Friday, May 30, 2008

Dress issues

I have issues with Ethan and clothes! Let me give you an example, today Ethan got dressed without me even asking! Which in itself is a tiny miracle. The trouble is he was wearing the same pants he wore yesterday only today they were inside out. Nice, I know. He was also wearing his pajama shirt which is about 20 sizes to big. I asked him to change his pants and his shirt. He grumbled and went off. Next I saw him he was wearing shorts under his P.J. shirt. I decided that it wasn't worth the effort involved, and let him wear it. He told me that at school today his friends all asked him if he was wearing a dress today. Well that's what you get when you don't listen to your mom.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Laundry

Brett and I celebrated our 9th anniversary this month. I love my husband, he is the best thing that has happened to me. He has given me the best gift he could have, our three fantastic, crazy, wonderful, unstable, silly, beautiful children (they take after me you know)! He is kind, funny, sensitive, and he worries about me. It's nice to have someone worry if you're ok when you're not home, or worry if you are going to pass your test, or if you are feeling alright. He makes me feel special, and he is always ready and willing to help out where ever he can.
Now let me tell you all how I know he loves me too. It all has to do with laundry. Yes, that is right, laundry! I hate to do laundry, even more than I dislike doing the dishes! So, as you can imagine the laundry piles up because I keep putting off doing it. I figure I have until we run out of clean underwear until I need to do laundry again. I will admit to making my kids wear dirty jeans to school, but I draw the line at dirty underwear. And I have bought extra pairs of underwear to lengthen the time til D-day. Once I get the laundry washed and dried, the next problem is folding it and putting it away. Sometimes it sits in the living room for a week before I break down and fold it so I can do more. This is usually how the week goes. The first day, I am motivated and get the first two loads folded and put away. After that, I get distracted and the loads start to pile up. Pretty soon there is too much laundry to just sit and fold for ten minutes. So it sits while I go off and do other things. The second thru fifth days, I look at it as I go by and get increasingly frustrated because it doesn't get done! And yet, I still don't do anything about it. The sixth day I know I need to do it soon, but I still don't. All this time I am feeling like a terrible house keeper because I can't (really won't) keep up with the laundry. Finally on the last day I wait until night time and then I pretty much explode. I get all upset that I have to do "IT" all by myself and I just can't do all I have to do without help! I get mad at Brett because he has just walked by the laundry all week too! He has two hands doesn't he? I get all huffy and emotional and let's face it, basically irrational. It doesn't matter that I haven't asked him once all week to help me fold. Even though I know that if I did ask him for help he would. It doesn't matter that I know he works long hours, and sometimes after working all day he comes home and works all evening. And what does Brett do? He helps me fold all the laundry and put it away. Not only that, but he doesn't complain about how I am really the one who procrastinated all week. He puts up with my emotional outbursts, and that is how I know he loves me still. Amazing isn't it? Aren't I a lucky woman? I guess it doesn't really matter what you think, because I know I am!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Catching Up

Wow! It has been a really long time since I last posted. Time has been flying by! There is only two weeks left of school. I have taken my finals and am done for the semester. Woooo-whoooo! I just have to interject here because Ethan and Bonnie are playing a game of owner and doggy, and Ethan is the dog. He asked his "owner" if he could go to the bathroom (he really had to go). He got permission, then Bonnie asked him if he knew where the poo-poo store was. Where do they come up with these things? Really!
Bonnie went to a primary party her CTR 5 teachers put on for her class, and she had so much fun! Brett was asking her all about it and she said they watched a movie about John the Baptism. This stuff kills me people!
Bonnie was sitting at the table all by herself finishing lunch one day, and she started talking to herself.
"Hello there I am the bus driver. I have to go do some errands. Could you please watch my bus?"
"Of course I could watch your bus, I would be delighted."
"Thank you. But whatever you do please don't let the pigeon drive the bus."
"OK, goodbye. Oh hello, who are you?"
"I am the pigeon, what a lovely bus you have there, could I please drive it?"
"I am sorry to disappoint you, but you can't."
"Oh, but I would really LOVE to drive a bus, couldn't I just try for a second?"
"Nope, sorry. No pigeons allowed"....It actually went on for about ten minutes. I was dieing!
Last week I pulled out the slip and side for the kids to play on, and they had so much fun! I love summer time!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mother's Day

Yesterday Ethan came home from school with every mothers dream, a coupon for free breakfast in bed! When I got up this morning, I was told under no uncertain terms that I was to go back to bed! Ethan made me eggs and toast and orange juice. I have to say that I enjoyed it immensely! He made the breakfast himself! I was very impressed and I have to say, I felt very loved! I have the best son in the whole wide world! I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family! I love mothers day. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my mother for her unfailing faith in me, and the lessons I learned from her. I can only aspire to be as good a mother as she is! I love you Mom!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Pillow Talk

This morning I was being lazy in bed when Bonnie came in to snuggle. I love it when my kids do that! Anyway, she was telling me something that she was going to do during the day, and I mouthed the word "Wow". She said, "Did you just say wow?" I told her I had, and she said "say something that sounds like laundry." So I mouthed the word "Laundry". And she guessed that I had said laundry. Then she asked me to say something that sounded like eyeball. And she guessed it again! Next came earwax, light bulb, and nose. You wouldn't believe it, but she guessed every single one! The girl is a genius! I, however, am not so smart. My turn to guess went something like this..."Mom, I am going to say something that sounds like bed." She barely moved her lips at all, so according to the established rules, my best guess was "Bed?" Of course not, it was something that rhymed with bed. Well obviously I wasn't paying enough attention to the rules of the game, so I just started listing words that rhymed with bed, "Led, fed, said, head". She thought for a minute (she actually stuck her tongue out in concentration), then she says, "Head, yeah it was head!" And I'm done with that game!

Monday, May 5, 2008

I am writing today with sadness in my heart. There is no more "basketti" in our house! I am not sure I can get over the loss I felt when Ethan finally figured it out that "basketti" is really "spaghetti". I think that "basketti" was my favorite word, and now it is gone forever. Bonnie says "paghetti" which is actually pretty impressive for her. I guess I will have to wait for Eliza to see if she can carry on the tradition.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Um, Chips Anyone?

Alright, first I have to tell you that this hilarious picture was taken by none other than the subject himself! I was so impressed, that I am publishing it solely for future embarrassment possibilities!
OK, so on to the real posting. Brett is in charge of dinner on Tuesday and Thursday nights when I have my class. Sometimes he has a hard time coming up with things. Last Tuesday, he was trying to figure out what to have. He was joking around with the kids and asked them if they wanted to have potato chips and brownies for dinner. Ethan spoke up and said, "Um Dad, I don't really LIKE potato chips." I know, what kind of child am I raising that doesn't like potato chips? I apologize to every one of you! It's not my fault, I try to feed my kids junk and they just won't have it! I am a failure, and my life has no meaning!