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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
"Not Me!" Monday.
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
This was a fantasmic week for me. I was the perfect model of a Proverbs 31 wife and mother! And here's the list of things that did NOT happen at my house this week...
I, in fact, did not in a fit of pique get SO frustrated with myself over my weight and the horrible fit of a really cute (but old) button down dress that I screamed to(at) my husband, "I have absolutely NOTHING TO WEAR!" while I tore the dress off my body sending buttons flying around the room. I was not less than amused and completely embarrassed later in the week when my baby brought me one of the buttons he found somewhere on the floor. It was just like a scene in a really bad movie and I am SO GLAD that was not me!!!
I do not spend so much time on my computer during the day that my 3 year old asks me to see pictures of "Mck Nugget" and "Small Fry" and "those other guys". He also did not ask me to call him "Small Fry" this week, and to call his baby brother "Mck Nugget". When he looked questioningly at me and asked what we should call me, I did NOT say, "Mck Mama!" We did not list the other family members and assign them Mck names. That so did NOT happen at this house! That would make me a freakish bloggy stalker, which is so not me! (Note: truly, I was just playing along with my son who is facinated by the bright clothes on the cute children of my favorite blog and is curious about their names.)
I did not accomplish absolutely nothing this week, including practicing the piano. I would never spend the money to take lessons and then not practice even once in the last week. That would be wasteful and poor stewardship of both my money and my talent. I do not have huge hang-ups over my musical talent that I need to work through because over 20 years ago I allowed a 'friend' to completely undermine my self-confidence in my God-given talent and love for music. My biggest fear is not that I may find out that I do actually suck. Nope, not me!
My husband was not so distraught over my earlier button-flinging, dress-ripping, fat-loathing fit of pique that he spent most of our day alone on Saturday taking me shopping to remedy my wardrobe woes. I did not spend most of that time crying because it is truly so depressing for me to shop that I couldn't shut off the tears. I did not stand in my holey sweatshirt and 3 inch too short jeans and cry in front of the Nordstrom saleslady. I do not secretly dream that my friends will have the mercy to nominate me for the TLC show "What Not To Wear!" just so I could finally find someone to hold my hand while shopping and help me find clothes that actually fit! I do not hold myself to such a high moral standard that even thinking about fashion causes me guilt because it's so materialistic and worldly. And it totally did NOT feel wonderful to wear new clothes today and be COMPLIMENTED on how stylish I looked. That must've been a dream because that's so NOT ME!
I can't wait to read what didn't happen at your house this week. Please, feel free to leave a coment!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What He Means.
It took me awhile when Kevin asked me to watch "Cake Guy" to figure out what he meant. He says, "You know, where the cake guys fall down?" So, I popped over to Cake Wrecks to see if it was a cake he'd seen. It was then that it dawned on me (slowly) what he was asking for....
I give you "Cake Guy!"
I give you "Cake Guy!"
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Home Alone.
******** UPDATE ********
The man was trying to serve us papers. He saw Letha and thought she was an adult(puh-leez) which is why he was being SO persistent. The company serving us papers called Todd today at work and he figured it out. The man perfectly matched the description Letha gave.
I'm very relieved. Sure, I think he's an idiot to think my little girl looks like an adult, but at least I know he wasn't a SICK-O, and had a valid reason for persisting. I do hope that the company tells him that he frightened a little girl and that he needs to be more careful in the future.
I can't wait to explain it to Letha when she gets home from school. I know she'll be relieved too.
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We had church tonight. As we were leaving Letha was throwing a big fit and threatening her brother, so I made her stay home.
About 7:45 she called me, crying. A man had come to the door and rang the bell. Letha looked out the living room window (above and to the right of the front door) and the man made eye contact with her. He then continued to ring the bell and knock on the door for long enough to completely unnerve her.
When she called all I could get from her was that there was a man at the door that would not go away. So, I had her hang up and dial 911. In the meantime I called Todd (who was elsewhere in the church) and sent him home. Then I called her back and stayed on the phone with her until the police arrived. By the time I called her back, the man had gone.
She did great. She gave a good description of the man to the police and they scanned the neighborhood looking for him. When Todd got home they talked to him and told him there had been several complaints in the area of solicitations after dark. (I guess that's a no-no, ???)
What bothers me most about this is that the man continued to ring the bell and knock on the door after he saw her. What kind of sales person would be so rude/persistent? Obviously a young girl is NOT going to open the door for a strange man. Which leads me to believe that he couldn't have been legit and that his motives were sinister, which just makes me really ANGRY! (and scared) Who knows.
