Friday I was too busy to devote time to my dear blog. Rather than fuss over it, I just decided to take the weekend off. Perhaps use my time to complete the many other projects I have going on at the moment.
Lately I seem to have taken on lots of things. No ones fault but my own, I've always been the kind of person that enjoys being busy. I'm the one that took up knitting because I get bored sitting and watching TV, remember?
So this past weekend, while I didn't blog, I did a ton of things.
I mended some jeans for a friend, sewed a few things for an upcoming gift, and created 'car pillows' for the boys on Friday (I'll post pictures later...). Saturday I did a bit of cleaning, colored eggs, made a pineapple upside down cake, and went to a birthday party for an awesome little 4 year old. I got out baskets, filled baskets, and hid baskets. (Then stayed up until 2 am gabbing with E.B.'s accomplice, A. P.) Sunday I woke at 6 am to the pitter-patter of little feet (better know here as the delicate stomping of baby elephants). I helped search for eggs, played the hot & cold game with frustrated basket searchers, tended to a sick kid, went to dinner with my grandparents in Milwaukee.
Next weekend is no exception to my chaos. Actually, it will most likely be worse and start earlier.
The wedding I have been talking about for months is Saturday...in Lafayette, Indiana. Sometime this week I have to pack for me, the kids, most likely Turbo. I have to wash Otis and get him to Turbo's bro's house without him thinking we are abandoning him (our pooch is very emotional). I have to beg and bribe our friend to check repeatedly on the house. I need a haircut, new makeup, wish I had time to find new shoes. I have to pick up snacks for traveling, pack a bag to feed Lucy for 3 days, compile a first aid kit with all of the potential meds/goods we'll need if someone cuts a finger, gets sick in the car, stung by who knows what, a headache, an allergic reaction, etc. etc. etc...I have to get some booze to store in our hotel room for pre/post party binging, toiletries for a weekend away, a new game to keep the kids quiet in the car.
By the time Friday gets here I'll be exhausted and crabby. I'll be brimming with excitement and anticipation, but loathing the long ride. I'll be stressed about taking Lucy out of town and about spending the $$$ on a mini vacation. I'll be eager to get to the wedding, so eager I'll forget something.
I just hope it's not one of the kids.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Mom-fessions
Sunday was a beautiful day.
I woke up early after bowling, feeling well. Made breakfast, showered, did some dishes. Then I left. I went to a craft fair with some friends. We had lunch and took a trip to Target for 'rabbit' items for all of our kiddos.
We talked about our hubbies, about bowling, about getting older. About the kids, our families, about work (or lack there of). We talked about bathing suits, bathroom breaks, summer plans. We laughed and goofed and had so so so much fun.
Yesterday I was back to the real world. Lucy wouldn't nap, Rex was hyper and bored, Nate came home with a bazillion questions about who knows what. I spent most of the day frustrated, waiting for Turbo to come home so I could attempt to nap away my gruesome headache. (It worked...thanks again Turbo...)
The highlight of my day, aside form the nap, was yet another episode of O I was able to catch in the morning. She had on moms, talking about how difficult this mommy job is (hello...) and sharing some dirty secrets about how they make it through the day. These mommies poured out their confessions, letting everyone know the depths they had let parenting take them to. (A nasty little place I understand fully.) She had on a blogger mom who started doing this for fun and now it's her full time job (can I say dream), moms who write books, moms who have done far worse than me to make it through the day.
In light of these other mommies and their secrets I thought I would share a few of my own, just in case some of you feel like you're the only one who has to ask someone else in the house if they can help you figure out when you last showered...because you're not.
My Mom-fessions:
*Sometimes, I put away the coffee pot when it is still full because I don't want to share.
*I have to ask the kids when they showered last, I forget.
*I have no idea what is in Nate's lunch. It could all be candy. I think once it was.
*There have been days that I told everyone I didn't make dinner because I was busy. Busy watching TV.
*I have pretended to be asleep when the kids have come to my room asking me for things after I 'went to bed'.
*I've given away Rex's favorite shirts to Goodwill even though they still fit. I can't stand some of those pocket shirts after a few months of daily wear.
*I secretly eat cake and cookies for breakfast, then tell the kids they have to eat healthy.
