I am SO ready for fall! It's been beautiful here, very cool for a MO August, and our house feels perfect, with just the windows down. There's something so calming about a slightly chilly house, sitting on a comfy chair or couch, and drinking coffee slowly in the mornings. It's so perfect, pretty much my favorite thing. Of course, the 6 month old rolling around the floor squealing, and the 20 month old shrieking and running around her does harsh my mellow somewhat. It's still a good morning.
What is that smell? Ugh, hold on a sec...okay I'm back. How did Sammy get undigested bananas IN his diaper? Oh well, that's a question for another day. Now where was I?
Oh yeah, morning. And fall. And happiness. Another good thing about the year progressing is the return of my hubsy wubsy (don't tell him I called him that, he thinks that's just reserved for our alone times). Yeah, only a few short (:-/) months left, and he'll be home, and our little family unit will be complete again. Yup, it's the American Dream, a mommy, a daddy, 2 kids, a white story and a half with no white picket fence, no dog.
But we are quickly approaching my favorite time of the year...fall! We are going to be BUSY too...next month is a friend's wedding and my sister's birthday, and we are going to try and schedule a shopping time in KC for her birthday, which will be fun. We are going to meet my friend Molly there, too, because it's HER birthday, too, and we are all going to Cheesecake Factory! Yay!
I wonder how soon they will start coming out with fall/Thanksgiving/Christmas themed snack cakes and cookies? Hubs is a sucker for that sort of thing, and he'd love them in his care packages! That's what makes him feel fall-y, too!
Alright, I'm outie! We're gonna walk around the block or three!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Rachael Ray I ain't
So, our friends, James and Aja, and their three kids came over for dinner tonight. Last time we got together, Aja brought the food and it was tasty and good and not burnt or weird tasting at all. I volunteered to make the food this time thinking, "well, I usually can turn out an edible meal."
My sister Katie and I decided to make pizza, but made two major mistakes. The first mistake was hers. I was going to make a homemade crust but she said she knew of a pre-made that was really good, so we went to get it at the store. They didn't have it, so we picked up something else instead. It looked and tasted like cardboard.
The second mistake was mine. For some reason, I decided that goat cheese would be really good on pizza. It isn't. It tastes like feet.
Beyond that, our oven bakes a little hot, apparently. 6 minutes into a 10 minute long bake, it turned into cajun-blackened pizza.
You know when you leave a shoe store with new shoes, you sometimes put the old shoes in the box so you can walk out of the store with the new shoes? Well, my pizza tasted like I brought home that box and lit it on fire. Yum.
Well, long story not so short, Katie and Gabe went to Wally World and picked up a summer sausage, some cheese, bread, and grapes. It was okay. I'll just eat bread and cheese and pre-cooked meat for the rest of my life.
My sister Katie and I decided to make pizza, but made two major mistakes. The first mistake was hers. I was going to make a homemade crust but she said she knew of a pre-made that was really good, so we went to get it at the store. They didn't have it, so we picked up something else instead. It looked and tasted like cardboard.
The second mistake was mine. For some reason, I decided that goat cheese would be really good on pizza. It isn't. It tastes like feet.
Beyond that, our oven bakes a little hot, apparently. 6 minutes into a 10 minute long bake, it turned into cajun-blackened pizza.
You know when you leave a shoe store with new shoes, you sometimes put the old shoes in the box so you can walk out of the store with the new shoes? Well, my pizza tasted like I brought home that box and lit it on fire. Yum.
Well, long story not so short, Katie and Gabe went to Wally World and picked up a summer sausage, some cheese, bread, and grapes. It was okay. I'll just eat bread and cheese and pre-cooked meat for the rest of my life.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My life so far
We've all seen it, the Disney-type live action movies where a small child is pitted against some hardened criminals for some reason (think Home Alone), and his/her only response is to booby trap the house/tree house/backyard/construction site/Central Park in order to escape or teach the criminals a lesson.
There's a specific scene where the criminal opens a door and a hammer swings down and hits him in the face, or something to that effect, or they start to go up stairs and little marbles come pouring down, causing him to fall on his face. That happened to me today.
I was feeding Jubee and my sister came downstairs, leaving the door cracked open. Sammy sees his opening and darts upstairs, while I, innocently, feed the baby in the next room assuming that Sammy is watching Pocoyo. But then I hear tiny fast little pattering coming from upstairs, yeah, Sammy sounds like a cross between mice and an elephant. So, leaving the baby with my sister, I open the door to go up the stairs...
...and...
...I stand horrified, mouth agape, as a ball bounces down the stairs and hits me in the head. Sammy stands at the top of the stairs giggling. Yeah, I'm Joe Pesci and Sammy is McCallay Culkin.
This is a positive evolution of our mother/son relationship, right?
There's a specific scene where the criminal opens a door and a hammer swings down and hits him in the face, or something to that effect, or they start to go up stairs and little marbles come pouring down, causing him to fall on his face. That happened to me today.
