Well it was bound to happen... no one has been sick for a long time now, so here we are. Greg was the first to get it, which is rare. He's always the 2nd or 3rd but to have him get sick when no one in the house or the neighborhood is sick and I do mean no one, that's just odd. So he has this cold and he's doing pretty good, you know, for a guy. 4 days now and wouldn't you know Georgi tells me she doesn't feel good.
Being the good mom that I am I don't believe her. What hurts? She describes what she's feeling and I go off to find Greg to see if it matches. It does. But I still woke her up for school this morning. She didn't go.
See, here's the thing about "sick" kids staying home from school. You better have your butt on the couch behaving yourself so well that I'm glad you're home sick. When you're antagonizing your little sister, fighting over the remote for the TV and making a fort out of the blankets, That Is Not Sick !
And just take a guess on what we have today? You just go ahead and guess, I've gotta go take the remote away from a couple of kids.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Is It Over Yet??
This week was, well, it was a week.
It started off with Gianna finally wanting to pee in the potty. Yay! I cannot tell you after 21 years of raising kids how exciting this was for me. I've been trying to get her potty trained for a year and finally gave up several months ago. I mean, she was staying dry through the night and asking me to change her diaper/pull-up when she was wet but she refused to wear underwear. So Tuesday or Wednesday she says, "I want my underwears." Okay dokey. Then she tells me a few hours later, "I'm gonna pee in my potty." Yeah, okay, whatever; heard that before.
Next thing you know she's yelling from the bathroom, "Mom! I peed! It worked!" And I'm laughing and telling her what a great job she did, what a big girl she is. We have to call Taylor and leave a message, then she wants to call grandma and leave her a message.
Later Grandma calls back and asked what the message said, she thought she said, "I baked a pie." I don't know. Taylor thought she was wishing her a happy Valentines day. I laughed.
No accidents that day, it was beautiful. Then the next day I say, "Let's go potty." "You have to go too mom?" she asks. "Yes," I tell her, "I'm a big girl." And you know she watches too much t.v. because her response was, "Come on mom, let's do this! Woohoo!" With her little fist pumping the air. I've never been so please with bodily functions as I was this week. This is my life, this is what I get excited over. It's great.
So after a bath one night she says to me, "I want a thing like this." This would be her hopping around with her hands up like a kangaroo. "For my bird-day," she tells me. "You want a kangaroo for your birthday?" I ask wondering how hard it is going to be distracting her away from this topic. "Yes, a kangaroo!" she says hopping around. So I sigh real big and say,"I don't think mommy can get you a kangaroo for your birthday." She stops and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Not you! Grandma." Like, duh~
The rest of the kids were not nearly as entertaining this week. Charli has a D in AVID, which is a totally dumb class and I'm sorry I put her in there. But it's no excuse for not turning in your homework. So then she tells me she's getting a D in Biology too. WHAT? Science and math are her subjects, the ones she excels in. WHAT? Oh, because you haven't been turning in your assignments ~ really. So who does the work and doesn't turn it in? Who does that?
Yesterday I took her cornell notes and math to school after I saw them sitting on her desk and met her at lunch to give to her. I also gave her all her missing biology assignments. Some I found, some I actually did for her... Yeah, I did it. I told her to NOT forget to turn them in. "K Mom, gotta go."
When I pick her up from school, after softball practice, I ask. You gotta ask. "Did you turn in your bio?" "I didn't have time." YOU DIDN'T HAVE TIME??? Today was the last day for D/F reports, you know you're getting a D, I did the freaking homework and hand delivered it to you at school and YOU DID'NT HAVE TIME TO TURN IT IN??? She says, "Why are you yelling at me?" WHY AM I YELLING AT YOU? WHY AM I YELLING AT YOU? SERIOUSLY?
So we get home and I march my behind into the house, drop off the baby, my purse, grab a beer and head down to the neighbors house. We sit on the porch and I yell some more. At one point Georgi shows up. "Um, mom?" What? "Um, I can hear you all the way down at our house." My neighbor laughs. I say, "Is your homework done?!" My neighbor says, "Honey, you should really go home and make sure all your stuff is done." Georgi says, "But I thought she was mad at Charli." "She is, but you might not want to be in her way right now." That was good advice.
