Sunday we received yet another round of ice, and snow. This has to stop sometime soon! I don't think I can take anymore of the white stuff. I need spring, green grass, and temps that aren't frigid.
Yesterday, my poor little boy went to the doctor to find out he has a double ear infection and strep throat. He had strep twice last year, so I'm always paranoid whenever he says that his throat hurts (rightfully so apparently). If that wasn't bad enough, he had an allergic reaction to his antibiotics! My poor baby is covered in a rash. He is now on a different antibiotic, and taking benadryl.
We had our first make-up mishap yesterday. While I was busy, Emma decided to make herself beautiful with my make-up. She applied the lipstick very well, it was the heavy coating of brown eye shadow all around her mouth that wasn't applied so well. I did take pics, and will post one soon. We had a talk about if she wants to look beautiful to tell mommy and I'd help. Keep your fingers crossed that she'll actually listen.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Craziness
Oh, my goodness. The weather has got to change and soon! I can only blame this constant snow/ice and freezing cold to be the cause of everyone in my house going crazy. It's not only my kids, but it's my dogs too. Everyone has been way more hyper than normal (including both dogs and my older dog, Scooby, a 6 1/2 year old Shih-Tzu is usually verrrrry lazy). Emma's running around the house back and forth and talking nonstop. Brandon who is recovering from the flu, actually, I'd say he's fully recovered now, is driving me insane. Plus I just caught my one-year-old shorkie (shih-tzu/yorkie mix), Belle, on my kitchen table. She's never done that before, and she's starting to chew on Emma's toys again! In case you're wondering, yes there are plenty of different raw hides for her to chew on instead, but apparently there's something irresistable in her toys.
As I said, Brandon is just getting over the flu, I was sick over the weekend, and Emma was sick last weekend. This has to stop. I never get the flu, and I've had it twice this season. One funny, is that for a few days after Emma was sick she was gassy. The funny part is that she blames her daddy every time even if he's not here. She went out in the car with him and she comes home and tells me that daddy tooted in her car seat! I about died laughing.
Now for something cuter. At Emma's preschool they let the kids with summer birthdays bring special treats for their half birthdays. Well, her turn was today, and that helped increase her enthusiam as she went around saying that today was her half birthday and she is now 3 1/2. She gets to school and she puts on this big blue velvet dress-up dress, with a pink headband with ribbons streaming down, and of course beads (what outfit would have been complete without beads?). Not only that but she got a stroller, put a baby in it, and grabbed a vase with plastic flowers in it in her arms. She looked like a little bag lady! It was so cute.
As I said, Brandon is just getting over the flu, I was sick over the weekend, and Emma was sick last weekend. This has to stop. I never get the flu, and I've had it twice this season. One funny, is that for a few days after Emma was sick she was gassy. The funny part is that she blames her daddy every time even if he's not here. She went out in the car with him and she comes home and tells me that daddy tooted in her car seat! I about died laughing.
Now for something cuter. At Emma's preschool they let the kids with summer birthdays bring special treats for their half birthdays. Well, her turn was today, and that helped increase her enthusiam as she went around saying that today was her half birthday and she is now 3 1/2. She gets to school and she puts on this big blue velvet dress-up dress, with a pink headband with ribbons streaming down, and of course beads (what outfit would have been complete without beads?). Not only that but she got a stroller, put a baby in it, and grabbed a vase with plastic flowers in it in her arms. She looked like a little bag lady! It was so cute.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
More Ramblings
For those of you that have read about my previous troubles with Sears and them not delivering my appliances as scheduled, let me update you on what happened. They never came in because Sears never actually ordered them. Do you think they offered to order them? No they did not. Thank goodness for Menards, who delivered my much missed dishwasher promptly. If all that wasn't bad enough, of course there was more trouble to come. The plumbers installed the dishwasher, but could get no power. I had to call the electrician to come and fix the problem. I didn't think it would ever run, but now all is good finally and I no longer have to wash dishes by hand (how primitive)!
