Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The Advent


I feel down right frantic. Packers come on Tuesday. Christmas is 18 days away. The list really does keep getting longer and longer. I think that the reality is sinking in, we really are moving to Australia. Honestly, it seems a little crazy. BUT some how in the midst of it all the girls seem to be fine. With a great deal of help from a few friends, I put together our traditional Christmas advent. I even have a plan so we can keep counting down when we are between houses. We have cut out snowflakes for the Church party, made a gingergread village, watched a Christmas movie, eaten Christams cookies, read stories, etc. It is amazing how pausing for just a few minutes and celebrating Christmas as family each day has really settled the girls.

Friday, December 3, 2010

The List

It is has been a crazy month, but really isn't November always busy? I have been working and working to get everything arranged for the move. I feel like I wake up every morning and work all day and most of the night and yet it doesn't seem like I am making much progress. The problem is everyday things get added. So far this month I have checked off:
  • doctor (3 visits each, company dr., private doc, and follow up)
  • dentist
  • hair cuts
  • inventory the entire house with replacement values (almost, just my room left)
  • get on Facebook
  • find house in Australia (found one, room for all of us, dog ok, close to school and good commute for Adam. It is in the Ascot/Hamilton area of Brisbane)
  • teach class, still have 2 more class periods and finals
  • arrangements for Olive, thankyou a MILLION to our friends who are helping us with that and have volunteered to keep her for a few months
  • sort and organize house, some stores, some ships, some goes air
  • start Christmas advent for girls (I can't give up all traditions just because we are moving this holiday season)
  • shop for Christmas
  • buy clothing and household items for next few years because Australia is expensive and I refuse to pay $35 for mascara that I can buy here for $5
  • figure out how to furnish and outfit house that is 1/3 the size
  • sell cars/boat/appliances
  • complete literally HOURS of paperwork, I have signed so many things that my signature is totally unrecognizable now
  • keep house SPOTLESS for showings

AND believe it or not I still have things on my list. Two weeks from today, we will move out of our Cypress house. GULP!!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Olive


This is is Olive. With some serious help from friends, I gave her to the girls and the hub for Christmas last year. She has quickly become a big part of our family. Weighing in at just shy of 7 pounds she is one tiny bundle of love. She loves to run out in the back yard and chase the squirrels. They tease her like crazy, climbing just low enough that they are just out of reach. She also loves to bound up the stairs in the morning and wake up the girls. She knows the routine. We wake CB up and then half hour later the other two. Sometimes she likes to sneak up the stairs and get them early. But my favorite thing about Ollie is her bell. When she has to go out, she just rings her little bell on the back door and waits. It makes me so happy. I never thought she would do it, but she is very smart and quick and teachable. . .
AND now she has become a bit of an obstacle. Australia is very strict about what you can bring into their country. I won't go into the possible items for quarentine list. Let's just saw it covers everything in my whole house.

Today I talked with the pet transport people and learned that Australia requires Olive to stay out of their country for 180 days after she gets a "clean" blood test. UM. . . .that's 5 months and we are leaving in 6 weeks. How is this going to work? Not to mention the fact that I was counting on Olive to be part of the girl's support structure. I won't even metion the cost to get her there. First you wouldn't believe me and second you would think I was crazy. BUT you would do the same. She is part of our family and we love her and I don't regret her for one minute. Ok well when she was a puppy and she cried and peed, I regretted it some, but now she is ours, just look at her. . .and if you think she's cute now, you should see her giving loves to my girls. It makes my heart melt.

People


I always thought it would be great to have people. You know, people who work for you and make your life easier. People who follow you around and tell you just what you want to hear. I used to joke that my kids were my people. I knew at the time that I was really theirs, but it was funny. It made me feel important-ish. Well now I have people and it really is not all that I thought it would be. The hub and I have 8 different advisers who are helping us with this move. We have a door-to-door person, a tax person, a house person (actually 2 of those here and there), a group of doctors, and some more who file passports and visa documents. I have a stuff person who is in charge of all of my household goods. I actually have 3 of those the one in charge of the survey, the one in charge of the storage and the one in charge of the container that we are shipping. Are you confused? I am. Every day I open my email to about 20 emails from the people who work for the people. I spend hours on the phone trying to give the right info to the right people. I haven't even mentioned the school people or the pet carrier people. Basically, I have decided I am done with people. I just want 1 person to do this whole move across the world for me. Any takers?

