The Best Buy that Mitch works for did this and sent it out to all the other Best Buy Stores. This guy is really singing. All I could say was WOW!! Have a listen.
Merry Christmas!!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Best Buy 490
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Gracefully...
Wow, it has been quite a while since my last post. All is well in the Page house at the current time. I will settle for that. With 7 family members you never know who will have the next crisis or illness so a good day is an accomplishment. We do have to go get Taylor's bracket reattached at 3:30, hmmm, wonder how that happened, Jolly Rancher anyone? If that is the worst thing today, we'll take it!
Well my new obsession is Myspace and Facebook. This is probably a predictor of the down fall or the process of becoming uncool for these web sites. When a 37 year old suburban house wife catches on to something, its probably on its way out or at least its shelf life with the younger crowd is diminishing. ( I can't believe I just typed "younger crowd", I am getting old) . Anyway, I love these outlets. I am reconnecting with old friends and can see what family members are up to. I browse alot, looking for more people to reconnected with. Its always fun to see a person's page show up that you never expected to have a page and its a really cool page at that!!
One thing my Myspace and Facebook pages have made me realize is that I am getting old. I understand 37 is not really old, but it sure as heck is not 17. Some of these people I have not seen since high school. I mean I still look like me right? So why don't they look like them? I got up in the attic the other day and brought down my yearbooks. Now when I get a message from a friend from high school I can figure out who they were if I don't remember the name.
Most people look really good, and once I match their high school face to their current face I can totally see it and I have the "Oh Yea, I remember you" moment. I wonder how long it takes them to figure out who I was/am.
Tori walked up to me while my year book was open. After starring at the page for a good while, she asked, "Which one are you?". She did not even recognize her own mother. I said "Oh Tori, I love you but go away", then Tori screeched with excitement, "There you are, no way, Oh my gosh, you had a mullet!" I corrected her "No I did not, boys had mullets, I, had a BI-LEVEL. It was VERY in at the time." I recently pulled out Mitch's picture where he had the Flock of Seagulls hair cut. I thought she was going to pee her pants laughing.
Oh well. I guess we all loose our high school face, and I can only do the best I can with my current face. At church the other day I said to my friend Brenda in the bathroom, "look, I have neck wrinkles". Then I proceeded to show her what I wished I could pull up, pull back, or reput here and there. She so wisely said, "No Kristy, we are just going to age gracefully." Fine, what ever.
Yes I guess I will try to just age gracefully. Actually, I ought to look that up in the dictionary first to see what that really would mean or if there are any variations of 'gracefully' that could work.
Well my new obsession is Myspace and Facebook. This is probably a predictor of the down fall or the process of becoming uncool for these web sites. When a 37 year old suburban house wife catches on to something, its probably on its way out or at least its shelf life with the younger crowd is diminishing. ( I can't believe I just typed "younger crowd", I am getting old) . Anyway, I love these outlets. I am reconnecting with old friends and can see what family members are up to. I browse alot, looking for more people to reconnected with. Its always fun to see a person's page show up that you never expected to have a page and its a really cool page at that!!
One thing my Myspace and Facebook pages have made me realize is that I am getting old. I understand 37 is not really old, but it sure as heck is not 17. Some of these people I have not seen since high school. I mean I still look like me right? So why don't they look like them? I got up in the attic the other day and brought down my yearbooks. Now when I get a message from a friend from high school I can figure out who they were if I don't remember the name.
Most people look really good, and once I match their high school face to their current face I can totally see it and I have the "Oh Yea, I remember you" moment. I wonder how long it takes them to figure out who I was/am.
Tori walked up to me while my year book was open. After starring at the page for a good while, she asked, "Which one are you?". She did not even recognize her own mother. I said "Oh Tori, I love you but go away", then Tori screeched with excitement, "There you are, no way, Oh my gosh, you had a mullet!" I corrected her "No I did not, boys had mullets, I, had a BI-LEVEL. It was VERY in at the time." I recently pulled out Mitch's picture where he had the Flock of Seagulls hair cut. I thought she was going to pee her pants laughing.
