tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57447182011-07-31T01:22:05.830-04:00A regular mom seeking a chance to gather my thoughts. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or rather, the innocent looking!Mom, et alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17023391233097070518noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744718.post-18449841501966326822009-10-27T21:40:00.003-04:002009-10-27T21:54:24.282-04:00

Wow.Tuesday.I always knew you were an awful beast, sneaking up on us right after the deluge of Monday, but without the rest of the weekend under our belts.But this? This was a low blow. And what's worse? You're going to keep coming at us with both guns blazing.Tuesday has taken on a whole new state of chaos in our life. Tuesday is now known as "Sports Night".Let me back up a half a click and

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Let me just start by saying - Halloween? Not my favorite. I vaguely recall enjoying it as a child, but then there was the incident with the candy and the stick from my scarecrow costume..... Well, let's just say, I was thankful to have a big brother.But, I'm living with four people who really seem to like the holiday, so I've pulled myself up by the bootstraps and joining in. My doors display

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File this under "classic conversations"Bonnie - Ok Mom! We cleaned up the whole playroom!!Me - Really? The whole thing?Bonnie - Yes!!!!Me - And you put everything away where it belongs?Bonnie - **insert stunned silence here**Me - So if I pulled out a tub, I wouldn't find random things all stuck in there?Bonnie - Well, actually, we didn't.as she runs back upstairs:Bonnie - Clyyyyyyyde! We hafta

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Today has been filled with funny kid-isms. In no particular order:From Clyde: I spy, wif my wittle grwasses eyes................underpants! (peering through his bottle of water, and with underpants no where in sight.....)From Bonnie: It's spring, tra la la la la!!!! (upon spying the fountain was on in the school pond)From Dexter: You mean, I can really, really use my muscles?!?! (when told he

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Not that I'm counting, but in T minus 40 hours, I will be in a car bound for a warmer, less stressful, sandier locale.And hopefully, sometime between now and then, I'll have my act together and get everything packed.Oh, and Lands' End? Yeah, this size EIGHT rashguard isn't going to be much help on Bonnie unless it was intended to be a dress. Thanks, for that.

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Seriously. Going somewhere for spring break sounded like a GRAND plan. Especially back in August, when we decided that, newly constrained by Dexter's school schedule, we would be ready to get outta dodge come spring.And really, it ** does** sound like a great idea. A week of no plans, beach, warm weather! What's not to love??Except the whole getting ready for the trip? Yeah, that part?

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Don't tell mother nature, but THIS mother has declared winter to be over.(Ok - side note? Facebook makes me talk about myself in the third person. It's a disease.)So, with spring break blissfully on the horizon, and the forecast this week looking decidedly NOT cold (ok, so morning lows of 30* might be pushing it, but I'll call it brisk. Brisk sounds uplifting! Cold? Cold is depressing....) -

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I had the grandest of intentions. Well, actually, it was the lack of grand intentions that made it so grand.A day where, despite all the alluring things to do, Bonnie, Clyde, and I would stay in our PJs all day and not leave the house.Except, that I felt the need to shower.And then, Bonnie decided it was "wear a fancy skirt" day.And then, Clyde decided to see how many outfits he could put on in

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Sometimes, the train of thought of a 3 year old is just too much to follow!Today, in the span of 15 minutes, from Clyde:Why are there lines? (the grout in the time)Why are these ones black? (again, tile)Why are there leaves here? (the nap of the bathroom rug, not leaves at all)What is this brush for? (makeup brush)Why is that necklace hanging there? (on my vanity)Why is those socks grey?Where did

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.......or why my brain can no longer process regular speech.The following occurred today at approximately 11:30am, while driving home from gymnastics.Bonnie - Mom, what's after gymnastics?Me - We're going home to have lunch.B - What's for lunch?M - Grilled CheeseB - And then what?M - NapB - Can I play Play-Doh?M - Yes you may, but not until after we pick up Dexter from school, after nap..........

