Monday, December 3, 2007

Mini Me is at it again....



Just wanted to boast as a momma!

Mini Me was chosen out of all the 1st graders for an award of Outstanding Achievement for this 6 weeks. Evidently each 6 weeks they choose a student from each grade level for this award. Tomorrow she is going out to lunch with the Principal and Assistant Principal and then they are heading to a Photography studio for a photo session. How exciting is that?
I splurged and bought her a new outfit and tonight before bed we fixed her hair all pretty so in the morning we wouldn't fight with tangles.
Yea Mini Me!

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Mini Me's Present...

I'm so totally thrilled and had to share something that I am having made for Mini Me's Christmas Gift. I've got a friend with an incredible talent who lives out in Colorado that is making her a handmade doll with matching pinafore dress! I wanted to show off pictures from her blog...Thanks Michelle!


Anyway, last thing - pics of the current project I'm doing (one of about 5 at the moment). A friend in TX employed me to make her daughter an EFA doll as well as a matching pinafore for her daughter to wear. It was a lot of fun. The pinafore is done, just working on the doll now. All that's left is her little shoes.



Thursday, November 29, 2007

Not for the weak stomach



MOMMY MY TUMMY HURTS
Those 4 words can be misleading at times. I mean I've got 3 kids and I've heard those words more times than I can count, but truly when have they ever puked from saying that? Well this past Monday night was Spaghetti Night. (Do you see where I'm going here?)
Everything was going great...Got dinner ready on time...fed the family...even made dessert...cleaned the kitchen....got kids bathed and in bed...Mini Me told me her tummy didn't feel good, but I chalked it up to eating too much...I mean she was playing and running around just fine all day...tucked kids in bed.....settled down on the couch for some T.V. watching with the hubby when I hear a 2 voices.
Middle child yelling "MOM MOM MOM MOM"
Mini Me yelling "I THREW UP MY TUMMY HURTS"
The minute I got to the kids hallway I can smell it....ugh and if you have never smelled spaghetti vomit then you haven't lived as being a parent. Mini Me is standing there in her new thermal pink camo night nights covered in spaghetti...her pretty brown hair laced with it too. Her pretty little face pale green. I enter her room not expecting what I saw.
Every quilt...every sheet...every blanket...every pillow and sham...her special blanket...and esp Baby K. Good news? My new carpets still clean! Whew!
Where does one begin to clean....I'll stop here with the details...
Mini me was sick all night and stayed home with me the past 2 days...we had mommy daughter time chilling w/o the boys!
But my real question is...How do kids always get the tummy bug when it's spaghetti night? Does their bodies save up those sick days for that meal? I don't think I can look at another noodle again!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Out of the mouth of a babe...(child that is)

I'm standing in the loading zone as I like to call it. It's actually the little area where the kids load/unload their backpacks when walking in from the garage. So I am standing there attempting to fold the last of the laundry when I see a shadow come up behind me. I don't turn around b/c I know it's Mini Me standing there.

Mom tone, "What are you doing?"

Mini Me, "I'm fixing to do something."

Mom, "What are you fixing to do?"

Mini Me, "I can't tell you, but I'm not going to toot."

Then she runs off. Hmmm sounds rather odd if you ask me. And no I didn't turn around...wasn't in the mood for odd smells.

His is bigger than mine!



I try to be fair...I really do. I mean if the bread gets torn on 1 slice of 6 while making sandwiches I will try and alternate which kid gets it. Of course I will try and mask it somehow so that no one will know. Not an easy task I tell you. It's like the kids have radars on..."ALERT ALERT YOUR BREAD IS DAMAGED. MOM DOESN'T LOVE YOU BEST" No really, it is like that. If I pour too much milk into someones glass surely that must mean I love that kid more. I will see the kids at the breakfast table studying the glasses. I've tried to explain that I just pour the milk and don't measure it and there is more milk if they drink what's in their glass.

I get up 1 hour before the kids on a school day to not only get some quiet time with God in, but to pack their lunches so no one sees me. Heaven forbid I cut 3 different slices of banana bread. We all know us mom's just love drama in the morning.
But now the biggest no-no I do would be packing their drinks. Some days I run out of juice bottles and not even realize it. I buy just enough for lunches, but it never fails by the end of the week I will run out. So ...yes I will admit here ...one of the 3 gets a soda pop! (DEEP GASP FOR ALL THE PERFECT MOM'S OUT THERE) Never said I was perfect, but I can't let my little honey pie go with out liquid. I always fear that that one kid will come home and announce really loudly, "Thanks mom for the Dr Pepper in my lunch today."

Monday, November 5, 2007

Too cute to pollute!



I know what my little cutie will be sporting this next fall season! Think he/she will cause a stir?

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Reason enough not to vaccinate my next born...