So it's Friday and I'm looking forward to the weekend. I was waiting to pick Charli up from practice but her dad said he'd do it so I left for Costco. Took Georgi, her friend and Gianna. That was fun. The two 10 year olds ran all over the place and I had to stop constantly to be sure I hadn't lost them. I'm not sure it would have been a bad thing if I had but I'm pretty sure her friend's mom would have eventually wanted her back.
Greg and I explained to Charli that she had lost her computer, phone and television privileges. She took it pretty well until I asked for her passwords so I could change them. I mean, I have them but I didn't feel like looking for them. She looked at me like I was an alien and don't get me wrong, I get that from people from time to time but we had just explained that she lost her privilege of using the computer.... hello? Yes, I'm changing the passwords. We've raised two other daughters who were 14 at one time and you think I'm really going to let you just go on your honor? Like you did with your homework? Mmmhmm. I'm not the brightest bulb in the box but I catch on eventually. More to come on this story later I'm sure....
It started off with Gianna finally wanting to pee in the potty. Yay! I cannot tell you after 21 years of raising kids how exciting this was for me. I've been trying to get her potty trained for a year and finally gave up several months ago. I mean, she was staying dry through the night and asking me to change her diaper/pull-up when she was wet but she refused to wear underwear. So Tuesday or Wednesday she says, "I want my underwears." Okay dokey. Then she tells me a few hours later, "I'm gonna pee in my potty." Yeah, okay, whatever; heard that before.
Next thing you know she's yelling from the bathroom, "Mom! I peed! It worked!" And I'm laughing and telling her what a great job she did, what a big girl she is. We have to call Taylor and leave a message, then she wants to call grandma and leave her a message.
Later Grandma calls back and asked what the message said, she thought she said, "I baked a pie." I don't know. Taylor thought she was wishing her a happy Valentines day. I laughed.
No accidents that day, it was beautiful. Then the next day I say, "Let's go potty." "You have to go too mom?" she asks. "Yes," I tell her, "I'm a big girl." And you know she watches too much t.v. because her response was, "Come on mom, let's do this! Woohoo!" With her little fist pumping the air. I've never been so please with bodily functions as I was this week. This is my life, this is what I get excited over. It's great.
So after a bath one night she says to me, "I want a thing like this." This would be her hopping around with her hands up like a kangaroo. "For my bird-day," she tells me. "You want a kangaroo for your birthday?" I ask wondering how hard it is going to be distracting her away from this topic. "Yes, a kangaroo!" she says hopping around. So I sigh real big and say,"I don't think mommy can get you a kangaroo for your birthday." She stops and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Not you! Grandma." Like, duh~
The rest of the kids were not nearly as entertaining this week. Charli has a D in AVID, which is a totally dumb class and I'm sorry I put her in there. But it's no excuse for not turning in your homework. So then she tells me she's getting a D in Biology too. WHAT? Science and math are her subjects, the ones she excels in. WHAT? Oh, because you haven't been turning in your assignments ~ really. So who does the work and doesn't turn it in? Who does that?
Yesterday I took her cornell notes and math to school after I saw them sitting on her desk and met her at lunch to give to her. I also gave her all her missing biology assignments. Some I found, some I actually did for her... Yeah, I did it. I told her to NOT forget to turn them in. "K Mom, gotta go."
When I pick her up from school, after softball practice, I ask. You gotta ask. "Did you turn in your bio?" "I didn't have time." YOU DIDN'T HAVE TIME??? Today was the last day for D/F reports, you know you're getting a D, I did the freaking homework and hand delivered it to you at school and YOU DID'NT HAVE TIME TO TURN IT IN??? She says, "Why are you yelling at me?" WHY AM I YELLING AT YOU? WHY AM I YELLING AT YOU? SERIOUSLY?
So we get home and I march my behind into the house, drop off the baby, my purse, grab a beer and head down to the neighbors house. We sit on the porch and I yell some more. At one point Georgi shows up. "Um, mom?" What? "Um, I can hear you all the way down at our house." My neighbor laughs. I say, "Is your homework done?!" My neighbor says, "Honey, you should really go home and make sure all your stuff is done." Georgi says, "But I thought she was mad at Charli." "She is, but you might not want to be in her way right now." That was good advice.
