"Mommy, when we're grown up, Aaric will be my children's Uncle Larry."
Nothing I said could convince her that Aaric will never be an Uncle Larry.
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We've got a super fun event to go to on Wednesday - the International Day of the Midwife. Note that it is NOT a protest. I explained the basics to Aaric and he said he did indeed want to skip school to go, and said, "I don't want to say anything [because he's so shy you know], but I will hold a sign..."
"Well, honey, it's not really a protest. I don't think there will be any sign holding..."
"Will there be burning sticks?"
"Yes, honey, in modern American society, when we want to bring about change in our government, we storm the Capitol with torches. When all else fails, arson is the answer."
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"hack hack hack cough cough"
"hack cough cough hack hack"
"achoo"
"whine whine cough"
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I hope they are well enough to be arsonists, I mean, activists on Wednesday. Also, I have a friend due any minute now, and if she doesn't pop that kid out before Thursday, then they'll induce, so I hope they don't get me really sick!
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"dadadadada ba dada aaaama dadadadada ppppffffbbbbtttt"
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
A couple old nemesiseseseses
So, who remembers my garden? (If you don't, go refresh yourself, because it'll be update time, soon!) It's been in this state for over a year now. Plus some new weeds. At some point, Michael dug up some of the roots from those horrible ugly plants that I battled with for hours.
So, yesterday I was weeding, and I see a few little green shoots. I dug around them a little and was horrified at what I found.
One of those awful plants was still alive. It took me nearly an hour, but I dug and dug and pulled and pulled and broke lots of roots apart and finally pulled out the huge root system. The nightmare in my garden is finally over. AND it's nearly weed-free and actually has a few flowers. That we haven't killed yet.
I also wrote around that same time about Aaric taking his bike around the neighborhood (back in the Legal Notice Lady days. he's not supposed to leave the yard without me, unless I send him somewhere, which I rarely do.
While weeding yesterday, the kids were playing with Aaric's scooter on the sidewalk. Aaric came to tell me that Mikayla had gone to the playground. I asked him to go get her. It's right around the corner, no biggie. She came back less than a minute later. Several minutes later, I was done weeding and he wasn't back yet. I walked to where I could see the playground - no Aaric. In no mood to wander the neighborhood on foot, I grabbed the keys and let Michael know what was up and circled the block in the van. No Aaric. Now, there was that ONE time when he rode his bike about a 1/3 mile away, into the next neighborhood over which was under construction at the time. But that's the only time he's gone that far. So we were concerned. We put the younger two into the van and Michael got in his car and we split up to search. We both circled our immediate area again, and then he went one way and I went the other. He wasn't at the school, and I called Michael and he wasn't at the community center (1/3 mile away) either. A couple minutes later, I was calling to say that if we didn't find him in a minute, we needed to call the police. As I was saying, "if we don't find him..." Michael interupted to say, "I see him."
This time, he was about 2/3 mile away. It had been probably about 30 minutes from when he left our front door until we found him. He says that he was looking for Mikayla - he didn't see her coming back home, they were on opposide sides of the street.
I'm suprised I'm not gray yet.
So, yesterday I was weeding, and I see a few little green shoots. I dug around them a little and was horrified at what I found.
One of those awful plants was still alive. It took me nearly an hour, but I dug and dug and pulled and pulled and broke lots of roots apart and finally pulled out the huge root system. The nightmare in my garden is finally over. AND it's nearly weed-free and actually has a few flowers. That we haven't killed yet.
I also wrote around that same time about Aaric taking his bike around the neighborhood (back in the Legal Notice Lady days. he's not supposed to leave the yard without me, unless I send him somewhere, which I rarely do.
