Everything & Nothing...

In Love...
So much to write, and my mind simply shuts down when I sit here...
I love my kids. There. I said it. I think they are perhaps the most beautiful, outstanding, gorgeous, happy creatures I have ever known.
Yes, I know other people love their kids too. And I know they think their kids are all that. But aren't we, as parents, supposed to think our kids are the most fantastic?
So there. I admit it. I am madly in love.
And yes, Jason is pretty OK too!
My problem is that I forget to focus on the moment. I pay too much attention to the chores that need to be done...jobs that should be accomplished. The kids are growing up so fast, and I am afraid that it will be over with in the blink of an eye.
My new goal is to forget about the crap and focus on what counts. The laundry will still be there, waiting to be put away. The vacuuming can wait another day. But my kids are not always going to say,"Watch me, Mommy!" or want to curl up on my lap and snuggle. They are going to, someday, want to spend more time with their friends than their parents. They will not always ask to sleep with us. So...I am going to enjoy each moment. Chores be damned!

It's Not Over Till...
On that note...we had a lovely party for Mimi on Thursday with most of the usual suspects present, plus a few newbies.
However, our day did not end happily. Post party, we went to register for dance. On the way home, George used the glass breaker (which Jason keeps in the car for emergencies and failed to notice George playing with), to break his window in the Mac Daddy Van. We heard a sound that really sounded like a gunshot.
Here is my confession: I yelled. All the way home. First at George because he scared the crap out of me and all I could see were shards of glass all over the seat he was sharing with Vinny. Then, I yelled at Jason. because he was oblivious to the fact that George, right under his nose, found the glass breaker and was using it as a toy while I was inside the dance studio.
So there. I yelled. I did not use profanity. There was no need. I don't spank, but I can rip a good tongue lashing off when necessary. I believe it worked. Both boys were chagrined and I do not believe George will attempt any such stunt again. I can't speak for Jason.
Don't judge me. Sometimes a Momma gots to yell.

Isms...
Vinny is now waving and saying "Hi!" to everyone we see, including all present family members. He is a talker! "Tiko" means "tickle." "Ta-too" means "thank you."
And the dancing continues, with some new and improved hip hop moves!

Natan is improving every day and I think it is in part to Mimi and George. He repeats everything they say, and actually has some meaningful conversations with them and us. I am so glad I kept him home instead of going the Special Ed route.

Mimi is sleepwalking again. She managed to get down to the TV Room the other night (2 flights of stairs), whimpering but not aware. She had not recollection the next day. I slept with her to make sure she was OK, and she did not remember that, either. Hmmm...

George. Obsessed with robots. Obsessed with his penis. Obsessed with dying (ever since Dad's funeral). Obsessed with signs that say "NO--" It's the slash line that he seems to like. Obsessed with car washes.

So I've rambled on. Before I go...top five favorite things this week so far (yes, I know it's only Monday!)
1. My Mom. For many reasons, but in particular, an offer she made to us that I will divulge later.
2. Slum Dog Millionaire. OMG. What an awesome movie.
3. Tropical Desire: Canadian bacon, pineapple slices, tomato, lettuce, Swiss cheese, grilled on an English muffin.
4. Steroids. Don't ask. But I love drugs!!!
5. Augusten Burroughs and David Sedaris (equally talented authors whom I love!).

5 alive!

Five years ago today, Lou Fu Si was born. That wasn't her name until she was discovered in a park a few days later.

Now she's Mimi and I can't imagine what it was like before we met...

We may not have been there on that day five years ago, but we are here today. And man are we going to celebrate!!

We are having a Panda Luau today! Mimi is all about the party...especially the cake.

Let the good times roll!

Here is a short video montage of her life thus far:

Make photo slide shows at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Good Times...

Spent the day in Birmingham with the Ingrams...so good to see ML and the kiddos int heir new and fabulous house!

At one rest stop, the kids saw a mother smoking while holding her toddler's hand. Their response:

"Her teeth are going to turn black. Then she is going to die. She's a bad mama, isn't she?"

Jedi Master...taught them well we have!

I also love that when we were up in Cobourg, whenever the kids saw someone smoking (of which we saw a lot), they would point and exclaim loudly: "Why do you want to die?? Mommy? Daddy? Are those idiots?"

My instinct would normally have been to shush them...but not anymore. You wanna smoke around my kids? Good luck with that. Oh, and good luck with your future cancer. Hope it's worth it.

Cheese!

So Uber Boy Baby Vinny is not only walking but also talking! Like a maniac!

His current three favorite activities:

Dancing. Put on some fast, rockin' music, and he immediately starts bouncing and moving his arms! Yes, I have video to upload!

Saying, "Cheese!" with toy camera in hand

Saying, "Aaaa....CHOO!"

Never a dull moment...

Also, kudos to Jason for transforming my piano studio for me. Can't wait to see what my students think!

Random musings...

Click here to read about an incredible woman.

I devoured her book on the way to Cobourg...could blog for hours but won't.

Ayaan Hirsi Ali answered many of the nagging questions I have always had regarding organized religion. Here are a few, and no, I don't want personal answers!

How much does a person have to suffer and still be expected to believe in some/any sort of higher being?

Is faith in the untouchable necessary?

Is faith in things concrete enough? If so, why are people judged for being Agnostic or Atheistic?

Why do people use religion to justify behaviors/decisions that are clearly human?

What matters most: how you treat others, or how well you know the bible or other religious text?

Maybe it's time I packed it in and went to bed...

For those concerned that I am actually reading smart literature, fear not: I also read several discount "cottage" books--books that are perfect for sitting in jammies, drinking coffee, and ignoring children! Fast, fun, and good for the soul...

Boy in the Mirror

George just came and told me that "someone is being mean to me." I naturally assumed Mimi or Natan...turns out it was the boy in the mirror, staring back at him, being mean.
Well. We told that boy in the mirror. I made him apologize, which he did, and now all is well.
The final mark was George shutting off the light and making the mean boy in the mirror go away.
Man oh man.

Canada Pics

Uploaded all our Canada trip pictures yesterday. They are in "Family Pictures" which you can now find under the Google ads.
Also added a few more to "May 2009."
Enjoy...

It makes (Ad) Sense???

I have added Ad Sense from Google to the blog...I apologize in advance if it is a pain.

Home again, home again...

Arrived home last night, 11:30 after 2 solid days int he van. Survived! Kids watched "Wall E" umpteen times...very clever little movie!
Almost didn't come home, mainly because we wanted to stay! However, pay checks are kind of a nice way to pay for things, so here we are, back in McD.
We extended our trip from Cobourg to head to Nova Scotia for a visit with Sara and Dwayne and to hang in "Nana's Blue House" on the Point. Ahhhh...let the slug behaviour commence!
Daily schedule at the Blue House:
Wake up. Drink coffee. Read. Think about getting dressed. Stay in jammies. Drink more coffee. Eat breakfast. Continue reading. Check to make sure the kids are safe (playing outside). Read some more. Make and drink more coffee. Drag yourself to change into cottage attire. Read. Lunch. Read. Nap. Dinner at Aunt Sa's and Uncle Dane's. Walk on Point. Get back into jammies. Read. Hot tea. Read. Fall asleep. Go up to bed.
Repeat daily.
Have I mentioned that we LOVE Nana's Blue House?? It sits up a hill at the end of a long lane. Ocean to the front and side. Cows in the surrounding fields. No TV. No computer.
Damn.

Now for fun!

Mimi: "But the boys kept waking me up, so I HAD to play!" (after getting in trouble from Da b/c she and the boys were NOT sleeping):

George: |"There's that noodle dog again." (Meaning the golden doodle dog we saw yesterday!)

Natan: "Well done!Well done!" (his "phrase-of-the-day")

Vinny: "Cheese!" and pose...whenever the camera comes out!