Vaccines aren't thimerosal free like they say they are! The vaccines are STILL MADE with thimerosal, but it is chemically extracted. However, you can't chemically extract 100% of an ingredient. Because there is LESS, they don't have to mention it on their ingredient list. But it's still there. Along with the following:

Ammonium Sulfate
Suspected gastrointestinal, liver, nerve and respiratory system poison.

Beta-propilactone
Known to cause cancer, suspected gastrointestinal, liver, respiratory, skin and sense organ poison

Genetically modified yeast, animal, bacterial and viral DNA
Can be incorporated into the recipient's DNA and cause genetic mutations.

Latex Rubber
Can cause life-threatening allergic reactions

Monosodium glutamate (MSG)
Being studied for mutagenic, teratogenic (developmental malformation and monstrosities) and reproductive effects. A neurotoxinAllergic reactions range from mild to severe.

Aluminum
Implicated as a cause of brain damage, suspected factor in Alzheimer's, dementia, seizures and comas. Allergic reactions can occur on skin.

Formaldehyde
Major constituent of embalming fluid; poisonous if ingested. Probable carcinogen; suspected gastrointestinal, liver, immune system, nerve, reproductive system and respiratory poison. Linked to leukemia, brain, colon and lymphatic cancers. (So toxic that when working with it, you must have your face covered so you don't breathe in too many of the fumes... and we're injecting ourselves with it.)

Micro-Organisms
Live and killed viri and bacteria or their toxins. The polio vaccine was contaminated with a monkey virus now turning up in human bone, lung lining, brain tumors and lymphomas.

Polysorbate 80
Known to cause cancer in animals

Tri(n)butylphosphate
Suspected nerve and kidney poison

Glutaraldehyde
Poisonous if injected. Causes birth defects in experimental animals

Gelatin
Produced from pieces of calf and cattle skins, de-minerialized cattle bones and pork skin. Allergic reactions have been reported.

Gentamicin sulfate and polymyxin B
Allergic reactions can range from mild to life threatening.

Mercury (Thimerosal)
One of the most poisonous substances known. Has an affinity for the brain, gut, liver, bone-marrow and kidneys. Minute amounts can cause nerve damage. Symptoms of mercury toxicity are similar to those of autism.

Neomycin Sulfate
Interferes with Vitamin B6 absorption. An error in the update of B6 can cause a form of epilepsy and mental retardation. Allergic reactions can be mild to life-threatening.

Phenol / phenoxyethanol (2-pe)
Used as an antifreeze. Toxic to all cells and capable of disabling the immune system's primary response mechanism.

Human and animal cells
Human cells from aborted fetal tissue and human albumin. Pig blood, horse blood, rabbit brain, guinea pig, dog kidney, cow heart, monkey kidney, chick embryo, chicken egg, duck egg, calf serum, sheep blood and others
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Thursday, October 25, 2007

Senior moment....


I found this funny and couldn't stop laughing....enjoy!

Monday, October 15, 2007

SAHM TO SAHW

What are you going to do once the kids are in school or grown and gone from the house?

My job is never ending no matter who is home during the day with me. I will still need to wash sheets and towels. The clothes will still need to be laundered. I will still need to go to the grocery store to prepare meals for the week. I will still need to dust/mop/sweep/iron/scrub toilets/do the baseboards/take out the trash/collect the mail/clean fridge out/wipe down appliances.....

the list could go on.

My time is more important than any dollar amount I can bring to my family. Are we rich? Heck no! Do we struggle? At times, but that is why we budget and don't live beyond our means. I would love to have extra cash lying around to buy my hubby that new pickup truck he wants...or buy my kids the latest and greatest toys, but I can't. I want my family to know how much more important family is than material things. Those material things don't last..it's a quick fix. Something newer and better or faster is sure to come out before the dust collects, but yet family never gets old or outdated.

My point is...my job is never ending and I knew this when I signed up for the task. I do my "JOB" with a happy heart and can't wait to spend the rest of my life doing it! I know that when I serve my Husband I am serving and pleasing God. That is all I could ask for. I want to honor my family and raise my children to love God. I pray that by example they will grow up to be strong ppl.
As for my daughter? She wants to be just like me. Here in the home serving her family. She sees me being a SAHM with a smile on my face and love in my heart. I am honored that she would take after me. I know her husband will know how blessed he is to have a woman by his side honoring and serving him too!

When the kids are grown and out of the house starting their own families I will still be the SAHW my husband needs and has come to depend on.

I have given up nothing to be what I am today. It makes my heart hurt to hear other mother's say they are bored...or that they will not give up who they are to stay home...or that they need to prove to the world/other men that they can too work and have a family.

