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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Precious Moments

Having 2 HIGHly energetic, passionate, intelligent, and fierce and independent children, it's hard to remember those times where they are just plain sweet. I captured a few of those today that I'd like to share.

Today at lunch, my daughter and I thanked Jesus for our PB&J which honestly I wasn't very thankful for b/c I wanted a club sandwich from Jason's deli. Only problem is that the closest Jason's is about 45 min from my house. I became more thankful when I saw (through closed eyes of course since I was praying) my daughter clasp her hands and bow her head in prayer. After I finished the blessing, she repeated "A-men." I almost cried!

We then had play time while we anxiously watched the minutes tick away before we went to pick up big brother. She must have heard a noise that sounded like the garage door b/c she dropped everything (purse, lipstick, sunglasses, salt/pepper shakers from her kitchen, and truthfully the entire kitchen sink, and she took off toward the garage door squealing "Dadda-dadda-dadda." It broke my heart to see her stand their in anticipation waiting for her father (who was NOT home yet) to open the door.

I decided to distract her by putting her on the potty. After all, she has become QUITE interested lately. I even got the little potty out of hiding, brushed off the cobwebbs and let her have a go. My was she proud of herself even if all she did was sit there with her pants hovering around her little ankles. I took pics which I will try to post on FB soon.

Last but not least, I must admit that I do some super crazy things in the name of entertainment. On the way home from picking brother up, we decided to sing our entire conversation. It was super rewarding (and touched my pride b/c I was turning into crazy mom FOR my children) when my children giggled and continued on with the singing convo. Even the baby was singing. Only her song was all about "Jesus - A-men." My son was super self conscious (must be a 5 year old thing b/c he was never like that before) blushing and all when he sang back. He does have a very lovely singing voice if I do say so myself - unlike his crazy mom!

I have had a wonderful day. It's even more wonderful now that I have the coupons clipped, plans to go out to dinner with adults, and my children have had a LONG nap! Life is good :)

Monday, January 25, 2010

Princess & the Pea

It's official. I've seen signs of it, but after watching her eat a hamburger and gag on the minuscule pieces of fat or gristle in the meat, I'm sure of it. She then proceeded to spit it out of her mouth in pure diva fashion. Seriously, I only buy the best beef around and mostly lean at that. How could she have found something that yucky in it? My daughter IS the princess in the story Princess and the Pea or is she just her mother's daughter?

Sunday, January 24, 2010


Man, you can only hear the joke "why did the chicken cross the road" so many times. Or so I thought. While driving home one day, I heard that joke in so many varieties followed by billows of laughter from my 5 year old son. He cackled so hard it made me laugh too, but I was never so glad to arrive at my destination. In an effort to NEVER hear about the stupid chicken again, I am trying to teach him these jokes:

What do you call a policeman in bed? and undercover cop

What do you get when you put 3 ducks in a box? a box of quackers

What did the boy do after drinking 8 sodas? he burped 7UP

Why did the cookie go to the doctor? b/c he felt crummy

Why was the cookie sad? b/c she had been a wafer so long

What do you call a man with leaves on his head? Russell

What do chickens and bands have in common? drumsticks

How do you find a lost train? follow its tracks

Why did the robber steal the bathtub? to make a clean get away

What does Santa use in his garden? a hoe hoe hoe

What do you get when you cross a snowman and a vampire? frost bite

What do you say if someone takes your cheese? nacho cheese

A man walks into a bar. What does he say? ouch

What do you call a cat who drinks lemonade? a sour puss

If you're American when you go into the bathroom, what are you when you're in there? Euruopean

Why did the boy eat his math test? his teacher told him it was a piece of cake

What place starts with p ends with e and has a million letters in it? post office

What 5 letter word no matter how you say it is always pronounced wrong? wrong

And the best straight from the 5 year old. How do you find a boy? you follow his poop tracks

So maybe it just confused him further or made the problem worsen. I guess I'll find out in the next few days. For now, I'll just enjoy his silly laughter.

Friday, January 22, 2010

A bloody mess

Dear Mr. Meat Guy,

It would be swell if you could drain the blood off the meat before packing it. I realize my meat was once alive, but I'd rather not remember that before I fix it for supper. And I certainly don't enjoy cleaning dried blood out of my fridge. K - thanx!

Thursday, January 21, 2010


How is it even possible to be this frigging tired? I guess the stress of life is really getting to me. I could go into particulars, but there are just too many to list. And did I mention I'm tired. Today is my double shift day at work. I'm so thankful for the work as money is flying out the door faster than it's coming back in so don't hear me complaining 'bout working. However, I am complaining 'bout not sleeping. Any suggestions on how to get a good night sleep?

