Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Projects Beware~ The Amish are coming!!!
No one in their right mind should be this excited over a stupid shed.
This cannot even possibly be an interesting post to anyone but to me. Or maybe another housewife who can sympathize with struggles of organization.
But to keep in theme with my project beware posts, this is the mother of them all.
This is a snow ball. A ripple effect. A HUGE undertaking, (and by huge undertaking the huge part really was huge convincing my husband to say yes to a shed! So with that checked off the list...)
Our garage is a mass destruction. No car has graced the inside walls of it. That is laughable. Four kids equals bikes galore. Scooters, lawnmower, tent, yard equipment, toys, strollers, roller blades, shoes, garbage cans, kitchen sink... (you get the point.
Now that Tatum is driving and she got a car for her birthday we have crossed the line to white trash land with 3 cars asettin in the driveway. Toys spilling out of the garage. Big ol pizza sign uptop on of those cars...(just sayin...)
And Now it is WINTER. Patio furniture needs to be stored away. So does the trampoline. So does the grill. Good gosh, how did we accumulate so much stuff! Stuff is good, (don't get me wrong) but I AM the queen of clear out, but then again we DO have a big family, but I am on loosing ground here.~ Ack!
This is getting windy...
Let's cut it short.
Man I love my husband!
BEFORE:
Ahhhhh... AFTER:
a loft on each side up top for storage.
you know what I'll be doing this weekend;)
This cannot even possibly be an interesting post to anyone but to me. Or maybe another housewife who can sympathize with struggles of organization.
But to keep in theme with my project beware posts, this is the mother of them all.
This is a snow ball. A ripple effect. A HUGE undertaking, (and by huge undertaking the huge part really was huge convincing my husband to say yes to a shed! So with that checked off the list...)
Our garage is a mass destruction. No car has graced the inside walls of it. That is laughable. Four kids equals bikes galore. Scooters, lawnmower, tent, yard equipment, toys, strollers, roller blades, shoes, garbage cans, kitchen sink... (you get the point.
Now that Tatum is driving and she got a car for her birthday we have crossed the line to white trash land with 3 cars asettin in the driveway. Toys spilling out of the garage. Big ol pizza sign uptop on of those cars...(just sayin...)
And Now it is WINTER. Patio furniture needs to be stored away. So does the trampoline. So does the grill. Good gosh, how did we accumulate so much stuff! Stuff is good, (don't get me wrong) but I AM the queen of clear out, but then again we DO have a big family, but I am on loosing ground here.~ Ack!
This is getting windy...
Let's cut it short.
Man I love my husband!
BEFORE:
Ahhhhh... AFTER:
a loft on each side up top for storage.
you know what I'll be doing this weekend;)Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Rainy Night
It is grey and rainy here. Just kind of a cold and melancholy day. A day that we just kind of snuggle in and count our blessings for all we have.
I am blessed beyond measure, don't get me wrong, but have had a heavy heart with all that seems to be swirling around.
My mind has been on Yaya and her recent disappointment, and her up and down 7 year battle with trying so hard to become a mom. Even though I don't know her in Real life, I have gotten to know her through her blog, and my heart aches for her. She has a beautiful spirit that shines through in her personality and I know one day she will get to meet her baby, and we all will celebrate! But how hard it is until then to see how rough this journey is.
My mind is on my Mom's husband's best friend, who died unexpectedly the other day. A healthy full of life man, riding his bike home with golf clubs thrown on the back after playing a round of golf, had a heart attack on the side of the road. His wife is so sad and alone. She is going to have to learn the dance of life without her mate. The holidays are coming. Sometimes it just seems to much to take in.
He was Jack's best friend for 40 years. His best man at my mom and his wedding. I am just sad for everyone involved. We will miss your antics, Paul.
And I guess holding this little one that doesn't seem to get better quick enough for Mama. My heart goes out to all the parents who day in and out take care of terminally ill children. How strong you must be!
I know all things happen for reasons, and we must take a learn from them what we can. That good and bad are gifts/chances/opportunities for us to grow, learn, and build upon.
So tonight, on this rainy blustery night, I will say a prayer of thankfulness for all of these people and insights that have crossed my path, and I will say a prayer for each of the people in my life and know that God has a purpose and plan for each of us. And that we need to always be working on that.
I am blessed beyond measure, don't get me wrong, but have had a heavy heart with all that seems to be swirling around.
My mind has been on Yaya and her recent disappointment, and her up and down 7 year battle with trying so hard to become a mom. Even though I don't know her in Real life, I have gotten to know her through her blog, and my heart aches for her. She has a beautiful spirit that shines through in her personality and I know one day she will get to meet her baby, and we all will celebrate! But how hard it is until then to see how rough this journey is.
