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I AM: wife to 1, mother to 3, sister to 2 and 5 steps, aunt to 27, not-so-much-a-chocoholic-anymore, coffee loving, cloth diapering wanna be (my youngest potty trained herself recently), friend to many.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Keeping the vampires away

I woke up in the night feeling like my tongue was not helping me swallow right. I went back to sleep. After my alarm so delicately woke me up this morning (note the sarcasm), I found my handy dandy flashlight and bathroom mirror, and looked at my tonsils. Holy smokes. They are swollen so big they are almost touching. So I found the garlic bulb on the window ledge, took off a clove, did the Rachel Ray smash it with the blade of a knife move, sliced it into about 8 pieces, and one by one swallowed about 5 of them with gulps of water. Then I proceeded to gargle with some potent salt water. I think in my pre-coffee stupor I was expecting instant renewal of health. Instead I got instant garlic burps. I know the garlic will help, but in the meantime I know I will be warding off the vampires. and the kids. and the prince charming. Hmm. Maybe I will get some quiet time today after all!!!

Friday, January 14, 2011


A purple skeleton, a mini frisbee, and a toy tuna can.

What do these items have in common?

Did you guess yet?

Give up?

The other night after the kids were in bed, I was getting ready to go out and put more wood in our Hardy stove. I was already wearing my black hooded jacket. I put the hood on and these toys rained down on my head. Apparently my little Curly Top placed them there for safe keeping. Apparently I was paying more attention to facebook than to the 2 year old. You got me, Curly Top, you got me.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Rules of a Toddler

My friend Cynthia shared this in a post today and I had to immediately hijack it. Such words of wisdom have never been spoken. Thank you, Cynthia!!

The Rules of a Toddler

  • If it is off, I must turn it on.
  • If it is on, I must turn it off.
  • If it is folded, I must unfold it.
  • If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
  • If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
  • If it is high, it must be reached.
  • If it is shelved, it must be removed.
  • If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
  • If it has leaves, they must be picked.
  • If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
  • If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
  • If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
  • If it is closed, it must be opened.
  • If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
  • If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
  • If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
  • If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
  • If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
  • If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
  • If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
  • If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
  • If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
  • If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
  • If it is paper, it must be torn.
  • If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
  • If the volume is low, it must go high.
  • If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
  • If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
  • If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
  • If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
  • If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
  • If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
  • If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
  • If it is not food, it must be tasted.
  • If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
  • If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
  • If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
  • If it is Mommy, it must be hugged.
  • Tuesday, January 11, 2011

    The Gingerbread Man

    A few nights before Christmas after my oldest two kiddos had gone to bed, little Curly Top was still wide awake. Prince Charming was home and we were all three at the dining room table. Coco Bean had made a (graham cracker) gingerbread house in kindergarten before Christmas break, and it was on display on the table. I was holding Curly Top while talking to Prince Charming. After our conversation was finished I asked Miss Curly if she could sing the ABC song for her daddy. She started singing but about 3/4 of the way through she stopped and demanded, "Who's in that house?" She was looking fiercely at the gingerbread house. I laughed and said, "No one." and tried to get her to finish the song. She sang about 2 more letters and once again abruptly stopped and said, "But WHO is in THAT house?" And I giggled as I said, "No one." And she bluntly stated, "Yes it is. It's the Gingerbread Man!" I had to pick up the house and show her there were no inhabitants. I LOVE her little mind. :)

    Like I said last time, it might just be best to move backwards in the "catch up" of my blogging.
    I was going through the pictures we took in December and cracked up at the ones from our Christmas program at church. NONE of my oldest turned out. She is a blur in them all. How disappointing! But I did get some good ones of the younger two. I even got the one of my son with his finger in his nose, but am not sharing it today. This was the first program with my youngest, Curly Top, participating. She was not involved in any of the 2 rehearsals, so she really didn't know what to think. Luckily she was a sheep and there were 2 shepherds to keep her in line. My little Curly Top loves baby dolls. Especially dolls with hair or eye lashes. She is a thumb sucker, and while she sucks she plays with hair or eye lashes. In the program, baby Jesus did not have hair, but he did have lashes. So I got a picture of her hand in the manger trying to get those lashes. And the second picture is my Coco Bean and Curly Top just standing and looking out at the crowd, and just being. Not being funny our loud or even happy! These cannot be my children! I am a smile-er. All the time. Smile. How in the world can they just stand there in the spot light and not be a teeny weeny bit thrilled to be there? I LOVE this picture. These two kiddos did not have a hard task in the program. They were to be sheep. No lines, no songs. But my oldest, AJ, was a narrator. One of three. They basically told the nativity story in modern day language while the other kids acted it out. Short, sweet, to the point, and they did a good job. AJ even smiled the entire time. I knew she was mine. :)

    Well, it looks like the pictures did not load in order. The first is my non-smilers, and the second is Curly Top getting those lashes.

    Saturday, January 8, 2011

    Happy New Year!

    So many things to talk about. After all, Christmas came and went, as did all the Christmas projects. But where to start? I could smush it all in this one posting, but I fear you may be sleeping before the last sentence. So I shall hit a few hi-lites. Maybe start with today and work myself backwards?? I think that sounds like a plan because I made something I really LOVE today. Earlier this week I was re-introduced to a site I get lost in. A site I love. A site containing only patterns. Go figure. Me? Love patterns? Noooo. And while I was on that site I found the most perfect pattern for any child's gift! A personalized name pillow. How perfect the timing; we had a birthday party to go to today for a 3 year old precious little friend. The pattern didn't call for anything crazy, and most pieces were conjured out of larger fabric scraps I already had. Silly me. I printed out said pattern Thursday morning. I was going to clean a bit (will save that story for another post) and then sew. But a little bit of cleaning turned into a rampage, so I didn't sew. Then yesterday I needed to run to town for errands in the morning and was going to sew in the afternoon, but I got some crazy kind of pressure build up in my eyes and had to lay down for a while instead. So, that left this morning as the only sewing time available before the party. Hmm. Does this sound familiar? Me--waiting until the last moment to start a big project? Noooo. Not me... I got up a little early, made coffee and muffins, checked my favorite Internet sites, and then marched up to my sewing room. My Fun Room. And I went to work. I emerged at noon with a finished product. I showed my kids to see if they approved. And now all of them want their own pillow. I do believe I can accommodate their wishes. But not tonight. Then I had to hurry like my pants were on fire to shower and get ready to leave the house by 1:15. Hmm. Do you think I cut the time a little close? Yeah, well, who's counting? Well tell me, how do you think it turned out?
    P.S. The site I got the pattern from is youcanmakethis.com