Oh well. I guess we all loose our high school face, and I can only do the best I can with my current face. At church the other day I said to my friend Brenda in the bathroom, "look, I have neck wrinkles". Then I proceeded to show her what I wished I could pull up, pull back, or reput here and there. She so wisely said, "No Kristy, we are just going to age gracefully." Fine, what ever.
Yes I guess I will try to just age gracefully. Actually, I ought to look that up in the dictionary first to see what that really would mean or if there are any variations of 'gracefully' that could work.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
"Normal"
It has been a while since my last blog. All is well in the Page house. Even on days when it may not be "well" it is at least "normal" for the Page house. These are a few things that have happened in our lives.
1)We went camping for Labor day and came home proud owners of a new puppy. We named her Cara. I thought if I can take care of 5 kids I can do a puppy. Potty training a puppy is so much different than a child. When one of my kids was not doing well at potty training, I would just put the diaper back on and give myself a break. Well if you ever come over and Cara is sporting a diaper, don't be shocked because I am just about at that point.
2)I took Taylor in for what we thought was just a filling at the Dentist and it turned into an emergency root canal the next day. That was not fun for Taylor or my bank account. That was a horrible Mom moment. When we first arrived at the Dentist, I asked the receptionist if I needed to stay or could run an errand. She said "oh, he's almost 16, its no problem we will take good care of him, don't worry". So I did my errand and returned. When I returned and walked in, it was like the twilight zone. The Dentist was waiting in the waiting room for me. I'm sure my face said "oh crap" and then he said "come with me Mrs. Page". I walked in to the actual procedure area and there was Taylor, looking like a deer in the headlights. His face was saying "what the heck just happened to me and where were you?" Plus, he was drooling, he was so numb and could hardly talk, and had blood, BLOOD I say, all over his pants. People are not supposed to get bloody at the Dentist. Oh, felt like the worst mother EVER!!! Well the bottom line is his cavity was bigger than they thought. The Dentist had to drill so much of the tooth away that the tooth broke and the root was exposed and a few other things that I can't remember, because at that point everything the Dentist was saying was just spinning in my head. All I could think was I was not there for Taylor while all this happened. We went to the specialist the next day for the root canal (which went fine, the doctor even called Taylor personally that night to make sure he was doing alright) and now he is getting a crown next week. Worst Mother Ever!!!
3)My sister in law, Libbi, had her baby. Her name is Hazel Addison Ritz. She is beautiful. Dorey loves her little sister. They are all doing well for being sleep deprived. Hazel is in the up all night, sleep all day phase. I remember those no sleep days. Oh, how I love the smell of a baby' neck sound asleep on your shoulder. I am so glad Mitch and I took care of that possibility, because after holding Hazel I was ready for another one. Then I went home and tried to love on my baby Timmy, but he smelled like Doritos and he told me I was blocking the his game, "Move before my guy gets killed". I will love on him later, and on the bright side, I will sleep tonight.
That's all for now. I will write again soon. Maybe tonight.
1)We went camping for Labor day and came home proud owners of a new puppy. We named her Cara. I thought if I can take care of 5 kids I can do a puppy. Potty training a puppy is so much different than a child. When one of my kids was not doing well at potty training, I would just put the diaper back on and give myself a break. Well if you ever come over and Cara is sporting a diaper, don't be shocked because I am just about at that point.
2)I took Taylor in for what we thought was just a filling at the Dentist and it turned into an emergency root canal the next day. That was not fun for Taylor or my bank account. That was a horrible Mom moment. When we first arrived at the Dentist, I asked the receptionist if I needed to stay or could run an errand. She said "oh, he's almost 16, its no problem we will take good care of him, don't worry". So I did my errand and returned. When I returned and walked in, it was like the twilight zone. The Dentist was waiting in the waiting room for me. I'm sure my face said "oh crap" and then he said "come with me Mrs. Page". I walked in to the actual procedure area and there was Taylor, looking like a deer in the headlights. His face was saying "what the heck just happened to me and where were you?" Plus, he was drooling, he was so numb and could hardly talk, and had blood, BLOOD I say, all over his pants. People are not supposed to get bloody at the Dentist. Oh, felt like the worst mother EVER!!! Well the bottom line is his cavity was bigger than they thought. The Dentist had to drill so much of the tooth away that the tooth broke and the root was exposed and a few other things that I can't remember, because at that point everything the Dentist was saying was just spinning in my head. All I could think was I was not there for Taylor while all this happened. We went to the specialist the next day for the root canal (which went fine, the doctor even called Taylor personally that night to make sure he was doing alright) and now he is getting a crown next week. Worst Mother Ever!!!