Men and women are designed differently for a reason. A man's body was built for hard work and war. A woman's was made for birthin them babies (grins) and tending to the home. We have a gentle feminine side and men have the rough and rugged side. Thank goodness for that...

I love making my home a place my husband wants to come home to. The place he craves at the end of the day. I love seeing his worries fall off his shoulders when he enters the door to his home knowing he can sit and relax with his family b/c I have done everything to make that possible.

So what will I be doing once the kids are gone? Exactly what I am doing now!

Friday, October 12, 2007

Why is that?

Man I got a bunch of stuff going on in my head...I know my hubby would suggest that I keep them there, but if you know me.....

Why is it when you are leaving an antique store or boutique and DON'T buy anything, why do you say "Thank you"? I mean I know it's good manners, but why thanks? I didn't buy anything ..in fact they should be saying "I'm sorry" when I walk out the door.

Why do you say "oh I'm sorry" when pushing your buggy down the aisle at the grocery store when some one cuts you off? Shouldn't you say "You made an illegal left turn? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Why is it that when you need a dress to wear for an event you can never find a thing? But when you don't have any money and nowhere to go you find a ton of dresses, skirts, shoes etc?

Why is it that you can dust the kitchen island and the next morning all you see is dust?

Funny/sad thing happened. We have a ton of frogs that camp out on our driveway and back porch when the sun fades. It's so funny to see all these 'toadies', as we call them, hanging all about. Yesterday morning my dear hubby left for work (he leaves b4 6am) and he squished a toadie under his truck tire. The kids and I noticed the guts all over the driveway when they came home from work...the neighborhood kids did too. Ugh let me tell you that is nasty to see upclose and slightly fresh. So of course I did the nice thing and LEFT IT THERE FOR HIM TO SCRAPE UP OFF THE PAVEMENT. Here's the funny thing...I think the toadies knew their friend died. NONE were outside after it got dark. Now how weird is that?

Why is it on a school day the kids can't wake up and whine about how tired they are? But come Saturday morning they wake up at the crack of dawn bright eyed and bushy tailed?

Why is it coupons for cereal are Buy 3 get $.50 off? I mean I don't want to buy 3 just to save 50 CENTS! COME ON. Help a coupon clipper girl out would ya?!

Why is it you can plan a vacation in advance for just you and your spouse and one of your kids gets the tummy bug the night before you leave?

Monday, October 1, 2007

He's smarter then he looks...

I think Moses our dog is really a human. No seriously. He gives you this look like he knows everything I'm saying but just pretends to ignore me. Like that picture over there to the left. He's got his head turned to the side, but looking at the camera as to say, "Makes you wonder what I'm thinking huh mom?"
Or smile...I swear he smiles at me when I trip or stumble over yet another toy in the floor. I'll see him from the corner of my eye and he's grinning. But his latest HA HA moment is the bird bell. Let me explain....We got little Mosey when he was 10wks old. I have a friend who taught her dogs to ring the bell at the back of the door to let her know they needed to go out to go potty. So I'm thinking what a totally cool idea....So I take Moses to PetSmart and go to the bird aisle looking for bells. I'm hoping that after I get home being the smart dog that he is supposed to be he will master this task in no time flat. Every time I would take him outside to potty I would ring the bell and say "go outside". I did this everyday for 3 weeks thinking "UGH ring the darn bell!" But he never really did. But I never gave up. He's now 5 months and that's all he does. He rings it every time he needs to go outside. He also rings it b/c he knows that I will come to the door. I swear he is a little joker. He will ring the bell and then run and hide under the table. Like I don't know it was him. Then I have to play this....'I wonder where you are' game and he bounces out from the table and barks. Silly boy. I'm now careful what I do around him b/c I know its just a matter of time before he figures out how to use my computer. I can just see him writing a book about all things he overhears us say when we think no ones listening.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

It's all in the name

What is wrong with the Jennifer's, Ashley's, Stacy's and Jason's of this generation? Huh? Huh?
I mean what is so wrong with these names? They are easy to spell and let me tell you ..easy to say. How many times has Stacy had someone pronounce her name wrong? NONE. I swear I look at the list of names coming out in today's baby world and I shake my head. Why do that to your child? Do you really want him or her to constantly correct people. My name is Makayla. The AEIOUGH is silent in my name.
I mean come on. Don't do this to them. But if it isn't a strange spelling its a crazy name. All these celebrity personalities coming out with Coco or Apple. Those are pet names. Give the child a normal name and if you want to call her Coco then so be it.
This all came about because my kids started school in a new area. My daughter will come home and tell me about the new friend she met. Bless her that she can even remember the name. My son is all excited about a girl in his class named Panda. He says that she loves to wear t-shirts with Panda's on them. Now I'm thinking that surely her name really isn't Panda, but it is. Fine for if you are 5, but can you imagine a 30 year old mom on the PTA? "Hi, I'm Panda nice to meet you."
I know I know I am sounding harsh, but I'm tired of hearing about boys named Paris or girls named TeeTee. There is no family story or history behind them. No name past on from generation to generation.
I will admit. I love my state and I was tempted to name my kids after counties, but I didn't. I made life easy for them....I picked names people could say and spell and not torment my children with.
One mom must really be a fan of 60's show 'Bewitched', because my daughter brought home a friend to other day to play and her name was Andora. Now I personally would have wanted to be named Samantha. (I always tried to wiggle my nose just so). I can't wait to see who comes home next week to play.
Now I'm not saying to name your child Stacy or Jessica. Goodness knows we don't want to have another epidemic of calling the name Jason and having 10 heads turn in the direction of their name. I'm only saying, let's name our children something other than a fruit or animal and preferably something we can all pronounce.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The IT house, not the IT girl