Heading to Tim's for biscuits then shopping...beach again tonight.
Scottish Highland festival tomorrow!!!! Haggis, anyone?????!!!!!!

Stupid Toronto Union

So...Canada Day is rapidly approaching (July 1) and the Toronto city workers are on strike. Garbage is not being collected. Instead, temporary dump sites have been set up throughout the city--parks of all places! The union workers (who are paid VERY well and have great benefits) are demanding higher pay and more benefits.
Now, as you probably know, I lean toward a very Socialist ideal.
HOWEVER...I have been to developing nations. I have seen the work conditions. People in Toronto should be thankful they are employed and are compensated well for their work. Should I dare mention that these workers have high school educations?? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but...I have Master's degree. If I want to work, I will earn more because I have earned it!
I am trying to convince Jason to take a road trip with a load of garbage to dump in front of the picketers, but he is not game. Mimi is...maybe I'll take her!
So, avoid Toronto! What was once a gorgeous city is turning into a garbage slum at the hands of the unions.
This is both a pro and a con to moving back to Canada. I am not in favor of unions, but I would like to part of the solution.

Eh??!!

Having a BLAST!
Left McD. at 2:30 Sunday afternoon...arrive Cobourg, Ontario at 10:00 a.m. Enjoyed a Tim's and ate breakfast at the park since Nana was out when we arrived--note to self: get a house key!!!!!
Mum left right away for a dentist appt. Within minutes of us arriving, Mum leaving, George somehow set the house alarm so as soon as we opened the front door, the house was filled with a screaming siren and automated female voice announcing there was a "South Door" open. It went on for a good twenty minutes. The security company called, but with the siren bleating and George standing in front of me crying, 'I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!" she couldn't hear me. I called the dentist's office finally and got the code from mum who said, "I THINK that's it!!!"
So, we have likely already over stayed our welcome, but man, are we having fun!!!!
Had a birthday dinner for Nana (which she cooked!) and then headed to the beach for fun in the "water fing" which is the playground of water spraying thingys! Woo Hoo!!!!!!!
Off to Auntie Gail's today to see Heather and Uncle Biff before Heather downloads the baby!!
Anonymous: I brought a forzen section of your cake for thebirthday dinner...LOVED by all!!!! Mimi and George loved finding out those cakes belong to their beloved Celeste!!!!! Thanks!

All our bages are packed, we're ready to go!

Car cleaned and packed...
House cleaned and ready...
Blackberries picked and packed and ready to go into Nana's pie...
Suitcases, etc. packed and loaded...
Last load of laundry drying...
Kids sleeping...
Two very tired parents vegging...
Leaving tomorrow afternoon...
And...I only made three lists!
Here we come, Nana!!!!!!!!

Ahhh....

All our kids are having fun this week at "camp"--even Vinny is happy since he is with his Maggie! Except for the mysterious red thing in George's nether regions, there haven't been any glitches (to my knowledge!).

Successful outcome at the dermatologist for Natan and me today, and we only waited 45 minutes in the waiting room, then another 30 minutes in the exam room and only saw the PA for about five minutes...

Got everything planted that needed to be planted...

Every time we leave the house, the kids think we're "going to Nana's!" They are so excited but then so bummed when we end up at church or Wal Mart!!!!!

Night swim with the kiddos to cool off before a way too late bedtime...

Anonymous, if you're reading this...THANK YOU for making this such a fabulous week for our kids, and also THANKS for your cake today--I haven't snacked all week, but I did today!!!!!!!

So you think you can dance!

Mimi & George performed in their spring dance recital on Saturday! Their teacher, Miss Beverly, is super sweet to the kids and understands their age and all that comes with being this age, which is the entire reason both kids actually moved on the stage this year--they had a blast!
Here is the video...pics posted in "Family Pictures":
dance

We had the talk with George about dance after an older boy pitched an awful fit on stage at the recital (not dress rehearsal). George is a great sport about people picking on him and being able to brush it off. He understands that people who pick on you are "just idiots." A couple of lines I've taught him to say in response to kids who may tease him about dance:
"On the football field, guys are surrounded by other guys in tights...on the dance floor I'm surrounded by girls in tights with no underwear!"
"It's all about the chicks and the tights..."
Feel free to add more!

George-isms

George, as I was pushing Natan and him in the cart while shopping:
"Are you going to have another baby in your tummy, Mommy?"
"I don't know--why? Do you want another baby?"
"Yeah...I want more Vincentses!" (the plural for Vincent--I don't think there's a dictionary spelling for that!)
Of course, the next thing out his mouth was to ask to go see the live lobsters! I guess I won't read too much into the musings of George!

Mimi-isms...

In the dressing room at the GAP store:
Mimi tried on a halter top but I didn't tie it tightly enough at first. She looked at herself in the mirror and exclaimed rather loudly: "Mama...everyone can see my boobies!"
I heard a woman next to us laughing. And the problem has been fixed.

Mimi on Sunday morning, after being woken up (again!) by George:
"I want to move to a quiet house so I can sleep in."

June is busting out all over!

We all survived the trip home for my Dad's funeral.
Observations on said funeral:
Mum had a picture of Dad in the living room from many moons ago--looking the way we all remember him. Mimi and George couldn't say who it was in the picture. Natan, however, took one look and said, "Papa." Then, before the funeral started and people were gathering and milling about, Natan walked up to the closed casket in the church, touched it and said, "That's my Papa."

George insisted on sleeping with Dad's "bio" which had a photo on the front. Even woke up in the night frantically searching for it.

I took Mimi and George to view Dad before his casket was closed. They were not afraid of him, lying there, looking very unlike how I will remember him, and how I will hep them remember him. They asked if they could touch Papa. Mimi wanted to know if it would wake him up. I think she hoped it would, rather than feared it would...

George fell fast asleep at the beginning of what was a fabulous funeral service, and Mimi squeezed my hand the entire time.

I'm glad we took all the kids...my Dad would have loved them to bits.

Briefly...

Just added some new pictures into "May 2009" in our family photos. They're at the end of all the other May pictures...

Dad

Here is something that shows a tiny part of my Dad! It's funny that pictures can show a person's reaction to different people...each picture, for me, has a story behind it, or a memory implanted.
I feel sad on a personal level that I won't even share with Jason. But mostly I feel sad because he would have LOVED the kids. And he never got to know them. And that sucks.
Makes me think about my own Life video and what it would look like...
Click on the picture:

My Montage 5/14/09

Good times...

Had a nice party for Vinny--good friends, and what I hope was good food!
Here is Vinny post-cake-smoosh!
I must say he rocked the party--give him a room full of women who will laugh at EVERYTHING he does, and he is in hog heaven!!

May 12, 2009

Vinny turns ONE today! Can't believe it!
Click on the picture below:

Vincent 1st Birthday

Confession

I'm having an affair.
I love Sam Waterston.
I think it's his eyebrows.
Jason knows.
He also thinks it's sad and a little pathetic.
And now, I'm five minutes past my SVU opener.
Chung. Chung. (That's the theme!)

The sun sets...again!

"Toodles" is gone (name chosen by kids). One of the sweetest dogs I have ever met is gone. I am sad. It doesn't mater that we didn't need him...it doesn't matter that we already have four kids, one dog, one cat. I am sad.
Turns out he is a show dog and that's why he's "intact." So THAT'S the word!!!
I'll say one thing: If Toodles gets out again...I'm keeping him!!!

P.S....Ever hear of putting up FENCES you idiot dog owners!!!

Dog is my co-pilot...