So it's Friday and I'm looking forward to the weekend. I was waiting to pick Charli up from practice but her dad said he'd do it so I left for Costco. Took Georgi, her friend and Gianna. That was fun. The two 10 year olds ran all over the place and I had to stop constantly to be sure I hadn't lost them. I'm not sure it would have been a bad thing if I had but I'm pretty sure her friend's mom would have eventually wanted her back.
Greg and I explained to Charli that she had lost her computer, phone and television privileges. She took it pretty well until I asked for her passwords so I could change them. I mean, I have them but I didn't feel like looking for them. She looked at me like I was an alien and don't get me wrong, I get that from people from time to time but we had just explained that she lost her privilege of using the computer.... hello? Yes, I'm changing the passwords. We've raised two other daughters who were 14 at one time and you think I'm really going to let you just go on your honor? Like you did with your homework? Mmmhmm. I'm not the brightest bulb in the box but I catch on eventually. More to come on this story later I'm sure....
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Random Things...
I forgot that it is Valentines Day! Yay!
First of all, we call it St Hallmarks Day around here. This has got to be the dumbest holiday ever and if my husband can't tell me/show me he loves me except when he's "told" to by some commercial enterprise, we have issues. Also, I love chocolate and I buy it often, you want to buy me something ~ buy me a can of paint, I need to paint the livingroom. ;) We do get gifts for the kids and they enjoy it but tonight we will be spending it with neighbors, barbequing ribs and playing cards. What a life, huh?
I also got this thing from Taylor through facebook where you list 25 random things about yourself. Anyone who knows me knows I love random things so here we go!
1. After God and my Savior, my family means everything to me and though they often irritate me, there's not anything I wouldn't do for them.
2. My favorite drink is water and I probably drink close to 36oz a day.
3. Right now I'm reading Be Intolerant Because Some Things Are Just Stupid by Ryan Dobson for the second time.
4. I would've had a 6th kid if Greg would've let me and they were born closer together. I'm kinda glad they weren't. ;)
5. My favorite color is red.
6. As much as I crab about it having kids spaced out the way they are can be really fun... or really tiring, depending on the day.
7. I hate when people talk to me when I'm reading the Bible.
8. I love having nephews!!
9. I'm addicted to the Fox News Channel and love Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, Neil Cavuto and Bill O'Reilly.
10. I often have conversations with myself and they're quite lively.
11. I'm addicted to Sudoku.
12. I hate being lost while driving - it completely freaks me out.
13. I love family dinners but hate to cook. Now baking, that's a different story.
14. I want to move to a family compound and grow my own food (a garden and some chickens, come on) but Greg asks me if I'm ready to be labeled a nutjob. I told him I already have been and have been okay with it for some time now.
15. I'm seriously considering buying guns ~ yes, that's plural. See #14.
16. I love that as my kids get older and have moved out they call be just because they're thinking of me and want to chat.
17. Sometimes I sit out on the back patio in the morning listening to the birds and staring at the hills and marvel, remembering This is the day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it.
18. I hate the amount of homework and busywork my kids get and often wonder what was wrong with the way we learned math back in the day...
19. I actually look forward to doing taxes.
20. I love to blog but am not real fond of facebook.
21. I think the so called Stimulus bill is actually Appropriations and a vast amount of Americans are stupid and blind.
22. I think we're well on our way to why the US is not mentioned anywhere in Revelations.
23. I don't like the fact that the music I grew up listening to is now played on the "oldies" station.
24. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.
25. I think these 25 random things make me look like a rightwing nutball and again, I'm okay with that.
First of all, we call it St Hallmarks Day around here. This has got to be the dumbest holiday ever and if my husband can't tell me/show me he loves me except when he's "told" to by some commercial enterprise, we have issues. Also, I love chocolate and I buy it often, you want to buy me something ~ buy me a can of paint, I need to paint the livingroom. ;) We do get gifts for the kids and they enjoy it but tonight we will be spending it with neighbors, barbequing ribs and playing cards. What a life, huh?
I also got this thing from Taylor through facebook where you list 25 random things about yourself. Anyone who knows me knows I love random things so here we go!
1. After God and my Savior, my family means everything to me and though they often irritate me, there's not anything I wouldn't do for them.