From the time I was a little girl I knew that when I grew up I wanted to be exactly what my mom was... A STAY AT HOME MOM. SAHM as we girls like to call it.
I wanted to have a slew of kids that I could walk to the bus stop every morning and wave as they rode off to school.
I wanted to have a slew of kids walk in the door after school screaming they were hungry and wanted a snack.
I wanted the doorbell to ding dong off the wall because so many children were coming over to play.
I wanted to have the IT house.


In the old neighborhood the kids never rode the bus.
In the old neighborhood there were never any children around to come and ring the doorbell asking someone to play.

In the old neighborhood my kids didn't want to play outside because there was nothing to do.

Fast forward to today!
I can't tell you how thrilled I am. I truly love this new town. My husband promised me a great life when he married me and a great place to raise our kids. Boy was he right on both.

Our doorbell never quits ringing. I get tickled at meeting all these new faces.
The latest one is a little 6 yr old boy named Zachery who comes over to play with my Kate. He is always thirsty and always wants to throw the football. Kate can't understand him. She is all girl and only wants to play princess, dress up, or babies....neither of which Zach wants any part of. He came over again after dinner last night and went straight to the kitchen for water. Then told Kate he wanted to throw the ball. I told Kate what a great idea. She gives me this 'oh mother' look and heads out the back door....As I'm watching out the window at the 2 of them I realized the differences in both. As soon as Zach gets near Kate with the ball she chunks it. She doesn't want to get tackled. Zach tackles anyways and I hear Kate tell him to quit because the grass is itchy! Game over! I decided to go out and join them in a game of "monkey in the middle" I'm the monkey! After he leaves Kate says, "I just don't get boys mommy!" Little does she know that one day she will love to have boys come over and play...right now they are just well, just boys.

There is something about this house. I love looking out my living room windows and seeing my boys fishing at the pond. I love looking out my kitchen windows at the green belt and seeing the kids rolling in the grass. I love bandaging little legs that got scraped from falling off their bike. I love hearing my doorbell ring for the millionth time with little people on the other side asking to come in and play.

This is what I envisioned when I was little. This is the IT house I always wanted!

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Cool Video....

Founding Fathers...



(if you have difficulty reading ...click it to enlarge)

Thursday, September 6, 2007

My new toy

My hubby got me, I mean the kids, a Wii system back in July. I had to do a lot of selling on ebay to get that for me, I mean the kids...but by golly I sold and earned the money. Now let me start off by saying I hate playing video games. I think they are boring and time consuming and just plan stupid. I have the attention span of a tiny mouse, but I was intrigued about this new Wii that came out this past Christmas. To think that there was a game you could swing around and hit things and bounce things and have more than you and a buddy play....the whole family could. I LOVE IT....I AM A DORK I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Well, for a few weeks now I have been seeing a promo for a new game called Boogie. You sing and dance. I begged and pleaded and hubby bought it for me, I mean the kids, this weekend. I have never had so much fun in my life. I'm singing at the top of my lungs to "Girls just wanna have fun". The kids are looking at me like I'm nuts. I tried telling them that mommy grew up to that song. My daughter was like, "they had music in the 60's?" Well yes they did, but mommy wasn't born in the 60's thank you very much! Ok I suck at karaoke and my dancing skills look like that of a new born colt, but I love pretending I'm a star. I love watching the kids faces turn purple from laughing so hard. I love hearing their screams of laughter. I can't wait for the kids to head to school tomorrow...I want that thing all to myself....hee hee That is after I do all my chores. (chokes down laughter)
Point of this story? Yes, there is a point...you have to at least try this game system for at least 1 week and tell me you don't have fun!

Friday, August 31, 2007

All worth it.....


How can such tiny people create such huge messes? You would think that I sit around all day eating bon-bon's and watching soaps. And no honey, it doesn't count because I'm at the gym working out to look good for you while I'm watching them. Big difference.