My mind is on my Mom's husband's best friend, who died unexpectedly the other day. A healthy full of life man, riding his bike home with golf clubs thrown on the back after playing a round of golf, had a heart attack on the side of the road. His wife is so sad and alone. She is going to have to learn the dance of life without her mate. The holidays are coming. Sometimes it just seems to much to take in.
He was Jack's best friend for 40 years. His best man at my mom and his wedding. I am just sad for everyone involved. We will miss your antics, Paul.And I guess holding this little one that doesn't seem to get better quick enough for Mama. My heart goes out to all the parents who day in and out take care of terminally ill children. How strong you must be!
I know all things happen for reasons, and we must take a learn from them what we can. That good and bad are gifts/chances/opportunities for us to grow, learn, and build upon.
So tonight, on this rainy blustery night, I will say a prayer of thankfulness for all of these people and insights that have crossed my path, and I will say a prayer for each of the people in my life and know that God has a purpose and plan for each of us. And that we need to always be working on that.
Just a Quick Update...then back to the Trenches...
Still trying to get better:( This little one here is having a hard time getting better. (even on antibiotics) She is not eating much and getting skinny!My doctor switched me today to a different antibiotic and I am really starting to feel so much better. I must have the best bloggy friends in the world! Thank you all for your sweet words, and wishes of being able to come to help:) You guys are awesome!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sick Sick Sick
OH, How grateful I am to feel the sweep of my fingers over the keyboard again!
I have spent the last few days in a haze of sickness. Summer and I both had head colds all last week, but by Friday they took hold into their own animal. Summer's started spiking into fevers, and I started a level of coughing that I didn't know was possible. I literally slept clutching a jar of Vick's up to my face all night. Slathering it on me wasn't good enough. I. Couldn't. Get. Air. By Sunday and no sleep in 2 nights, and a baby that just cried non stop and wanted to be held only by me (who felt like she was on death's bed) I gave in and gave her back her pacifier and drove myself to Urgent Care. The next day I took her.
We both have respiratory infections and got antibiotics. I got cough med with codeine, and some other kind of "pearl" med that cuts down all the mucus. We finally both got some sleep last night. Summer thank goodness is back without her pacifier, and I can feel us productive coughing now, and not painful coughing. Her fever is broken.
Mike and the kids are surviving without us. They are troopers. Hope to be back on my game soon. Miss you all!
P.S~ My Button now has a code! It is on the side bar below:)
I have spent the last few days in a haze of sickness. Summer and I both had head colds all last week, but by Friday they took hold into their own animal. Summer's started spiking into fevers, and I started a level of coughing that I didn't know was possible. I literally slept clutching a jar of Vick's up to my face all night. Slathering it on me wasn't good enough. I. Couldn't. Get. Air. By Sunday and no sleep in 2 nights, and a baby that just cried non stop and wanted to be held only by me (who felt like she was on death's bed) I gave in and gave her back her pacifier and drove myself to Urgent Care. The next day I took her.
We both have respiratory infections and got antibiotics. I got cough med with codeine, and some other kind of "pearl" med that cuts down all the mucus. We finally both got some sleep last night. Summer thank goodness is back without her pacifier, and I can feel us productive coughing now, and not painful coughing. Her fever is broken.
Mike and the kids are surviving without us. They are troopers. Hope to be back on my game soon. Miss you all!
P.S~ My Button now has a code! It is on the side bar below:)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Take Me Please!
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IT"S HERE! (I know you all have been patiently waiting{{superbig grin}} )
We are getting pretty big for our breeches here at "In The Trenches" (not) and felt all my friends would LOVE to have this here button.
So don't be shy! Take one! (pretty please take one????:)
(and a great big cyber hug to Lacey who created it~girl you rock...for putting up with me if nothing else:)
Friday, November 13, 2009
Dead Turkey
I label this post this in humor. Back when Mike and I were first married, I made reference to something and meaning to use the phrase that the person had stopped "cold turkey" I said "dead turkey". Boy did I walk into a minefield that day. That has been a joke and I have been laughed at for years.
But really it has been no laughing manner in our house. Yes, I know I have dilly dallied about this topic before, and pulled at your heart strings before about Summer having to give up her pluggy (pacifier), but to be honest, I have no back bone and we have continued to let her have it.
Now don't get me wrong! Half hearted attempts of limiting it to just bedtime have been made, and alot of talk about has been done!
Whew! ALL that talking wore me out!