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Dexter announced, on the way home from school today:"Mom, did you know there's only six weeks 'til summer? The grasshog saw his shadow. It's a bummer........."Yeah, buddy, it is a bummer. Especially when you realize, six weeks from now, you're still two months away from summer, little man.

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It's been, shall we say, a little rough around here lately. Clyde has a cold (which for him means nebulizer IMMEDIATELY to even have a chance of avoiding pneumonia), Dexter's been on school cancellation and/or 2 hour delay most of the week (meaning our schedule? Totally out of whack), and Bonnie has been beyond fragile (aka - sobbing at the drop of a hat).I'm racking it all up to screwed up

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What is it about Friday that both elates and stresses? The joy of the unplanned weekend. The opportunity of the unplanned weekend. The openness of the unplanned weekend. Good things, right?And yet, it stresses me out a little bit to not know exactly what I'm going to be doing this weekend.Apparently, I have passed on this over-planning gene to my kids - every moment, they want to know what's

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This seems fitting for me lately - though I must admit, I'm not purposely postponing things, it just seems to always happen that way.I'm not sure, but I'd be willing to wager that I've secretly been enrolled in an undergroup time warp experiment where I really only have about 2 hours per day instead of the generally accepted 24. I'm not sure the point of it, except possibly to see how much a

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Or so it would seem by my absence, yes no?Oy - stop, start. stop, start. Seems to be the name of the game around my part of the world.A new school year is in full swing already - Dexter's a Kindergartner, Bonnie and Clyde are in Beginners Preschool. Add in hockey for Dex and gymnastics for B&C and the weeks get busy.Better. Soon. I promise.

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Yeah, I know. It's not how the song goes. I can't help it! Thursdays are our crazy days!Bonnie and Clyde have school at 8:30. Dexter has school at 9 25 minutes across town.Bonnie and Clyde are done at 11:30, and Dex is done at 1. Then, at 5:30, everyone goes to swim lessons, followed by dinner at Subway (hey, it's **right** there in the Y. Easy fix!). Home for bath and bed, and BLINK!

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Overheard from the kitchen, where timeouts were being served au deux:Clyde: Gawd is gweatBonnie: Gawd is doodClyde: Tank Oou GawdBonnie: Now, des get out da snacks!Ok, so not exactly how the prayer goes, but hey, A+ for effort, right?**sigh**Sorry it's been so long since I updated. It's been a little rough around the behavior edges. We also recently completed a trip to Kansas City to visit

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It is FREEZING here. As in, single digit temp, 45mph wind gusts, and resulting way way way negative wind chills.Even my office is cold, and seriously? Typing (accurately) with gloves on is difficult. Dexter wants you to know - typing with mittens on is impossible!Today was good. There was no hitting, no spitting, and no biting. And thanks to a new addition to the stroller armada, kicking is

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Today looks like this:5:45am Husband left for work.6amMy alarm goes off, and I procrastinate getting up until.........6:10amBonnie woke up (and begged "Git me oudda hewe, pease, momma")6:25amEntire house is awake, and I feel the opportunity for a shower slipping away.6:30amI determine it's now or never, destruction of the house be damned. StormHawks and Pokemon entertain Dexter, and I try to

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The title of today's entry is brought to you by Richard Carlson. I don't know who he is, and I don't know if he did something amazing or historical. I do think, though, he must have spent some time in my life recently, though!I've been missing more than not lately. Sorry about that.I'm having difficulty finding anything newsworthy or even slightly humorous in the kicking, hitting, pinching,

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Actual text of an email sent to Husband moments ago.Pretty much sums up our day here at the homestead:1. The movies are being relocated to the green bins and being placed in your office. At least for now. I couldn't think of another place to put them and keep them out of reach for Bonnie and Clyde.2. All of the Little People are put away right now. One phrase "thou shalt not use LP as

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Things have been rough around the homestead lately. Bonnie and Clyde are marching ever closer to three, which around here, seems to be like me voluntarily marching straight into Dante's Inferno. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Yep, that pretty much sums it up these days!Today has been the epitome of this, as evidenced by (in no particular order) screaming, spitting, biting, kicking,