3)My sister in law, Libbi, had her baby. Her name is Hazel Addison Ritz. She is beautiful. Dorey loves her little sister. They are all doing well for being sleep deprived. Hazel is in the up all night, sleep all day phase. I remember those no sleep days. Oh, how I love the smell of a baby' neck sound asleep on your shoulder. I am so glad Mitch and I took care of that possibility, because after holding Hazel I was ready for another one. Then I went home and tried to love on my baby Timmy, but he smelled like Doritos and he told me I was blocking the his game, "Move before my guy gets killed". I will love on him later, and on the bright side, I will sleep tonight.
That's all for now. I will write again soon. Maybe tonight.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Nap Time
I was just talking to my Dad while running a few errands. He asked me how I was and what I was up to, that sort of thing. I call my parents alot while driving and also at night about 10pm. My mom said every time the phone rings about 10pm my Dad says "Krissy's up". Obviously I have been up all day, but about 10pm is when the kids are all in bed, the house is quiet and i can actually get things done. Phone calls ( I have a few friends that know it is safe to call each other this late), laundry folded, floors mopped. I can get more done in that 2 hours than if I tried to do it through the day. However then I usuallly spend about 2 hours after that with Mitch watching tv or movies. So I am tired in the morning. Over the summer if I wanted a nap I could easily fit one in. But not anymore. We are in busy mode. When the alarm went off this morning I laid there for a while plotting, figuring, thinking of how I could fit a nap in today because the promise of a nap was all that was going to get me out of bed. I allowed myself to be fooled by the illusuion of it fitting it somwhere and up I went. It is now 3:34pm. Reality has set in. No nap today. I am brewing a new pot of coffee and then I should be good again. At least for a few hours.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Mandatory Baths
Its been a while since my last blog. Some of you may have viewed one blog that no longer exists (I deleted it) . I vented and then decided I did not like it anymore so it's gone.
It has been crazy around here trying to get used to every one in school. Homework, taking and picking people up from activities, mandatory baths, all the things that the school year requires. I mean just baths alone add alot to my day. Obviously Taylor and Tori are on their own now. Tommy, Trinity, and Timmy are a different story. In the summer if we were at the pool that could count as a bath. In my opinion, if there are enough chemicals in that pool to keep the water sanitary after 100 people are in it each day my kids have to be clean. At least sanitized. Plus I actually kinda like that chlorine smell. If it was a "strong chemical day" at the pool then we would just rinse off in the showers at the pool. Running in the sprinkler for an hour or two also counts in the summer. The wet grass falls off as they dry. The slip-n- slide definitely counts cause they always put shampoo on it to make it more slippery. If you try this at home make sure it is the tear free kind.
But now, baths are back to having to be real baths and on a regular basis. With Timmy and Tommy, first we go through the 10 minutes of which toys that are not technically bath tub toys that they can each take in. No, you can't take in the walkie talkies. No, you can't take in the remote control robot. No, not the raft from the garage. No, not your new book. No, I mean yes, yes, you can take in the lego's, but just a few. Then the mandatory 5 towels are put down to catch the water and I change my clothes and we start. First we play a bit then we argue over who gets washed first or who went first last time. Finally it is all said and done and I have a mound of wet towels and two clean boys. I do have to say though that one of the best smells in the world is a clean little boy in jammies right after his bath.
Trinity is easy with the bath part. She just quietly soaks. Playing with her Barbies in the tub or empty shampoo bottles playing Store or pretending to cook. When she is ready she yells "Kristy I'm Ready" She washes her herself but I do her hair. Her hair, long beautiful curly blond hair. She dries and dresses her self in jammies then we start the 15 minute process of brushing out that beautiful blond curly hair. I try to be gentle but with every snap of her head I am saying "ooohh sorry, oops so sorry, oh! did that hurt? We have tried every detangler we can find. It doesn't help. We just get through it slowly.