2. My favorite drink is water and I probably drink close to 36oz a day.
3. Right now I'm reading Be Intolerant Because Some Things Are Just Stupid by Ryan Dobson for the second time.
4. I would've had a 6th kid if Greg would've let me and they were born closer together. I'm kinda glad they weren't. ;)
5. My favorite color is red.
6. As much as I crab about it having kids spaced out the way they are can be really fun... or really tiring, depending on the day.
7. I hate when people talk to me when I'm reading the Bible.
8. I love having nephews!!
9. I'm addicted to the Fox News Channel and love Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, Neil Cavuto and Bill O'Reilly.
10. I often have conversations with myself and they're quite lively.
11. I'm addicted to Sudoku.
12. I hate being lost while driving - it completely freaks me out.
13. I love family dinners but hate to cook. Now baking, that's a different story.
14. I want to move to a family compound and grow my own food (a garden and some chickens, come on) but Greg asks me if I'm ready to be labeled a nutjob. I told him I already have been and have been okay with it for some time now.
15. I'm seriously considering buying guns ~ yes, that's plural. See #14.
16. I love that as my kids get older and have moved out they call be just because they're thinking of me and want to chat.
17. Sometimes I sit out on the back patio in the morning listening to the birds and staring at the hills and marvel, remembering This is the day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it.
18. I hate the amount of homework and busywork my kids get and often wonder what was wrong with the way we learned math back in the day...
19. I actually look forward to doing taxes.
20. I love to blog but am not real fond of facebook.
21. I think the so called Stimulus bill is actually Appropriations and a vast amount of Americans are stupid and blind.
22. I think we're well on our way to why the US is not mentioned anywhere in Revelations.
23. I don't like the fact that the music I grew up listening to is now played on the "oldies" station.
24. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.
25. I think these 25 random things make me look like a rightwing nutball and again, I'm okay with that.
Wonderful Week
It was a lovely week here in Grantland. The other day Gianna hollers at me from downstairs that she wants to play Wii. She wanted to wii bowl so I set it up for her and as usual a little 10 minute game turns into 20 or so because of "I do it!"
She throws the ball to the crowd - "Push the A button," I tell her. "Then push the B button and swing your arm." I have to remind her to let the B button go. I have to remind her not to stand so close to the TV. I help her a few times and then it's, "I do it! You sit on the couch."
She's only 2 - almost 3 and actually did pretty good. Got a strike all by her little self. Pretty bad though when I win a 2 year old 158-104. Ultimately she got bored and moved on to chasing the dog.
Then yesterday she tells her dad she wants to wii golf with him. He sets it up and I watch from the kitchen for a while before telling them I'm leaving to take Georgi to a friends house, dropping Charli's friend off and running a few errands. Gianna yells, "I stay with dad! I golfing!" Okay dokey.
When I got home he tells me she's napping. They golfed and she got a bogie all by herself. They played baseball and bowled. Charli asked, "Did she win?" Greg say, "No." With that look that says - that was a dumb question. But I have a feeling someday it won't be.
Gianna, Georgi and I were watching Horton Hears a Who this past week while it was raining and Georgi's talking to me about her friend who has the chicken pox. "I think Josh gave them to her," she says. Gianna pipes up with, "Josh by budder (brother)?" Georgi and I look at her like she's a little crazy. "Honey," I say sweetly, "you don't have a brother." "Yes," she shoots back, "a budder Josh and a boyfriend Josh." I'm wondering if we're playing pretend at this moment and I didn't get the memo. "You have an Uncle Josh." I tell her. You know, maybe she's confused. "No! My budder Josh and my boyfriend Josh!" she adamantly reiterates. "Fine," I say in my resigned mommy voice, "You have a brother Josh and a boyfriend Josh, now watch the movie." All was well after that. Sheesh!
We also had a fun trip to the market this week. She likes going to the market that has "car" carts for her to drive. It doesn't matter if I'm only going for a gallon of milk, she has to drive the car. There's 4 red ones and 1 blue one. She always picks the blue one. It's a p
olice car but I don't think she knows that. We drove through the store with her happily making car sound affects the whole way. A little on the loud side too. Everytime I stopped I hear, "Mommy, why you stop?" I forget that I'm to race around the store at breakneck speed to entertain a 2 year old. At one point I'm on a long stretch from the frozen food aisle to the milk and I hear a strange noise and look down. There's my little darling hanging out her "car" window holding her hotwheel on the ground - it was speeding. I put the hotwheel in my purse.
