"What would happen if the mouse trap snapped on your lips?"
"What if it snapped onto your finger?"
Inquiring minds want to know, about the ages of 7 and 8.
Then, Curtis leaves them on the counter, set, while the boys put dishes away. Anyone have that type of "duh" moment?
Thankfully, no one was injured, except when I made him bait the traps and it almost snapped onto his fingers.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
EEEKKK!! Spiders, mice, wasps....
This past week, I have had great (I use that term loosely) experiences with home pests. First, we were having issues with our cat, Missy, who is snooty as all get out to begin with, but refused to use her litter box. When we pulled it out to clean it, a huge mouse ran out, right between Curtis' feet and disappeared under the washer. Later that week, Nemo, our other cat, ran out chasing a small gray mouse and that one ran over Curtis' foot. We couldn't catch it, but I think Nemo must have, as I've not seen them since. But, eeeewwwww, just the same.
Then, Thursday, we could barely get in or out of house because of wasps swarming around every single entry to our home. Out back, there must have been 20 of them on the side of the house. I emptied a can of Raid on them, and the next day, there were just a few around the front door. Then we had 41 mph winds, and then a cold snap, so no more wasps for now, thankfully.
And now for the grand finale, the spiders. Not just your run of the mill Daddy Long Leg or pipsqueak tiny spider you run across. Noooo....they had to pull out the big guns: Wolf Spiders. We saw one in the garage last week and the boys squished it. Then we found another one in the garage and I thought Curtis had squished it. It was freezing here yesterday (high was a whole 70, but by 5 p.m. it had dropped to 61), so I guess that was a signal the spiders, mice and other insects needed to find a warm house to live in. I'm sitting downstairs on the couch last night, talking to Shiloah, and out of the corner of my eye I saw something fast and gray, and then it was on my shoulder! I tried not to scream too loud, and I actually thought it was the mouse, since it weighed quite a bit for something so small. I about wet my pants when I saw it was a huge Wolf Spider. Curtis came to my rescue and killed it, but oh. my. gosh. the thing was ON me!!!! And then, the flashbacks started....
This happened about 10 years ago. I was on a deployment to Arkansas for two weeks with the Air Force. It was a field exercise, so we were living it up in the Arkansas wilderness in tents, eating off the MKT and MRE's, and made a tasty home for 72 chiggers. It was also the middle of summer, so it was great, humid, hot weather. We decided to take our showers at night, and the showers were the only brick and mortar building on site. Women had 9:00 to 10:00 and the men had 11:00 to 12:00 for shower times. That night, being kind of late, my friend and I got over there about 9:30, thinking we could hurry with our showers before the men showed up. So, we get in our stalls, towels thrown over the bar, glasses placed on the bench with our clothes. I finished, grab my towel to dry off, and imagine my surprise when I look over and there is a huge wolf spider, sitting on my NAKED shoulder, staring at me. I freaked! I streaked out of the stall, butt naked, screaming "GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!". My friend runs out of her stall to try to assist me, but in all my flailing about, the spider disappeared and I was safe. Without our glasses we were both blind, so even if the spider was still in there, we would never have seen where it went. We hurried to get dressed, and then as we left, there were men lined up waiting for the shower. They asked if we were okay, since they had heard all the screaming. Embarrassed beyond measure, I said I was okay, but told them to watch out of those spiders. I think they were laughing at me.
So, that's fine if they need a warm place to stay for the winter. They just can't stay here. We're all filled up, thanks.
Then, Thursday, we could barely get in or out of house because of wasps swarming around every single entry to our home. Out back, there must have been 20 of them on the side of the house. I emptied a can of Raid on them, and the next day, there were just a few around the front door. Then we had 41 mph winds, and then a cold snap, so no more wasps for now, thankfully.
And now for the grand finale, the spiders. Not just your run of the mill Daddy Long Leg or pipsqueak tiny spider you run across. Noooo....they had to pull out the big guns: Wolf Spiders. We saw one in the garage last week and the boys squished it. Then we found another one in the garage and I thought Curtis had squished it. It was freezing here yesterday (high was a whole 70, but by 5 p.m. it had dropped to 61), so I guess that was a signal the spiders, mice and other insects needed to find a warm house to live in. I'm sitting downstairs on the couch last night, talking to Shiloah, and out of the corner of my eye I saw something fast and gray, and then it was on my shoulder! I tried not to scream too loud, and I actually thought it was the mouse, since it weighed quite a bit for something so small. I about wet my pants when I saw it was a huge Wolf Spider. Curtis came to my rescue and killed it, but oh. my. gosh. the thing was ON me!!!! And then, the flashbacks started....