My son's birthday party was almost 1 1/2 months ago, and amazingly one of the kids who attended told him that they were no longer allowed to go to his birthday parties because kids were putting their faces in their cake, and that Bran was rude to him and his sister. This was a pool party and the kids in question came and sat and drew pictures because their mom (someone I'd been friends with for almost 20 years) said they had ear infections. Who brings kids to a pool party when they can't get in? Also, this supposed friend left without even saying bye, and didn't even tell me about any of these problems. Honestly, we haven't spoken much during the past year, we've honestly just drifted apart, and have different priorities at this time. I'm lucky to have some good friends in my life who are there to listen to me vent, encourage me, and just listen.
Obviously I wasn't the only one with pms this last week. My dear hubby and I got into a discussion of other things he could do to help out on Sunday besides laundry, and he actually said he would take care of it and I could sit on my butt and eat bonbons. Amazingly enough he is still alive, and has since apologized profusely. I have been doing very good on my diet, and Marla and I have been continuing to exercise! (miracles or miracles)
My son's birthday party was almost 1 1/2 months ago, and amazingly one of the kids who attended told him that they were no longer allowed to go to his birthday parties because kids were putting their faces in their cake, and that Bran was rude to him and his sister. This was a pool party and the kids in question came and sat and drew pictures because their mom (someone I'd been friends with for almost 20 years) said they had ear infections. Who brings kids to a pool party when they can't get in? Also, this supposed friend left without even saying bye, and didn't even tell me about any of these problems. Honestly, we haven't spoken much during the past year, we've honestly just drifted apart, and have different priorities at this time. I'm lucky to have some good friends in my life who are there to listen to me vent, encourage me, and just listen.
Obviously I wasn't the only one with pms this last week. My dear hubby and I got into a discussion of other things he could do to help out on Sunday besides laundry, and he actually said he would take care of it and I could sit on my butt and eat bonbons. Amazingly enough he is still alive, and has since apologized profusely. I have been doing very good on my diet, and Marla and I have been continuing to exercise! (miracles or miracles)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
What to do?
I have only stayed home with my kids full time for about the last 6-7 months. Previously, I have worked in social services. Honestly, I was burnt out and really tired of taking kids who weren't mine to the park. The hours are generally not conducive to young children as you can't see the kids until after school. I just received an email today from my boss (I guess I haven't yet mentioned that I have tried to fully quit, but they didn't want that trying to keep me on in any capacity). I now have to make a decision about whether to go back to work very part-time, or finally quit quit. I'm really only torn because hey who can't use some extra money? I would hate to be away from home and my kids, it's been great being here with Emma, and volunteering at Bran's school. I've struggled with the issue of if I'm truly concerned about finances I can change that by going back to work. Is social service what I really love and want to do? Not really. What I need to do is to get off my butt and take my counceling licensure test (I have my master's in counseling), but that seems like a lot of pressure too. My husband will say that it's up to me, and I need to do what makes me happy, but there is guilt there too. UGH!!!! I don't think I can even really deal with this right now.
Friday, January 18, 2008
TGIF
I finally did it. I have gotten back to my prepregnancy weight. It only took 9 years to happen! My friend Marla, and I actually obtained our goal of working out 3 times this week. That is quite an accomplishment as last year we had the same goal, and never accomplished the 3 times in any one week!
Everyone keep your fingers crossed. I had Brandon write sentences yesterday. He wrote: I will not talk back to my parents. He was less than happy to say the least, but I never had to yell at him last night, and miracle of miracles, today after school he offered to play games with his sister! I'm really hoping things have turned the corner for a while at least.
This morning I was excited as my new stove and dishwasher was going to be delivered (the fact that I was excited told me just how old I was getting). Yeah, it never happened. They can't explain why the items weren't delivered to the store as their computers were down. This company that shall remain nameless, oh what the heck, Sears could not give any good answers, but since we were told that everything had to be pulled out prior to the delivery, my husband somehow managed to get the dishwasher pulled out (that is another story completely. Who knew how hard it is to take one out?). So, I had a dishwasher in the middle of my kitchen, and no stove as it was pulled out and the power cord off (my husband is at work and won't be home until 10). The owner came and got the dishwasher, and they replugged my stove so I can actually use it. The soonest I can get my new dishwasher is Tuesday. I am going to have to actually hand wash dishes for the next few days. I got way too spoiled having a dishwasher. Needless to say, it has not been the best of days and I'm grateful the week is over.