You've heard this before I'm sure. I am now living proof!
We were out on walk number one this morning and as we approached out house, saw a sweet little Miniature Schnauzer. CLEARLY looking to find a feisty female--judging by the size of his...ummm...attributes! He followed us in through our open breezeway door and is a real charmer!
Am I being sent some cosmic message from Dog???
Once he is snipped he will stop lifting that infernal leg, and may be a keeper!
Unless any of my faithful readers are interested...
Just another day in the life...and I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stuff...

Six Flags (or "Seven Flags" as George seems to think it's called!):
Took the kids on Saturday because Jason was going with a group from his school. Had a BLAST!!! 12 hours of walking...LOTS of rain...no whining, fussing, or napping!! Mimi is the daredevil of the group--George errs on the side of, "Maybe next time..." as far as the "scary rides" go!

Walking back to the car through the park, I saw that Mimi had a look of terror on her face (she was behind us with An"from Daddy's work). She jumped into my arms and finally told me that "I ate my money!!!!!!!!!!" She had been finding and collecting pennies off the ground ALL DAY--eight to be exact. Evidently, she decided to swallow one and now and some regrets. She, in typical Mimi style, heaved and threw up her $16 Ben and Jerry's ice cream while throngs of people walked by. It just isn't a day out if one of the Montague kids doesn't puke.

This morning:
I gave George his morning BP bill. He always just takes it, no fuss, no muss. Today, he said as he was chewing it (it is actually meant to be swallowed!!):
"What the hell."
I asked what he meant. He answered: "What the hell--I'm not going to take my pill anymore."
In between gulps of laughter, I explained that yes, he would continue taking it, no questions asked.

Natan brought down two pairs of pants this morning instead of pants and a shirt. He got one pair of pants on, looked at the second pair, realized his mistake, and promptly put the other pair on his head. "Wook, Mama--my hat!" He is still wearing it...two hours later!!

For those who care...Natan is just about fully potty trained!!! YAY!!!!! Now...to get started on Vinny. He is almost one, after all!!!!!!

I love my kids.

Bad, bad people...

We went to Panola State Park yesterday morning to play and hike around--a favorite place of the kids.
Arrived at 9:00.
Found abandoned puppy on slide at 9:02.
Argh.
I am normally OK in these situations--logically I know that you can't pick up every stray animal just because it is in heaven romping with your kids, who, it would appear, are also in heaven.
So, guard being down and all, I agreed to bring him home, with the rule that he may not be ours to keep--"we are just keeping him safe for now."
Not many people are looking for a puppy. Most people also don't like mutts.
We kept him--the kids named him "Panola." I thought it would be OK until today when he started in with his puppy bites on Vinny. He did it to me, and I have to say, it hurt!!! Imagine that on the fleshy little arm and face of a one year old.
So...because some IDIOT couldn't bother to spay or neuter, and then abandoned the result of said idiocy, I had to call Animal Control and be the heavy.

People: SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR DAMN ANIMALS!!!!!!!!

That is my thought for toady.

Good times...

Walmart. 8:30 this morning. Greeted by all the nice ladies that work there...nice, quiet store.
First, right off the bat, Natan scammed a Cheeto from a Walmart Lady. She thought it was very funny, and was impressed that he said Thank You!
Near the end of our shopping, the same nice Walmart Lady gave each of the kids a small bag of Cheetos (she asked first!). They spent the last ten minutes of the trip yelling, "Thank you, Cheeto Girl!" every time they saw her.
On our way out, a lady stopped and asked me if she could walk with us. My first thought as you can imagine, was that she was some zealot who was going to try to convert me to some wacky religion--she would have met her match! However, she only wanted to know where Natan was from, although she alraady knew. I also asked if she were from Ethiopia--clearly she was. She has lived here for 18 years and is married to an American from Texas. She gave me her number and wants to try to get more ET folks together--adopted or otherwise.
I was also very proud Mimi who, when Hannah (woman from ET), asked to hold her hand as we walked, Mimi asked me, "Is that OK, Mama? Is she a good or bad stranger?" YAY!!! She's been listening!!!!!
OK, so Natan DID take "it" out to go wee-wee in front of a car full of people, and I DID put "it" back in just in time, but all in all...a great morning!!! And we were home by 10:30!!!!!!!!

The BooBoo Bandaid Monster

Jason and I got the kids up last night, as usual, for one last wee-wee, and found what seemed like hundreds of band aids and wrappers all over the bedroom floor. Then, I noticed, George had wrapped a band aid around each of his fingers, and some were stuck haphazardly on his body. Mimi had some stuck on her legs, but she confessed that George had wanted to be the "Boo Boo Band aid Monster".
Oh my.
Even in the middle of the night, they keep us laughing!!!!

Dear Anonymous

I wanted to restate that you are NEVER the subject of my blogs in a negative way! I thought a lot about what you said last night...about age giving a person a sense of freedom, perhaps?? I agree wholeheartedly!
My vent stemmed from typically "old" ladies (women who act older than they really are and are negative beyond imagination), criticizing me for the little things: my baby is not wearing socks...why aren't my kids in school...the kids will catch a cold not wearing shoes...that sort of thing. And this from people who do not even know me! And it happens EVERY time I go out.
Advice from those with experience and wisdom is always welcome--I don't have to follow it if I choose not to!
And, FYI...You have two of the nicest grandkids, so you got street cred!!!

why bother...

Maybe venting is pointless. People continue, on almost a daily level, to say things to me which are highly offensive--personal things--while I remain quiet, lest I offend them...I blog because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings and this is the safest place for me to react.

When someone criticizes me for not putting the kids in school yet, do I answer them back and criticize them for their use of daycare? No.

When someone says something racist, do I tell them that stupidity is color blind which their ignorant comments prove? I should, but I don't.

When people say,"Oh, you must want to be like Angelina Jolie..." should I respond that they must want to be like Britney Spears (works for folks with two kids)?

When people say I am not old enough to know what I'm talking about, do I tell them that life's experiences make us wise, not age, and until they know my own experiences, they shouldn't judge? Nope. Because that would be rude.

When a woman told me she and her family were "chosen by god" and that we weren't and that is why George has a heart defect--should I have asked her why she would be chosen--she and her disgusting, mouth breathing kids??

I can't go anywhere and not get attacked personally without even asking for it. Checking out groceries...shopping at Target...church...anywhere.

Jason and I have a large family because it's what we want. We will add to it in a few years. It's nobody's business.
We adopt because it's what we choose to do. It's nobody's concern.
Feel free to make your comments.
One of these days...

This needs no title...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGEPjFfP5TQ

You've got to be kidding...

A local "private" school (in quotes because it's really a lightweight "christian" school), ELCA-- founded years ago under a different name because white parents didn't want their white children attending school with black children when integration occurred--is holding some sort of religion conference later this month.
Jason and I know a rather misfitting teacher (misfitting because he actually has a brain but desperately needs a job!), is part of the planning. He had various people of varied religious backgrounds coming. All the plans were in place, and the administration dropped the bomb at the very last minute and asked him to tell the Muslim leader to "not attend" because of the outcry that came from all the parents.
He did--against his better judgment.
Here is a school teaching its students to be intolerant, hateful, and judgmental--JUST what this world needs!!!! And they do it in the name of "christianity" which is just a cover for people to act poorly.

Just for laughs...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omApdPl0ovI

Seuss!

Went to see "Seussical the Musical" put on by the talented Henry Players...fabulous!!! Mimi and George went with us and they loved it!! Can't tell by the look on G's face in each picture, but we all had fun!!

The Mayor of Whoville and his wife.


Horton!


Jill Bird Lady


The Cat in the Hat!

Question...