I was feeding Jubee and my sister came downstairs, leaving the door cracked open. Sammy sees his opening and darts upstairs, while I, innocently, feed the baby in the next room assuming that Sammy is watching Pocoyo. But then I hear tiny fast little pattering coming from upstairs, yeah, Sammy sounds like a cross between mice and an elephant. So, leaving the baby with my sister, I open the door to go up the stairs...
...and...
...I stand horrified, mouth agape, as a ball bounces down the stairs and hits me in the head. Sammy stands at the top of the stairs giggling. Yeah, I'm Joe Pesci and Sammy is McCallay Culkin.
This is a positive evolution of our mother/son relationship, right?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
In Dino Veritas
Yup, so I'm sitting on the couch, on AIM with my sweet hubs, and watching a Sliders episode with my sister and bro-in-law. Cam and I are IMing about the X-Files. And I'm watching a Sliders episode. About dinosaurs. In an alternate universe.
I'm on nerd-overload.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Mornings
I love mornings. Most mornings anyway. We sit around, eat breakfast at our leisure, watch some inane cartoon, Sammy climbs on the couch (usually in a pretty dangerous manner).
We play. Jubee is starting to eat breakfast with me and Sam, so now I'm cleaning up TWO kids covered in bananas every morning. Nice.
Today, my 11-year-old sister Ruth is over and we are gonna have a Potty Training Day. Now, I know Sammy is too young to "get" it, but we are gonna get him used to the idea by putting him on the potty every 20-30 minutes. If he goes in the potty, we'll give him a treat (I think we have marshmallows). I think this'll be fun, he likes his cheap froggy potty.
All-in-all, lazy mornings and good breakfasts and coffee and messes and lovely wonderful babies make for the beginning of good days! Now, if daddy would just get home....
We play. Jubee is starting to eat breakfast with me and Sam, so now I'm cleaning up TWO kids covered in bananas every morning. Nice.
Today, my 11-year-old sister Ruth is over and we are gonna have a Potty Training Day. Now, I know Sammy is too young to "get" it, but we are gonna get him used to the idea by putting him on the potty every 20-30 minutes. If he goes in the potty, we'll give him a treat (I think we have marshmallows). I think this'll be fun, he likes his cheap froggy potty.
All-in-all, lazy mornings and good breakfasts and coffee and messes and lovely wonderful babies make for the beginning of good days! Now, if daddy would just get home....
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Glass and Blood
Well, tonight was exciting!
We had my favorite dinner, pretty much...a good loaf of bread, nice cheese, cold chicken, lots of grapes, and the babies and my sister Katie and brother-in-law Gabe and I sat on a sheet on the living room floor and had a picnic while we watched a movie. We NEVER do that...Sammy was confused, he tried to go into the kitchen to climb into his high chair by himself. Then he just ran around stealing all the grapes off everyone else's plates.
It was very nice until Katie accidentally left her glass when Sammy could get to it. I knew if I demanded it or ran across the room to get it from him, he would throw it or run with it or something else dangerous, so I just said nicely, "Sammy, please give that to Mommy." He still thought it was a game, so he ran with it...straight into a wall. Yup, glass everywhere! So I grabbed him quickly, put him on the couch with my sister, and started picking up pieces of glass. Sammy was giggling at me, so I went to him and said firmly, "you give mommy the glass when she asks," or something to that effect, and I swatted his hand gently. Then I realized there was blood everywhere, and freaked out a bit. Anyway, long story not quite so short, a few small cuts, no real damage, except some stains on Sammy's cute PJ shorts. He also does NOT like band-aids, not even the cute Curious George ones I bought. I had to keep him in the bathtub till he stopped bleeding.
It all sounds really stressful, but it wasn't too bad, mostly because Sammy is pretty cute, even when he's being a stinker butt. He didn't cry once, and made bloody handprints in the tub ON PURPOSE. Stinker butt.
Teaching goal for tomorrow: Obedience. Got any tips?
P.S. This automatic spell checker has had a conniption with my plurals. Who's wrong? I dunno, and I don't really care.
We had my favorite dinner, pretty much...a good loaf of bread, nice cheese, cold chicken, lots of grapes, and the babies and my sister Katie and brother-in-law Gabe and I sat on a sheet on the living room floor and had a picnic while we watched a movie. We NEVER do that...Sammy was confused, he tried to go into the kitchen to climb into his high chair by himself. Then he just ran around stealing all the grapes off everyone else's plates.
It was very nice until Katie accidentally left her glass when Sammy could get to it. I knew if I demanded it or ran across the room to get it from him, he would throw it or run with it or something else dangerous, so I just said nicely, "Sammy, please give that to Mommy." He still thought it was a game, so he ran with it...straight into a wall. Yup, glass everywhere! So I grabbed him quickly, put him on the couch with my sister, and started picking up pieces of glass. Sammy was giggling at me, so I went to him and said firmly, "you give mommy the glass when she asks," or something to that effect, and I swatted his hand gently. Then I realized there was blood everywhere, and freaked out a bit. Anyway, long story not quite so short, a few small cuts, no real damage, except some stains on Sammy's cute PJ shorts. He also does NOT like band-aids, not even the cute Curious George ones I bought. I had to keep him in the bathtub till he stopped bleeding.