I do clean...I see the sweat and tears of my labor as I'm cleaning all these nasty pee soaked toilets......all the loads of laundry and the many dishes that the kids seem to spew food upon during the day. And I didn't even mention all the other stuff like dusting and well dusting.

3 Seconds after walking into the door BOOM....all my hard work has gone down the tubes. Backpacks drop down...shoes and socks go flying and the door is left wide open with me standing there thinking..."well hello to y'all too" I hear 3 voices in unison yell,

"MOM I'M HUNGRY"

I love my life. I wouldn't want any other woman taking my place. If you were to clone me she could take over toilet duty.

This morning while I was driving my 6th grader to middle school I sat there listening to all the new things going on with him now that he is 'growing up' The latest is his Hair. I thought I would never see the day that this child would care about his hair. We were driving to school and I took a wrong turn (hey I'm new here) and I had to drive around the back of the school. We saw a kid he knew and he told me how cool the kids hair was. I got the feeling he was saying it in the form of a question. So being the in tuned mom that I am I said, "Hey I could so style your hair like that". No answer just a cool grin. Every morning that I drop him off he gives me a huge hug and tells me he loves me. I know that one day those hugs will disappear in front of his friends, but I'm holding on for the moment.

My middle son loves me watching him play the Wii. I love playing it too, but watching him cracks me up. His laughter is contagious so much that once he gets started you can't help but join in and have no idea why. He loves to play the sports games. Why...Don't know since he hates any activity that requires him having to run. One of his favorite games to play is bowling. He winds his arm up like a fast pitch softball and whiz....Pretty soon he is going to throw his arm out. He giggles and says, "Mom did you hear my arm pop that time? That was cool, I'm gonna do that again!"

My daughter loves to curl up with me and read books. She pretends we are in a classroom and she is the teacher and reads the pages and shows the class the pictures. I am so proud of her. She is reading words that I didn't even think she could pronounce. I've noticed her watching everything I do and say. She has me pegged down to my tone! I love hearing her tell me that when she gets older she wants to be just like me. (guess I'm doing something right)

At the end of the day...all the sweat and tears of cleaning don't really matter anymore. One day I'm not going to have a million loads of laundry to do. I will have no more finger prints to wipe off the fridge...I will never step on an army man embedded in my carpet.....and the remote will always be in the same spot I left it in. Seeing their sweet faces and listening to their stories of how happy they are makes it all worth it.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Daddy DooDoo Duty.....

Chivalry is not dead here...

Thanks Michelle....

Fascinating Womanhood
by Helen Andelin
She says "If chivalry is dead, women have killed it. They have killed it by becoming capable, efficient, and independent, able to kill their own snakes. They prove by their strength and ability that they don't need masculine care and protection, that they are well able to take care of themselves. They commonly display their capacity to solve their own problems and fight their own battles. To awaken chivalry we must return to femininity. We must stop doing the masculine things and become the gentle, tender, dependent women we were designed to be, women who need masculine care and protection. When we do, men will delight in offering their chivalry."

Friday, August 24, 2007

You ever have those mornings?

I now know why women have dark circles under their eyes.
It's because they don't get any sleep at night.
My husband has been snoring something awful the past couple of months.
I was on my last straw the past couple of days and decided to get some stuff to squirt down his throat to make him quit. (No, I didn't buy a noose, I said stuff to squirt)
The "stuff" didn't work.
Conversation between husband and wife.

Husband: "Did you hit me again last night?"

Wife: "Yes, you didn't stop snoring and I couldn't get any sleep. I think I saw every hour go by on the clock. Then when I finally fell asleep mini me walks in the room...stands over me in the dark....and says "mommy are you sleeping? My legs feel weird."

Husband: "What did you tell her to do?"

Wife: "Told her to go back to bed. Then I sat there irritated because you snore so loud."

Husband: "Why don't you just ignore the noise and sleep, I do."


Wife: "ugh"

So I finally fall asleep around 5 only to hear the alarm go off for hubby to start his day. But you see it doesn't start there....HE IS A SNOOZER! And not just your hit it once and snooze, but the 45 min snoozer. I get up and take the dog out to pee and hurry back to bed to get some sleep after dear hubby leaves.
Yeah baby! I put my "diva resting" mask over my eyes to block out any light and hear nothing but ohhh so sweet quiet. I drift off after 6:15.
BAM BAM ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BAM BAM ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Deep sigh
I lift my mask to see the sun blazing and the clock showing 7:20.
The workers next door decided to start the nail guns and saws at 7:20 am this morning on the new house. Never mind I'm up now.
I think I'll head downstairs and have 1 hour to myself and drink a cup of coffee.
Make that 5 mins....middle child up and dressed with a big grin and a sweet hug and kiss good morning. I guess the noise will have everyone up.