This has been bothering me for some time...
Why do some parents think that bullying is the way to raise their children?
Name calling...
Corporal punishment...
Yelling...
Humiliation...
After reading one of the best books EVER, "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult, I realize even more that children are fragile. When a parent or adult they look up to or love, beats them down again and again, their self esteem will be demolished and they will lash out in violent ways--either against themselves or someone else.
Telling your child s/he is "stupid" or "dumb" or a "moron" just hurts. Perhaps YOU, the parent, are the moron.
My favorite is the parent who uses the word "retarded" to bully kids. It doesn't get lower...
I guess the real question is: if you don't have it in you to simply LOVE your children and show this love with your words and actions, why the heck did you have kids in the first place??

Kidisms Part ??

Jason just came in and told me that he was teaching Mimi some Chinese words at bedtime and George yelled from the other room, "Stop talking like that! I only speak Georgia!"

Yesterday, Mimi asked me if baby bees could make honey in the "honey house."

George said on the way home from dance class yesterday that he wold be "so much mad" if Natan had his R2D2. So much mad, indeed!

Braggin' a little...

Today, the Children's and Youth Choirs that I lead presented a powerful and fabulous Palm Sunday program. They always do a great job, but the tone of this one was different, and they NAILED it! I am proud and bragging!

Someone told me awhile ago that "not every child has the right to be in a volunteer children's church choir." (not exact quote, but close enough!)

Pause for expected laughter.

Isn't that the most ridiculous and arrogant thing you've ever heard?? It's also sad. For someone to think that a Volunteer Children's Church Choir should be exclusive...if it didn't make me sick, I would likely laugh along with you!
I have lots of different kids in choir--some behave, some don't always...some can sing on pitch, some cannot. My goal is to create a safe and fun environment for the kids to develop an appreciation--and hopefully love--of choral music. I tolerate a lot because I know that all children are different (yeah...here's where that Master's degree and basically having a brain come in handy!). I see them once a week for an hour at best. I am not a yeller and I do not resort to humiliation. It's wrong as a leader, teacher, and especially a parent.
So, yes, any child is welcome in my choir. There are lots of auditioned children's choirs in our area that are exclusive...I like mine.

And, KUDOS to all the great kids today--and thanks. You rock!

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A Letter to My Friend

Dear Anonymous,
My apologies that I have not blogged recently.
Lazy? No. Busy? I suppose. Nothing to say? Never!
I have a lot to say, but not enough time to write!!
How about a sneak peak:
1. Bullying (by parents towards their own kids and by kids to other kids)...stemming from a recent incident reported to me and also a great book I am reading.
2. School shootings vs. war vs. abortion (again, based on this latest book)
3. Kidisms (they happen so frequently, I cannot possibly write them down fast enough!) but I will try!
4. Our upcoming sojourns with Nana "from here to there, from everywhere..."
5. The upcoming ruin of the family name as soon as my sister sees a needle within three feet of her on her surgery day--it will not be pretty!! (Note to self: Buy stock in Valium NOW).
6. Republicans (just kidding--why waste time!!!!!!!!) Insert evil laugh.
Much love from your blogger friend...

Probably shouldn't repeat this, but...(P-word mentioned!)

It's barely 8 a.m., and this is the conversation I overhear in the sun room (we seem to be on a roll!)

Mimi: George, you really need to go wee wee.
George: I know.
Mimi: Mama!! George has to go wee wee because his penis is big!
(OK, at this point, really--what would YOU say?)
Mommy: George, go wee wee. What's wrong with it?
George: Oh, it just gets bigger and then it gets smaller.
Mommy: Why? Is it broken?
George: No, it gets big because I eat my carrots and trees...
Mommy: You need to put a leash on it.
George: No I don't! I just need to go wee wee!

DON'T JUDGE ME!!! It's a rainy Friday with nothing to do but make up fun!!!! Hi jinx abound!
Oh, and trees are what we call broccoli!
Good morning, Celeste Anonymous! Hope this made your day!

Kidisms...

George: "Vinny sure is getting to be a big boy."

Mimi (said out of the blue while driving home from the doctor's): "Remember, mama? The place we went for hot chocolate with SaSa and Dane?" (I responded, Huh?? to which SHE said like a 13-year old) "Well, YOU weren't there, Mama...just SaSa, Dane and me and Georgie." (What she was remembering was "one time in Canada" when my sister and bro-in-law took the two to Tim Horton's for hot chocolate--IN NOVEMBER!!!!!!) All this random thought!

Natan: (I am NOT making this up) Walked up to me today, pulled his pants down, showed "it" to me and said, "Wook, Mommy--it's a penis!" (Yes, indeed!)

Hyenas:
In our twenty-five minute drive to the doctor's office today, George and Mimi asked literally a million questions about hyenas.
Why do they live in Efiopia?
What does a hyena sound like?
Are there hyenas in Georgia? (George)
Are there hyenas in Chinese? (Mimi)
Why do they eat people?
Did they eat Natan?
Was Natan in his Mommy's tummy and that's why they didn't eat him?
Was Natan in your tummy?
Why don't hyenas just eat grass? (Mimi)
Did they eat all the cows?
Did Natan sleep with the cows?
When I was a little boy in Georgia, I had hyenas. (George)
I answered every question, and yes, I made a hyena sound as best I could!

Playing "I Spy" in doctor's office, Mimi said, on her turn, "I spy with my little eye...something brown." We couldn't guess it and she told us, "Natan!"

That's all I can think of---but there is SO much more!

Good times...

Natan pooped on the potty yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, so you're not impressed. For those few of you who know how potent his poops are (Carly, Samantha, Mum, Jason!), you understand my elation! He came to the patio door, said, "Mommy--poop potty" and walked right in and did the deed! Yay!!! It still smells worse than anything I have ever smelled in my life, and yes, I did feel my gag reflex kick in and I almost vomited, but YAY!!! He pooped in the potty!!!!

Sweet Girl...

Tonight at bedtime...
We were talking about nice people and mean people (don't know why!) and friends. Somehow the subject of Jason being my best friend came up. They were pleased to hear that he is my "bestest" friend (just like Franklin and Bear!!!). Then, Mimi said:
"But what about your kids? They're SO sweet!!!!!"
Damn straight they're sweet! I then said that she and the boys are even more special than friends because they are my kids. Can't be both.

Also...Jason's musical is FINALLY over this weekend--yay!! I'm taking G and M along with Sally to see it on Sunday. On that note, we have now watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory so many times to pass long evenings away (staying up too late waiting for Daddy to come home), that we all know--all three big kids AND Mom--the "Squirrel/Garbage Chute" dance. We are certified--or certifiable--Oompa Loompas!!! No, Anonymous: No pictures of that!!! But there are new pics from Dauset Trails posted. Kind of lame, considering how much fun we had!!

Funnies

Mimi: Tanta Barbara asked if she would come spend the night sometime in the summer. Mimi answered, "Yes, but I have to go to the Olympics first."

George: I was putting the train track together AGAIN last night. George walked around in circles, hands on hips, saying, "You can do this, Mommy. You're doing a good job. Don't get frustrated."
Then, he promptly sat down, put his head in his hands and exclaimed, "I am SO pissed up."
I asked him what "pissed up" meant and he said, "Oh...I'm just grumpy and I'm pissed up about it."
Awesome.
And yes, we got the train back together only to have Vinny come along and destroy it. Gee, where did he learn that from????

Randomizing...