While weeding yesterday, the kids were playing with Aaric's scooter on the sidewalk. Aaric came to tell me that Mikayla had gone to the playground. I asked him to go get her. It's right around the corner, no biggie. She came back less than a minute later. Several minutes later, I was done weeding and he wasn't back yet. I walked to where I could see the playground - no Aaric. In no mood to wander the neighborhood on foot, I grabbed the keys and let Michael know what was up and circled the block in the van. No Aaric. Now, there was that ONE time when he rode his bike about a 1/3 mile away, into the next neighborhood over which was under construction at the time. But that's the only time he's gone that far. So we were concerned. We put the younger two into the van and Michael got in his car and we split up to search. We both circled our immediate area again, and then he went one way and I went the other. He wasn't at the school, and I called Michael and he wasn't at the community center (1/3 mile away) either. A couple minutes later, I was calling to say that if we didn't find him in a minute, we needed to call the police. As I was saying, "if we don't find him..." Michael interupted to say, "I see him."
This time, he was about 2/3 mile away. It had been probably about 30 minutes from when he left our front door until we found him. He says that he was looking for Mikayla - he didn't see her coming back home, they were on opposide sides of the street.
I'm suprised I'm not gray yet.
Five
She woke up, looked up at me, put her head back down and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she popped back up again to say, "Aren't you going to say 'happy birthday' to me?" And this set the tone for the day. She told anyone who would listen that it was her birthday. And that she was five years old. And did you know it's her birthday? And that she's five now?! Her Sunday school class sang to her. After church, we went to Red Robin where the servers sang to her and gave her ice cream (the main thing she'd been looking forward to - being sung to in a restaurant). We had cake at home and sang to her. They sang to her at Awana's. AND she got sung to on the phone a couple times. It was her dream come true - the world revolved around her for a day. She made sure of that.
Gift she's most excited to have, her "huly hoop." Not hula, huly. The thing I grabbed on a whim, that cost a whopping $4. Favorite gift. But of course, we haven't picked up her new bike yet and haven't put the swing set together.
Now that she's five, I can teach her what 5 year olds do. She's still young enough to believe most of what I say. "Five year olds don't whine Mikayla." "Five year olds can do chores!" Or, about a skirt that's too small but she loves it, "Oh, Mikayla, that skirt is size 4." Yeah, she doesn't want to wear it anymore. She's five now, you see.
(Sorry all that is a couple days late. I have 3 kids, you know!)
Gift she's most excited to have, her "huly hoop." Not hula, huly. The thing I grabbed on a whim, that cost a whopping $4. Favorite gift. But of course, we haven't picked up her new bike yet and haven't put the swing set together.
Now that she's five, I can teach her what 5 year olds do. She's still young enough to believe most of what I say. "Five year olds don't whine Mikayla." "Five year olds can do chores!" Or, about a skirt that's too small but she loves it, "Oh, Mikayla, that skirt is size 4." Yeah, she doesn't want to wear it anymore. She's five now, you see.
(Sorry all that is a couple days late. I have 3 kids, you know!)
Monday, April 16, 2007
Proof that I live among insane people
So, we're at the commissary, and Xander is screaming. Nursing hasn't helped, he doesn't need to burp, I realize that he's probably got a dirty diaper, and since he's been cranking and just thought it was hunger, it may have been that way for a while now. So, I take him to the car for a change while Michael and the kids finish up.
Sure enough, he's dirty and has a very angry looking rash going. I get him cleaned up and slather him down with Miracle Salve and then let him hang out all naked to air dry for a few minutes.
Up walks an MP. I open the door and he says to me, "Hello, ma'am, the woman in that car right over there [points to the car parked 2 spots down with no cars between us] is offended by your baby's naked, um, bottom, and so you'll need to put him down."
Yes, he was standing in my lap, and yes, his offensive naked butt was visible through the window. He wanted to stretch. And he was in pain, so I was doing what it took to keep the kid comfortable for a few minutes!
OFFENDED! By an infant tushie!
What is the world coming to?
Also, we're like the 5 little pigs over here, and boy am I glad our house is made of bricks. There's a tree down a few houses away from us, and today was trash day and every single trash can on the street is laying on their sides and at least one house down from where they belong.
Sure enough, he's dirty and has a very angry looking rash going. I get him cleaned up and slather him down with Miracle Salve and then let him hang out all naked to air dry for a few minutes.
Up walks an MP. I open the door and he says to me, "Hello, ma'am, the woman in that car right over there [points to the car parked 2 spots down with no cars between us] is offended by your baby's naked, um, bottom, and so you'll need to put him down."
