Tuesday, August 26, 2008
"Ok," I said, "she does that sometimes."
"But it's what she said after that was funny," he said.
Apparently, Ella farted, then started giggling. Brady asked her, "Ella, did you fart?"
"I'm not Ella. I'm Smella, and yes, I farted."
"Where did she learn 'Smella' from?" he asked me.
"My dad used to call her that when she would have a stinky diaper," I told him.
I love my family....farts and all!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I got so much flack from people about his "mullet." I didn't think it looked like one; I thought he looked like a cute little boy. Some strangers thought he looked like a little girl. I was getting sick of my friends asking me, "so, have you cut your son's hair yet?" that I think I gave into peer pressure. Shame on me.
I do think he'll be a little cooler now; perhaps the breeze will reach his neck now. And maybe it will be easier to clean food out of his hair after he feels the need to rub it all over at every meal.
So there, people. I did it. You all nagged me and nagged me and finally I gave it. I cut Grayson's beautiful hair. Do you all feel better now?
I get worried when this happens - he works all night long after working all day. I called him and I could tell by the ring that he was on the other line. He didn't answer. About 40 minutes later I heard him pull into the drive. It was 8:15, which meant he'd been at work for over 25 hours. He was so delirious when he walked in the house and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
It was at this point that I was glad I had cancelled the carnival. Even though we weren't rained out, I would have had to cancel so that we wouldn't have disturbed B. The last thing he needed was a bunch of screaming kids right outside his window or someone accidentally opening the bedroom door looking for the bathroom. Not to mention Spike - I would have put her in her kennel, which happens to be in our room. She would have just barked and barked.
So although I am sorry I disappointed a lot of people by cancelling the carnival, and although to most people I seem like an idiot because it didn't rain, I'm glad I did. It worked out for the best. At least for my husband.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
1. Post the rules of the game at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read the player's blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.
What were you doing five years ago?
I was working at a BP station as a cashier, but really doing the assistant manager's job without the higher pay. I was playing summer softball. I was at the bars too many nights a week drinking too much beer. I was the on-again, off-again girlfriend to my now-husband, Brady. I was the thinnest I had ever been in my life, and I was loving summer.
What are 5 things on your to-do list for today?
1. Put laundry away.
2. Bathe the kids.
3. Weed the garden (if it doesn't rain).
4. Clean the kitchen.
5. Look online for cake ideas for E's birthday party.
What are 5 snacks you enjoy?
1. Ice cream
2. Iced coffee, blended
3. Oatmeal raisin cookies
4. Trail mix
5. Chips and salsa
What are 5 things you would do if you were a billionaire?
1. Pay off all my debt, and that of my family (minus B's side of the family - they can stick it.)
2. Build/buy an amazing house on the Atlantic Ocean.
3. Put money away for the kids college fund.
4. Travel, travel, travel
5. Open a no-kill animal clinic and offer cheap spay/neuter services.
What are 5 of your bad habits?
1. Not giving myself "me" time.
2. Spending too much time on the computer.
3. I worry about the little things too much.
4. I expect too much from others.
5. My housekeeping skills are lacking.
Where are 5 places that you have lived?
1. Hennepin, Illinois
2. Carbondale, Illinois
3. Mark, Illinois
4. Streator, Illinois
5. St. Joseph, Illinois
What are 5 jobs you've had?
1. Retail sales clerk
2. Library assistant
3. Customer service rep
4. Gas station attendant
5. Substitute teacher
Five people I tag:
Ok. I don't have a lot of friends, and very few blogging friends. So those of you who tagged me already are getting tag-backs. No one called "no tag-backs" in the beginning, so THERE!
1. Quigs78 - 2 kids, 3 cats, and a blog
2. Mommy Schiff - Life Interrupted
3. Fearless Freak - The Fabulous Follies of a Freaky Family
4. Looseyfur - Looseyfur's Midwest Adventures
5. Lavender Lemonade - Limes, Lemons, and Beautiful Yarn
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Here are a few photos of the two of them over the years.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The doorbell rang, and I figured it was just a delivery man. It was two children, a boy and a girl, and they were selling something. The girl was raising money for cheerleading. I know what it's like to have to go door-to-door to sell stuff (years of Girl Scouts and club fundraisers take a toll on a person) so I agreed to buy some cheese danishes. I filled out the form and said thank you, and good luck. As I was getting ready to close the door, the boy said, "Um. Actually. Can I please use your bathroom?" What? I thought. I almost told him to just go pee around the corner of the house, but I didn't think the neighbors would like that.
I told him that he could, and that my son was napping, so to please be quiet. I showed him where the bathroom was and went to get Grayson, who had woke up screaming. I took G out to the entryway, and the little girl was coloring with chalk on the easel with Ella. I asked her what grade she was in - "Second." I asked her where she lived - "Over by Sportsman Club Road."
I expected the boy to be out of the bathroom by this time, but oh no. And that could only mean one thing - he was crapping in my bathroom! I tried to keep the conversation flowing with the girl so that I'd keep my mind off of what was happening in my bathroom. For some reason, the fact that he was a very overweight kid made my mind think the worst about what could happen in there. I know, that's horrible, but I couldn't help it.