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Down Under

It has been a crazy roller coaster of a week and just so you know I am not a big fan of roller coasters. The Hub got a dream job. He will help the company he works for develop a huge natural gas field and pipeline. It is a great opportunity. The only catch, the job is in Brisbane, Australia. So we are moving yet again. This time to the land down under. I am very excited for this new adventure. This is an expat assignment for 2-3 years and then back to Texas. We have been doing tons of research and are anxious to find the right schools, neighborhoods, and church. The school year in Australia begins in January and runs pretty much all year, with breaks every 8-12 weeks. Our hope is to get there before school starts. We are all sad to leave so many dear friends, but feel grateful for technology that will make it easier to stay in touch. A few years ago my grandfather said to me, "You move so much, we should've bought you a motor home for your wedding."...that was 3 moves ago. I guess he was right.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Shoes



The hub volunteered to take the oldest shoe shopping last Friday. He is braver than I and surprisingly patient when faced with a preteen melt down. Off they went in search of shoes that were comfortable and cute. I have been searching for those shoes for years now, but they seemed confident they could find them in the hour before dinner. While on the shopping adventure, the hub sent me this text, with a note that said, "Do you know that your daughter loves to put on high heels and run around the store in them?" I laughed because this is actually a little game that CB and I have played since she was little. We always try on the craziest shoes and then try to run up and down the aisles in them usually talking in silly voices. If you have never done this grab your daughter and go and if you have no daughter call me because it is totally silly, but really fun.


ps:She almost talked her dad into these, she is awfully hard to resist, but at the last minute his sanity returned and they came home with some much more practical all WHITE tennis shoes ;)

Monday, October 11, 2010

Grammar Lesson

Today, I had to teach another grammar lesson. Grammar is not an easy subject for me to teach and while I can logically understand that it is important to understand the fundamentals of the English language, I am just not sure that it really matters if my students can name all 7 subordinate conjunctions. So I really geared up today and over prepared with all kinds of "fun" activities and attention getting techniques. I even played the oh so familiar Conjunction Junction video from school house rock. You remember the one at the train depot, with the really catchy, albeit slightly annoying song. "Conjunction junction, what's your function?"



I must admit, I was pretty excited and thought for sure my students would love it. I played the clip and waited for the reaction. But they just sat there, I think somewhat confused, definitely not entertained, and clearly not appreciating the iconic school house rock. I even had to explain what it was and tell them that there used to be a programing requirement that Saturday morning cartoons be somewhat educational. School House rock was developed to meet that federal requirement. Again blank stares. I resisted the urge to play Bill on Capitol Hill or Lolly, Lolly, Lolly Get your Adverbs Here. You remember those, all part of growing up in the 80's.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Genetics


Do you ever look at your kids and wonder where they came from? I mean we all know where they came from and how they got here. I just mean do you ever look at your kids in wonder and think they are so much more amazing, terrific, intelligent, athletic, artistic, graceful, etc than me? I had one of these moments on Sunday. I was sitting on the back patio, enjoying the great weather, watching the girls play. I sat is awe as CB maneuvered her ripstick in and out of the small obstacle course she had set up. Skateboarding is something I have never been able to do. There are so many things about her that are clearly not from genetics. Honestly, her ability to learn things never ceases to amaze me. She just made the Science Olympiad team at her school, no small feat as a 6th grader. This summer she wake boarded on her first try. She plays the piano and now the cello almost instinctively. She is a whiz at math, loves to draw and has had several of her art pieces displayed. I marvel that such an amazing person could come from my genes; I am really flawed.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