Yesterday: Spent the afternoon with Papa Tom and Tanta Barbara on the Northside...always a trip down memory lane, driving around our old stomping ground...
Made a stop at the Trader Joe's off Abernathy and saw MANY changes from when we lived there--Jason's Dad's work is long gone and replaced with gorgeous condos!!. The Roswell trader Joe's is clearly not used to toddlers and babies--Vinny started whimpering a bit and they literally threw crap at us to "quieten him!" Down here, no one would even notice a crying baby!!
Anyhoo...on the ride up (75N), we saw a car in the HOV lane with a blown out tire, but he WOULDN'T PULL HIS CAR OVER--he just kept driving in the HOV lane...so now Mimi and George know a new word, as we nearly rear ended him around a curve.
On the way home, we passed a flattened motorcycle and fresh roadkill--no police had shown up yet. I am going to pass judgement here: Motorcycles show a person's true stupidity. People who ride always say, "It's other cars who are dangerous, not us on the bikes." Yes, I'm sure the human roadkill we saw was thinking that as he was thrown through the air to meet his death.
Our kids will not ride motorcycles as long as they live here. They know that. they have had intense fear placed regarding the outcome of getting on a bike. It's just stupid (immature word, but it fits).
Leave the roadkill to well deserving squirrels. Seriously.

Veggie Time

Meaning for me, not eating vegetables, but sitting here in my studio, breeze coming in through he door, husband in the sun room having quiet time, and all four kids asleep thanks to said husband.
I was reading through some old postings and am so glad I decided to start this blog. I would never sit and write in a journal (for no reason in particular). But, in these quiet moments, I can reflect on things--good and bad-- that happen day to day.
Hmmm...a cup of coffee would compliment this moment quite nicely.
But that would mean getting up.
And moving.
Oh, bother.

Pool's Open!

For some, today is the first day of swimming. Jason jumped in! Vinny screeched each time he did it, not in a cutie sort of way, but in a deathly fearful kind of way! He did NOT like seeing Jason under water.
The rest of us, who are not insane, stood poolside and watched! Very refreshing!

New found fun!

Thanks Celeste and Cheryl!
We found Dauset Trails yesterday (totally missed it on Sunday!!) and had a blast! Three dollars of fish feeding a very fat fish...saw lots of animals and birds...heard/saw a chicken laying an egg (sounded JUST like my sister's imitation so I knew exactly what was happening!).

Mimi became obsessed with why each bird or animal was at the park--especially the one-winged hawk who fell off his branch when he tried to fly. OBSESSED. Now she has added rescuing the entire world's population of animals to her list of things to do right after going to the 'Lympics!

Best Spring Break ever...(OK, second only to our break in Spain/England many moons ago!)

Updates

George: They couldn't get the Cardiac Anesthesiologist--he was tied up. So from now on, George has to go in as a day surgery patient for all procedures...breathing tube...the whole nine yards.

Natan: Has a blood clot in one ear and the ear tube is almost touching his ear drum. The other ear tube has fallen out--doctor said all this is normal. Looking at another tube surgery in the near future. He said there is no point starting speech until the ears are taken care of and we can get an accurate hearing test.

Had a nice message from a former coworker regarding Autism...going to look into whatever we can start doing in that area.

Sigh...

Jason celebrated the beginning of his week off with a day at Indian Springs State Park with us today. Awesome! (Pictures uploaded in March 2009). We walked around for a solid three hours until we could walk no more!
Busy day tomorrow: George to Egelston for his tri-monthly MRI (I do not usually worry about them, but I feel a twinge or something over tomorrow...maybe just mommy jitters because Jason is taking him and not me?)
Meanwhile, I'll be at the ENT with the other three kiddos while we begin Natan's stuff. First, check the ears again. See the audiologist there. Then, we can work with school or not, depending on his hearing and "how delayed" he is--schools' words, not mine. May have them look at Vinny's ears while we're there since he's on ear infection Number Three in two months!
I need junk food--MUST NOT GIVE IN!!!!!!!

Wow!!!

Check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FSnalrPYpc

Seriously???

A "professional" suggested today that Natan enter a pre-k program or daycare to be with other children. She has never met us, and we only spoke on the phone for a few minutes.
So...once again, going on a mother's intuition, I called the ENT and have an appointment Monday afternoon.
Daycare, indeed!!!!!!!
I wish government types would be more supportive of parents who choose to educate their kids at home. Not all of us are planning on doing it because we want to protect our children from others or for religious reasons (egad!!). Some of us just love being with our kids, don't mind the extra stress, and are even qualified (I think a graduate education degree holds some water here) to teach. I'm not saying it will always be the right fit for us, but for now, it is.
My biggest fear with starting to deal with some of Natan's issues were that the people I would have to work with would be "anti-home school" and I really hope this is not the case...
Yes, he has specific, diagnosed delays...
Yes, I realize he may fall somewhere on the spectrum of Autism...
Can I handle it??
He's my kid. Damn straight I can.

The Things!

We were invited by our friend, Angie, to read a Dr. Seuss book to her Kindergarten class today. Since we were reading, "The Cat in the Hat," Mimi and George dressed as "Thing 1" and "Thing 2."
We had a blast! They were w sweet, sweet group of kids!!

Why Blog?

Someone recently asked me "Why do you blog?"
It started as a way to post pictures and kid stories for my Mum, sister, and Aunt. People around here found it and at times it gets passed on. I do not link it to my church or to my piano business. I warn those who ask me for the address that they can read it but they cannot use it against me or get mad at me. Someone even said "I disagree with 75% of what you write but I still like you" I think she is a closet liberal who uses my blog to purge her soul (tee! hee! She'll get me for that I hope!!!!)
Anyway, I love the world of blogging. I would never use a person's name in a negative way, because that's not right. Perhaps I step over the line, but what is the point of living here if we cannot exercise our right to free speech?
I am not a confrontational person. I usually do not choose to "hang out" with confrontational people because they simply are too exhausting to be around! People have walked over me for years, but I rarely say the things that are on my mind because I know how it feels to have my feelings hurt by tactless people. If people blogged instead of spouted, the world would be more pleasant. We could just ignore those particular blogs!
Sometimes I vent about things that happen to other people that I think are unfair. I blog about stuff that happens when I am out with the kids. As I have said before, there is always someone who feels it is their responsibility to criticize my family...out of ignorance, of course.
As I have always said, no one is holding your hand on your mouse and forcing you to click the button to link to this blog. If you don't like it, don't read it!
Blogging can be therapeutic. I recommend it to all.
That's why I blog.

Ahhhhh...

What a great day! Even though I once again faced a sleepless night and now have the headache that comes with lack of sleep, I am ecstatic that Jason has a snow day! Good thing, since our road is completely iced over!
George and Mimi were up and outside first thing, but George came in and was very upset that "all my snow has turned to ice!" Science 101!
Here's a grateful list for today:
1. Snow (with a side of hot coffee).
2. Jason, Mum, and Sally who never tell me to "get over it" and listen patiently and offer their undying support.
3. Dudley & Dorothy--just 'cause! (Also, see above!)
4. Did I mention snow???
5. As always, my four fabulous, wild, and wonderful children.

Our snowman is still standing, but I dread the moment when he melts and I have to deal with three very sad kiddos...

SNOW!!

Since this blog is intended mainly for my Canadian posse...WE HAVE SNOW!!!!!! Not wimpy, girly-girl, southern snow, but REAL SNOW!!!!! I have just finished uploading umpteen photos of our snowy day fun--hopefully they'll be online tomorrow. We made a kick-butt snowman, had a snowball fight, and Natan ate snow--we finally found something he can eat!!!!!! Funny thing is, it will be back up to 70 degrees by Saturday!
Jason decided Brownies were in order, so that's pretty much what dinner was. Means I'll have to add an extra mile or so to my run tomorrow....blah. Bathing suit season approaches!!!!!
I really should be in bed, but I have not been sleeping lately and it seems rather pointless to lie in bed wide awake. Ho hum.

More random kid stuff...

George while talking to Jason on the phone, ignoring George who was repeating his question to me:
"Mama...Mommy...MOMMY...do you have ears?" (I say this a lot to any one of our kids!)

Mimi today driving in the car:
"Mama, where is baby Win?"
Me: "He's at school."
Mimi: "Does he go to Baby School?"
Me: "Yes, i guess he does."
Mimi after a moment: "That would be funny!"
(No idea what brought Baby Win up--see?? Completely random!!)