It all sounds really stressful, but it wasn't too bad, mostly because Sammy is pretty cute, even when he's being a stinker butt. He didn't cry once, and made bloody handprints in the tub ON PURPOSE. Stinker butt.
Teaching goal for tomorrow: Obedience. Got any tips?
P.S. This automatic spell checker has had a conniption with my plurals. Who's wrong? I dunno, and I don't really care.
I'm a Blogger!
I had an epiphany last night.
Someone sent me the link to a blog on Facebook, so I read it. Up until this point I had assumed that blogs were rants about how awful your day was dealing with your snotty kids. Don't get me wrong, I could totally do that, but who would want to read it? No one, that's who. I wouldn't even want to read about it, and they are MY snotty kids. But this blog, the one linked to me last night made me realize that good blogs were not rants, they were a written form of stand-up comedy. Suddenly a new world opened up to me. I realized that all of my friend's blogs that I followed were quirky and funny and even when they had a serious post, it was okay, it was just a break in the fun, not an angstful standard. "I can do that," I said to myself, and here I am.
The funny thing is, I typed in the only blog site I knew and I already had a profile set up...last use dated to April 2008. Huh.
So, you're thinking about following my blog? Well, there are a few things you should know, in no particular order...
1. I am a SLACKER mom, but "slacker mom blog" had already been taken. It's worse than you could imagine.
2. I am a BUSY mom. It has taken me over an hour so far to type this little bit, even though I type 75+ wpm. While I've been typing, I've also been cleaning up breakfast dishes, changing dirty diapers, and putting my 6-month old down for a nap. My 20-month old son is currently trying to figure out a way to wedge himself between the couch and wall, and will probably succeed fairly soon. Nope, he was able to climb onto the back of the couch, and stand on a window sill, where he is hanging from the top of the bottom pane. And now has thrown himself onto the couch. Well, the couch may not survive, but he will, so it's okay.
3. I LOVE Jesus. I will talk about it, and it will probably annoy you if you don't dig that sort of thing. By love, I don't mean that I listen to Christian radio occasionally, and I've never seen "Fireproof" or read "The Shack" but Jesus is pretty much the most important thing in my life, superseding even my relationships with my husband and children.
4. My husband is in the Army, and deployed to Afghanistan. Yup, so I'm an Army Wife.
5. It's been about 4 years since I graduated college, so my grammar and spelling might not be up to par on occasion. Sorry.
Let me break it down for you. I'm a Bible-thumping stay-at-home mom and Army wife. I could not be more of a conservative stereotype, but I hope I don't seem that way.
Uh, oh, better go, Sammy is eating the Pokey Little Puppy book.
Someone sent me the link to a blog on Facebook, so I read it. Up until this point I had assumed that blogs were rants about how awful your day was dealing with your snotty kids. Don't get me wrong, I could totally do that, but who would want to read it? No one, that's who. I wouldn't even want to read about it, and they are MY snotty kids. But this blog, the one linked to me last night made me realize that good blogs were not rants, they were a written form of stand-up comedy. Suddenly a new world opened up to me. I realized that all of my friend's blogs that I followed were quirky and funny and even when they had a serious post, it was okay, it was just a break in the fun, not an angstful standard. "I can do that," I said to myself, and here I am.
The funny thing is, I typed in the only blog site I knew and I already had a profile set up...last use dated to April 2008. Huh.
So, you're thinking about following my blog? Well, there are a few things you should know, in no particular order...
1. I am a SLACKER mom, but "slacker mom blog" had already been taken. It's worse than you could imagine.
2. I am a BUSY mom. It has taken me over an hour so far to type this little bit, even though I type 75+ wpm. While I've been typing, I've also been cleaning up breakfast dishes, changing dirty diapers, and putting my 6-month old down for a nap. My 20-month old son is currently trying to figure out a way to wedge himself between the couch and wall, and will probably succeed fairly soon. Nope, he was able to climb onto the back of the couch, and stand on a window sill, where he is hanging from the top of the bottom pane. And now has thrown himself onto the couch. Well, the couch may not survive, but he will, so it's okay.
3. I LOVE Jesus. I will talk about it, and it will probably annoy you if you don't dig that sort of thing. By love, I don't mean that I listen to Christian radio occasionally, and I've never seen "Fireproof" or read "The Shack" but Jesus is pretty much the most important thing in my life, superseding even my relationships with my husband and children.
4. My husband is in the Army, and deployed to Afghanistan. Yup, so I'm an Army Wife.
5. It's been about 4 years since I graduated college, so my grammar and spelling might not be up to par on occasion. Sorry.
Let me break it down for you. I'm a Bible-thumping stay-at-home mom and Army wife. I could not be more of a conservative stereotype, but I hope I don't seem that way.
Uh, oh, better go, Sammy is eating the Pokey Little Puppy book.
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