My toes - or my entire foot (can't quite pinpoint the strange creepy feeling) is still bothering me after slamming into the scale my son left out. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose a toenail which completely freaks me out! Some have suggested taping my toes, but since I don't know where the problem is, I haven't done anything. Have any of you lost a nail? YUCK! Chills are going up and down my spine as I think about it.

I'm just hanging out now with my foot up and my sock removed from my icky foot (my toes are freezing) waiting on the washing machine repair man. I got a lemon for a washer for sure!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Poop Art and Unwelcome Re-aquaintances

It was just that kind of day.

My son is sick with strep. He had to stay home from school today as a result. I was secretly rejoicing inside b/c I would get to sleep in rather than wake up in a tizzy to get him to school on time or so I thought. Instead, I was rudely awakened by dozens of sirens rushing to a small fire nearby as was told to me by a friend on Facebook. So 7:30 was my late morning. I got up, RAN to get my coffee which was already prepared by my loving husband, and I grabbed a quick shower before the baby woke up.

I heard babbling from the baby so I rushed to get her. As I stepped out of my room, I was blown away by a horrific smell. I knew that smell. As I approached my daughter's room the smell got stronger. Oh yes, I knew that smell all too well. Regretfully, I opened the door, and I was right. Only it wasn't contained anymore. Yep, poop art. I scooped that baby up, and rushed her straight to the only place that could contain the mess, and I watched the little poopies dance down the drain. Great start to my day but not all that different from any other day.

I had to take that baby (and unfortunately her big brother too) to the doc for her wellness appointment and shots. Fun times. I love my ped. The whole practice is pretty great. They treat me special, and I have made friends there. How could I not after being there a minimum of once a week for the past several months?

I had to fill out paperwork...LOTS of paperwork. Have you ever done that with a toddler running around before? It's really Impossible! However, that wasn't the worst of my distractions. I heard a familliar voice...one from the past. Could it be? Oh yes, and she remembered me too. Admit it, we all have them, people that we want to avoid - no, RUN from.

I taught this woman's son in first grade several years ago. There's no way to tell it but that she made my life H-E-double hockey sticks the whole 6 months that this boy was in my class. Oh the stories I could tell you about this lady. I was greeted by mean notes from this lady each day. Many days she would "pop in" just to make me miserable. Her son was strange. She said he was intelligent, but not by my observation. He basically just sat there acting very pacular. He rarely if ever did his work, and I was never so glad to say goodbye to a student as I was when he left my classroom on the last day of school. Today, she sung my praises. I'm thankful for that, but I'm more thankful that I never have to see her again - at least here's to hoping anyway.

Turns out she is now on to making other people miserable. She was yelling at someone on the phone when she entered the office, the other workers were very aware that she was crazy, and even my sweet kind hearted doctor made mention of her "she already knows everything" attitude. So sad that she has made such a bad impression on everyone, but at least I don't have to deal with her anymore.

The baby got her shots and a prescription for strep too. The baby is now napping, and I'm just wondering how to get all this "poop art" cleaned up with a broken washing machine.

creation of the blog

I'm sitting at home board right now. I have things to say, but the kids are in bed and my husband is working. I've got lots of friends who blog. I read several blogs both from people I know and people I don't know. I've considered starting my own for a while now.

There are two particular blogs I love reading.

One girl writes about the funny things (well, funny to me) that happen with a house full of children. I can't even remember how many children she has, and it's obvious that this is a blog from someone I've never met. I don't even know how I found this blog, but I love it b/c I love to laugh at the challenges she faces. They are real. They are sometimes horrible. They are truthfully hilarious! I started reading her blog when most people had never heard of her. Now millions of people read it, and she has even written a book (which I have not read simply b/c I don't have the band width to read much right now). I'll continue reading her blog as long as she writes. I love that lady.

Another girl writes about the reality of her life. It is a breath of fresh air b/c it's so wonderful to see that other people go through some of the same things I go through. Her blog talks about her children, her relationship with her Savior, her relationship with her husband and other family members. She discusses her job, her feelings, and the daily grind. I love it because it is real. It is sometimes silly. It is serious. It is REAL life. I feel a kinship with her though I barely know her.

I don't know what my blog will end up being. I feel that my life is on the brink of change, but I don't know what God has in store for me. I hope whoever reads this will experience adventures with my family, the Hathaways, as we experience the good, the bad, and the funny one moment at a time. Enjoy the ride!