My Little Monster


Can you believe it is October? Cam came home from school today and announced that October is half over and that we better get out our Halloween decorations before it is too late. So into the attic I climbed for the giant orange plastic jack-o-lantern, inflatable purple spider, and spooky tin mansion. I got out the "costume box" and yet again told the girls that this year all costumes had to come from this box. They played along like they always do. "Yes, mommy we will not beg you for costumes 2 days before Halloween. No mommy we will not change our minds and cry huge crocodiles tears until you take us to the store for the perfect costume." We all know the truth. I will be frantically combing the much picked over aisles on the 30th., but I can pretend right. I felt the fun of Halloween escaping as I thought of all of the costume drama. I do have 3 girls remember. And then I remembered this little cutie, a birthday present from a dear friend who loves all things Halloween. I filled him with candy corn and set him on the entry table. A great little reminder that Halloween IS supposed to be fun and that even little monsters can be cute.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Parable of the Pressure Washer



Labor Day weekend the hub decided that we needed to seal the flagstone around the pool. We had several soccer games scheduled and not a lot of time to do much else, so it seemed like a great idea. After a few trips to Home Depot, he set out to get it done. Then he discovered the dirt and grime on the rock and decided he better pressure wash first. No sooner does he finish pressure washing then the Texas skies open up and it starts pouring. Needless to say, the flagstone sealing was delayed. The pressure washer abondoned and left in the middle of the patio. Days pass and the pressure washer stays in the middle of the patio. Weeks pass. The flagstone has now been sealed and the pressure washer, along with all of the sealing supplies is still in the middle of the patio. Almost a month has gone by and still the pressure washer is sitting out. Now I know what you are thinking. . .if it bothered you that much why didn't you just put it away? I guess the simplest answer is that I am beyond tired of cleaning up after everyone else's projects, meals, parties, school work, work work, shaving messes, shampoo fights, clothing dilemnas, the list goes on. I am done.


After a few weeks of taking a stance that no one seemed to notice, (Expect maybe the pool guy because the stupid thing was in his way) I decided to ask the hub to put it away. He appeared to hear me and yet the washer stayed and stayed. I am suddenly reminded of an old episode of Everybody loves Raymond where a suitcase sits on the stairs and bugs the wife, but appears invisible to Ray. At the end of the episode she has finally reached her breaking point and puts it away. This weekend I had gotten to that point. I had decided to get over myself and just put the stupid thing away, and then Saturday morning. . .the hub smiles and me and says, "Well since it's your birthday." and just like that puts the pressure washer away in the shed.


SO what is the lesson? I know I should have just sucked it up and put it away. I know I was being selfish and petty. But I guess the take away that I really want to believe. is that maybe if I wait long enough, eventually someone else will put the stuff away. (oh come on, I can dream, can't I?)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

It's My Birthday


Today is my birthday. So I decided to post a list of things you may not know about me:
  • I am the youngest, I only have one sister
  • I was born in Indiana while my dad was in graduate school. I had a baby in the same hospital I was born in almost 30 years later.
  • I grew up in Northern California, East of San Fransisco in a town called Lafayette.
  • When I was in elementary school I loved crazy socks, school, stationary stores, stickers, music, and Shawn Cassidy. (Minus Shawn Cassidy, I still love most of those things especially music and office supplies.)
  • In high school I was in mock trial and spent most of my childhood wanting to be a lawyer. It was the age of LA law and many of my friend's successful parents were lawyers.
  • Met the hub when I was a junior in high school and literally fell in love at first sight. He was not so smitten with me, however, he had a girlfriend for several years.
  • I went to BYU and for the most part loved college.
  • I have 3 daughters, none of them really look like me, but they have my hair and my big feet.
  • I love all homemade cookies, shopping at target, looking through the Restoration Hardware catalog, reading, and texting (not while driving).
  • I started teaching again this year. I love it.
  • I love music and have a minor addiction to itunes.
  • I know way too much about what to do in a medical crisis and how to plan a funeral.
  • I am shorter than you think I am. It's the hair, the loud personality, and the wedge flip flops.
  • I am lucky to have great friends in several states and all of you in one way or another have helped to make today a great day.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I hate Greek yogurt