This happened about 10 years ago. I was on a deployment to Arkansas for two weeks with the Air Force. It was a field exercise, so we were living it up in the Arkansas wilderness in tents, eating off the MKT and MRE's, and made a tasty home for 72 chiggers. It was also the middle of summer, so it was great, humid, hot weather. We decided to take our showers at night, and the showers were the only brick and mortar building on site. Women had 9:00 to 10:00 and the men had 11:00 to 12:00 for shower times. That night, being kind of late, my friend and I got over there about 9:30, thinking we could hurry with our showers before the men showed up. So, we get in our stalls, towels thrown over the bar, glasses placed on the bench with our clothes. I finished, grab my towel to dry off, and imagine my surprise when I look over and there is a huge wolf spider, sitting on my NAKED shoulder, staring at me. I freaked! I streaked out of the stall, butt naked, screaming "GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!". My friend runs out of her stall to try to assist me, but in all my flailing about, the spider disappeared and I was safe. Without our glasses we were both blind, so even if the spider was still in there, we would never have seen where it went. We hurried to get dressed, and then as we left, there were men lined up waiting for the shower. They asked if we were okay, since they had heard all the screaming. Embarrassed beyond measure, I said I was okay, but told them to watch out of those spiders. I think they were laughing at me.
So, that's fine if they need a warm place to stay for the winter. They just can't stay here. We're all filled up, thanks.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Mommitis
My younger three children have a raging case of Mommitis. Have you heard of it?
I'm sure you have!
The symptoms are numberless and include the following. In rare and sometimes extreme cases it can include even more symptoms than these. Your child does not have to have all of these symptoms to have it- one symptom is enough for a diagnosis of Mommitis:
Hugging on leg
Clinging to various parts of your body
Screaming your name loudly
Pitching fits
A terrified look in the eye
Fear of strangers, friends, family--anyone but you
Constant calling of your name (or "mum-mum-mum" as baby's say it)
Tackling, pinching, or pulling off another child who comes near you
Looks of longing to be held
Following you around the house like a puppy dog (many times crying while doing it)
Banging on, hitting, or attempting to open the bathroom door when you are occupying it.
Creeping into your bedroom late at night (many times shoving Daddy out of the way)
Crying your name when putting your child to bed
Sniffles
Whimpers
Owies - screaming your name loudly the moment they get them
Some extreme symptoms include:
The Koala bear hold to a limb of your body. Everytime the child is pried off its like sticky tape- they are right back where they began. This symptom can be dangerous as it can cause loss of blood circulation in your limb causing numbness and tingling to occur.
The Chronic Nurser- this is a nursing baby that must nurse all day. She may as well be an appendage- this is a severe case of mommitis.
"Mum-mum-mum! I want you MOMMY!!!!!
That is Mommitis....
The cure:
There is only one known cure for Mommitis and that is LOVE. Lots and lots of Love from MOM.
I'm sure you have!
The symptoms are numberless and include the following. In rare and sometimes extreme cases it can include even more symptoms than these. Your child does not have to have all of these symptoms to have it- one symptom is enough for a diagnosis of Mommitis:
Hugging on leg
Clinging to various parts of your body
Screaming your name loudly
Pitching fits
A terrified look in the eye
Fear of strangers, friends, family--anyone but you
Constant calling of your name (or "mum-mum-mum" as baby's say it)
Tackling, pinching, or pulling off another child who comes near you
Looks of longing to be held
Following you around the house like a puppy dog (many times crying while doing it)
Banging on, hitting, or attempting to open the bathroom door when you are occupying it.
Creeping into your bedroom late at night (many times shoving Daddy out of the way)
Crying your name when putting your child to bed
Sniffles
Whimpers
Owies - screaming your name loudly the moment they get them
Some extreme symptoms include:
The Koala bear hold to a limb of your body. Everytime the child is pried off its like sticky tape- they are right back where they began. This symptom can be dangerous as it can cause loss of blood circulation in your limb causing numbness and tingling to occur.
The Chronic Nurser- this is a nursing baby that must nurse all day. She may as well be an appendage- this is a severe case of mommitis.
