The countdown is on

28 04 2007

We are leaving for Florida on Tuesday, May 1st.  We are all excited about the opportunity to get away and be by ourselves for awhile and pretend that the rest of the world doesn’t exist.  We decided to fly so that will be an adventure I’m sure.  The girls are about beside themselves with the idea of seeing Mickey and all his pals.  We’ve never done a family vacation before where it’s just been our family (we usually go with either all of Conrad’s family or all of mine) so we are looking forward to having some quality time together with the kids.  I got some card games, “Go Fish” and “Old Maid” that I think the girls will love to play with and I also packed their carry-on back packs with markers, tablets, snacks, and discman cd players.  Should keep us entertained on the flights.  So, here’s hoping for sunshine, good attitudes, safety, and some freshly squeezed orange juice. . .I’ll keep you posted!



24 04 2007

Monday morning about 4:30 I was awakened from a very peaceful sleep by, “Daddy, I have to go potty!” Daddy was unresponsive. So in a very agitated and sleep deprived state, I started stomping out the door toward Bryn. The only problem was, the door wasn’t open. What happened next is all a bit of a blur. All I really recall is pain exploding through my two smallest toes on my left foot. I yelled, “OUCH!” and “DANG IT!” very loudly and that got Conrad awake. I somehow managed to get Bryn to the bathroom and then hobbled back to my bed to assess the damage. Blood was pouring from my little toe and my whole foot was throbbing. I couldn’t tell exactly where the blood was coming from and the pain was so bad I was sure I had broken the little toe. Conrad looked and said it was already swollen and bruised. To make a long story short, we finally got it cleaned up and propped up on some pillows and then we tried to get a little more sleep. I woke up in pain the next morning and I’ve been limping and hobbling ever since. I’m pretty sure it’s not broken but there is a nasty gash on the little toe and it’s still swollen and bruised.

The crazy thing about all of this is that when we finally went back to bed and I was laying there with my throbbing foot propped up on some pillows, I remember thinking to myself, “Oh well. At least I’ve got good blog material.” What is WRONG with me???

Kindergarten Prep

18 04 2007

Last week I took B and L to the doctor for a check-up and kindergarten shots.  I told them before we went that they would need a shot and they seemed okay about it.  I told them if they were really big girls they could each pick out something special at the store (a little bribery never hurt anyone, right?).  Bryn told me she wanted a cook book for kids and Lydia looked at me and said, “Mommy, I really want a pet” which, much to my relief, was later modified to a stuffed elephant.

Anyway, the doc said they were really healthy and had no concerns at all.  Then he quietly said to me, “They will each need 3 shots today so I’ll send the nurse right in.” As soon as he left, mass chaos broke out as the girls figured out what was about to happen.  Thankfully, I had had the foresight not to bring Ellie along, and my uncle who works at the doctor’s office came in and took Lydia for a walk while I tried to get Bryn, who was now screaming hysterically, undressed.  Three nurses came in, each holding a syringe.  They helped me hold Bryn down and on the count of 3 they all jabbed her at the same time (one in each leg and one at the left arm).  Any of you who know this daughter of mine know that she has had a temper since the moment she arrived on the planet (and even in utero), and she showed her colors loud and strong to those nurses.  Never in my life have I seen her so mad. . .kinda funny if you think about it.  Actually, I did feel kind of sorry for her, but holy smokes, you’d have thought we were amputating her legs.  I finally got her settled down and the nurses offered her stickers and lollipops which helped a lot and then B and L traded places and we started all over again.  L wasn’t too happy about it all either but she didn’t put up quite the fight as her sister.  I got her settled down with her share of stickers and lollipops and the nurse said to me, “Well now they don’t need any more shots until college.”  I sighed with relief, paid the bill, and got out of that office before I completely lost my sanity.  On the way home the girls piped up from the back seat and said, “Mommy, when do we have to go to college?” which really made me laugh.  I assured them it was many “sleeps” away and it wasn’t worth worrying about right now.  Then, because we all survived the experience I stopped in at Marie’s Candies on the way home and let them each pick out a piece of chocolate.  Lydia picked a chocolate computer and Bryn picked a chocolate cell phone.  I got a chocolate covered oreo for myself and we were all happy women on the way home.  Ahhh, yes, the wonder of chocolate.

Broccoli Soup

17 04 2007

For the first time in nearly 9 years of marriage, I made a completely inedible meal.  Yes, it’s true.  I ruined broccoli soup.  It’s a long story, but my mistake was in the chicken broth I used.  I pulled it out of the freezer not realizing that it was the broth I had purposely heavily seasoned for something else.  To make a long story short, it was so terribly peppery that it was burning my mouth even after only one bite so there was no way I could expect my kids to eat it.  Even Conrad, who will eat anything (and I do mean anything) couldn’t get it down.  I tried to salvage it but it was beyond repair.  So, down the drain it went and we had scrambled eggs and toast instead.   Better luck next time. . .

Stress free showers and other longings. . .

12 04 2007

Yesterday, about 1:00 in the afternoon, I decided to finally take a shower.  I had had a very stressful morning so I thought I’d get the kids entertained and try to relax by taking a nice, long, hot shower.  The twins were watching Nick Jr. and Ellie was happily playing with some toys so I made my escape.  I got out my favorite smelling shampoo, turned on the hot water and totally relaxed. . . for about 30 seconds.  Here’s a play by play account of my shower:

Lydia:  Mommy!  Ellie pinched her finger and she needs you!

M:  Is she crying?

L:  Yes!

M;  Can you try to kiss it and make it feel better until I get out?

L:  okay!

1 minute later:

L:  Mommy!  Ellie is still crying can I get her a band-aid?

M:  yes, that’s fine.

1 minute later:

L:  Mommy!  Spongebob came on Nick Jr. so I turned it off.

M:  Okay.  Good job.  Thanks for telling me.

L:  Mommy!  Is it okay if we watch a video instead  of Nick Jr?

M:  Sure, I don’t care.

(Lydia runs off to report all of this to Bryn)

30 seconds later:

L:  Mommy! Do you know what Sponge Bob said?  He said, “I’m not just ugly, I stink too!”  Do you think that’s silly?

M:  I thought you weren’t watching Sponge Bob.

L:  We’re not.  We tried putting the movie on but Sponge Bob came on again.

M:  Okay.  Well, turn the tv off until I can come help you.

L:  (Runs off to tell this to Bryn)

L:  Mommy, can you hurry up so you can help us put on the video?

M:  I’m almost done, I’ll be right there.

L;  Okay, but hurry please.

And there you have it.  What I wouldn’t do for an uninterrupted shower. . .

I’m frustrated. . .

10 04 2007

Okay, clearly I’m having trouble with that picture.  I’m only given the option to either post a file or a full size picture.  I’m sure someone more technologically savvy than I could figure this out. . . I’ll keep trying!

Take 2

10 04 2007

Let me try that picture again. . .