It seems like Greek yogurt is everywhere these days and it is always presented as this great, super healthy, completely delicious treat that we should all be eating. So I decided I would try it. . . I hated it from the very first bite. I honestly thought I was eating super thick sour cream. When I shared my dislike, I was assured by my health conscience friends, that I just picked the wrong brand. "Eat Brown Cow," they said, "Or Aekos." Off to HEB I went determined to like Greek yogurt. I bought three different kinds, thinking that surely one would be good. WRONG!! All three tasted like NASTY!! So this is my new theory, it is all a lie. Like when one of your friends gets really skinny really fast and she says she just started drinking a bunch of water. Or when you see someone wearing really cute pointy toed shoes and she says they are totally comfortable. (You know who you are.) We don't lie on purpose, we lie to be healthy and pretty. It is just part of being a girl, but let's face it junk food always tastes better and high heals will never be like my favorite pair of flip flops.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

August Highlights & Lowlights

  • We started August on the plane with the stomach flu.
  • Spent some of it on the lake
  • Slept a lot
  • Swam
  • Celebrated the Hub's bday
  • Read some
  • Shopped for school clothes and supplies
  • Baked and ate lots of cookies
  • Swam
  • Olive, the puppy, turned 1 and now rings her bell to go out every time instead of piddling in the laundry room.
  • Played with friends
  • Swam
  • CB started middle school
  • Cam & J returned to Elementary
  • I started teaching beginning writing at Lonestar (community college)
  • And we ended August busy with school, homework, sports, work, life

Saturday, July 31, 2010

July

I spent most of July in Utah. The girls and I left the hub and the swampy Houston weather. It was great to be with family. We did something different everyday from minigolf to touring down town Salt Lake. We went to the copper mine, a star gazing party, and Boondocks. We hiked, fished, and biked. We even did a little house hunting for my dad. But honestly the best part of the trip was being somewhere that cools down at night. Growing up in California, I never thought I would think that Utah had good weather; too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter. Nothing like a few years in the Lonestar state to change that opinion.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Happy 7th


My baby is 7!!! I can't believe it either. We decided to have a last minute birthday party before we headed out of town. Last night the hub made the hot air balloon cake (based on a power point presentation that the birthday girl made). Pretty awesome cake, all of the Cake Boss watching, is paying off. Today we opened presents. They were a silly blend of legos, barbies, and art stuff, just like the birthday girl. Tomorrow a bunch of friends are coming for a Marvelous M&M party. It is on Monday, we are playing marshmallow games, monogramming tote bags, and eating mint brownies. Should be fun. And then we get on a plane and head to Utah. Happy Birthday, Little One, I can't believe you are 7.




(Here is the cake, it is round cakes stacked and then shaped. And I love this sweet pic of the birthday girl making a wish.)

Eldon J Bodily


After a week in the hospital, my 89 year old grandpa, passed away this week. He and my grandmother have been married 70 years. Can you imagine? When I think of Grandpa, I think of a tall, tan, smiling, deep voice, and silly songs. He loved to tell stories. He taught me how to fish. He tried to teach me to be patient. We would fish off the boat in the same spot for hours. Just waiting for those trout to nibble the marshmallow cheese or salmon eggs. Waiting and waiting and waiting. 30 plus years later, I still haven't learned it.

It is with great sadness that I will head to Utah for a funeral on Tuesday. The death notice appeared in the Examiner today.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Monsters

For Father's Day the girls gave the Hub the book, What's New, Cupcake? They love to bake and decorate cookies and cakes with their dad. So over the rainy 4th of July weekend we cleaned the attic, went to a movie, ate out a few times, and watched all the recorded shows on the DVR. But the highlight of the weekend was making monsters. Aren't they so cute?