But it didn't really change things....
So we got to the point this week where Mama was at the end of her rope. Last baby or not, I had had it. Our whole day was spent whining about "fruggies" and whether or not we had them. She is a smart cookie and knows that she only gets them at bedtime, so she says she's tired all the time now to try to trick you into giving her them! She also knows, Mom is a sucker for boo boos. I was feeling like one step forward if we made it through the day, and 3 steps backwards once we gave it back to her at night.
SO~At some bizarrao point Summer was really Jonesing for a donut. I told her we would buy a WHOLE BOX of donuts if she threw her plugs away. She agreed! We made a BIGPRODUCTION out of her standing uptop a kitchen chair and throwing it away in front of the other kids. Everyone clapped and cheered. She beamed!! That night she played in her room quietly and I thought...hmm "this is going waay to easy?"
At one point she did say "pluggy". I said "remember you threw it away! It is all gone." She cried a bit...but nothing too traumatic.
So later I check on her in her room to see if she has settled down and gone to sleep. There she is with her toy basket completely overturned and is halfway inside it with just her rump sticking out. Stuffed toys are flying out the opening behind her. I said "Summer! What are you doing??"
She said "I BEEZEE~ Go away! I Bee ZEE!"
Poor Baby had found plugs in there before and was fruitlessly secretly searching.
It has been her comfort and companion for 2 and half years now. I feel so sad for her. She has asked many times for it, but we have stayed strong.
She has called us a "BABY DIAPER"....the meanest word she knows, cause she's mad about it, on many occasions.
It has been 2 whole nights, 3 whole days, and one major major tantrum which I will NOT write about, but I stayed strong through. I can't go through this again.
I love you sweet girl. If this is tough love, it sucks.
But really it has been no laughing manner in our house. Yes, I know I have dilly dallied about this topic before, and pulled at your heart strings before about Summer having to give up her pluggy (pacifier), but to be honest, I have no back bone and we have continued to let her have it.
Now don't get me wrong! Half hearted attempts of limiting it to just bedtime have been made, and alot of talk about has been done!
Whew! ALL that talking wore me out!
But it didn't really change things....
So we got to the point this week where Mama was at the end of her rope. Last baby or not, I had had it. Our whole day was spent whining about "fruggies" and whether or not we had them. She is a smart cookie and knows that she only gets them at bedtime, so she says she's tired all the time now to try to trick you into giving her them! She also knows, Mom is a sucker for boo boos. I was feeling like one step forward if we made it through the day, and 3 steps backwards once we gave it back to her at night.
SO~At some bizarrao point Summer was really Jonesing for a donut. I told her we would buy a WHOLE BOX of donuts if she threw her plugs away. She agreed! We made a BIGPRODUCTION out of her standing uptop a kitchen chair and throwing it away in front of the other kids. Everyone clapped and cheered. She beamed!! That night she played in her room quietly and I thought...hmm "this is going waay to easy?"
At one point she did say "pluggy". I said "remember you threw it away! It is all gone." She cried a bit...but nothing too traumatic.
So later I check on her in her room to see if she has settled down and gone to sleep. There she is with her toy basket completely overturned and is halfway inside it with just her rump sticking out. Stuffed toys are flying out the opening behind her. I said "Summer! What are you doing??"
She said "I BEEZEE~ Go away! I Bee ZEE!"
Poor Baby had found plugs in there before and was fruitlessly secretly searching.
It has been her comfort and companion for 2 and half years now. I feel so sad for her. She has asked many times for it, but we have stayed strong.
She has called us a "BABY DIAPER"....the meanest word she knows, cause she's mad about it, on many occasions.
It has been 2 whole nights, 3 whole days, and one major major tantrum which I will NOT write about, but I stayed strong through. I can't go through this again.
I love you sweet girl. If this is tough love, it sucks.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Hoops and All
I have been feeling pretty lousy lately with a cough and head cold. Up alot at nights and lazy mornings in bed with Summer (who is all for this schedule). The girl is a night owl and many a night, we in exasperation have to take her from her gated room and put her between us around 1am, just to make the child go to sleep. Anyways...with Tatum catching a bus at 6:30 (which I watch her board) and the boys bus at 8:00, we usually go back to bed after such choppy nights.So today we were watching Noggin in my bed, waiting for my cough med to kick in (I have got to have abs of steel by now), and we decided to change out her earrings.
Here's where we got really crazy! We put in H.O.O.P.S.!
