Thursday, February 28, 2008
For the record, he was not in any trouble over this.
Crud! Justice just figured out how to open the front door. This is not good!
I know what it was! I had a 13 year old black cat put to sleep at the end of the summer. That one actually happened. I cried quarts! I loved that cat, but apparently she is using up one of her 9 lives to come back and haunt me with pestilence unending.
Here is the run down:
Since I've been pregnant we in our household have had:
-bronchitis for 2 months straight
-a puking virus
-broken rib twice
-Bruce had some horrible sore throat, where his uvula (the punching bag thing in the back of your throat) was swollen to about the size of his fingertip -no exaggeration. He couldn't eat or talk for about 3 days. He probably should have gone to the hospital because the thing kept gagging him and threatening to cut off his airway.
Within the month of February
-half of the family was sick with a fever that lasts 5-6 days
-a child with an abscessed tooth that had to be pulled out
-a husband with a BAD thrown out back
-me with a cold, which I really hope isn't a recurrence of the bronchitis thing, but I can't sleep at night for all of the coughing, which -as I have given birth 4 times, and am pregnant- makes me wet my pants almost invariably, and is not good on my rib that is still trying to recover.
-and another puking virus
Aside from truly tragic things like people being terminally ill, dying, or losing their testimony, is there anything worse than a puking 2 year old? They don't know that you are supposed to try to puke in the potty or a puke bucket. They just barf where they are. At least most of my house has no carpet. Thank heavens! He barfed all over his bed last night, and then on the couch. Between our normal massive amounts of laundry, the barf, and a child that has recently had a bed-wetting relapse, I am absolutely buried in dirty laundry. I really don't know if it can all be done.
Ross is supposed to be having a birthday party that he invited his whole class to (shudder, oh well, it's only for 2 hours) on Saturday. I am crossing my fingers that we will be well by then. Otherwise I will be on the phone forever trying desperately to call all of the parents to post-pone.
What a winter I am having. But as none of these things are more than annoyances, and nothing truly tragic has happened, I'm doing just fine. I am actually in good spirits today, believe it or not. I'll just start the washing machine up, and get on with life. Sorry for another complaining sounding blog! I feel like that's all I do these days. I must be a real bummer to read! Honestly, I'm alright though. That's just life. I just wonder what the heck is up this year. It must have been the cat thing! I need to go and tie about 20 rabbits' feet around my neck, wash by the light of the full moon in stump water, kill a few chickens, shovel salt over my left shoulder, find about 2 dozen four leafed clovers, and put lambs blood on my door now. See you all later!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Here's a link
That reminds me of a time when Mark was little. We were over at my parents house, hanging out in the family room downstairs. I realized that I hadn't seen Mark in a while. I went upstairs to check on him and found him and Jonni (my brother's child) in the bathroom with a washcloth a piece, covered head to toe in toilet water, dunking their washcloths in the toilet and sucking the water out. They didn't die, so I guess Justice will survive. It's just eew!
How about another one, while I'm at it. One time, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I was playing at my aunt Marsha's house. A cousin of mine (who shall remain nameless, lest this should embarrass her), and I had been outside playing and gotten completely covered in mud. Marsha put us in the bathtub, and went outside to do some gardening. Now, Marsha and Reid had a glass shower door, that slid on a track. It often got stuck, at least us kids couldn't open it. We had shut the shower door for fun. Well, my young cousin had to go to the bathroom, #2. Try as we might, we could not get that door open. We yelled and hollered, but no one could hear us. She finally couldn't hold it any longer. I have vivid memories of us standing on the sides of the bathtub, banging on the door and yelling for Marsha, with little poops floating merrily along under us.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Aside-my spell check has stopped working on this thing! It agrivates me. I'm not a terrible speller, but I don't spell absolutely everything right. I implore you to ignore my ignorance.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Anyway, Oh happy day! I am taking piano lessons again! I so love piano! Someday, I hope I can be really good at it. People who haven't walked that road just can't appreciate how long it takes a person to get actually good at it. I didn't really start piano until I was about 17. I started out reading the bass clef "All Cars Eat Gas" style. It's been 15 years, and I can play some pretty darn hard things that I have put endless hours into. I can sight read most things from the hymn book, even in front of people, and not make a complete mess of it. But still, I am a far cry from Aunt Marsha! Someday!
About the gloves, I sent Ross & Mark to school today with a glove a peice. It is bitter cold outside, and I felt bad for them, but it's their fault. I can't tell you how many pairs of gloves / hats the two of them have lost! I check every morning, just as part of my routine, to make sure that all 3 of my school age children have gloves and a hat. I tell them to put them in their coat pockets when they take them off. Lydia is pretty good. She's only lost 1 1/2 pairs this year. Ross & Mark are constantly coming home with no gloves. I had to drive them to school today, so I went into Mark's classroom, to look into his locker. I was sure that I'd find it piled high with stray gloves. Not a one. So, being the too nice person that I am, I gave Mark the gloves out of my own coat pocket, and gave Ross the one that Mark had. Now they both have a set for today. I have threatened them -and I'm afraid I will have to make good on it- that the next person to come home with no gloves will have to wear the Barbie gloves. I have a pink pair of Barbie gloves that Lydia won't wear anymore. (Barbie's aren't cool anymore. All of the girls -except for Lydia, thank heavens- love Brats instead. Lydia doesn't like Brats either, but she is too embarressed to wear Barbie anything to school. On a whole other subject, I detest Brats, or as I call them "Tramps in Training." It's a sad commentary that Barbie is the more modest option for little girls. Anyway, I digress.) Anyway, Ross or Mark will have to wear the Barbie gloves to school one of these days. I will have to buy more gloves for them, but they are going to pay for them.
Am I way too whiney? I apologize! Winter is taking it's toll. Yay for Spring being weeks, a month, whatever it is, away. I can't wait!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
Catching up on About a Million Things that I've Thought About Blogging About Lately (Did I use the Word "About" Enough?)
Here's a week ago when we all went sledding. It was great fun! (I just watched -the whole pregnant / broken rib thing- but I always have fun watching the kids having fun.)
Friday, February 01, 2008
We are having a snow day! We got, I'm guessing, 8-10 inches of snow last night. Lydia said earlier "It's the perfect day!" We had pancakes this morning, the kids went outside to play after breakfast. I told the kids that if they get their rooms super clean today, I'd take them sledding later on. Tonight Lydia is having 7 or 8 girls over for a birthday sleepover. Bruce & Ross are going out to the movies, and I think Mark is going to spend the night at a friend's house.
This morning, before he left for work, Bruce dared Ross & Mark to run to the trashcan and back, barefoot. Here it is. Goofy people!