Monday, July 5, 2010

To the Lake





So how do you get over a tough spring? You buy a boat of course and head to the lake. The hub's plan is to head to water every Saturday in the summer. My plan to always take a Ryan with me. Literally, my hope is to have another family with us so that someone else can drive the boat, help get the thing in and out of the water. So far the plans are working. But be proud of me. I drove the beast last weekend and flipped the Hub and CB off the tube.

We even take Olive. We bought her a cool orange life jacket. We tried it out in the pool. It has a strap that holds her head up and she just doggie-paddles along. We stopped to swim last week and she got out and splashed around. I am sure she loved it. ; )

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Swim Team



May and June around here means swim team. The three lovelies all swim on the team. They practice at 3 different times 4 days a week and then swim in meets almost every Saturday. Yes, that is 6 trips up and back to the pool which luckily is a half mile from our house. It is a huge time commitment and a lot of fun (or so I keep trying to convince myself). We have had two meets this season. Our goal for the girls is just to swim faster each time they race. I am proud to report that last Saturday they did just that!!!

For those of you who do not live in the great state of Texas, it RAINED buckets and buckets and stopped and then rained buckets and buckets again last Saturday and the meet continued. We all huddled in our EZTent city(thank you Sarah for lending me yours) and tried to endure the mud and the wet. It was tough to stay positive and focused. There is a lot of skill in swimming some of the strokes "clean." For example, when you swim breast stroke your fingers have to stay together and your hands cannot come below your waist. You also need to turn your toes out. I had no idea. There is a lot to remember, oh and do it all as fast as you can while you hold your breath. Don't tell my kids, but there is no way I could do it. Some times CB's warm ups are 200s (8 laps) just to warm up. : )



Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mother's Day

A book I was reading recently said, "If you want to get to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully." If you asked, I would first say that my mom had the bluest eyes. My sister got those and as a child I was so jealous and would have gladly traded my dog-pooh brown, as I called them for hers. My mother also loved to have fun. She worked hard to make simple things special, but the most important thing I would tell you about my mother is that she loved me. I have come to realize that loving me and believing me was the very best thing she could have ever done for me. Sure I wish that she had taught me how to make her famous pies and breads. Sometimes I am mad that she did not teach me more about parenting and being a wife or surviving loss, but ultimately she loved me and really isn't that what being a good mother is all about.

Honestly, I really hate Mother's Day. I feel some of you rolling your eyes, but this is my blog so if it bugs you don't read it: ). It is a holiday that I really don't understand. As a child I remember feeing this weird disconnect about it. Shouldn't we treat our mother's well all of the time and if mom's love their kids so much, why do they want the day off? As an adult I have struggled with what exactly I am supposed to do on mother's day. It seems like I should want to be surrounded by my children and bask in the glory of my life's work, but honestly, I would love to just hide in my room. And then there is the added stress of having my own mother gone. Plus it is Sunday and inevitably a time for guilt and reflection of missed chances and falling short of the mark. I wont't even mention the hub's total lack of enthusiasm about any holiday.

So this year I tried hard to quiet the negative and just BE with my children and it was better. My goal for next year is to plan a fun day with my daughters after all, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be Mother and honestly, aren't they amazing...

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Warning: this one is sad


Ox died on Tuesday. If you know me, you know that I am married to a dog person. the Hub loves dogs. When we got married he told me that he had always wanted an English bulldog and so 8 years ago we bought one. Oxford, was the cutest, silliest puppy. When we went to buy him he was running around the breeder's hotel room with a trash can turned upside down on his head. He had 6 brothers and one sister and he was definitely the life of the party. It was love at first sight for the Hub. Ox became an instant member of the family.

J and Cam cannot remember a time without him. We are all so sad. The house seems empty today. I am just so used to him laying in the same room with me snoring away. When the girls are at school he is my constant companion. I felt some measure of safety with him here because he was big and scary looking. The truth was he was more likely to lick you and lay on your feet than bite or bark. He was such a good dog. Low key and obedient. Always there for a love or a listening ear. It may sound odd, but I feel a strange debt of gratitude to Ox because he loved my children and hub so much and in a more unconditional way than I have ever been able to. We will miss him.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Fingerprints

(My blog coach assures me that this little story will be a good post. You be the judge.)