Everyone was very friendly that day - annoyingly so. I can't tell you how many times I was asked if I was finding everything okay or if I needed help. This was actually a day that I did my hair, put make-up on and was wearing real clothes. I didn't look like a homeless person or a haggard mom - why did they keep asking me if I needed help?
After putting the groceries in the car, returning the cart and while buckling Gianna into her carseat I noticed a button on my shirt was undone. In the most inappropriate place. Hmmm, nice cleavage. I should've worn my pajamas like I wanted to.
I have no idea how long I paraded around like that as I'm not in the habit of checking out my boobs every 10 seconds but you can bet the next time the nice folks at the market ask me if I need any help I'll be checking out the twins as well as my zipper before letting them know I'm doing fine, thank you.
Later, I tell a friend of mine about my lovely story and she tells me she was at her sons class party, standing around with other moms when someone mentions she has icing on her ID badge. Yeah, they forgot to mention the pink icing all down her sleeve or right smack on the center of her boob. Geez!
She throws the ball to the crowd - "Push the A button," I tell her. "Then push the B button and swing your arm." I have to remind her to let the B button go. I have to remind her not to stand so close to the TV. I help her a few times and then it's, "I do it! You sit on the couch."
She's only 2 - almost 3 and actually did pretty good. Got a strike all by her little self. Pretty bad though when I win a 2 year old 158-104. Ultimately she got bored and moved on to chasing the dog.
Then yesterday she tells her dad she wants to wii golf with him. He sets it up and I watch from the kitchen for a while before telling them I'm leaving to take Georgi to a friends house, dropping Charli's friend off and running a few errands. Gianna yells, "I stay with dad! I golfing!" Okay dokey.
When I got home he tells me she's napping. They golfed and she got a bogie all by herself. They played baseball and bowled. Charli asked, "Did she win?" Greg say, "No." With that look that says - that was a dumb question. But I have a feeling someday it won't be.
Gianna, Georgi and I were watching Horton Hears a Who this past week while it was raining and Georgi's talking to me about her friend who has the chicken pox. "I think Josh gave them to her," she says. Gianna pipes up with, "Josh by budder (brother)?" Georgi and I look at her like she's a little crazy. "Honey," I say sweetly, "you don't have a brother." "Yes," she shoots back, "a budder Josh and a boyfriend Josh." I'm wondering if we're playing pretend at this moment and I didn't get the memo. "You have an Uncle Josh." I tell her. You know, maybe she's confused. "No! My budder Josh and my boyfriend Josh!" she adamantly reiterates. "Fine," I say in my resigned mommy voice, "You have a brother Josh and a boyfriend Josh, now watch the movie." All was well after that. Sheesh!
We also had a fun trip to the market this week. She likes going to the market that has "car" carts for her to drive. It doesn't matter if I'm only going for a gallon of milk, she has to drive the car. There's 4 red ones and 1 blue one. She always picks the blue one. It's a p
olice car but I don't think she knows that. We drove through the store with her happily making car sound affects the whole way. A little on the loud side too. Everytime I stopped I hear, "Mommy, why you stop?" I forget that I'm to race around the store at breakneck speed to entertain a 2 year old. At one point I'm on a long stretch from the frozen food aisle to the milk and I hear a strange noise and look down. There's my little darling hanging out her "car" window holding her hotwheel on the ground - it was speeding. I put the hotwheel in my purse.Everyone was very friendly that day - annoyingly so. I can't tell you how many times I was asked if I was finding everything okay or if I needed help. This was actually a day that I did my hair, put make-up on and was wearing real clothes. I didn't look like a homeless person or a haggard mom - why did they keep asking me if I needed help?
After putting the groceries in the car, returning the cart and while buckling Gianna into her carseat I noticed a button on my shirt was undone. In the most inappropriate place. Hmmm, nice cleavage. I should've worn my pajamas like I wanted to.
I have no idea how long I paraded around like that as I'm not in the habit of checking out my boobs every 10 seconds but you can bet the next time the nice folks at the market ask me if I need any help I'll be checking out the twins as well as my zipper before letting them know I'm doing fine, thank you.