I know it is one of my jobs as a parent to keep my children clean and tidy. And I do, but, there are so many more options in the summer. At least I think of them as options.
It has been crazy around here trying to get used to every one in school. Homework, taking and picking people up from activities, mandatory baths, all the things that the school year requires. I mean just baths alone add alot to my day. Obviously Taylor and Tori are on their own now. Tommy, Trinity, and Timmy are a different story. In the summer if we were at the pool that could count as a bath. In my opinion, if there are enough chemicals in that pool to keep the water sanitary after 100 people are in it each day my kids have to be clean. At least sanitized. Plus I actually kinda like that chlorine smell. If it was a "strong chemical day" at the pool then we would just rinse off in the showers at the pool. Running in the sprinkler for an hour or two also counts in the summer. The wet grass falls off as they dry. The slip-n- slide definitely counts cause they always put shampoo on it to make it more slippery. If you try this at home make sure it is the tear free kind.
But now, baths are back to having to be real baths and on a regular basis. With Timmy and Tommy, first we go through the 10 minutes of which toys that are not technically bath tub toys that they can each take in. No, you can't take in the walkie talkies. No, you can't take in the remote control robot. No, not the raft from the garage. No, not your new book. No, I mean yes, yes, you can take in the lego's, but just a few. Then the mandatory 5 towels are put down to catch the water and I change my clothes and we start. First we play a bit then we argue over who gets washed first or who went first last time. Finally it is all said and done and I have a mound of wet towels and two clean boys. I do have to say though that one of the best smells in the world is a clean little boy in jammies right after his bath.
Trinity is easy with the bath part. She just quietly soaks. Playing with her Barbies in the tub or empty shampoo bottles playing Store or pretending to cook. When she is ready she yells "Kristy I'm Ready" She washes her herself but I do her hair. Her hair, long beautiful curly blond hair. She dries and dresses her self in jammies then we start the 15 minute process of brushing out that beautiful blond curly hair. I try to be gentle but with every snap of her head I am saying "ooohh sorry, oops so sorry, oh! did that hurt? We have tried every detangler we can find. It doesn't help. We just get through it slowly.
I know it is one of my jobs as a parent to keep my children clean and tidy. And I do, but, there are so many more options in the summer. At least I think of them as options.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Resale
Uuugghhh!!! It's back to school time. I mean, yeah I am ready for my kids to go back, am just not looking forward to the expense of back to school. School lists now are 50 items long. The thing that bugs me is it's not just school supplies anymore, it's classroom supplies. All the educational necessities plus everything the teacher feels he or she can get us to contribute. Some teacher, some where, one day probably said at a meeting "just put it all on the student supply list, even if we get half that's a huge score." (If you're a teacher please don't leave me nasty comments, I'm just venting!)
Supplies are not even the worst part though. It's the back to school clothes. I mean first off, the stores are advertising all these great Fall clothes. Has no one figured out yet that it is 98 degrees with 100% humidity in the middle of August? I don't want corduroy pants with sweater vest and a long sleeve shirt. ( Like any of my kids would wear that anyway) Really, we need summer clothes until late October/November. I don't want to buy a bunch of new summer clothes when they have plenty and I don't want to buy Fall clothes and have them pass out on the play ground or walking from the bus stop from heat stroke, but,they MUST have new School Clothes for that first week or OH MY GOSH the horror!!!! Tommy and Trinity are not really that big of a problem. A couple new t-shirts and cool new book bag and they are feeling brand new! Taylor is "anti label" so he is not too expensive, but he has had a huge growth spurt and I really would win The Worst Mother Of The Year award if I made him wear his jeans from last year. Flood?!? Now, Tori is the challenge. She also has grown and not much fits. Tori is what I would call "not anti-label" she would be more like "label". Oh the challenge begins, because I do not have a Label budget.