As some of you know, I have decided to apply to substitute teach next year. In case you have not heard completing the application process requires many, many steps and in the words of my neighbor, a PhD in paperwork. So I have been to the training, filled out all of the paper work, gotten all of the references, and jumped through all of the required hoops except one: fingerprinting. The state of Texas has decided that every employee working in a public school be fingerprinted. (I was actually a little shocked that this is a new law. This seems like kind of a no-brainer to me).

Anyway, so I go to get fingerprinted at some random sub contractor required by the district. I get there and all is going so well. I can almost see the light at the end of this process. My name is called. I smile for the picture, give them my forms, and put my fingers down on the scanner. And then the fingerprinter gasps, "um do you work with acid on a daily basis, " she asks. I smile, thinking she is joking. She looks at me now with a totally serious face. "I am sorry, you have no fingerprints."

How is this possible? After the initial shock the printer explains that you can literally wear your prints off of your fingers. She tells me that cleaning without gloves my be the problem or working with acetone or using foot scrubs or ex-foliating creams. She asked me repeatedly if I had burned my fingers or worked constantly with acid. I know she thinks I am lying when I deny heavy acid usage. So for the first time in my life I get a 30%, only 3 of my fingers have viable prints.

The fingerprinter tried over and over again rolling my fingers back and forth across the scanner. When all 10 were done the computer classified my prints as "amputee." Crazy!!! I knew I was thin skinned, but this is ridiculous. I guess there is an upside, if the whole subbing thing doesn't work out I can always work as a thief. No prints, as long as I don't use my thumbs, I am untraceable.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Happy Birthday, Dad !!!


Today is my dad's birthday. He doesn't read my blog, but obviously today he is on my mind. My dad is awesome. For almost as long as I can remember he has had two full time jobs, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He works for the Federal Government in Anti-trust. He is an Economist. I know, no wonder I am so smart, good genes. (kidding) But his real love is teaching. So 30 years ago he made this deal with my mom that if he could make enough money teaching to pay for the second car that he would need to make the second job work for the family, he could teach and so he applied. He has become one of the favorites at the private liberal arts college he teaches at. I am always amazed when I am with him in California how many times we see his former students. They always stop and talk to him and he always knows their names. They almost always turn to me and say, "Your dad's class was so hard, but I learned so much." He is one of those lucky people who has found a way to love his work.

My dad is the kind of person who knows a lot about a lot. My sister and I used to always tell him to go on Jeopardy. I think we secretly hoped that we would go on and win big. When we were younger we discussed vocabulary words at dinner and even had quizzes. Needless to say, my sister and I scored pretty high on the verbal part of the SAT. Thanks, dad. I could go on and on, don't worry I won't. The bottom line is my dad is pretty amazing and if you asked him he would say, "not that amazing just doing my job, taking care of my family."

April Catch Up Girls


Saturdays in April means soccer games. Cam and J played on the same team in the neighborhood league. Our cul de sac opens on to the fields. It is fun to see a bunch of our friends and neighbors heading to and from games on Saturday mornings. I felt like a should open a donut stand (and charge a quarter to use the bathroom). Honestly, though I love it. It makes me feel like we live in a small town instead of just outside one of the biggest cities in the US.

C spent April teaching her puppy tricks. Olive can lay down, jump through a hula hoop, beg, dance, sit, oh and love her three little girls all on command. There is just something about having a dog to love and love you back. If you are rolling your eyes you must be a cat person. How are we friends? (Geez, I am kidding.)

April Catch Up Taxes

Why are you posting a picture of your shredder dumped out on your bedroom floor? Well just for fun the Hub decided to shred some tax documents on April 14th BEFORE we filed our taxes. So we literally pieced them together. Consider this a public service announcement: diamond cut shredders really protect your privacy. However, if you put your document in the shredder sideways you can almost piece it back together. . .almost and in taxes almost is good enough, right?

Friday, April 16, 2010

More to come. . .

