Has anyone else been dealing with the "Santa" question. I have always had the opinion that it would be cute if the kiddos believe, but I'm not going to actually tell them if Santa is real one way or another. I really think it's fun for little kids to believe but I don't want to say something that they can actually come back to and call me "liar" someday. You know, you hear those traumatic "I found out Santa was not real" stories. Anyway, that was all until this year Miss 5 year-old started going around telling Miss 4 year-old that Santa was not real.
I was sitting in the van with Miss 4 when she said, "Mom, I know you've been tricking me about Santa, Miss 5 told me."
My previous ideas went out the window and I immediately told Miss 5 that if she kept talking bad about Santa he was going to bring her coal. Since then, I have been shamelessly making up all kinds of Santa lore. I have been trying frantically to recreate the lost dream that Miss 5 shot down. I didn't know I cared so much about them believing and I don't know if it's working or if the girls think I've gone nuts.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Martha Stewart Will Not Be Dining With Us
I got this from a friend (Thanks to Melody!), who got it from a friend, who got it from a friend... you get the idea.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes: Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.
Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.
The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.
Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.
We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.
As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like.
In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room. Next door.
Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread. Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She probably won't come next year either. I am thankful.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes: Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.
Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.
The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.
Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.
We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.
As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like.
In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room. Next door.
Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread. Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She probably won't come next year either. I am thankful.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Rejection
So, I interviewed this person last night, or rather, she interviewed me...I guess we interviewed each other, ANYWAY, I met with a woman to discuss her bringing her kids to my daycare. The easiest things about this are that I love meeting new people and talking about myself. The hardest things are that I am a terrible first impression judger and I hate rejection. So, I looked this woman over, she is young, blonde, attractive. Slimmer and taller than me (not hard to do) and has an interesting voice (maybe she was catching a cold?). But, aside from the physical characteristics, I have no idea what she was thinking or if she'll hire me or not. I never can tell anything about people. Nine times out of 10 I'm completely or mostly wrong about someone. Which is funny, because my first impressions of my husband were that he was very good looking but not for me (♥can anyone say 21 years of marriage♥?) Many of my close friends I have disliked on sight. So, I have come to think that the worse it went, the better it will go. Weird. Plus, I can never tell whether someone likes me or not. Mostly I worry that I talked to much. (*a moment of silence to consider that*) And then, after inviting someone in and talking about myself and my family and my business, they can just up and decide they don't want me near their kids. Huh. So, after listening to me and seeing me, they know that they don't want me. Something about me or my house or my kids was off-putting. It's hard to take. You have to have a strong self esteem and sense of worth. Thankfully, I'm absolutely aware that even though I talk too much, I'm fabulous:) but I still hope she brings her kids...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tim's Birthday Guitar
Watch this for a fun look at Tim playing his new guitar! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7B0DHxewzk
Friday, October 22, 2010
new post
A new POST! I'm not going to waste time apologising or explaining. I am going to jump right in! First of all, updates on the fam:
Alex went on a mission for our church. To Tacoma Washington. He's been gone a month today and I'll be the first one to admit it was a lot harder to say goodbye than I thought. I completely melted down when it came time to leave him at the Missionary Training Center, and actually yelled at Blair to "put my baby back in this van NOW!" (can you say, irrational?) Blair sped out of the parking lot and took me to walmart where I was treated with pepsi, chocolate and a new shirt. Sigh. It's so sad how I can be bought.
Melinda is the the Marching Band again this year. She is taller and if it's possible even more beautiful.
Rachel is in the school play right now. I sort of promised her she could do both musicals (the school does 2 every year) but I'm regretting that rash promise. The costumes are expensive and time consuming and the rehearsals sap all of her good will and evergy. On the other hand, she has a lot of fun and the production is very rewarding...but is it rewarding enough?
Jessica is the vice president of her school:) It was a very cute campaign and well fought. I don't think leadership is everything she thought it would be, but it's going ok. It's her last year at elem. school and I can't believe my baby girl is going to jr high next year.
Daniel is busy with piano and scouts and his new job of 'oldest boy at home' which he is taking very seriously. It's very cute
Timothy is progressing albeit slowly. I'm worried about an increase in the number of seizures he's been having...up from 1 a year to 8 in 2 months. I guess it's time to revisit the medication question. As long as he's able to at least function where he is and is happy, then I'm happy. He's an angel and my top priority is his health and happiness.
Nick man, this kid is cute cute cute. But made of BIG FAT Trouble. This year he has flooded 2 bathrooms and was responsible for the replacing of a toilet. He threw his new shoes into the canal in back of our house. He nearly took out the laptop, ruined the downstairs couch and may be the cause of global warming....the jury's still out on that one.:) He calls me by my first name and refuses to speak to Blair. He bosses Jessica around and always tackling and tickling Melinda. He can take Rachel down. His favorite question is "But why?" Trouble, but unbelievably cute and affectionate and fun.
Alex went on a mission for our church. To Tacoma Washington. He's been gone a month today and I'll be the first one to admit it was a lot harder to say goodbye than I thought. I completely melted down when it came time to leave him at the Missionary Training Center, and actually yelled at Blair to "put my baby back in this van NOW!" (can you say, irrational?) Blair sped out of the parking lot and took me to walmart where I was treated with pepsi, chocolate and a new shirt. Sigh. It's so sad how I can be bought.
Melinda is the the Marching Band again this year. She is taller and if it's possible even more beautiful.
Rachel is in the school play right now. I sort of promised her she could do both musicals (the school does 2 every year) but I'm regretting that rash promise. The costumes are expensive and time consuming and the rehearsals sap all of her good will and evergy. On the other hand, she has a lot of fun and the production is very rewarding...but is it rewarding enough?
Jessica is the vice president of her school:) It was a very cute campaign and well fought. I don't think leadership is everything she thought it would be, but it's going ok. It's her last year at elem. school and I can't believe my baby girl is going to jr high next year.
Daniel is busy with piano and scouts and his new job of 'oldest boy at home' which he is taking very seriously. It's very cute
Timothy is progressing albeit slowly. I'm worried about an increase in the number of seizures he's been having...up from 1 a year to 8 in 2 months. I guess it's time to revisit the medication question. As long as he's able to at least function where he is and is happy, then I'm happy. He's an angel and my top priority is his health and happiness.
Nick man, this kid is cute cute cute. But made of BIG FAT Trouble. This year he has flooded 2 bathrooms and was responsible for the replacing of a toilet. He threw his new shoes into the canal in back of our house. He nearly took out the laptop, ruined the downstairs couch and may be the cause of global warming....the jury's still out on that one.:) He calls me by my first name and refuses to speak to Blair. He bosses Jessica around and always tackling and tickling Melinda. He can take Rachel down. His favorite question is "But why?" Trouble, but unbelievably cute and affectionate and fun.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Vacation Without Kids
I have to take a minute to say there is no underestimating the value of a little vacation without the kids. Or atleast without most of them. ;) We had a great time in Vacationland with only one baby. I have always tried to slip away by myself for an hour or two on a Saturday but I have noticed that when I come back, it doesn't take long (about ten minutes) before I'm angry mommy again. Now that I had a week with my husband, without three of the girls, I can honestly say I did not become angry mommy again until Saturday night. That meant a week vacation equaled about two weeks of niceness from me. Hmm, perhaps I should work on making that last longer. Or perhaps I should take more vacations.
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