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There are days that I'm so thankful to be a SAHM. When I'm the first to witness a new kid-ism, I'm particularly thankful.Today is one of those days.The Leap Frog Word Whammer was a big hit from Christmas. Learning the ABC song has been a favorite activity of Bonnie and Clyde lately. Bonnie almost has it. At least in her mind.A B C D E F G H I J K Lemonelopie Q R S 1 2 3 bubbleview yes Y

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I'm not sure what station I'm broadcasting on, but I can tell you that it's transmitting at a frequency the monkeys in this house don't hear.It's been a long and tiring day here (day two of no school for the week - this time parent/teacher conferences).In the last 36 hours, I've come to realize that I can not locate original birth certificates for any of my three children, baptismal certificates

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This quote, or at least this part of the quote, was featured prominently in the homily by Fr. John yesterday at Mass.It made me think, and made me realize, that my actions don't always portray the message I'm hoping to send - to my kids, to my husband, to my friends, to my family.Have you ever noticed this in your life? It was particularly apparent to me, in retrospect, from an instance on

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A nap by the kids, that is!Holy cow. I'm pooped.We had a litany of errands to run today, and I was really counting on some kids' sleeping time to regroup and veg a bit.yeah. SO not happening.Guess this means I now have no excuse not to get on the horn to the plumber, the electrician, and the builder. Think they're scrubbing their way out to sea together? That could explain why no one has

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Remember this commercial? I think it was a late 80's, early 90's slogan. Growing up, though, it was adopted into our daily lives, and has stuck with me ever since. Apropos anytime things are just....well...just too much.Or, in the case of today, too little. Too little sleep, that is.Why is it when you have had too little sleep, everything else becomes exponentially too much?Too many questions

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There are times when it becomes glaringly apparent that this home is inhabited by boys.This is one of those times.It should be noted that this photographed was not staged by an adult in any way. I just walked up the stairs to find this.Of course, five minutes after this picture was taken, cars started raining from the heavens, and they were subsequently gathered up in a ziploc and put in

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Holy cow. Wow wow wow. WOW!Dexter can read. Officially, starting today, he can READ!He's known his letters and their sounds forEVER, but has had zero interest in piecing them together and sounding out words. He's a stubborn boy, and when he doesn't want to do something, he won't even try. That's been the case up until now.Today, when I picked him up from preK, his teacher was telling me what

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**sigh**Was a long day yesterday, especially if you're an Indianapolis Colts' fan.Going to the game was definitely a last minute decision, spurred primarily by the fact that we had a babysitter. Given that rarity, it seemed silly not to go. So, we fired up StubHub, found some good seats, and made it official.Husband and I would attend the last game ever to be played in the RCA Dome.It was a

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In case you haven't heard the news, one of the worst times to discover that you've locked your keys in your car is the minute you're trying to leave for basketball practice.However, it's also one of the most likely times to learn it, as it's unlikely you'd think, "Oh, I've got nowhere to go and nothing to do for the next 3 hours, I should go check my car and see if I need to start searching for

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So, I completely missed my mom-break today. I had a meeting I had to attend at 1pm, which meant Husband covered the homefront from 1-2. And, of course, that means he also was able to reap the benefits of naptime.Wouldn't you know it? Within mere seconds of him leaving the house (please! the garage door wasn't even down yet!!!) all three came bounding into my office.Break time? Not today!

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I can't help but think of this song every time Bonnie and Clyde are in the midst of their "running around".Why? Because they once took my lament of "guys, why don't you go run around or something?" to heart, and now love to, quite literally, run around. As in, circles.This is one of their favorite bedtime delay tactics, and often results in fits of giggles and, occasionally, bumped heads.Today,

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So, I'm a Mac owner.As a retired engineer, this was a big, scary step for me. I took it not quite a year ago, after receiving multiple reassurances from friends that took the leap before me.I went to the Apple store. I played on the fun ball chairs, and tested out all the different machines.I fell in love with the 17" Mac Book Pro. I mean really, who wouldn't? It's a rockin' little machine