So I called my mom (insert note: I talk to my mom an average of 8 times a day)So I call my mom this morning to tell her about that crazy mother's blog sites latest entry. It is so like every typical mom out there trying to get her kids out the door. I told my mom that this lady is probably going to have a job writing a article for some newspaper or magazine..I'm thinking some parenting magazine...they could market her as "All in a Mom's Day" or something. God Bless my mom. Conversation as follows:

Me: "That lady had me rolling this morning talking about getting kids out the door for school. That is so how it is."

Mom: "See, isn't it nice to know that you don't suffer alone?"

Me: "Yeah, she described my day to a T. You know Mom I wouldn't doubt if some children's magazine calls her and she gets her own monthly section in their publication. She mentioned how she wouldn't turn down an offer to help with her family's income. Man, I'm envious. I wish something like that would happen to me. And to think all his happened because of her funny Ebay auctions that led people to her blog"

Mom: "She stole your idea. You started the whole posting your day as a mom in your blog."

Me: "Um mom, I just started a blog like a month ago and I'm not the first person to do that. There are millions of blogs out there like mine that have been going on for years. I'm sure this lady started her site eons ago."

Mom: "Yeah, but I bet she wasn't funny like you are before all this started."

Me: "Mom, I'm sure she was funny since before all this started."

Mom: "Well you are funny...too bad you didn't come up with that idea."

Me: "Thanks mom....."

Boy I love my mother. She is so good for my ego!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Makes ya wanna pucker!


Pucker Up!
If any of you are Southern Living magazine freaks like me then you caught this in their latest issue. I just had to try it!
Find some big juicy lemons. (I know, mine aren't big and juicy but that is all Wallyworld had yesterday)

Then if you have a Cracker Barrel near go in and look for Bob's peppermint sticks. I think these work best b/c they are not your typical peppermint stick...they are a bit softer.
Roll the lemon on the counter to release some juices.
Cut an X in the top of the lemon and then insert a peppermint stick.
Start sucking and pretty soon the lemon juice comes out the "straw".
As you continue to suck..squeeze the lemon to release more juice.
I didn't think it would work, but it did. The kids loved this and thought they were getting a little treat! Oh how I'm gonna miss summer!

Monday, August 20, 2007

To eat or not to eat?


So summer is coming to a close and I get on the scales and wonder what sick trick someone is playing. Maybe the batteries are dead? Maybe the scales need to be moved to another part of the bathroom b/c the gravity is having some horrible pull where the scales are sitting.? Or maybe it could be IVE GAINED WEIGHT this summer. Ugh. Boo to those women I grew up with that had to eat to keep weight on. Boo to my father b/c I got his genes and not my mother's. And speaking of jeans...if I don't get this weight off I won't be fitting into my jeans this winter. I like food. Food is our friend. I mean what could be so bad with ice cream? I mean they tell us to get our dairy....ice cream is made with milk so how bad could it be?

Well let me tell you....BAD. I joined this new great site for us chicks. If you haven't been to http://www.hungry-girl.com/ then you are missing out. These girls are just like us. They are looking to eat, but yet in a good way. Hungry Girl finds recipes and makes them lower in fat and yummy too. On 1 of these I will beg to differ. One recipe was for cheese stuffed jalapenos! We all love those cute little cheese oozing from the green pepper and then deep fried, but we don't love the fried factor on it. So, she gave a substitute recipe that I knew I just had to surprise my DH with. After one bite he pet me on the head and well that was it. I knew I had a loser on my hands. (The jalapenos not my husband) Needless to say most of her suggestions are 110% on and this one should be written off as a major no no!

Later that week we went out for a nice steak (b/c all of us Texans love our beef) and we ordered some armadillo eggs. Now that's what I call a fried cheese jalapeno!
OH, so that is the problem with the scales!
More later on my food problem!

Monday, August 13, 2007

To spit or not to spit that is the question....

Ok today I had a total "Be a Kid" moment and didn't take it.
I left my hubby at home to organize the garage and I was in charge of taking the kids to the neighborhood pool. I like going in the evenings because it gives me a chance to catch up on some of my reading. Today I thought I would forgo wearing my swimsuit so that I could catch up on my favorite pastime. I'm not sure why I ever bring the book since 90% of the time I'm watching all the kids do some new cool diving trick or "mom time how long I can stay under the water"...And for the record, I hate that one. I can't hold my breathe for very long and panic when the kids stay under to beat their record...anyways back to my kid moment.
The pool is set to look like you are in a tropical paradise and they did a pretty darn good job. I can't tell you how many times I forget I'm not on vacation and that I really live here.
Before entering the pool you have to walk across a bridge. You can always find people fishing off of it, but today it was empty and we could see a ton of little fish swimming on the surface. The kids are calling me over and I'm walking as fast as I can when I see my middle child spit into the water on the fish. Ewwwww Of course the mother in my says, "Now honey quit spitting on the fish". Typical son comment "But mom they like it....come here and try"
My first reaction..."Why I never"
Second reaction..."I soooo want to try that"
Did I? No, didn't have the guts. I was afraid some other mom would walk by and gasp in horror. Hey, I'm trying to make friends here, but boy to be a kid again!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Feminist I'm not!