There is one new piece of arsenal in this war fought between parent and teenager that has come on the scene in the past 10 years or so. The resale store. HALLELUJAH!!! Hallelujah!!!! When I was younger the only kind of resale store was Goodwill or Salvation Army. Back then Goodwill was nothing like Goodwill today. The Goodwill near my house even has a Boutique section of all name brand clothes. You know you are a seasoned resale shopper when you are standing in Goodwill on 1/2 price day and you actually say ( and out loud to boot) "Yea, that shirt is cute, but there is no way I would pay $1.49 for it". The best though is when you find what should be in the Boutique section, but it is in the Regular section, and its half price. Jackpot!! The next day when your friend is like " cute shirt" you actually say "Goodwill, 1/2 price" its like a badge of honor.
The nice resale stores are just that, Nice. (They usually won't buy the clothes I take in there because after my kids wear them they aren't nice enough anymore, LOL) People have caught on to the used clothes thing now. Its just like a used car. You can get just as nice a car for alot less money if you let someone else buy it first and drive it off the lot. Then 6 month to a year later you buy it after it's traded in and save so much money. The first guy looks silly. It is the same with clothes. Yesterday I went to a resale store and bought Tori 2 pair of Abecrombie jeans and 6 Abercrombie shirts for $51. That was great deal. Later I saw 2 of the shirts still in the Abercrombie store new.
I am very thankful though for the people who can afford all these expensive clothes new, because some one has to buy them new, or I could not buy them used. So chop! chop! Keep shopping people.
Supplies are not even the worst part though. It's the back to school clothes. I mean first off, the stores are advertising all these great Fall clothes. Has no one figured out yet that it is 98 degrees with 100% humidity in the middle of August? I don't want corduroy pants with sweater vest and a long sleeve shirt. ( Like any of my kids would wear that anyway) Really, we need summer clothes until late October/November. I don't want to buy a bunch of new summer clothes when they have plenty and I don't want to buy Fall clothes and have them pass out on the play ground or walking from the bus stop from heat stroke, but,they MUST have new School Clothes for that first week or OH MY GOSH the horror!!!! Tommy and Trinity are not really that big of a problem. A couple new t-shirts and cool new book bag and they are feeling brand new! Taylor is "anti label" so he is not too expensive, but he has had a huge growth spurt and I really would win The Worst Mother Of The Year award if I made him wear his jeans from last year. Flood?!? Now, Tori is the challenge. She also has grown and not much fits. Tori is what I would call "not anti-label" she would be more like "label". Oh the challenge begins, because I do not have a Label budget.
There is one new piece of arsenal in this war fought between parent and teenager that has come on the scene in the past 10 years or so. The resale store. HALLELUJAH!!! Hallelujah!!!! When I was younger the only kind of resale store was Goodwill or Salvation Army. Back then Goodwill was nothing like Goodwill today. The Goodwill near my house even has a Boutique section of all name brand clothes. You know you are a seasoned resale shopper when you are standing in Goodwill on 1/2 price day and you actually say ( and out loud to boot) "Yea, that shirt is cute, but there is no way I would pay $1.49 for it". The best though is when you find what should be in the Boutique section, but it is in the Regular section, and its half price. Jackpot!! The next day when your friend is like " cute shirt" you actually say "Goodwill, 1/2 price" its like a badge of honor.
The nice resale stores are just that, Nice. (They usually won't buy the clothes I take in there because after my kids wear them they aren't nice enough anymore, LOL) People have caught on to the used clothes thing now. Its just like a used car. You can get just as nice a car for alot less money if you let someone else buy it first and drive it off the lot. Then 6 month to a year later you buy it after it's traded in and save so much money. The first guy looks silly. It is the same with clothes. Yesterday I went to a resale store and bought Tori 2 pair of Abecrombie jeans and 6 Abercrombie shirts for $51. That was great deal. Later I saw 2 of the shirts still in the Abercrombie store new.
I am very thankful though for the people who can afford all these expensive clothes new, because some one has to buy them new, or I could not buy them used. So chop! chop! Keep shopping people.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Okay people I think it is about time I let you all know the truth. I dumped my husband and ran off with Peyton Manning. I have tried to hide this from you all but Peyton would not leave me alone so I finally gave in and said I would marry him. He said I could pick any ring I wanted and this is what I picked. The best ring in the world!! He gave up a bit of a fight but in the end I won. LOL!!!