Natan sang "Frosty the Snowman" at Walmart today--loudly.

Highly random...

This morning...kids were watching PBS (the only thing they are allowed!) and I hear the excited yells that always happen when a certain someone appears on the screen (not Barney, or Calliou, or any one you would imagine)...

George & Mimi: "Mama! Mama! It's Barack Obama!"

George: "That's the President, Mimi...that's the President."

Mimi: "I want to watch this 'cause...I love him."

(Young Liberals!)

My question/vent for today:

When looking at a website selling bathing suits "for every shape and size" I clicked on the section for suits designed for "small busts." Up popped (literally) 72 pictures of large boobs in tiny tops. 

I can't catch a break. When I say "small busted" I meant "SMALL BUSTED!!!" I don't mean "silicone" or "Double D" or even "B Cup!"

Say NO to drugs:

We watched a National geographic show on Meth addiction this afternoon--and let the kids watch with us. It hit home. Now, George walks around yelling: "You bad! No drugs!" and then telling us that you will "get dead" by drugs.

Mimi was silenced by the pictures of the people "making bad choices." She was quick to notice that all the images of the people addicted looked angry or ugly. 

So...we got that little lesson out of the way. 

Natan:

I am taking a new approach to people who show their ignorance by judging before getting the facts, or even judging incorrectly with the facts. 

Yes, Natan has a loud, high pitched scream. 

Natan cannot hear in his right ear. At all. 

Natan is not necessarily ignoring those who speak to him. Sometimes he actually does not hear.

Natan is developmentally delayed. I treat him differently because of this and will not apologize for it, even if certain people think I let him away with too much. Screw you.  

I don't care if you are a stranger, relative, or friend...if you pick on Natan--MY SON-- I will tear you up one side and down the other. For no other reason than you are being a bully. And I don't like bullies. 

Oh...yeah...

For those wondering about a burial for Larry (yes, some have inquired!)...he's still boxed up in our freezer.
Please don't judge. If you've ever dug a 4-foot deep hole in Georgia clay, you know why I am waiting for Jason to do it this weekend.
As for Stanley...he has become the perfect dog. I think I misread grief which was actually relief. Turns out Stanley wanted to be top dog and I don't think he was in fact attached to Larry. He is the sweetest guy! Sleeping with us...never in his crate unless we have to go out...sitting...not jumping all over us...as much as I was sad over Larry, I can't help but wonder if this was some divine dogly plan...
Now there's something I can believe in!!!!!

Disclaimer...

I think I may have offended someone I actually like with one of my recent blogs.
To clarify:
I realize that I slammed mothers who work outside the home. Keep in mind that it was a reaction to yet another woman criticizing me just because I do not. Rather than blurt out the first thing that comes into my head in those situations, I choose to blog. Those women say things to me in person that are very demeaning. I won't do that because it's hurtful.
To those I offended, I apologize if you felt I attacked you personally. The people I refer to are usually strangers or people that I know but do not consider any more than acquaintances.

On a lighter note...I love Fridays!
6:30--I convinced the two older ones to snuggle until 7:00, and we made it to 6:45. Why is the bed most comfortable in the last fifteen minutes you're in it??
7:00-8:00--Enjoyed breakfast with M, G, and N while Vinny (now being called 'Tater" by George) slept.
8:00-9:00--worked on our letters and numbers. George thinks it's funny to call every letter "H" which is yet another reason I need to home school...I really can't expect a teacher to think things are funny the way a mom would!!
9:00-10:00--Made heart cookies to hand out to our dance teachers tomorrow. Also made some "freestyle" cookies for Daddy. One looks phallic--should I be concerned??
10:00-11:00--went for a walk down the road and back. Saw "Grandpa", our elderly neighbor from around the corner. Luckily he loves the kids and loves that they jump on him for hugs!!
11:00-12:00-ran on the treadmill while kids sucked up Barney and Caillou.
12:00-1:00--picnic outside for lunch. Getting ready to send three biggies for nap--Vinny went down around noon.
Tonight is pizza and movie night since Dad's still working late. Another Friday of Star Wars. It's sad that I speak Jedi...

Squabbling...

Correct me if I am wrong, but I think I may be the only person in the world, or at least in North America who overheard THIS argument between Mimi and George today:

Mimi: "My China Mommy lives in Chinese. That's far away."
George: "Well, my Georgia Daddy lives in Georgia, and that's very far away."

Thus began the debate (which lasted surprisingly long, considering the subject matter), regarding which Mommy/Daddy lived the furthest away.

Also, a shout out to Claudette...thanks for the email about a recent post--appreciate the encouraging words!

Kiddo Stuff

George: "Happy Valentimes, Mommy..."

Mimi: "Mama...can we start to decycle?" (pretty sure she means "recycle" but one never knows...!)

Natan: "I found the chicken!!!!!!" (really saying, "I found the ticket" but hey--that's where we're at! It's a line from the Polar Express movie).

Vinny Update: on a second round of some serious antibiotics (really pleased about that...) for a back to back ear infection. Dr. said perhaps it's time for ear tubs. Bring it on!

George Update: No soccer or heavy running until they check his lungs for any possible damage caused by his arteries. Dance is fine...good thing he looks good in a tutu!!!!!

Oh yeah...and it's 70 degrees in Georgia! Jonquils spotted daily!!!

Been wanting to blog this for awhile...

I am sure to offend with this one, but--how many times A WEEK am I offended by this and say nothing!!!!
To all of you "working moms" (which, by the way, I am one of, since I work my tail off all day, from the moment my and my kids' feet hit the floor until I fall into bed late at night), please do not say: "Oh...I just don't know HOW you do it...I could NEVER stay home all day with my kid(s)--I'd be so bored..."
WHAT???
My response to you: "I don't know how YOU do it--I could NEVER leave my kids in the care of someone else--stranger, friend, or relative--day after day. I would feel like a failure..."

Most people who say that to me work because they want stuff. They want a fancy house, nice car, great vacations, etc. We have a nice, simple home that we are filling with memories made by our kids. We drive practical and inexpensive vehicles. We vacate to my Mom's house where the lodging is free. We wear hand me downs and shop almost always at Wal Mart. That is how we do it on Jason's salary.
There may be a few out there who HAVE to work, but not the folks that talk to me. They are judgmental about the choice I make to stay home, and I think it comes from their own feelings of guilt. I know this because they actually say these things to me and do not consider that what they are saying is offensive. If I gave more of a crap, it would even hurt my feelings. But...I am too busy watching my children grow up, enjoying the thousand of hugs and kisses I receive a day, and not cramming everything into two or three hours at night and weekends to waste my time on useless people.
Tomorrow's plan: Playing all day outside in this gorgeous weather (with a nap break for the kiddos), hanging with Sally, and whatever the hell else we fancy. COST: Nothing. You can have all your fancy stuff. I love my children. They are worth more than gold. Can you say the same??

Four beautiful reasons to stay home...

Larry...

Larry Montague...April 14, 2006-February 5, 2009

Mimi: "What are we going to do with Larry?"
Me: "We are going to dig a big hole and we'll bury him in the garden."
Mimi: "...like a treasure?"

Somethings gotta' give...