"Mum-mum-mum! I want you MOMMY!!!!!
That is Mommitis....
The cure:
There is only one known cure for Mommitis and that is LOVE. Lots and lots of Love from MOM.
Monday, September 17, 2007
What next?! Life in a Small Town
First we had the stabbing on Thursday. Then I realized I had not received my town paper all week...it's only published twice a week: Monday and Wednesday, so I had to call and complain about that. Then, our trash hadn't been emptied in two weeks. They kept "forgetting" us, so I had to call and complain about that! Today, it's Burger King.
In our town of 5500, we have only 11 fast food restaurants, and then we have 2 Chinese restaurants (one has the best Lo-Mein ever), two pizza places, 1 Mexican place, and 2 steak houses. Slim pickig's after being here awhile. My complaint with McDonalds is that I always feel miserable after eating there, although their fries are always hot. Arby's was too expensive. Wendy's is nasty, with nasty service, and of the burger joints left, we have Burger King. Oh wait, there was Runza and A&W, but we only go there when desperate. They are kind of high priced and slow.
So, Burger King. I liked their chicken fingers. It was hit or miss if they had hot food or not, or even got your order right. There have been times we sat in the drive through for 25 MINUTES, and even then, the order was wrong or cold, and with a direct view to the eating in line, we could watch them serve every single other person in there first before us poor schmucks in the drive-thru got our food. Two weeks ago we ate there and the order had to be modified to: onion rings instead of fries, Jr. Whoppers instead of chicken sandwiches or tenders, drinks were served in dixie cups instead of Burger King cups, and this time took 30 minutes to get our food, and that was at 11:15 a.m.! No one else was in line!
Today, we decided we would give Burger King another chance, again. This is like 10th "chance" in over the year we have lived here. So, we pull up.
The menu looks like someone had ripped it off. Tape flapping in the wind, one of the windows squeaking back and forth, empty of it's menu boards and looking oddly like it belonged in a ghost town. We stop and gape. When did this happen? In the middle of the night? At least, that's what it looked like. Around back, the window had nothing in it either, not even a sign saying: "Sorry, we are closed FOREVER! No more chicken fingers for you!"
There wasn't even a notice in the paper, although, how would I know since I didn't GET the paper in the first place? Maybe the day we had to modify our order should have been a hint. Maybe the 30 minute wait in drive-thru should have been a hint they just didn't care anymore and were closing up shop.
Guess I'll have to be happy making my own stuff now. Well, we didn't need to be eating out anymore anyway. *Sigh*
In our town of 5500, we have only 11 fast food restaurants, and then we have 2 Chinese restaurants (one has the best Lo-Mein ever), two pizza places, 1 Mexican place, and 2 steak houses. Slim pickig's after being here awhile. My complaint with McDonalds is that I always feel miserable after eating there, although their fries are always hot. Arby's was too expensive. Wendy's is nasty, with nasty service, and of the burger joints left, we have Burger King. Oh wait, there was Runza and A&W, but we only go there when desperate. They are kind of high priced and slow.
So, Burger King. I liked their chicken fingers. It was hit or miss if they had hot food or not, or even got your order right. There have been times we sat in the drive through for 25 MINUTES, and even then, the order was wrong or cold, and with a direct view to the eating in line, we could watch them serve every single other person in there first before us poor schmucks in the drive-thru got our food. Two weeks ago we ate there and the order had to be modified to: onion rings instead of fries, Jr. Whoppers instead of chicken sandwiches or tenders, drinks were served in dixie cups instead of Burger King cups, and this time took 30 minutes to get our food, and that was at 11:15 a.m.! No one else was in line!
Today, we decided we would give Burger King another chance, again. This is like 10th "chance" in over the year we have lived here. So, we pull up.
The menu looks like someone had ripped it off. Tape flapping in the wind, one of the windows squeaking back and forth, empty of it's menu boards and looking oddly like it belonged in a ghost town. We stop and gape. When did this happen? In the middle of the night? At least, that's what it looked like. Around back, the window had nothing in it either, not even a sign saying: "Sorry, we are closed FOREVER! No more chicken fingers for you!"
There wasn't even a notice in the paper, although, how would I know since I didn't GET the paper in the first place? Maybe the day we had to modify our order should have been a hint. Maybe the 30 minute wait in drive-thru should have been a hint they just didn't care anymore and were closing up shop.