*I can't stand Rex's story time. I hate talking to the other moms there.
*I hate the other Viking band parents even more.
*When I leave the house by myself I almost always stop and get a huge coffee.
*The first thing Turbo & I do when the kids go on vacation with my parents is go out to breakfast. Usually at Cracker Barrel, one of their favorite places.
I woke up early after bowling, feeling well. Made breakfast, showered, did some dishes. Then I left. I went to a craft fair with some friends. We had lunch and took a trip to Target for 'rabbit' items for all of our kiddos.
We talked about our hubbies, about bowling, about getting older. About the kids, our families, about work (or lack there of). We talked about bathing suits, bathroom breaks, summer plans. We laughed and goofed and had so so so much fun.
Yesterday I was back to the real world. Lucy wouldn't nap, Rex was hyper and bored, Nate came home with a bazillion questions about who knows what. I spent most of the day frustrated, waiting for Turbo to come home so I could attempt to nap away my gruesome headache. (It worked...thanks again Turbo...)
The highlight of my day, aside form the nap, was yet another episode of O I was able to catch in the morning. She had on moms, talking about how difficult this mommy job is (hello...) and sharing some dirty secrets about how they make it through the day. These mommies poured out their confessions, letting everyone know the depths they had let parenting take them to. (A nasty little place I understand fully.) She had on a blogger mom who started doing this for fun and now it's her full time job (can I say dream), moms who write books, moms who have done far worse than me to make it through the day.
In light of these other mommies and their secrets I thought I would share a few of my own, just in case some of you feel like you're the only one who has to ask someone else in the house if they can help you figure out when you last showered...because you're not.
My Mom-fessions:
*Sometimes, I put away the coffee pot when it is still full because I don't want to share.
*I have to ask the kids when they showered last, I forget.
*I have no idea what is in Nate's lunch. It could all be candy. I think once it was.
*There have been days that I told everyone I didn't make dinner because I was busy. Busy watching TV.
*I have pretended to be asleep when the kids have come to my room asking me for things after I 'went to bed'.
*I've given away Rex's favorite shirts to Goodwill even though they still fit. I can't stand some of those pocket shirts after a few months of daily wear.
*I secretly eat cake and cookies for breakfast, then tell the kids they have to eat healthy.
*I can't stand Rex's story time. I hate talking to the other moms there.
*I hate the other Viking band parents even more.
*When I leave the house by myself I almost always stop and get a huge coffee.
*The first thing Turbo & I do when the kids go on vacation with my parents is go out to breakfast. Usually at Cracker Barrel, one of their favorite places.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
fAST fOOD fRIDAY
Last night another E gang came over to enjoy some company, dinner, & to learn how we made the dino soaps for Christmas. I was busy cleaning up, getting ready, & wrangling my kids most of the morning. That's how it happened...no fast food friday. Whoops.
Ah well. I figure Saturday is good enough to share what we ate!
Since it was kinda hectic here I tossed a few things in some crock pots and let them do their magic.
Pot 1: Italian Beef (that recipe is a few FFF's ago, you can get it there.)
Pot 2: Italian Sausage
This is what I did with the sausage...
Place 2 jars of spaghetti sauce (any flavor) in large crock pot. Add 1 large can diced tomatoes, minced garlic, chopped onion, and sliced green pepper. I also add some salt, pepper, oregano, and basil. Let this simmer on low for a few hours, stirring occasionally.
About 1 hour before serving, precook some Italian Sausage (I use 2 packs of Johnsonville) in boiling water on the stove. This should take 5-10 minutes. Cut these into 1 inch slices and add to sauce. Let simmer until serving.
I pair these with rolls and cheese for grown ups and a bowl of whole grain penne for the kiddos.
Ah well. I figure Saturday is good enough to share what we ate!
Since it was kinda hectic here I tossed a few things in some crock pots and let them do their magic.
Pot 1: Italian Beef (that recipe is a few FFF's ago, you can get it there.)
Pot 2: Italian Sausage
This is what I did with the sausage...
Place 2 jars of spaghetti sauce (any flavor) in large crock pot. Add 1 large can diced tomatoes, minced garlic, chopped onion, and sliced green pepper. I also add some salt, pepper, oregano, and basil. Let this simmer on low for a few hours, stirring occasionally.
