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June 30, 2009 By 5 Comments
I’m still sorta blind.
I’m still really sensitive to light.
My mother flew home this morning.
I have a recheck at the doctor at 10:00.
I hope he gives me more of those glorious pain drops.
My kids are loud and crying that their grandma left.
I want a taco.
Even in the dark my house is full of teeny tiny little lights. Everywhere.
I’m going to Chicago next month!
Traveling by myself scares me.
I’m hoping for a cloudy day.
I’m selling a treadmill and a stroller on Craigslist ~ nobody’s interested.
That’s all.
Filed Under: a list...sorta

It happened with the first two. It was bound to happen with the third.

June 29, 2009 By 9 Comments
This is me. Right now.
And it sucks.

I scratched my eye yesterday while cleaning out my closet (don’t ask) and now I am miserable.

It hurts and it’s oozing and I’m forced to wear a makeshift patch until the eye doctor opens this morning at 9:00.
I’ll go to the eye doctor and say ‘Hey, Doc. Please squirt some of those highly addictive drops in here and let a gal feel better.’
And he’ll say ‘Sorry, Lady. All I can do is put a patch on you just like you had. You’ll just have to suffer until it heals itself – which will be in like a month.’
And I’ll say ‘A month!? You stupid eye man! You can’t make a mother of three suffer for a month. Please help a gal out.’
And he’ll say ‘Nope. I get a secret pleasure watching you stupid people that poke yourselves in the eye suffer. But we are having a sale on eye glass cases if you’re interested?’
And I’ll say ‘You’re a dill hole!’
Then I’ll go home a cry.
Filed Under: doctor visit, eye scratch

Take note, please

June 26, 2009 By 6 Comments

Dear Neighbor Boy,

I know you’re seven and your parents don’t seem to care that you run up and down the street until after 9:00 at night. But, our kids go to bed at 8:00. So, no matter how many nights you come ringing the doorbell after 8:45 they will not be coming out to play. Got it!? And, if your mom would take a break from her tractor and your dad would at some point put on a shirt I’d be happy to pass this message along to them.

Sincerely,
Your Neighbors

Filed Under: letter

Seven

June 25, 2009 By 9 Comments

Seven years ago today I married a bald punk rocker. He wore big combat boots, kept his car a mess, and grossed me out when he ate chicken wings. But, I asked to hold his hand and he instantly became my lobster.

We married in about 7 minutes and had a total of about 7 guests. I was late to the ceremony because I got lost coming down the mountain and he hoped his pacemaker would keep him from fainting. It was perfect.

We began our life together with a new house, no money, and all the hope in the world. It was better than perfect.

Then came three babies in four years, traveling for work, surgeries, colic, cars, loss of people, loss of pets, compromise, and memories.
In seven years we made a family and built a life.
Here’s to building more…
I love you, Hubby.
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I’m thinking he’s the mastermind

June 24, 2009 By 4 Comments
See this kid? This cute kid?
Face of a fauxhawked angel!


My mother, The Grandmother, informed me that she had the following conversation with this child today:

Grandma: Jake, who’s that?
Jake: Monkey, Duckie, and Beak *carrying his nighttime stuffed animals*
Grandma: Are you supposed to have those during the day?
Jake: Mama and Daddy aren’t here.
Grandma: But, are you supposed to have them when it’s not bedtime?
Jake: Mama and Daddy will never know!
Grandma: And, who taught you to be like that?
Jake: You did, Grandma!

Face of a fauxhawked angel? Yea, I’m thinking not.
Filed Under: jake, photos

What I Learned This Week (vol. 11)

June 23, 2009 By 12 Comments

My mother is coming to visit today. She’ll be landing around noon and we all plan to pick her up at that airport.

Even Hubby. He took the day off work just to drive to the airport and pick up his mother-in-law. He does this solely because he refuses to pay the bill for a taxi from the airport to our house knowing that Hell would freeze over before his wife would get on the Interstate ~ even if it was for family.
On that note I thought I’d dedicated this volume of ‘What I Learned This Week’ to my mother. She’ll be here for 7 days. Seven. Days.
  • I learned that I worry more about the cleanliness of my house when my mother comes than I do when my mother-in-law comes.
  • It is never a good idea to schedule your consultation at the Fat Clinic the day your mother flies in ~ it’s not good for the blood pressure.
  • Some people say ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life.’ I say ‘Lots of coffee, Happy Grandma.’
  • Despite the fact that we are both on diets, I’ll probably gain 3 pounds while my mother is here and I’ll tell you why: her peanut butter cookies.
  • It has been quite a while since she has come down for a visit and she’s about to learn exactly how much energy and mischievous ideas are contained in those three little bodies.
Welcome, Mom.
Filed Under: carnival

Father’s Day

June 22, 2009 By 4 Comments
It started on a day in April 2004.