Guess I'll have to be happy making my own stuff now. Well, we didn't need to be eating out anymore anyway. *Sigh*
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Toddlerdom
Joshua is now 17 months old. We can have conversations with him now.
"Yeah" "Ma" (for no) "Mama" "Dada" "Isaac" "Shoes" "Toes" and a long string of jibberjabber no one knows and can only guess at.
He's developed some talents.
Standing on a step stool so he can push the water button on the front of the fridge. Pulling caps off of markers so he can help me decorate our new house. He figured out how to climb out of his crib with his little monkey feet. He was so proud when he showed up beside my desk. He likes to help put dishes away from the dishwasher, especially the knives. (Why does he go for those, every time?)
He's made some discoveries.
He found all the holes in his head: the nose, the ears, other people's noses, ears and mouth. there is sand in the litter box. There are clothes in the dryer to pull out, boxes of toys to tip over, buttons on the TV and DVD player and computer to push, books to rip off shelves, pans to pull out of cabinets, and a fish that remains elusive in the fish tank.
Not once do I think he had second thoughts about sticking markers in his ears, twisting them and then running around with one purple and one orange ear the rest of the day.
For the most part, his toddlerhood has been pretty tame in the injury department, until we moved into this house, which has a yard full of those devil thorn stickers, the ones that pop bicycle tires. Him and Simeon were running around outside one day as Curtis and I sorted out boxes in the garage. Joshua lost his balance and fell head first into a sticker patch, rolled around to try to stand up, and emerged full of stickers. They were in his hair, down his back, on his face, his arms, legs and shoes, and all over his clothes. He was very patient as we pulled probably 50-100 stickers out his little body. He's healing up nicely though.
I love this age. They are busy bodies, but still so snuggly, usually happy and love to discover stuff. I miss this age once it's past.
"Yeah" "Ma" (for no) "Mama" "Dada" "Isaac" "Shoes" "Toes" and a long string of jibberjabber no one knows and can only guess at.
He's developed some talents.
Standing on a step stool so he can push the water button on the front of the fridge. Pulling caps off of markers so he can help me decorate our new house. He figured out how to climb out of his crib with his little monkey feet. He was so proud when he showed up beside my desk. He likes to help put dishes away from the dishwasher, especially the knives. (Why does he go for those, every time?)
He's made some discoveries.
He found all the holes in his head: the nose, the ears, other people's noses, ears and mouth. there is sand in the litter box. There are clothes in the dryer to pull out, boxes of toys to tip over, buttons on the TV and DVD player and computer to push, books to rip off shelves, pans to pull out of cabinets, and a fish that remains elusive in the fish tank.
Not once do I think he had second thoughts about sticking markers in his ears, twisting them and then running around with one purple and one orange ear the rest of the day.
For the most part, his toddlerhood has been pretty tame in the injury department, until we moved into this house, which has a yard full of those devil thorn stickers, the ones that pop bicycle tires. Him and Simeon were running around outside one day as Curtis and I sorted out boxes in the garage. Joshua lost his balance and fell head first into a sticker patch, rolled around to try to stand up, and emerged full of stickers. They were in his hair, down his back, on his face, his arms, legs and shoes, and all over his clothes. He was very patient as we pulled probably 50-100 stickers out his little body. He's healing up nicely though.
I love this age. They are busy bodies, but still so snuggly, usually happy and love to discover stuff. I miss this age once it's past.
Skyscrapper Man
We escaped to Charlotte, NC this weekend for fun! We were eager to explore and were prepared with a book full of places we wanted to visit. Charlotte is the biggest city on the East Coast between Washington D.C. and Altanta.
Ben and I are notorious for getting lost in big cities. On the way here we were lost in Atlanta for most of the evening. When we lived in Germany we were lost in Frankfurt and Hanau for two days (we had planned to be there that long, but still were lost most of the time). Thankfully, we did make it to the Frankfurt Zoo. And when getting our Temple Recommends renewed we had to travel to Nuremberg which was four hours away. We didn't find the chapel until 11:30 that night. At one point I find a man who spoke English and asked for directions. He ended up letting me borrow his cell phone to call the Stake Pres. again. Haggard and tired that night we trugged into the church. Thankfully they were there until midnight on their meeting nights. Whew!