She looked so cute! I was nervous at first and explained to her she had to be careful. She admired herself in the mirror, and LOVED it;)
She actually kept them in all day!~ When the boys got home she showed them off, but was quick to tell the "NO TOUCH THEM!" Lol! She really was so careful!About 8pm she asked to have them taken out, and I did right away, and tonight we put back in her studs.
We are doing our Christmas pictures this weekend, so I think I will try it again then since she did so good!
On another random note...while laying in bed playing with my camera, I FINALLY figured out how to do Black and White shots, which are MY favorite. (Missy~if you are reading this I KNOW you showed me how, but apparently, even though I write instructions down, I STILL couldn't figure it out...so this was a big feat for me:) I have only owned the darn thing for 4 months now!
Plan on seeing mucho more B&W's coming;)Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I am a Theta Mom
Samantha over at Apple Juice and Milk tagged me because she thinks I am a Theta Mom. Theta stands for a true, authentic mom. Gosh...thanks Sam:)I am suppose to list 5 experiences that have helped shaped me into being a Theta Mom...
1. One I would have to say is being a true authentic mom is not for the faint of heart. You don't get time outs. Point being proved is when everyone is sick. Others have buckled under the pressure of ummm...dying from let's say the stomach flu (not naming any names here honey), and you feel just as bad. You just know though that you have to peel your head off the pillow and pull it together to be the one to mop up the puke and take care of a sick child.
2. when you make Christmas morning. Plan, spend, bake, buy, wrap, decorate, drive, make, create, and hope all so that one morning is magical for them.
3. you realize how deep down your parents must have loved and invested in you.
4. you can sleep on a quarter of an inch of bed with two kids, one snoring husband, and a meowing cat that wants out of the basement.
5. you can pick somebody's booger, wipe somebody's butt, cook dinner, stop a small explosion from happening (boys!), answer the phone, and feed the pets all without batting an eye.
There you have it! My thrown together list:)
Now...I have to find some Theta Moms of my own to pass this award on to...
Heather from Sugar and Spice
Heather from Want What you Have
Have fun Ladies!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Summer the Elephant
The other day, my mom was over, and Summer and her were playing in the basement. Summer had gotten into an old storage closet and drug out an old Halloween costume that was Matthew's on his 1st Halloween. It was Disney's Dumbo the elephant.
Now Summer has no idea who Dumbo is, but she sure is learning her animals, and she was quite taken with this elephant costume.
Matthew was only 5 months old on his 1st Halloween, but he was a HUGE baby. That being said, the way sizes ran at Disney, I was forced to buy him a 12 month outfit, just so it could fit him. It was a little big on him, but it worked.
Amazingly enough, Summer in her 2 and half year old body, determination and all, squeezed into it, and was quite delighted.
She hammed it up for quite awhile... We even found the old Dumbo movie in the garage in the stacks of VHS tapes and turned in on for her. I guess I forgot how traumatic that movie really is. Mother elephant getting whipped and chained, red eyes, trampling, other elephant mothers making fun and ostracizing Dumbo, them forcing him off heights to be laughed at with clowns, him crying for his Mama...
Anyways we started the tape, and Jake found out and looked horrified and said "Your not going to let Her watch THat Are You?!?!".
So I sat there and buzzed passed the scary parts, and even Summer was like "want Little Bear". She did like the bubble bath part where his Mama washes him up and loves on him, but then we just turned on Little Bear. Oh well. I guess we were tougher in the 70's?
Now Summer has no idea who Dumbo is, but she sure is learning her animals, and she was quite taken with this elephant costume.
Matthew was only 5 months old on his 1st Halloween, but he was a HUGE baby. That being said, the way sizes ran at Disney, I was forced to buy him a 12 month outfit, just so it could fit him. It was a little big on him, but it worked.
Amazingly enough, Summer in her 2 and half year old body, determination and all, squeezed into it, and was quite delighted.
She hammed it up for quite awhile... We even found the old Dumbo movie in the garage in the stacks of VHS tapes and turned in on for her. I guess I forgot how traumatic that movie really is. Mother elephant getting whipped and chained, red eyes, trampling, other elephant mothers making fun and ostracizing Dumbo, them forcing him off heights to be laughed at with clowns, him crying for his Mama...
Anyways we started the tape, and Jake found out and looked horrified and said "Your not going to let Her watch THat Are You?!?!".Tatum came out of the shower to stop me and said the same thing... I guess we traumatized them as kids, LOL!
So I sat there and buzzed passed the scary parts, and even Summer was like "want Little Bear". She did like the bubble bath part where his Mama washes him up and loves on him, but then we just turned on Little Bear. Oh well. I guess we were tougher in the 70's?
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