It doubled on a the hottest day of the year in August 2005.


And, it tripled shortly before Christmas 2007.

But, it was a warm day in June 2009 when each of his children declared their love for him with their own words and gestures spoken directly
from their precious little hearts.

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Future engineer or felon?

June 19, 2009 By 1 Comment
I recently walked into the kids bathroom and found a scrub brush, Bendums Bunny, and duct tape on the rug.

I have not seen the Bendums Bunny since, but I did notice a strange resemblance between my son and this guy…

It might be time for a sting operation. The life of Bendums Bunny may depend on it!

Filed Under: photo

Dear Baby: A Mother’s Plea

June 18, 2009 By 9 Comments
Dear Baby Charlotte,
You’re our baby.
We added you to our family knowing that you would be our last baby. We have gone out of our way to savor every moment of it knowing that there would never be another baby in our home. We struggle as we watch you reach new stages and discover new things because we know that it comes with leaving another phase behind.
I plan to let you have a binkie until you’re 12 just because you’re so cute when you have it. I may very well dress you in jumpers and onesies until you reach the age where you lock me out of your room. And, I’ve seriously considered shoving your feet in those horrible Japanese shoes so that they’ll stay small forever and I can kiss their chubbiness when you’re 30. Creepy I know, but you’re my last and your cuteness makes sticking to anything kind of tough.
Which is why I need to ask you a favor. Today I was forced to put you in time out – not once, but twice – for the first time ever. You hit your brother and you smacked your sister upside the head after I told you several times to be nice. While normally they might deserve it, today was the exception. I had to carry your chubby little body over to the time out chair, sit you down, and watch you become the most pathetic, sad, guilt inducing baby ever.

You cried big tears, repeatedly shouted ‘Mommy,’ and curled those fat baby toes over and over again. You looked lonely and sad and I couldn’t take it.
So, I’m asking you now to do me a favor and never misbehave again. Ever. You’ll break my heart enough the day you leave me, so do this for me and we’ll call it even. Okay!? Now, let’s go works some of that magical cuteness on Daddy.

Love,
Mommy
Filed Under: charlotte, letter, photos

A New Old Friend

June 17, 2009 By 2 Comments

Yesterday I got together with my old friend Jennifer. She was kind enough to ask the kids and I to come swimming with her and her babies. We gladly accepted the invitation and ended up having a fabulous time! We spent the morning laughing, chasing babies, applying and reapplying sunscreen and encouraging the kids to share pool toys. The kids, who have only played together once before, got along splendidly. They laughed, bonded, talked, and smuggled rice cake crumbs, bananas, and peaches from our bags. A pretty perfect day in my book.

Jennifer and I met in college and quite possibly had opposing beliefs on everything, but still managed to form a friendship. She and I ended up teaching at the same school right out of college in matching ghetto trailers in the back of the building. We lived within 10 minutes of one another, married our wonderful boys within days of each other, and often spent time together as ‘newlywed friends.’ We brought her and her husband food when they were stuck painting their new house all weekend and they made us a wonderful chicken meal the day we moved in to our new house. We even attended church together for a while as we all explored exactly where we fit.
Jennifer and I lost touch after teaching together for a couple years. She and her husband decided to take on a new adventure that involved moving to join the Air Force and Hubby and I were diving deep into the world of parenting. We went almost 5 years without hearing from one another, but I always wondered what happened to my friend. Luckily, through the magic that is Facebook, we were able to find each other. As it turns out, she and her husband live minutes from my in-laws, have 3 babies just like us, and she stays home with the kids too!
It’s like a kismet friendship.
If that wasn’t enough, she’s also a writer, new to the world of blogging moms. She just started her new blog when her 3rd baby was born six weeks ago.** And, boy is she talented! She has an amazing insight into parenting and a beautiful way of expressing the emotions of it all. I wanted to encourage those of you that read my blog to head over and give her some of that wonderful mommy blog love. Her stories are inspiring and I think she has some important things to say. So, go say hi, send her a cyber hug, and help show her exactly what I mean when I talk to her about the power of the blogging community.
**and for someone that just had a baby 6 weeks ago she sure looked killer in a bathing suit. I only hated her for about 2 seconds before it all turned to envy!
Filed Under: friends