Lost, as usual in the downtown city of Charlotte, we drove around and around looking for "the Green" a park with statues with engravings dedicated to literature. We finally found the place we "thought" was it and found a parking garage down the street and around the corner. We walked around and around and around. The eerie thing about the whole experience is that we only saw two children in the whole downtown area. Most of the people were white collar workers dressed up, carrying briefcases, and walking in groups to the parking garages. We stood out like a sore thumb- seven children, husband and wife looking as apple pie american as they come!
After wandering around for almost an hour, I was ready to go back to the car, give up on this park and find the next one. I caught up with Ben and whispered this to him. (I'm highly paranoid of looking lost in a big city area.) We both confessed that we had no idea where the garage was or where we were! We wandered more looking for familiar landmarks.
Finally, I saw a park and insisted that we go, sit down, and try to get our bearings. As we approached the park, we realized it was a cemetary! Oh well, I was ready to sit! It was a graveyard of old, old graves- some from the 1700's. There were two interesting things there. The oak tree which had a plaque under it explained that it was planted in 1781 in honor of the visit from George Washington to Charlotte, NC. While I was envisioning the honor of being in those days and visiting with Washington, Ben was staring up at the skyscrappers all around us. We were in a part of town that was slightly forgotten, and buildings were under construction. Ben spied a man who was working at the edge of a tall building. He took a picture and counted that the man was 24 stories up!
After this little diversion, we gathered the kids around us and said a prayer to find the car and be safe. We got up and walked out of the cemetary on the opposite side. We found the street with the parking garage immediately after leaving. We were hot and tired and ready to sit in the air conditioned van.
As we approached the van we began looking for the keys. Then we started frantically looking for the keys! Who was the last one to have them? Bella- the baby! Ben and Cailynn ran back to the cemetary where she had them last. It seemed like forever before they came back WITH the keys! Yay!
We left Charlotte after that. My only consolation was a trip to Target on the way home! :)
Friday, September 14, 2007
McGyvor Would Be Proud
Aren't ya'll lucky? Two posts in one day!!
Since we moved in to the new house, two weeks ago, we have been without a dryer and I had to start using the free solar dryer. . Thank goodness it's September and we still have some warm days, but today is not one of them. It's cold, cloudy and looking like rain. Since having to hang all our clothes out to dry, I've learned I cannot go one day without doing laundry, or it's piled up and I still can't get it all dry, unless it's 100 degrees outside and breezy and the clothes dry before you get done hanging them all up. I've also learned the benefits of fabric softener.
We have a huge deck off the front of our house but no clothesline. I made one by stretching phone cords from one side to the other. It looks mildly like a booby trap if you come up the stairs to try to get in the house. I restretch them everyday I hang clothes out to dry. Today since I can't hang the clothes out without one load taking all day to dry, I decided: it's warmer in the house, and if I turn on all the fans, it should dry them quicker than if they were outside! I brought in my phone cords and tied them across the living room (now making it inaccessible). I turned on two over head fans, got one oscillating fan and opened one window a crack, hoping that might circulate the air some more.
I would take pictures but I can't find the camera, much less the cord to download any of my pictures for you all to see. I'm so proud of myself! What's that saying? Necessity is the mother of invention?
UPDATE: It has taken 12 hours for the first load to dry. My socks are still wet!!! Despite it being 58 degrees outside as the high today, I think I might have faired better letting the clothes dry out there!
The cats had fun though.
Since we moved in to the new house, two weeks ago, we have been without a dryer and I had to start using the free solar dryer. . Thank goodness it's September and we still have some warm days, but today is not one of them. It's cold, cloudy and looking like rain. Since having to hang all our clothes out to dry, I've learned I cannot go one day without doing laundry, or it's piled up and I still can't get it all dry, unless it's 100 degrees outside and breezy and the clothes dry before you get done hanging them all up. I've also learned the benefits of fabric softener.
We have a huge deck off the front of our house but no clothesline. I made one by stretching phone cords from one side to the other. It looks mildly like a booby trap if you come up the stairs to try to get in the house. I restretch them everyday I hang clothes out to dry. Today since I can't hang the clothes out without one load taking all day to dry, I decided: it's warmer in the house, and if I turn on all the fans, it should dry them quicker than if they were outside! I brought in my phone cords and tied them across the living room (now making it inaccessible). I turned on two over head fans, got one oscillating fan and opened one window a crack, hoping that might circulate the air some more.