Later, I tell a friend of mine about my lovely story and she tells me she was at her sons class party, standing around with other moms when someone mentions she has icing on her ID badge. Yeah, they forgot to mention the pink icing all down her sleeve or right smack on the center of her boob. Geez!
Most of my stories are about the little one because quite frankly she's with me all day long and she really does/say some funny stuff. The stuff the others say and/or do are not nearly as entertaining. Take for instance Charli: I need her to complete her major works data sheets for English class. She was supposed to do them last weekend. Do you think they're done? No. So I tell her this 4 day weekend she will be finishing those as well as cleaning the bathroom she never has time for except dropping her clothes in and leaving her hair stuff all over the place in. She'll also be cleaning her room and putting away all her clean clothes, the clean clothes that I, not the laundry fairy cleaned and folded and left on her bed. The clothes that are now scattered around her floor. Yes, those clothes. So here it is Saturday, the 2nd day of the 4 day weekend and do you know what she asked me today after she got up at noon? "Can I go to the movies today?" Really? Really are you going to ask me that? "Well, I'll do my mwds and clean my room first." Then I suggest you do that before you even ask me if you can breathe. Then she looks at me like I'm mean or something. Really? Really?
So there you go... a few good stories for the week. And 8 weeks from today I'll turn 40. Isn't anyone else besides me concerned about this?!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Birthday
I can't believe I just did that! Aaaagh! I just wrote a post and hit something and it's gone! Sheesh, how am I expected to be witty two times in a row?
Let's see, what did I say? Oh yeah, Georgi turned the big 1-0 today and woke up to little pink post it notes all over the house wishing her a happy birthday. The morning went along pretty well until I told her she would have to wear her "fat" jacket to school today and she informed me that I had "ruined" her birthday. Hmmm. Well, you know, it was only 38 degrees outside and it must've been just me that thought that was a tad chilly.
She came home in a good mood and we had pancakes and fried eggs for dinner followed by carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. All made by scratch by the way. Yes, even the pancakes. I've been such a Suzy Homemaker lately... Greg's been asking me what's wrong. Come on people, just enjoy it!
Gianna and I went shopping for Georgi's birthday and the little darling decided she didn't want her hair brushed. I decided I didn't want to fight with her and told her to put a hat on. She did. Then she said, "Mom! Take a picker!" So I did. Please remember she has 4 older sisters.
So we went shopping and when Georgi got home she told her what we bought. 2 year olds are fun.
You know, I remember Lacey's 10th birthday, here in this house and it doesn't seem so long ago. Here I am with number 4 turning 10 ~ when did all this stuff happen? I pick up the high school kids in the afternoon and think, "They are so small - and so young!" Well, not mine, I have amazon children. But most of the kids are just... kids! It hasn't been that long since Taylor graduated and I don't remember thinking that back then. I don't know, must be me.
Well, I guess that's it, I'm just rambling now, not really much to say. Well, there is but who wants to hear about laundry and all the fun stuff I find?
Gosh I was so much more charming and witty in the post I lost (the one that got away lol). I'm going to bed ~ Goodnight!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
January Re-Cap
Well, as usual, I had the best of intentions to write just about everyday. I didn't. So here's a recap for the month of January...
I had Lacey come out to go through the boxes that I had been storing for her for four years. I found out she was a bigger dork than I thought. Out of 10 boxes I now have only 2 and apparently all the "important" stuff I had to hold on to for 4 years was no longer needed. But we laughed. I can't believe some of the stuff she was storing. Who needs 6 cheesey plastic leis? And shoe boxes (7) full of every letter she ever got during jr high and highschool, filed alphabetically to boot. Some stuff I had to keep and add to my "kid's box" where there's different school projects, cards, letters and schoolwork.
She had 100's of corks and a report on a book that Charli struggled through right before the Christmas break. She had a folder full of code words that she and a friend had made up and spells and anti-spells that included an old brick type cookie in a plastic bag. Seriously, I think it was 9 years old.
I got an e-mail not long after that from Georgi's teacher. He was curious to know if her 21 year old sister really wrote a note to him excusing Georgi from PE because of a bug bite on the bottome of her foot. Hmmm, I don't think so.