She's safe. We have no answers about who or why (but I will be talking to my neighbors). I'm proud of her for handling it and calling when she got uncomfortable. And the police know to be on the lookout, in case. And I've hugged and held her tight. I suspect she may have a tough night tonight. We'll see.
The man was trying to serve us papers. He saw Letha and thought she was an adult(puh-leez) which is why he was being SO persistent. The company serving us papers called Todd today at work and he figured it out. The man perfectly matched the description Letha gave.
I'm very relieved. Sure, I think he's an idiot to think my little girl looks like an adult, but at least I know he wasn't a SICK-O, and had a valid reason for persisting. I do hope that the company tells him that he frightened a little girl and that he needs to be more careful in the future.
I can't wait to explain it to Letha when she gets home from school. I know she'll be relieved too.
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We had church tonight. As we were leaving Letha was throwing a big fit and threatening her brother, so I made her stay home.
About 7:45 she called me, crying. A man had come to the door and rang the bell. Letha looked out the living room window (above and to the right of the front door) and the man made eye contact with her. He then continued to ring the bell and knock on the door for long enough to completely unnerve her.
When she called all I could get from her was that there was a man at the door that would not go away. So, I had her hang up and dial 911. In the meantime I called Todd (who was elsewhere in the church) and sent him home. Then I called her back and stayed on the phone with her until the police arrived. By the time I called her back, the man had gone.
She did great. She gave a good description of the man to the police and they scanned the neighborhood looking for him. When Todd got home they talked to him and told him there had been several complaints in the area of solicitations after dark. (I guess that's a no-no, ???)
What bothers me most about this is that the man continued to ring the bell and knock on the door after he saw her. What kind of sales person would be so rude/persistent? Obviously a young girl is NOT going to open the door for a strange man. Which leads me to believe that he couldn't have been legit and that his motives were sinister, which just makes me really ANGRY! (and scared) Who knows.
She's safe. We have no answers about who or why (but I will be talking to my neighbors). I'm proud of her for handling it and calling when she got uncomfortable. And the police know to be on the lookout, in case. And I've hugged and held her tight. I suspect she may have a tough night tonight. We'll see.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Cutest Little Kiss.
I love babies. I would keep having them if a) I weren't getting old b) we had more room in our car and house and c) we were independently wealthy and could afford to raise them without money issues. At this very moment, if it were an option, I would be trying for #6 as I feel like my babies are slipping away. Instead, I am trying to treasure up the moments I have left of these 2 little boys before they become children, then preteens, then teenagers and all too soon, adults! To that end I post this little story...
Izaak hasn't ever quite figured out the timing of the smack of a kiss. Sometimes it's early, sometimes late, but most often it's non-existent. The other day I asked him for a kiss and he put his lips to my cheek and instead of smacking he whispered something. I repeated my request several times, each time getting the same response, which helped me figure it out. Everytime I asked for a kiss and he put his lips to my cheek, he was whispering, "Kissy"! My heart just melted with the sweetness of it!
I don't know how long it will last before he starts kissing with smacks, but I intended to treasure every single one of those whispered kissies!
******************Update****************
Just had to add these pictures from today when Izaak fell asleep right before lunch. Poor baby, he was SO tired.
Izaak hasn't ever quite figured out the timing of the smack of a kiss. Sometimes it's early, sometimes late, but most often it's non-existent. The other day I asked him for a kiss and he put his lips to my cheek and instead of smacking he whispered something. I repeated my request several times, each time getting the same response, which helped me figure it out. Everytime I asked for a kiss and he put his lips to my cheek, he was whispering, "Kissy"! My heart just melted with the sweetness of it!
I don't know how long it will last before he starts kissing with smacks, but I intended to treasure every single one of those whispered kissies!
******************Update****************
Just had to add these pictures from today when Izaak fell asleep right before lunch. Poor baby, he was SO tired.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"Not Me!" Monday.
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
I am totally a night person and with the exception of LOVING to snuggle with my children in the mornings, I could do without mornings altogether. This week there was not a day when my 3 year old woke that I went and released him from his locked bedroom and brought him to my room to "snuggle" so that I could get a few more winks before officially starting the day. On this particular morning the baby was not awake, playing nicely in his crib, and I did not decide to continue sleeping for as long as he was playing quietly and not crying. I could have been dreaming, but I'm pretty sure that was not me!