I would take pictures but I can't find the camera, much less the cord to download any of my pictures for you all to see. I'm so proud of myself! What's that saying? Necessity is the mother of invention?
UPDATE: It has taken 12 hours for the first load to dry. My socks are still wet!!! Despite it being 58 degrees outside as the high today, I think I might have faired better letting the clothes dry out there!
The cats had fun though.
Stabbing!!
We have the Fall Rendezvous this weekend and it opened yesterday afternoon. It's your normal craft fair, parade, juggler of batons set on fire. Of course, living in a small town that never has anything happening, everyone and their dog was out to see the festivities. I was getting some chicken in Sunmart last night and this lady started telling us that a 60 year old guy was stabbed in the back yesterday!!! By some kid, I guess, and someone that saw it happen chased the kid down, knocked the knife out of his hand and sat on him until police came. I think the older guy is going to be okay, thank goodness.
The deli lady was just appalled (which it is appalling) but more so because it happened here and to a senior citizen. The town has a 5,500 population. Another lady said we just aren't immune to this stuff, really, no matter where you live. I guess we get lured into a false sense of security that out here, these "bad things" don't happen.
I know we don't lock our house or our car when we leave. I'll lock it in North Platte, but around here, nope, just don't even worry about it. I do lock the house at night, but if we leave, I don't really bother unless I know we'll be gone for several hours. Guess it's part of small town living. I kind of have this thought too: If someone broke in and stole my stuff, well, they must have needed it more than me. Although, I would be upset if they took MY computer.
We have hopes of moving out of Nebraska by next year, but the more I live here, in this small town, adapting to a life of not many instant conveniences and no pollution, I get a bit scared of moving away from here, especially after reading the news of what happens, always, somewhere else.
The deli lady was just appalled (which it is appalling) but more so because it happened here and to a senior citizen. The town has a 5,500 population. Another lady said we just aren't immune to this stuff, really, no matter where you live. I guess we get lured into a false sense of security that out here, these "bad things" don't happen.
I know we don't lock our house or our car when we leave. I'll lock it in North Platte, but around here, nope, just don't even worry about it. I do lock the house at night, but if we leave, I don't really bother unless I know we'll be gone for several hours. Guess it's part of small town living. I kind of have this thought too: If someone broke in and stole my stuff, well, they must have needed it more than me. Although, I would be upset if they took MY computer.
We have hopes of moving out of Nebraska by next year, but the more I live here, in this small town, adapting to a life of not many instant conveniences and no pollution, I get a bit scared of moving away from here, especially after reading the news of what happens, always, somewhere else.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Stone Cold - An Ice Cream Experience
Stone Cold is what Madi (age 4) calls our favorite ice cream shop Cold Stone Creamery. We went as a treat this afternoon- just to get away. On Tuesday the kid's get their's free with adult purchases. Whooo hooo!
While we were there Benjamin planned out exactly what he wants for his birthday- something similar to the left. Silly kid! My sister thinks I'm insane spending so much money on ice cream- I say- it's worth it!
My favorite "ice cream experience" is French Vanilla with oreo, pecans, and peanut butter mixed in!
Shiloah
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Time for the Long Sleeved Panties
It is cold today!! It's only 55! What happened to summer? It's over that quick?! We all came home from church, changed into sweats and comfy clothes and fell asleep, warm in our beds. I think we'll be needing some good cookies later on.
Last year when it started to get cold we were in church one morning when Hannah suddenly announces, quite loudly while they were passing the bread and water, that she needed some long sleeved panties. Mortified, I tried to shush her, but she continued on that her friend Jessica had some and I must be getting Hannah some since she was so cold. I figured out it was tights, and we got her some, only for her to announce the next Sunday to people sitting around us that "my mom FINALLY got her some long sleeved panties, oops, I mean tights."
Hope this isn't an indication of what this fall and winter is going to be like. It's starting early, and it wasn't even a really hot summer, according to my standards. Anybody checked out the Farmer's Almanac?
Last year when it started to get cold we were in church one morning when Hannah suddenly announces, quite loudly while they were passing the bread and water, that she needed some long sleeved panties. Mortified, I tried to shush her, but she continued on that her friend Jessica had some and I must be getting Hannah some since she was so cold. I figured out it was tights, and we got her some, only for her to announce the next Sunday to people sitting around us that "my mom FINALLY got her some long sleeved panties, oops, I mean tights."