You Are 0% Feminist

You are definitely not a feminist. In fact, you are every feminist's worst nightmare.
You believe that women belong in the kitchen.... barefoot and pregnant.


Do I believe women should be barefoot and pregnant? You betcha! If I could I would have a slew of children hanging from my boob and hips 24/7. I am the mother that sings silly songs, puts my children’s needs before my own, will stay up all night decorating 5 dozen cookies for a bake sale. I’m the mom that bakes a special cake for the first day of school. I’m in the front row of every choir concert. I’m the mom that would run all over town finding that perfect fuzzy material for a costume for Halloween. And I’m the mom who will listen to your kids when they need the comfort of a mom around.

I’m so sick of hearing women say that a few month after they give birth they are bored? Bored? Bored from what? Bored seeing that beautiful baby face first thing in the morning. Bored teaching their baby to play…sing…love…? Bored hearing those first sweet words of Dada Or Momma?

That made me think of an article I read a few months back from a mother (or should I say self-absorbed narcissist) in England. Here is an excerpt:


I can't say which activity I dreaded more: playing Pass The Parcel at parties with a child who permanently crawled away from the action towards the priceless knick-knacks, or listening to the other mothers go on about such excitements as teething and potty-training. Mind-numbing!
To be honest, I spent much of the early years of my children's lives in a workaholic frenzy because the thought of spending time with them was more stressful than any journalistic assignment I could imagine.
Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun: why was my attitude towards them so different?
While all my girlfriends were dropping important careers and occupying their afternoons with cake baking, I was begging the nanny to stay on, at least until she had read my two a bedtime story. What kind of mother hates reading bedtime stories? A bad mother, that's who, and a mother who is bored rigid by her children.

(for a complete link to the article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=397672&in_page_id=1879&in_page_id=1879&expan)

Women like this shouldn’t have kids, let alone deserve kids. I feel sorry for her 2 boys. I hope they grow up and find women the opposite of their mother and find a woman who wants to be a mother to their kids.
What’s the problem with women today? Why is it you can’t put your career on hold for 18+years to raise a family. You say you can’t raise a family on a single income. I say BULL. You can but won’t because you don’t want to give up those monthly manicures and pedicures, those new jeans, going out to each more than you cook at home, $$ family vacations. If you sacrificed a few of those things and spent more time with your family you would be amazed at how ‘fun’ life is.
Notice what the older women are told to do in Titus 2:4-5: “Encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home (read that again), kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.” In Genesis 2 God doesn’t call Eve a wife, but a “helper”. This is our starting point. Take note.
I’m not gonna say things won’t be stressful from time to time. The baby is sick, your washer broke, dinner is burned, and you haven’t shaved your legs in a week. But, the next time you think you are bored or have had enough …remember that sweet baby face you wake up to in the morning or those precious little hands that reach up to you to be held.
Feminist? You won’t find one here, but you will find a faithful and happy mom who wouldn’t change her job title for all the money in the world.

Enroll....Socialize....Complain

Today was the first day to enroll the little ones at their new school. I knew it would be a long process, so I told the kids to bring something to do and sit quietly while I filled out forms until my hand fell off. Their reward (yes, sometimes in life you gotta pull out all the stops) was a trip to Wendy's for lunch. Yes, that is a reward b/c we don't eat out for lunch...and the Wendy's just opened 2 days ago. Anyways, I'm getting off track.
I walk into the school with all these signs pointing to the tables I'm supposed to go to for new district kids....this chick hands me 2 books to fill out. (Didn't look like we'd be friends)
I turn and see a mom from down the street and she says hello...I make the fake smile and the 'Heyyyyyyyyy how are you doing???' comment and walk to the table to begin my novel. The kids run off to the library to play. (I hope they play nice and make friends)
While I'm writing I can hear the other people around me talking with each other. I thought it would be rude of me to chime in and join. This coming from the girl who chatted with someone in the next stall of a public toilet that I didn't even know...
Anyways, I was good and not only did I not look up and see who they were, I didn't join in. Partly b/c what they were saying was stupid. It was all I could do not to slap my head and yell 'OH COME ON NOW'. They took my mind off all the tedious form and made the time go by faster. I finally finished filling out the forms and noticed I had a few other stations to go to before I could get my booty out of there. Car tag line, nurse line, verify my residence line, tshirt line, PTA line, and another line I ran pasted b/c I didn't want to be social anymore.
On to the reward....WENDY'S yes it is a treat! We actually decided to go inside to eat b/c the place just opened 2 days ago and I thought it would be clean and nice. Boy was I wrong. This restaurant is located near a major construction site. Every dirty worker has his butt in there to eat. I nearly thought I would pass out from the smell of some of these dudes. I swear one of them hadn't showered in a year and I was afraid some ticks would fly off and hit me....next time must remember to either not go at lunch time or get it to go.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I knew I looked famous