Out of nowhere, the girl says, "Can I have something to drink?" What? First the boy needs to shit in my bathroom, and not the girl expects me to give her a drink? I got her a Capri Sun from the refrigerator (E doesn't like them) and she thanked me. She then asked which door was for the bathroom and I told her. She proceeded to knock on it to tell her brother to hurry up. E then decided to show the girl her Wall-E toy. The girl didn't seem impressed.
The boy finally emerges, thanks me, and the two of them leave. Although he had closed the bathroom door, the smell of air freshener is overwhelming. E asks me what the smell is, so I told her that the boy pooped and it stunk so he sprayed air freshener. She told me it was too stinky.
I didn't open the door to that bathroom for about 5 hours - I had wild thoughts of what I'd find. And some of these thoughts came true when I finally went in. The boy had left me a little present. Seriously? Couldn't he double flush?
The whole incident was just weird. I understand that we are a small town, and I'm sure it's ok for these kids to go door-to-door selling stuff. I think the boy was in 5th grade; he looked like he might be, and so I'm glad he accompanied his little sister. That was nice. I could tell that the kids were from a lower-income family. So is that why their manners were so bad? I was from a really poor family, but there is no freakin' way I'd ask a stranger to use their bathroom or for a drink! If I had to go, I would hold it and rush home, or find a public bathroom. Seriously! I mean.....WTF!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
*This morning Ella gallops over to me and is making horse sounds. I ask her if she's a horse for today and she says she is a "horse unicornia." She calls unicorns, unicornia's. I tell her that she needs to go put on some underwear and she says very matter-of-factly:
"Horses, unicornia's, don't wear people underwear." She then turned her tail around and walked away.
*A few days ago B was opening some mail. I asked him what was in the envelope and he said, "It's just my European stocks."
Ella says in a very upset tone, "I don't pee in my socks!"
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Grayson got sick on Monday. Ok. I guess "sick" just makes it sound like he caught a cold. He had a fever and I thought it was teething related. Oh no. The kid was sitting on my lap while I was at the computer when he started crying and proceeded to vomit mass amounts of undigested milk all over me. I had never seen anything like it. Chunks upon chunks of what looked like super large cottage cheese curds. Gross, I know. And the smell!
After cleaning up and taking a nap, I tried to soothe him with a bottle of just 4 ounces of skim milk. I thought it'd be ok. It wasn't too much and it was lighter than whole milk. Five minutes after he had that, he threw it up....all over my favorite, expensive, cream-colored sheets which were on my month-old pillow-top mattress. Oh yeah. That was loads of fun to clean up. At one point I was actually cursing myself for buying a mattress that can't be turned over.
I rushed him to the doctor because I was really worried. He's never thrown up before, and the fact that he had a fever just added to my worry.
Ella was a trooper. She listed to me and played nicely in the waiting room at the doc's office. Of course she had to tell anyone who would listen that: "My name's Ella. I'm 3. My brother is sick. He threw up on my mommy and he threw up on Mommy's bed." After her speech, the parent to which she was speaking would look over at me and smile. All I could do was politely wave and say hello.
The doctor said he had a 100.3 fever, and that since everything else seemed fine, she was diagnosing him with the stomach flu. I was glad it wasn't anything serious, but now I had to worry about E or me getting it because we leave on Friday.
So we've camped out on my bed for the last couple days (with old sheets on it). I sleep when I can. I've watched Baby Einstein movies and way more Noggin than any one adult should. The little man was dazed and confused for the first 2 days but he is now feeling better. Last night he slept until 4, then we finished our morning on the couch, not getting up until almost 9.
Last night he was crying and I gave him some Tylenol but I pushed the syringe a little too fast and he started to choke on it. He started coughing and I had flashbacks of him getting sick all over me. Ella was standing there and she immediately got me a towel just in case. She said, "Watch out! He's gonna blow!" Leave it to E to add humor to the situation! He didn't "blow," and after he calmed down, he was just fine.
I chanced things last night and gave him 2 ounces of milk and he did fine with it. But I was worried all night that I was going to pay for it this morning. However, he seems to be almost back to his mischievous self. I'd say he's 90% better. And neither E or I are sick, so thank goodness for that!
I don't know how single parents survive. I've been like a single parent for a week and a half while B's out of town, and I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Of course G being sick didn't help, but really! How do those women and men do it? I couldn't imaging having more than 2 kids and going at it alone. It's hard work!
It's times like these that I wish we lived closer to family and that I had more friends down here. It would have been nice to drop E off at someone's house the other day when I had to rush G to the doctor's office.
At least I get a two day break and then B will be back home. I've already informed my partner-in-crime for the weekend to watch out: I'm really going to cut loose and have a good time!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I just saw the teaser-trailer for the new Disney movie due out next year - The Princess and The Frog. I am super excited! This movie has an African-American princess and takes place in the bayous of Louisiana. There is a trumpet-playing alligator and a Cajun firefly, which I know Ella will get a kick out of.
Our family is big "into" Cajun stuff, due in part to my stepfather. We often eat at his favorite restaurant when we're home, Cajun Connection. Ella and my niece Aubry love playing with their crawfish before making Grammy open them up so they can chow down! So the fact that this movie has a Cajun theme to it should ease the pain of my stepdad being forced to watch it after it comes to DVD. (He thinks Walt Disney was evil).
Anyway, our household is loaded with Disney movie and paraphernalia, so I'm sure this movie will make it onto our media shelf!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I told her that they were beans and they were good for her; they'd give her muscles! She whined a little, and so I broke down and sang her the song.