Hope this isn't an indication of what this fall and winter is going to be like. It's starting early, and it wasn't even a really hot summer, according to my standards. Anybody checked out the Farmer's Almanac?
Friday, September 7, 2007
Donut Frenzy
It has been almost 2 years since we have had a donut. Okay, WE is a collective term for the kids and me, since Curtis has gotten donuts from his work. I'm offended he never squirreled one away for me in his desk or something. He even got Krispy Kremes one time and I have no idea where they scored those from since I would have sniffed out a Krispy Kreme shop by now, for sure. When we were getting ready to move last week I promised the kids we would go get the ho-hum, dry,and stale donuts from Sunmart. I never got the chance since Curtis was taking the van to move with. So, this morning, we were out bright and early to take Curtis to work and run some errands and I figured we could splurge on the donuts, since they had been so excited last week for them and never got them.
I got only six of them, one for each of. We could smell their sugary goodness all the way home. We talked about how long it had been since we had had donuts. Once we got home, all the kids piled out and it was a crowd around the donut box.
"I never got to see the donuts!!"
"Hey, the chocolate one is mine!!"
"Are there any coconut one, because those are my favorite." (No, but you can do with maple, right?)
"Where's my donut? I want my donut!! MOMM...I NEED MY DONUT!!!!!"
A little desperate? They were gone in five minutes. Not even a crumb was wasted. Hannah was licking the plate. Simeon was using a fork to get the last bit of frosting off his plate. Isaac was eying anyone that might not have been able to finish a donut. Joshua finished his donut is record speed, cramming every last piece in with his chubby little hands, not even bothering to use his beloved fork. Jesse finished his donut politely, with the simple compliment that "those were good."
I don't know if I should do this more often. That wild-eyed and crazed frenzy over a simple pastry was pretty shocking. Ok, maybe I won't go 2 years next time. But, uh, watch your hand...it might get bitten off.
I got only six of them, one for each of. We could smell their sugary goodness all the way home. We talked about how long it had been since we had had donuts. Once we got home, all the kids piled out and it was a crowd around the donut box.
"I never got to see the donuts!!"
"Hey, the chocolate one is mine!!"
"Are there any coconut one, because those are my favorite." (No, but you can do with maple, right?)
"Where's my donut? I want my donut!! MOMM...I NEED MY DONUT!!!!!"
A little desperate? They were gone in five minutes. Not even a crumb was wasted. Hannah was licking the plate. Simeon was using a fork to get the last bit of frosting off his plate. Isaac was eying anyone that might not have been able to finish a donut. Joshua finished his donut is record speed, cramming every last piece in with his chubby little hands, not even bothering to use his beloved fork. Jesse finished his donut politely, with the simple compliment that "those were good."
I don't know if I should do this more often. That wild-eyed and crazed frenzy over a simple pastry was pretty shocking. Ok, maybe I won't go 2 years next time. But, uh, watch your hand...it might get bitten off.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
My True Colors
The other night Curtis and I took a break, in the dark, on our front patio of the new house. There was no moon that night so it was pitch black. We live next to a machine shop that runs spot lights on their yard all night, so with that glare, it was hard for our eyes to adjust. I could see a few stars, but only the brightest. So Curtis and I talk for about 2 minutes and then I hear a high pitch whine, a dog's, but I thought it was from the yard next door. All of sudden this dog is on our porch but we couldn't see it and we had no idea if it was friendly or if was there to attack us. I freaked! I shoved Curtis in front of me and rushed in the house, slamming the door behind me, so even if Curtis wanted to get in and away from the hungry dog, he'd have the door and me to contend with. I turned on the porch light and it was two dogs that were friendly, starved for attention and crowded around Curtis.
Uh, sorry Honey, that I would have fed you to the hungry wolves to save myself. This is why I'm afraid of the dark! Who knows what's lurking out there! If I was by myself with my kids, I would hope I would defend them rather than let them get eaten by a wild pack of dogs.
I heard somewhere you should do something every day that scares you. Yeah, well, that pretty much took care of a week's worth of scaring, thanks.
Uh, sorry Honey, that I would have fed you to the hungry wolves to save myself. This is why I'm afraid of the dark! Who knows what's lurking out there! If I was by myself with my kids, I would hope I would defend them rather than let them get eaten by a wild pack of dogs.
I heard somewhere you should do something every day that scares you. Yeah, well, that pretty much took care of a week's worth of scaring, thanks.
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