See, I knew I had potential for something big. Just makes me wonder why I haven't been spotted in the mall or at some PTA function. I guess I will keep waiting for my big break. In the mean time, I think I will stick to what I'm best at. Being a scatter brain mom and wife! Giddy up!

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Tribute to My Mother







"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."


Today I sat at the car wash for well over an hour. Luckily the kids weren't with me or I'd have been in trouble! I don't care if it pours down rain for the rest of the month, my car was so filthy that I couldn't recognize it when looking for the darn thing in a parking lot. Today was the day. I drove to Denton and visited with my mom on the way there. Told her I'd call her when I got in my car. 20 minutes later she calls to see how my car looks and to see if its raining in San Antonio. I reminded her I am in Denton. (Gotta love her) 20 minutes later she phones again to see if I'm in my car and I told her Nope. About this time a young girl with blond hair in a ponytail was sitting next to me. She was busy texting someone like all teens do. When my mom called the last time I heard the girl giggle. When I hung up she said she was sorry to eavesdrop (as if I have never done that.....) and said that she went to college a year ago and her mom makes her call her before she leaves...when she gets there....and after she gets home. I told her not to worry about it. I'm 33 married with 3 kids and my mom still does the same thing. Welcome to the age of cell phones.
As I was driving away I realized how much my mom does mean to me. How much I depend on the phone to ring and how I love to hear her special ring tone. One day she isn't always going to be around and I'm so gonna miss hearing her voice on the other end of the line.


We all need to take a moment to call our mom's and tell them how much we love them and how much they mean to us. I don't think I have a bigger fan out there then my mom. When I hurt she hurts...When I'm happy, she's happy.....and so on.


Thanks mom for being my best friend in the world!





Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Hear No Evil.......




My three monkeys...How fitting that they would all be covering those parts perfect for them. Day-Knee, (as Kate would say) he would be covering his ears because no matter how much wax that boy can hold he has the hearing of a bat. Jake...aww the middle child, is covering his eyes to hide all that scares him. He needs the door open at night, night light blaring, noise maker on to mask all noise, and speaking of mask, he sleeps in a eye mask. Remind me later to take a picture to torture him when he finds a wife. And that leaves the lovey Princess Katelyn. Dare we say that she is the spitting image of her mother (only better) and takes after her too. Oh, I've been known to talk just a bit too much. I now sometimes sound like my parents when I was little girl at the dinner table being told to hush and eat. There isn't one thing I don't love about all of them....maybe too much at times. Everything about them from the way they act, to the things they say. Grayson and his "I like pie" to Jake and the way he says 'Ye-es' all the way to Kate and her eyeballs and choting.
Today the kids have gone on vacation and it's a bit quiet around here. I think I will put this picture up and remind me of how darn funny they are! Be safe and come home soon.

Love,
Your momma

Sunday, July 29, 2007

From the mouth of a babe..(Kate, not me)



I feel like I should say, "Hi I'm a first time blogger, long time reader.' Huh????
Basically, it is referring to those AM radio talk shows where when people call in they make that stupid comment of being a first time caller...long time listener. I feel like shouting...."Oh please just get on with it"
Only seemed fitting to start the blog off that way! So I will get on with it.

Being a full time mom and wife I could fill volumes of my daily grind, but I think I will just stick with a few of 'the good...the bad...and the ugly'

My blog site is an inside joke to me and Mr Milt. When Kate was around 4 she had difficulties with her 'K' sound. It always sounded like a 'T'. I don't ever want to forget the innocence of her...of any of the kids.
Today ended great! I think we are going to love it here! New town, new people!
Being the shy girl that I am...(chokes down giggles)
Kate and I are in the backyard with Mr Milt and we see a bunch of girls around Kate's age playing by the lake. We both ran over to say hi hoping they would notice her. Sure enough they did! The girls played by the park near the lake digging in the sand making sand castles. Only child around would be me. I didn't have the courage to get off the bench and walk over to where the mom's were to introduce myself. I like to blame it on them but I can't! Ugh. I'll try again another day!

So, if you are ever in our house and you would like a cup of the white stuff...make sure you ask for MILT because there isn't any of the other here!

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