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Sigh.As a parent, have you ever thought, "Now THIS is a good idea. This will work. I'm sure of it."Let me guess - it never works, does it? Please tell it doesn't work for you, either, because otherwise, I'll begin questioning my parenting skills AND my sanity.So, Bonnie and Clyde are out of their cribs now, and have been for a few weeks. The timing left a bit to be desired, taking down the

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I love good days.You know - the days you have a plan, and it actually works out? Yeah, those days.See, they're rare around here. Not the "having a plan" part - I always have a plan, agenda, Parade of Daily Activities, whatever you want to call it.The rare part is getting a 5yo and two 2.5yos to buy INTO the the plan.Today, though, they did, and it was refreshing! I accomplished everything this

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I'm finally getting around to uploading my CDs to iTunes. This is complicated slightly by the fact that my drive is a little finicky (wouldn't *you* be if a 2 year old dropped you on YOUR head?). I've figured out what I need to do to make it work, but it's frustrating, nonetheless. (as is the red pen on my screen - same 2 year old......hmmm, think he needs to stay away from mommy's laptop?!?!)

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Um, yeah.Today is my father's 60th birthday. Great! Amazing! Wonderful! A sure cause for celebration, because he's a wonderful man who has accomplished wonderful things in his life.Problem?I thought it was next year.So, while in my mind I had an entire year left to plan a great celebration, I really have, ahhh, 7 hours. And my mom already has 90% of the planning done and food purchased for a

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Hope you were able to ring in 2008 surrounded by friends and family! We had a nice turnout for NYE this year - well, last year! - and all were able to shout and make noise and kiss right at midnight. Perfect start to 2008!Dexter waking up with the stomach flu at 11:30 last night? Not such a perfect start.Pray that it starts and stops with him, and that it passes quickly.Going to be a long day

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I'm thinking that, at this rate, it might make more financial sense to OWN a CVS Pharmacy than to continue to just frequent one. I mean, seriously. We're there at least once a week anyway, blowing through our HSA money like it's water, so why shouldn't we be able to reap the benefits of the profit margin?Yep, you guessed it - the kids are sick. Again. Or is it still? Who knows, I've lost

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Better run and get some while they're cheap!!!Wait, who am I kidding? No one's buying them anyway.Today, while schlepping the gang to Target (hey look, we HAD to get out of the house before we killed each other, ok?) we had quite the lesson in manners. You know, preschool basics - cover your mouth when you cough/sneeze, hands inside the cart at all time, keep your hands/feet to yourselves, etc

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Thanks to my daughter, I have this stuck in my head, on constant replay.Oh well, it's a nice companion as I'm sorting Little People, folding dress up clothes, and unboxing various gifts from Christmas yesterday.Speaking of, seriously - Fisher Price? Mattel? Would you mind conferencing with, say, Melissa and Doug? Maybe you guys could get together and figure out a way to reduce your packaging

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Wow. Quite the influx of cards today! 12 today, 13 yesterday. Love it!What I don't, love, though, is that I have a few that have been returned and now, sadly, will most likely be late when they receive their (newly addressed) cards. Sorry guys!What I **do** love, though, is to learn of all the new family additions, as well as those expecting them, the job promotions, the good health, and the

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So, I've determined that there is one intrinsic problem with myself. The problem? I'm only one person.Dexter's Christmas program was today at 11:45. Bonnie and Clyde's was at 11:15 - 30 minutes away.What's a mom to do? Nice that SuperDad whipped out the previously-never-used-Christmas-gift-of-2006 and recorded it for me. Who knew Clyde could sing?

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You ever notice how life seems to, well, just HAPPEN, despite your best intentions?Well, it does. So there. Which leads me here. Now what?

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Today is the second day of the rest of my life. I had intended to post on the first day of the rest of my life, but, well, that life just kind of got in my way.So here I am on the SECOND day of the rest of my life, and things are looking pretty good. The sun is finally making an appearance after a week of rain, the kids seem like they're on the road to healthy (man, what a long freakin' road

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