About 1 hour before serving, precook some Italian Sausage (I use 2 packs of Johnsonville) in boiling water on the stove. This should take 5-10 minutes. Cut these into 1 inch slices and add to sauce. Let simmer until serving.
I pair these with rolls and cheese for grown ups and a bowl of whole grain penne for the kiddos.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Welcome Baby!
Nate will be sharing his birthday with a new little fellow!
Our good friends Pete & Melissa, along with big sis Lexi
welcomed a baby boy yesterday morning.
He's still waiting on a name but I'll share as soon as I know.
We've heard everyone is doing well. Can't wait to meet the little guy!
!! UPDATE !!
he's got a name
!! LUKAS JORDAN !!
!! welcome little guy !!
Our good friends Pete & Melissa, along with big sis Lexi
welcomed a baby boy yesterday morning.
He's still waiting on a name but I'll share as soon as I know.
We've heard everyone is doing well. Can't wait to meet the little guy!
!! UPDATE !!
he's got a name
!! LUKAS JORDAN !!
!! welcome little guy !!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
End of an Era
Every parent knows how wonderful it is to hold your new baby. That second the doctor gives them to you, it is pure magic. Beautiful, breathtaking, awesome in the truest sense of the word.
As your child grows, you enjoy all of life's simple pleasures trough this little person. You can once again play tag with endless energy, create wondrous masterpieces with crayons and construction paper, sing like a top recording artist. But, you also endure the difficulties of childhood all over again. Scraped knees, bruised elbows, the occasional broken heart. Some times you feel like you could pull your hair out in frustration, others you can't hold back raging laughter. Parenthood brings with it a range of emotions indescribable to those without children. It is the purest sort of love, effective immediately. Even before the crying, pooping, sleepless thing arrives, you love it more than anyone in the entire world. (Unless, of course, it has older siblings.)
Today, my baby turns 12. Through the years he has irritated me to no end, made me laugh darn near wetting my pants, had me in tears during his own struggles. His birth brought me light in a very dark place, his childhood filled my most stressful days with laughter, every day he makes me grateful to be alive.
I am at a place now where every parent must eventually go. This year I'll say goodbye to my wide eyed baby, slowly bid adieu to the little child that used to come home with bugs in his pockets. I don't like it, no parent does, but it is inevitable.
Next year he'll be a teenager. He'll think I'm foolish instead of funny, nosy rather than supportive, cruel despite my best intentions. I've promised myself I will try to be understanding of his ambiguity, of his growth, of his need for space. I've sworn I will do my best to let him test the waters for himself, trust in his decisions, support his choices. I know I will have a difficult time letting go of my little boy. It will take me all 12 months and at the end I will still be kicking and screaming, trying to hold on.
As your child grows, you enjoy all of life's simple pleasures trough this little person. You can once again play tag with endless energy, create wondrous masterpieces with crayons and construction paper, sing like a top recording artist. But, you also endure the difficulties of childhood all over again. Scraped knees, bruised elbows, the occasional broken heart. Some times you feel like you could pull your hair out in frustration, others you can't hold back raging laughter. Parenthood brings with it a range of emotions indescribable to those without children. It is the purest sort of love, effective immediately. Even before the crying, pooping, sleepless thing arrives, you love it more than anyone in the entire world. (Unless, of course, it has older siblings.)
Today, my baby turns 12. Through the years he has irritated me to no end, made me laugh darn near wetting my pants, had me in tears during his own struggles. His birth brought me light in a very dark place, his childhood filled my most stressful days with laughter, every day he makes me grateful to be alive.
I am at a place now where every parent must eventually go. This year I'll say goodbye to my wide eyed baby, slowly bid adieu to the little child that used to come home with bugs in his pockets. I don't like it, no parent does, but it is inevitable.
Next year he'll be a teenager. He'll think I'm foolish instead of funny, nosy rather than supportive, cruel despite my best intentions. I've promised myself I will try to be understanding of his ambiguity, of his growth, of his need for space. I've sworn I will do my best to let him test the waters for himself, trust in his decisions, support his choices. I know I will have a difficult time letting go of my little boy. It will take me all 12 months and at the end I will still be kicking and screaming, trying to hold on.
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