Yesterday, Monday.
Spent a.m. on the phone with vet, Mum, and Sally...discussing and asking for advice regarding Larry. The ultimate answer, I have realized, is that he is not going to make it. If we had a few thousand dollars lying around, perhaps. But he is getting sicker and sicker, and it is getting harder and harder to look at him. He isn't even three.
1:00 p.m.--took Vinny's temperature--registered 101.9. Tylenol, headed to Co-Op. May as well be sick there as at home. He had already slept the entire morning.
1:25--checked Vinny's temp again--105.7. Doctor said to come in right away. Thank goodness for the wonderful moms at the Co-Op for letting the other three stay and do class so I only had Vin.
3:30--home again with all four kids. Vinny has double ear infection, still asleep.
5:45--wake Vinny up because I am worried that he has not had anything to drink and no meds since 1:00. He is BURNING up --temp registers at 107.2. OK, now I panic. Crank more Tyelnol into him and call Jason. That's stupid. Call the doctor. She asked if I was using a rectal thermometer. Ummm...no. I have four kids and no butt stick--no judgement, please!
6:00--Call Rachael Knoll because I suspect she and Eric are the types who have a rectal thermometer. I am right. Not only does she have one, she agrees to come over and take Vinny's temperature.
6:15--Rachael is pretty darn good with a butt stick--I believe I am forever indebted to her!!! Temp registers at 102, so the Tylenol is working.
Most days, I can hold it together and take anything that comes my way. However, between my little dog dying, and my baby sick and looking pitiful...it all proved too much.
I know there are worse cases out there, and my kids are healthy, an there is a roof over my head. Believe me, I know how lucky I am, since I have seen firsthand what life is like elsewhere. But for one brief moment, I felt pity. Lucky for me, pity is cured by a good husband, a bowl of cereal, and a little Jack McCoy...

A Great Day!

The kids are all watching Barack Obama being sworn in, and I am loving the comments made from the two older ones...
Mimi (watching/listening to Rick Warren): "He's creepy...and he talks too much."

George: "No, Mimi--that guy's not creepy...he's weird."

(I swear, I had NOTHING to do with that--all I muttered was that he could stand to lose a few!!!)

Mimi (when swearing in Biden): "But "My Barack" is supposed to be President, not him!"

George: "This is a great day, Mama...except for Stanley 'cause he's being bad." (Stanley saw fit to pee on the floor while the Inauguration took place...a bad choice, indeed!)

George: "Someday I do that." (referring to being the President).

Now...to change the Constitution so Mimi and Natan stand a chance, as free citizens of this country, to run for President. They'll be allowed to pay taxes, so fair is fair.

Happy Obama Day!!!!!!!!!!!

These are a few of my Favorite Things...

Today's favorite things:

• Reading dirty children's books with Sally at the bookstore (and no, I will NEVER elaborate!)
• The treadmill
• Firehouse Subs (omg)
• Natan pointing to himself and saying, "Me!" which he has never done before!
• Hearing George read a book to me
• Mimi whispering in my ear during our nap, "Mama...I love you for all the long time."
• Vinny smiling at random people when they smile at him--what a good boy!
• Jason having a rehearsal canceled today and coming home earlier than expected!
• Whoopee cushions...
  

Reconstructing Stanley ...Day Two

So, I am sitting here in the sun room with Vinny...AND STANLEY!!!!! He is not barking or jumping or any such thing. What a nice dog.
Every time he comes in the house now, (except when the kids are involved!), both dogs sit and wait to be invited. What a difference this makes!
Stanley is still not a good "sitter and stayer", but he is responding to "calm, submissive", as am I.
Now...to train the other humans in the house!

Public Apology

I feel that I owe a public apology for things I have said...
I watched a "Dog Whisperer" marathon last night and came to the conclusion that Stanley (our younger Bichon), is NOT actually the worst dog on the planet. He doesn't bite, he is not in the least bit aggressive, and he has a very sweet disposition. I feel like I have been unfair toward him. Already this morning, employing a couple of the "calm, submissive" tactics, he is already better. It took so little.
So...sheepishly and with a calm manner, I would like to say, "Sorry, Stanley."
Mum--you missed out on your chance to have a little white lap dog who is actually GREAT!!!!!!! The offer has been permanently rescinded!

Happy 2009!

Happy New Year!
We spent an uneventful but delightful evening with our favorite people...our kids! Enjoyed nachos for dinner accompanied by sparkling cider and then an early viewing of "fireworks" by Jason! Mimi and George spent the three hours leading up to 7:30 asking, "Is it new years yet?" and then..."it's getting dark...it's almost time!" They were all SO excited about the fireworks.
After the first one (small and not terribly loud or impressive!), George announced, "OK, Daddy Mommy. It's done. We can go home now." But, no...there were $20 worth of GA firecrackers so little scared George had to endure! Vinny fell promptly asleep, and Mimi and Natan LOVED them!!! Mimi kept saying, "More, Da! More!!!"
George then ended up downstairs on the couch around 10 p.m. with us watching "Serpico" (awesome, vintage Pacino--highly recommended, but not for a four year old!!!), since others around were shooting off fireworks between 10 p.m. and 3 a.m. and he simply did not like it! He came thumping downstairs, "Wilson" under his arm. The other three slept through all of it, and it was LOUD!
Wilson, FYI...the new kid appropriate football he is in love with since he and Mommy had a righteous game the other day (and yes, my knee is still burning!).
We are now awaiting our New Year's Day guests who are coming for a visit. YAY!

Stuff...

Playing Nerf football with the kids:
Me (after diving for a spiral sent to me by George which has left a burning sensation in my knee!) "I'm too old for this!"
Mimi (watching on the side lines)
"You mean you're not new??"

I have discovered what my super power is: INVISIBILITY...obviously, since no one listens or pays attention to me!!!!

Happy Holidays!

Every year the same...I get my shopping done early and don't start wrapping until 11:00 Christmas Eve night. Oi vey.
George fell asleep and snored again during our Christmas Eve service--something about Dudley's voice lulls him into lala land!
Mimi started farting silent but deadly ones about 15 minutes into the service...
Pulled a VERY botched scam on the Knolls with our plastic Santa. THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HOME!!!! I suck supremely at driving getaway...I stopped, frozen by fear and then turned myself in. Yes, I am a loser. Better luck next year with the blow up nativity scene.
Watched the Polar Express which scared the crap out of the kids...We've been reading the book every day for the past three weeks and I thought it would be nice to show them the movie. To quote the great Borat: "NOT."
Anyway...Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Festivus!! Whatever you celebrate or don't celebrate--do it with gusto!!!!!
Now off to bed only to get up early and start the food fest!!!!!!!

WARNING: Sex Education Lesson

Well, I wasn't going to blog this, but I can't resist.
Driving home the other day with only Mimi and Vinny, this was the conversation:
"Mama?..."
"Yes, Mimi."
"How did Vincent get in your tummy?"
(ignore--silence--maybe she'll forget she asked me that, because I am NOT the mother who will say an angel puts babies in your tummy!)
"Mama...I'm talking to you. How did Vincent get in your tummy?"
"Well...Daddy put him him there." (That should suffice, right??)
"Mama?"
"Yes, Mimi..."
"How? How did Daddy put Vinny in your tummy?"
(omg.)
"Well, Daddy and Mommy were napping, and when they woke up, Vinny was in Mommy's tummy." (Score!)
"When you were sleeping?"
"Yes, Mimi."
"And did Vinny come from your tootie?"
(It always comes back to that!)
"Yes, that's how some babies come out."
"But how did he come out?"
"You have to push really hard and he pops out, and the doctor grabs him!"
(long period of silence. Could this finally be over??)
"Mama..."
"Yes, Mimi?"
"I don't want to push a baby out of my tootie right now. That would be owie."
(Oh, thank goodness!)

So...there you have it. She asked, I answered. And...we have already had the "what makes a baby" discussion, which I told her almost everything. She just said, 'OK." I did omit how sperm and eggs actually find each other--thought she might be traumatized. Sorry, Sara...I know I used the "s" word!!!!!!

Wow!

I would just like to say that Jason's choir kicked serious choral ass today. Yes, I used the word ass. It was THAT good!

Spreading Holiday Cheer!