So apparently my blog actually has readers. This is a shout out to those of you diligently check my blog only to find pics from January. Forgive me. I have every intention of blogging and then I look to my left and there is my dirty dark hard wood floors and I think to myself. I should not blog I should clean and then cleaning leads to more cleaning and well you have all been there. Or I sit down to blog and my computer is having some kind of connectivity issue. Lately it can see the network, but does not want to get on the network. Why? Who knows? This means I cannot get to pics or the Internet or whatever. Today I sat down to blog, actually to finish and publish a post I am working on only to hear a scream from upstairs and have Cam running down the stairs with blood streaming from her mouth. Her sister yelling, "it was an accident." Anyway, the point, there is more to come, but in the meantime the life that I am supposedly blogging about keeps getting in the way.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

April at the Beach


One of the advantages of living in Texas is that spring comes early, so while many of our friends and family were still looking at snow we decided to head to the beach. It was a great 3 day weekend (Good Friday is a holiday in Texas). The hub had the day off so we loaded up and headed to the beach. This time we decided to take our blow up rafts and let the girls paddle around in the waves. They had a blast. If you look in the background of this pic you can see CB riding the waves wishing that her Coleman raft was a sea kayak. As for me, I sat with my toes in the sand, book in my lap, diet coke in my hand and listened to my children laugh and play. Peace.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ready for School


Now that I have more than one follower I feel a certain amount of responsibility to entertain and make you smile, think, laugh, cry, whatever. (thanks Dr.J) My blog reminds me of Seinfeld. I remember that is was billed as being the show about nothing. I read some blogs that are self help, DIY guides, craft project resources, recipes, considering I am an expert at nothing my blog has just become these spotty posts about nothing. So with that in mind. . .
This morning I was getting the 3 ready for school. We were on track this morning and had about 5 minutes before we needed to leave. So I did my final plea, "Get your backpacks and jackets we need to head out soon." J walks in to the bathroom and says, "OK, mom, I'm ready." I am still finishing hair and teeth and getting myself ready as well. When I see this over my shoulder. Made me laugh. Made me love that blank-ity-blank puppy (who pooped in cage while I was gone today).

Monday, February 22, 2010

Olive


So for the 2 blog followers that I have, I think you already know that I gave my girls and the hub a puppy for Christmas. My good friend graciously offered/was coerced into keeping the puppy and delivering her on Christmas morning. She even stuck her in a box and tied it up with a candy cane bow. Anyway, said puppy was a HUGE hit. I don't think that her feet hit the floor for the first 2 weeks we had her between the girls, the hub and my dad. She was held and babied and loved nonstop. AND then the girls went back to school and the little she-devil emerged. Olive has learned to do business outside--awesome and inside and in her cage and in the laundry room and in the kitchen and on the outside rug. She had learned to steal socks. Rip paper and terrorize Ox. BUT last night it was all worth it. Walking down stairs after tucking in the angels. I heard these sweet words, "Thanks mom for getting us Olive. We really love her and she makes me happy." My heart melted. I had a good mom moment and then the she-devil aka Olive started crying at 4am. Let's just say it was not pretty and today she cried all day. ugh!!! The things we do for our kids.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

SHE's 8 !!!!






So hard to believe that J is 8. The Hub was in grad school at Purdue when we had her. She was actually born in the same hospital that I was. My dad went to grad school at Purdue, too. I remember I had this list of things that I wanted to get finished before she came. Silly things like clean out a closet and iron some shirts for A to wear to interviews. I stayed up late on the 9th trying to get it all done. I fell asleep only to wake up to the unmistakable pain. I was so annoyed. My list was not done. So much to do before I had 2 kids. But J did not care. She came when she was ready, not when I wanted her to. I have spent the last 8 years trying to learn this lesson over and over again. Her time is not my time. Her path is not my path. Her way is not my way. But slowly I am beginning to understand that her time works. Her path gets her there and her way is just fine. She is an amazingly kind hearted, smart, funny, and extremely self sufficient little girl. So here's to J, then and now. Happy Birthday!!!



Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pressure


So let's be honest, I am not a blogger. Sarah is a blogger. Sarah's blog is beautiful. I tell her all of the time that I wish I could blog like her and take pictures like her and sew like her and craft like her. You get the idea. And then she linked her beautiful BLOG to my so sad blog and now the pressure is on. So here goes attempt number 285 to be a blogger. (Really this is only attempt number 22 cuz that's how many postings I have in total).

Last week was an unusually blue week for me. I was really missing my mom and faced with the reality of another one of my daughters getting older and for some reason the milestones are hard. Anyway, enter my dear friend T to the rescue with a project. Really a crazy project and for me the best kind because it had a quick deadline. You see T is the kind of mother and mother in law who sends her children care packages full of homemade cookies and love. Let's just say, this is not my reality. Anyway, T wanted to include in her boxes Happy Valentine's Day banners. Sounds simple right!!!

Do you know how many letters are in Happy Valentine's Day? So we picked out the fabric and started sewing. Well, I started sewing and T started cutting and cutting and sewing and cutting and sewing and before we knew it--8 banners were finished. 2 mailed in packages on Friday, those lucky kids. 2 for us. 3 for friends--lucky YOU and 1 for later. Honestly, there was something very healing in the making and finishing of the banners or maybe it was the friendship.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Ugly Pancakes

The kids were sick all week so I was really looking forward to the weekend. In retrospect I am not sure why because really it was more of the same, kids around, cleaning, cooking, fighting, I mean sisterly communication. Good times really. We actually had some beautiful weather and it was nice to get out and so some yard work. Well the yard work was not so fun, but getting our was great. The Hub spent most of the day fishing and working on the community soccer fields and the kids and I cleaned and watched a lot of HGTV. Sunday was also pretty low key. We have started a tradition of having breakfast food for dinner on Sunday. So this Sunday I decided to whip up some Pioneer Woman Sour Cream Pancakes. You can check out her blog here. My good friend is a long time stalker of this blog and gave me the cookbook for Christmas. I have made a few meals from it and it is all FABULOUS. In the effort to tastiness ratio the food is well worth the effort. The only problem is that the batter is so think that I had a hard time flipping the pancakes, so they were really ugly. But paired with some fresh strawberries and sausage they were a great end to a lazy weekend.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Happy Birthday


I can't believe she is 11!!! She stayed home sick today and spent most of the day watching the Brady Bunch. I sat in my room and listened to her laugh. Adam came home and made her cake. (He always makes the cakes). This year we have been watching a lot of Cake Boss. CB decided she wanted chocolate ganache and fresh strawberries. And you wonder why the hub makes the cakes. . .and of course she would like that cake made into a piano. No problem!!! Aren't they cute!!!

Monday, January 18, 2010

End of January

Yes, I did take lots of pics of Christmas. I even got 2 new lenses, but why blog in chronological order? So as I read back over my 18 posts it seems that I am always shocked that time passes quickly and that I don't stop and record it. I know that I can make time to do it, I think I struggle with what to blog about and who to blog for. Really, there are only a few out there that even looks at it. My family doesn't even read it. But if I wrote it for me I think that it would be really depressing. Not that my life is sad, but when I sit down to write it is the sad that comes first. Like today my friend's father died and that is sad. I am sad for her because losing someone you love is never easy and I am sad for me because loss brings back loss. It makes me think of my mom and miss her. Tomorrow is the birthday of my friend's little baby girl who died. That is heart breaking. For some reason it makes me feel guilty that my own daughter's birthday is on Thursday. She will be 11 and honestly that makes me a little sad because I already feel like I am watching her need me less every day which is a good thing and part of the plan. But still a little sad. See what did I tell you the sad comes first.

Today was a fun day with my kids. There was no school today and we played with friends and played outside with the new puppy. It was successful day for me because here I sit at the end of my day having fed my family, cleaned my house, and played with my kids. Who knows tomorrow I may even post some pics, but seriously don't hold your breath. It maybe March before I post again.