Yes, he was standing in my lap, and yes, his offensive naked butt was visible through the window. He wanted to stretch. And he was in pain, so I was doing what it took to keep the kid comfortable for a few minutes!
OFFENDED! By an infant tushie!
What is the world coming to?
Also, we're like the 5 little pigs over here, and boy am I glad our house is made of bricks. There's a tree down a few houses away from us, and today was trash day and every single trash can on the street is laying on their sides and at least one house down from where they belong.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
The Negotiator
Mikayla sneaks into my room and kneels down to grab a handful of chocolate eggs and kisses from the bucket Michael stashed on his desk, "out of their reach" that is now on the floor.
"You may have ONE piece of candy, Mikayla."
"Okay, I'll just take all of these to my room to choose which one."
Right. Like I'm dumb enough to fall for that.
"You may have ONE piece of candy, Mikayla."
"Okay, I'll just take all of these to my room to choose which one."
Right. Like I'm dumb enough to fall for that.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Aaric: Doing his part to save his teacher from boredom
They're working on pronouns. The teacher was reading some book about a cow...
"She tromped through the mud..." blah blah blah, I don't know that story. She then asked if the cow was a boy or a girl. They correctly answered that the cow was a girl. So, the teacher went on to ask how we know, expecting, I assume, to hear something about the usage of the word "she." And what a boring day it would have been if that's what Aaric would have said. No, my dear son said,"Because of the boobs!"
As he heard me telling this tale to a friend on the phone, he said, "Well, I didn't know the proper word for them on a cow."
"She tromped through the mud..." blah blah blah, I don't know that story. She then asked if the cow was a boy or a girl. They correctly answered that the cow was a girl. So, the teacher went on to ask how we know, expecting, I assume, to hear something about the usage of the word "she." And what a boring day it would have been if that's what Aaric would have said. No, my dear son said,"Because of the boobs!"
As he heard me telling this tale to a friend on the phone, he said, "Well, I didn't know the proper word for them on a cow."
Monday, April 09, 2007
Home Again, home again, jiggety jig
Isn't that in a nursery rhyme?
We've spent the past week in GA and FL and are back home now. Aaric went to the Okenfenokee Swamp with my dad. My mom took me, my other two, and Larry's two to Florida where it was freezing cold and all the kids swam. Except the baby, because he thought they were crazy. I got my big toe wet once. On accident. My nephew informed me that when he was a baby, his arm got chopped off. Also, that he's caught, wrestled, and killed, a mean shark. Some call it "imaginative." I call it "paranoid delusional."
Michael got a tattoo, which he's wanted to do for the past couple decades, at least. Speaking of decades, his age is equal to three of them now, but he's still in denial.
Mikayla started the ride home crying because she wanted to stay in GA longer. Then she started crying because we weren't close to NC yet. Then she was excited to be home, and celebrated first by sneaking way more candy than I'd said she could have, and second by staying up way too late. It's 11 now, and I still hear her playing.
But we are indeed home again. I need to unpack and clean and then I have a friend who is having a baby any day now, and I have Aaric's field day to volunteer for and lots of other excitement in the coming months.
We've spent the past week in GA and FL and are back home now. Aaric went to the Okenfenokee Swamp with my dad. My mom took me, my other two, and Larry's two to Florida where it was freezing cold and all the kids swam. Except the baby, because he thought they were crazy. I got my big toe wet once. On accident. My nephew informed me that when he was a baby, his arm got chopped off. Also, that he's caught, wrestled, and killed, a mean shark. Some call it "imaginative." I call it "paranoid delusional."
Michael got a tattoo, which he's wanted to do for the past couple decades, at least. Speaking of decades, his age is equal to three of them now, but he's still in denial.
Mikayla started the ride home crying because she wanted to stay in GA longer. Then she started crying because we weren't close to NC yet. Then she was excited to be home, and celebrated first by sneaking way more candy than I'd said she could have, and second by staying up way too late. It's 11 now, and I still hear her playing.
But we are indeed home again. I need to unpack and clean and then I have a friend who is having a baby any day now, and I have Aaric's field day to volunteer for and lots of other excitement in the coming months.
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