Here are a couple of short excerpts from our Cherub & Children's Choirs' performances last Wednesday. The Children's Choir presented "An Island Christmas" and did a smashing job! This was one of my favorites in the show...the Cherubs were just plain cute...thanks, Julie!

Birthdays, good cheer and such...

Today is Natan's third birthday, and I can't believe it! 3!!!! We had a little "party" with chocolate cake--he ate three pieces and seemed satisfied with that! Blew out is own candles with great gusto and can now proudly hold up three fingers for his age. We're still working on him knowing it's actually his birthday!! All in good time...
Spent yesterday at Jason's school in the morning--lots of fun seeing my old coworkers...
Then, on to Egelston to deliver the kids' toys, blankets and stuffed animals to the Child Life folks. Mimi and George did not like the idea at first but agreed afterward that they felt very good, knowing that kids who are sick in the "hospiter" would feel a little better with a new toy...mission accomplished.
Mimi got to have big bed snuggles last night and told me this morning that she "enjoyed the snuggles and just having girl time with Mommy." We are having a girls' day out later this week--her idea!
Christmas, the new cat, is adjusting somewhat. Between being chased by the dogs and groped by one of four kids, he is doing surprisingly well! he is a gorgeous kitty, and being 8 years old, he is pretty cool and laid back. Thank goodness--Jason now has an equal in the house!!
So...just getting ready to have about 20 or so in the house for Christmas dinner. Jason is making his now annual Flaming Figgy Pudding...
Ahhh...life is good!

Christmas comes early...

Here is what Santa Claus brought Mimi...early! Meet "Christmas" the cat. Score that Santa was at the Petsmart where Santa delivered Christmas--it was PURRRRFECT!!!!!!! She was/is super excited!

Why?

Why?
Why did Jason give recorders to the three big kids?
Why?
They can't play them--they just toot.
Why?
Sure...he gets misty eyed and says, "It's cute--they're only little once."
Why?
Tomorrow morning, when it's early and they are tooting, he will be sitting in his quiet classroom, waiting for students to come in...there won't be any tooting.
Why?
why.
toot. toot. toot. toot.

Gettin' in the Spirit!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Brrr...

14 degrees F ...
snow on the ground...
4 LARGE coffees before 9:00...
slept five in the bed last night--not as bad as one would imagine!!!!
an hour to get the kids in their boots, mitts, toques, scarves, coats...
snow angels...
Santa Claus parade today--we will never warm up after that...
glad to be alive after driving through London in snow squalls--almost 3 feet dumped!
happy that kids are having fun and baby is sleeping well!
committed to getting Natan's adenoids removed over the holidays in December--he SNORES and grumbles ALL NIGHT!!!!!
Ahhh....life in Canada!!!!

Choir Debut!

Mimi & George made their Cherub Choir debut last Sunday morning--I recorded the rehearsal. Very cute.

Great Day!

For no known reason, we just had a FABULOUS day today! We, as Mimi explained to Da tonight over dinner, "painted naked." Yes, the kids painted naked since we were using acrylic paint which is NOT washable!!! They managed to cover the entire counter, all of George, the two stools, but what fun!! Nothing like homemade Christmas gifts...
I kicked my own butt running 9 minute miles this morning!!! I never thought I would get back to running like that again, and it feels great!! What did not feel great was having to hop over the robots being thrown onto the treadmill by George--I am however, getting VERY agile!!
Vinny had his six month check up and performed very well--sat up...babbled...smiled...and it turns out he is our tallest kid so far--in the 90th percentile for height!
Enjoyed Mellow Mushroom for supper--meatball and green olive pizza!
Mimi's newest phrase: "That's not my story to tell...you'll have to ask ______ about that story." (She has, I suspect, learned this from Miss Jeannie at the Homeschool Co-op and it is a good solution to tattle tales!).
I gave the two big boys haircuts...I tried to shape Natan's into a nice rounded, short, curly look, but ended up going over his whole head with a number one and two blade...then I tried for the "Obama Bangs"...that didn't turn out so great either. So, he now just has a buzz cut. But, he is still gorgeous!!!!!!
Life is indeed wonderful...
FYI--LOVING the Christmas music at Walmart tonight!! I am ready!!!!!!!!! Bring on the mistletoe and decorations!!!!!!!!
Oh my...it's 11:00. I am very tired--it's not the kids' fault, is it?? I stay up way too late!!!!!!!

Christmas has arrived...

We saw Santa Claus today. I took the kids to Target to have their pictures made with the man. We have, for the past three years, gone to the same place for this, but Target sold me (took me), and they are done. Long story--will not repeat this next year--back to the malls for the Montagues!
Anyhoo...the kids all ran to Santa and hugged him (change from previous years--he can be rather creepy!), and when asked what each wanted for Christmas, the replies were:
Natan: "Super! Super!" (his new, favorite word!)
George: "A present. " What kind of present, George, asked Santa. "A Christmas present." Well, what kind of Christmas present, asked Santa. "A key robot. My other key robot is broken."
Mimi: "A cat." omg.
Vinny: I think he'd like some matching upper teeth to go with the two bottom ones!!!

The kids are insisting that the decorations be put up this weekend BEFORE we leave for Canada--who am I to argue! We love Christmas!!

FYI--Sally has been out of town all week and we are LONELY!!!!! Sally...come home!!!!!!!!!!

Various, unrelated stuff...

Today at the Dermatologist's office, Mimi was looking at pictures of people's skin--chins, thighs, stomachs, faces, etc.--and she asked me, "Where are all the tooties, Mama?" Seems Mimi has some vivid memories of the OB visits for Vinny last year!!!!

And yes, I am disgusted, saddened, and dismayed at the result in California last week...the will of the people, my foot. In a country where the divorce rate is slightly under 50%, how DARE anyone speak out against gay marriage?? Again, I ask the question--why are religious people/conservatives so obsessed with gay sex?? How does same sex marriage possibly affect YOU?? Ummm...it doesn't. Perhaps married homophobes should examine their own marriages and start fixing the problems, and leave the gay community alone. May I point out, for the record, that over the past twenty or so years, the most bigoted, mean spirited, unkind people I have met (and continue to meet) have all been heterosexual?? And, when I moved to Atlanta to live 12 years ago, my good friend invited me to move in with her and her partner--total invasion of their space I'm sure, as it would have been in any family--and I had the time of my life! They were the first people I introduced Jason to and I will never forgot their generosity.
When I first met my friend, Shaun (the one I lived with when I moved here), we sat in her car and she said to me, point blank: "I'm gay. I thought you should know that before we become friends, and then you stop being my friend because you find out I'm gay." Imagine having to say that to people because you've lost friends for such a ridiculous reason. My response: "I really don't care..you're funny and I can swear around you!" (Remember--living in Milledgeville at the time as my first experience living in GA--slight culture shock!). She became one of my best friends, and to this day, no one outside my Mum has made me laugh as hard as her...if you know me--you know that's a prerequisite for friendship!

So, in between admiring my kids and getting ready for a marathon trip to Canada, I had to vent. Just remember that you never know the friends you miss out on when you are a bigot.

Realization...

It takes five times longer to plant things with three little "helpers" assisting!!!!!!!!!
I may not have the best-looking or neatest gardens, but they are definitely created with LOVE!!!!!!

Hmmm...

Woke up this morning and the first thing Mimi and George said to me was, "Happy Birthday" without prompting...very sweet!
Mimi must have sung "Happy birthday dear Mama" at least 80 times throughout the day, AND offered me part of her dinner since it was my birthday!
The only person who FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY was Jason...not sure if there is a big enough doghouse to make up for FORGETTING MY BIRTHDAY...even the receptionist at the dermatologist's office today wished me a happy birthday when she scheduled my appt. and saw my date of birth.
Hmmm...I believe there is a big shopping spree in my future.

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