off their shoes and played in the water, got completely filthy, added grass stains to their outfits: just perfect! You can measure the amount of fun a child has had by the amount of filth on their clothes and body. My kids had a BLAST.
After the park we all decided we were hungry and went to eat. Then we brought our friend home, washed up, put jammies on and loaded back up in the car for the hour and fifteen minute ride home. After years of sleep deprivation I have become a bit neurotic about my bedtime routine. I have done this many, many times (dress the kids for bed so they fall asleep in the car), and it always works flawlessly. I am a bedtime genius. I left at 7:15, which is the exact time I would get the kids to bed if we had been home. All they had to do was fall asleep and I would move them to their beds when we arrived home.
About 20 minutes into the ride I looked in the mirror with satisfaction as Sarah's eyes closed. A quick check on Patrick showed he was not far behind-he looked as if his eyes were shut and he had big blue eyes painted on his eyelids. I swear I kept watching him and that child never blinked once. (lol) Luke, of course, had blood-curdling screams coming out lasting the *entire* ride, save the last 15 minutes. So my plan back-fired for the first time: Sarah slept long enough that she felt rested up, Patrick just stared the whole way so I assume his brain shut off as if he were asleep and resting, and Luke kept himself awake by screaming.
We walked inside at 8:30 and the kids were in great spirits...I was not so happy. I made them a bed in the living room (they wanted to camp out) genuinely thinking they would fall asleep watching TV. WRONG AGAIN. They partied like I have never seen them. They were awake at 10:30 when my hubby got home from work. They were awake when said hubby and myself realized we could no longer stay awake. I took the baby into bed with me because (thankfully) he was ready for sleep. They were even awake at 12:30 when I came out to check on them. Daddy was passed out on the living room floor and Sarah and Patrick were watching Pirates of the Caribbean (I still don't know how she learned to use the DVR!?) and had sugar cookies scattered about. Sarah was holding a butter knife covered in orange Halloween icing. Between them was the container of frosting. At that point I didn't really care anymore and simply turned around and went back to bed. At 1:30 am I checked again and the cookies were cleaned up (or more likely eaten), and the rugrats were FINALLY asleep. I couldn't believe they stayed up so late; that is a first!
Sunday was fun, too-Rick got off work at 2 o'clock and was able to come home for supper with us. Patrick turned 4 years old that day so I made him pirate cupcakes (he is obsessed) for after the birthday dinner he requested: corn and macaroni and cheese. They all went to bed at their normal time I'm happy to report. Daddy laid down with them since it was a special occasion (birthdays and holidays are the only time he ever puts them to bed; the rest of the year it's mommy), and while we tucked them in we told Patrick his birth story, which we do every year for each of them. This was the first year he really understood what his birth story meant and that was special for me because I truly consider it an honor and a gift from God to be a mother-no matter what I blog about. ;) He had lots of questions and Sarah had a few too. After we were done talking I left with baby Luke and counted down the minutes until Rick gave up and came strolling out with two wound up kids behind him. 13 minutes. He lasted longer than he normally does.
We had ourselves a fantastic weekend; I am grateful for our many blessings. :)
Monday, October 11, 2010
Writing Style...?
I saw this on a friend's blog (Thanks, Jessica!) and found it interesting. This is a true story: I knew my result before I even hit "Submit". This leaves me with a dozen unanswered questions...Has my writing technique been stolen this whole time I've been "writing"!?...Have I been influenced so heavily that I've subconsciencly picked up this style?...Is it possible I was simply drawn to this author because we are both brilliant? Did I alter my mind forever the moment I picked up one of his novels before my age hit double digits? Hmmm...this is the stuff that will keep me awake at night.
(P.S. I have read nearly every book he has written-including his alter egos-I also own a bookshelf that is dedicated to King novels. Perhaps I should channel other writers for a while.....)
(P.S. I have read nearly every book he has written-including his alter egos-I also own a bookshelf that is dedicated to King novels. Perhaps I should channel other writers for a while.....)
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