Georgi and I also worked on a Mission project and Science project for school. I put on my best 4th grade hat and used my best 4th grade words and I hope I get an A. Oops, did I say that out loud? Hey, I've only done this 4 different times, I really better get an A.
My sister found out she is having another boy. That's two nephews on each side and my weird sense of symmetry is complete. Yay me!
Taylor is still working as a babysitter and a dental assistant and has a pretty full course load this year. Lacey moved and is going to school just one day a week. She's decided she'll never do that again. Charli is still waiting to hear what team she will be on (Frosh/JV/Varsity) for the high school softball team. And she likes a boy. A junior boy... a junior boy who is a football player. Hmmm. Georgi has decided not to play softball this season and we're looking for something for her to do to stay active and not cost me an arm and a leg. Gianna is a happy kid who just continues to amaze me. She had to help me make the bed today, bake muffins and feed the dog one kibble at a time. That dog's pretty patient with her.
Sometimes though, I think she likes to make things up... like when I was working on a backed up garbage disposal and she informs me her daddy needs shaving cream. I stop what I'm doing and go upstairs and lookey there it's sitting on the counter and Greg doesn't know what I'm talking about. Then there was the time that Charli asked Gianna what she was going to be when she grew up and she said, "Big". She asked her if she wanted to be a mommy and have babies. "Yes". How many? "Two boo (blue) ones." Do you mean boys? "Yes." You don't want any girl babies? "No". What job do you want to have? A doctor, fireman, wrestler.. "A wrestler!"
I know more stuff happened, but if I don't write it down right away I forget. I have 5 children, it's kind of like Groundhog's Day around here.
I had Lacey come out to go through the boxes that I had been storing for her for four years. I found out she was a bigger dork than I thought. Out of 10 boxes I now have only 2 and apparently all the "important" stuff I had to hold on to for 4 years was no longer needed. But we laughed. I can't believe some of the stuff she was storing. Who needs 6 cheesey plastic leis? And shoe boxes (7) full of every letter she ever got during jr high and highschool, filed alphabetically to boot. Some stuff I had to keep and add to my "kid's box" where there's different school projects, cards, letters and schoolwork.
She had 100's of corks and a report on a book that Charli struggled through right before the Christmas break. She had a folder full of code words that she and a friend had made up and spells and anti-spells that included an old brick type cookie in a plastic bag. Seriously, I think it was 9 years old.
I got an e-mail not long after that from Georgi's teacher. He was curious to know if her 21 year old sister really wrote a note to him excusing Georgi from PE because of a bug bite on the bottome of her foot. Hmmm, I don't think so.
Georgi and I also worked on a Mission project and Science project for school. I put on my best 4th grade hat and used my best 4th grade words and I hope I get an A. Oops, did I say that out loud? Hey, I've only done this 4 different times, I really better get an A.
My sister found out she is having another boy. That's two nephews on each side and my weird sense of symmetry is complete. Yay me!
Taylor is still working as a babysitter and a dental assistant and has a pretty full course load this year. Lacey moved and is going to school just one day a week. She's decided she'll never do that again. Charli is still waiting to hear what team she will be on (Frosh/JV/Varsity) for the high school softball team. And she likes a boy. A junior boy... a junior boy who is a football player. Hmmm. Georgi has decided not to play softball this season and we're looking for something for her to do to stay active and not cost me an arm and a leg. Gianna is a happy kid who just continues to amaze me. She had to help me make the bed today, bake muffins and feed the dog one kibble at a time. That dog's pretty patient with her.
Sometimes though, I think she likes to make things up... like when I was working on a backed up garbage disposal and she informs me her daddy needs shaving cream. I stop what I'm doing and go upstairs and lookey there it's sitting on the counter and Greg doesn't know what I'm talking about. Then there was the time that Charli asked Gianna what she was going to be when she grew up and she said, "Big". She asked her if she wanted to be a mommy and have babies. "Yes". How many? "Two boo (blue) ones." Do you mean boys? "Yes." You don't want any girl babies? "No". What job do you want to have? A doctor, fireman, wrestler.. "A wrestler!"
I know more stuff happened, but if I don't write it down right away I forget. I have 5 children, it's kind of like Groundhog's Day around here.
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