Everyone keep your fingers crossed. I had Brandon write sentences yesterday. He wrote: I will not talk back to my parents. He was less than happy to say the least, but I never had to yell at him last night, and miracle of miracles, today after school he offered to play games with his sister! I'm really hoping things have turned the corner for a while at least.
This morning I was excited as my new stove and dishwasher was going to be delivered (the fact that I was excited told me just how old I was getting). Yeah, it never happened. They can't explain why the items weren't delivered to the store as their computers were down. This company that shall remain nameless, oh what the heck, Sears could not give any good answers, but since we were told that everything had to be pulled out prior to the delivery, my husband somehow managed to get the dishwasher pulled out (that is another story completely. Who knew how hard it is to take one out?). So, I had a dishwasher in the middle of my kitchen, and no stove as it was pulled out and the power cord off (my husband is at work and won't be home until 10). The owner came and got the dishwasher, and they replugged my stove so I can actually use it. The soonest I can get my new dishwasher is Tuesday. I am going to have to actually hand wash dishes for the next few days. I got way too spoiled having a dishwasher. Needless to say, it has not been the best of days and I'm grateful the week is over.
Monday, January 14, 2008
One Week Down
I have just finished my first week back of counting points for a very long time. So far, success. The fact that I have not indulged in my chocolate fantasies (amazing, now that I'm on a diet my fantasies involve chocolate instead of alcohol) even though my son is being a huge pain in the butt is quite the accomplishment. I don't know what's gotten into him, but I am really tired of all of the smart ass comments lately. This last week has been hell. I'd swear he was a teenager instead of 9! Sometimes I look at him and think what am I doing wrong? I love being home with my children, but lately I just feel like the world's worst mother. I spend way too much time getting after him, and I'm afraid that no matter what I say to him, and how I do keep telling him that I love him that he's going to think that his sister is my favorite. Honestly, she may be three, but she can be naughty, and she gets her fair share of time outs too.
Back to Bran, he even made a sexist remark Friday night. I was stunned (he's always been a momma's boy), and I lit into him letting him know it was completely innappropriate and unexceptable. I know that I didn't raise him like this so what is happening to my little boy?!
Back to Bran, he even made a sexist remark Friday night. I was stunned (he's always been a momma's boy), and I lit into him letting him know it was completely innappropriate and unexceptable. I know that I didn't raise him like this so what is happening to my little boy?!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Ramblings
Yesterday my daughter was looking out of the window, watching it snow, big huge flakes that remind me of lake effect snow back in Chicago, and she starts talking about how much she loves snow. I mistakenly mention snowman and she starts talking about how she doesn't have a magic hat. Can you tell that this girl watched Frosty the Snowman everyday for a couple of weeks leading up to x-mas? I'm afraid that she's going to expect mom to produce a magic hat from who-knows-where when it comes time to making a snowman. She's going to be very disappointed when she doesn't have a talking, dancing snowman out there.
Last night, talking about watching a movie this weekend, my three-year-old daughter looks at me and says "Spiderman." My husband is corrupting her, and getting her to watch bad movies already! She's supposed to say "Notebook" or some other approved chick flick. Meanwhile, my nine-year-old son must be channelling a teenager as he's rolling his eyes at me, throwing his arms up in the air, and stomping to his room. He's really making me feel as though I'm getting the mom of the year award.
Last night, talking about watching a movie this weekend, my three-year-old daughter looks at me and says "Spiderman." My husband is corrupting her, and getting her to watch bad movies already! She's supposed to say "Notebook" or some other approved chick flick. Meanwhile, my nine-year-old son must be channelling a teenager as he's rolling his eyes at me, throwing his arms up in the air, and stomping to his room. He's really making me feel as though I'm getting the mom of the year award.
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