The baby did not start crying about a half and hour later, and I did not delay in going to get him for long enough that he climbed up and flopped himself out of the crib. He did not go into the hall and stand crying at my bedroom door. My 3 year old was not the one that opened my door to let him in while I continued to lounge in bed. You know that would have been completely lazy and irresponsible. Totally, not me!
After snuggling with the baby, calming him down and checking him over for bruises, I did not take him back into his room, put him in his crib and ask him to show me how he climbed out. He didn't stand up on the crib toy he had pulled off the rails and get just enough extra height to be able to push his body over the top of the rail only to stop and begin crying because he was terrified of falling out of the crib again. I did not further traumatize him by laying on the floor under him and try coaxing him to go ahead and take the fall. He was not so cute trying to please me that he made a few more attempts, each resulting in him deciding not to do it a crying because he wanted to please me but was scared. Who would do that to a BABY? Not me!!!
I have not slept for weeks on sheets that have holes in them just because they are the only flannel sheets we have and I refuse to put the 'cold' sheets on the bed. The quilt on my bed is also not looking shredded. When I went to Wally-world to finally replace them they were all out of flannel sheets, but had, on clearance, some nice, thick fleece sheets. I didn't buy them or a new quilt. When my husband got in bed that night he didn't make the comment that it felt like slipping into a marshmallow. I did NOT immediately strip down and climb in bed to check it out myself, and I did not completely agree with him! We are not now obsessed with our "marshmallow bed"! I did not ask him in church this morning if he'd like to be napping in "marshmallow bed" and he did not say "YES!" We did not manipulate our afternoon just to make sure we could get there. We're SO NOT obsessed! Not US!
I am not typing this post from the "Marshmallow bed"!
Now it will not be harder to get myself out of bed in the mornings when the little boys wake up! Not for me!
PS. I did NOT do the hand jive in choir this morning in front of everyone while the orchestra played a groovy tune. Wouldn't that be immature!?! So glad that was not me!!!
I am totally a night person and with the exception of LOVING to snuggle with my children in the mornings, I could do without mornings altogether. This week there was not a day when my 3 year old woke that I went and released him from his locked bedroom and brought him to my room to "snuggle" so that I could get a few more winks before officially starting the day. On this particular morning the baby was not awake, playing nicely in his crib, and I did not decide to continue sleeping for as long as he was playing quietly and not crying. I could have been dreaming, but I'm pretty sure that was not me!
The baby did not start crying about a half and hour later, and I did not delay in going to get him for long enough that he climbed up and flopped himself out of the crib. He did not go into the hall and stand crying at my bedroom door. My 3 year old was not the one that opened my door to let him in while I continued to lounge in bed. You know that would have been completely lazy and irresponsible. Totally, not me!
After snuggling with the baby, calming him down and checking him over for bruises, I did not take him back into his room, put him in his crib and ask him to show me how he climbed out. He didn't stand up on the crib toy he had pulled off the rails and get just enough extra height to be able to push his body over the top of the rail only to stop and begin crying because he was terrified of falling out of the crib again. I did not further traumatize him by laying on the floor under him and try coaxing him to go ahead and take the fall. He was not so cute trying to please me that he made a few more attempts, each resulting in him deciding not to do it a crying because he wanted to please me but was scared. Who would do that to a BABY? Not me!!!
I have not slept for weeks on sheets that have holes in them just because they are the only flannel sheets we have and I refuse to put the 'cold' sheets on the bed. The quilt on my bed is also not looking shredded. When I went to Wally-world to finally replace them they were all out of flannel sheets, but had, on clearance, some nice, thick fleece sheets. I didn't buy them or a new quilt. When my husband got in bed that night he didn't make the comment that it felt like slipping into a marshmallow. I did NOT immediately strip down and climb in bed to check it out myself, and I did not completely agree with him! We are not now obsessed with our "marshmallow bed"! I did not ask him in church this morning if he'd like to be napping in "marshmallow bed" and he did not say "YES!" We did not manipulate our afternoon just to make sure we could get there. We're SO NOT obsessed! Not US!
I am not typing this post from the "Marshmallow bed"!
Now it will not be harder to get myself out of bed in the mornings when the little boys wake up! Not for me!
PS. I did NOT do the hand jive in choir this morning in front of everyone while the orchestra played a groovy tune. Wouldn't that be immature!?! So glad that was not me!!!
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