My father in law works for the company that makes the Super Bowl Rings. This picture does not even show a 1/10 of it's beauty. I can now say I have worn a Super Bowl Ring, not many people can say that!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Bugs Cure Denial
I am a hopeless romantic. I love imagery and atmosphere. Like in my other post where I referenced the image of the Kool Aid house. I love coffee commercials where there is always a woman standing, looking out a window, hands wrapped around the mug, snuggling her cup of coffee, inhaling the steam. That is how I wish I could drink my coffee. Like I said, wish, I usually end up with a burned lip from the first sip, then a cold cup when I get back to it after I am done getting toothpaste out of hair, or wiping butts or getting the kids dressed. I guess if I really wanted to I could get up earlier and have my peaceful morning, but I like the idea of sleep better. In the winter I have a fire going almost all day. I love the coziness it adds to the room. Especially after school. Fire going, kids doing homework, me working on dinner, it just all seems right.
When we moved in to this house two years ago the first thing that made me want to buy this house was the back yard. The back yard had a tree right smack in the middle. A big tree. In my head I immediately started picturing the kids climbing that tree. The future tree house with secret club passwords. The leaves from it that would be raked up in the Fall and then jumped into with laughter. I really loved this tree.
Well last year my beloved tree got buds, bloomed, was beautiful full and green, leaves turned yellow, leaves fell off, and then the tree went into winter mode all in one month. I was like "excuse me Tree ( that's his name), what are you doing? Please fix your self, now". However when the Tree Doctor came out there was no hope. Tree did not go into winter mode Tree went to tree heaven. I was so SAD!!! I could not believe it. "What? Why? How? Are you sure there is nothing left to do? No experimental treatment or new drug therapy?" "You have to save him Doctor!!!" I was in denial. I just could not accept that my Tree was gone. Tree stood tall (but still dead) all Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring and again Summer.
Well, the bark is falling off Tree now and it looks a little sad. No one plays on Tree anymore. The other day my 15 year old son came shrieking into the house. I mean screaming like a girl! As he was mowing around Tree the biggest nastiest bug he said he has ever seen attacked him. He would not mow near Tree. He did not care if I grounded him or what ever. He would not mow around Tree. Well I went out to look for my self and "Holy ****" is what came out of my mouth. They were everywhere. I still do not know what they were. But Taylor was right. They were GROSS!!! In one second I can truly say my denial was over. A tree cutting party was scheduled immediately.
Tree is now gone. Just a stump is left to remind me off all the lost dreams. I have fully accepted the loss. I have moved on. However, I can also say that Tree is still in our lives. Tree is now a very good drink holder while we play Corn Hole!
When we moved in to this house two years ago the first thing that made me want to buy this house was the back yard. The back yard had a tree right smack in the middle. A big tree. In my head I immediately started picturing the kids climbing that tree. The future tree house with secret club passwords. The leaves from it that would be raked up in the Fall and then jumped into with laughter. I really loved this tree.
Well last year my beloved tree got buds, bloomed, was beautiful full and green, leaves turned yellow, leaves fell off, and then the tree went into winter mode all in one month. I was like "excuse me Tree ( that's his name), what are you doing? Please fix your self, now". However when the Tree Doctor came out there was no hope. Tree did not go into winter mode Tree went to tree heaven. I was so SAD!!! I could not believe it. "What? Why? How? Are you sure there is nothing left to do? No experimental treatment or new drug therapy?" "You have to save him Doctor!!!" I was in denial. I just could not accept that my Tree was gone. Tree stood tall (but still dead) all Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring and again Summer.
Well, the bark is falling off Tree now and it looks a little sad. No one plays on Tree anymore. The other day my 15 year old son came shrieking into the house. I mean screaming like a girl! As he was mowing around Tree the biggest nastiest bug he said he has ever seen attacked him. He would not mow near Tree. He did not care if I grounded him or what ever. He would not mow around Tree. Well I went out to look for my self and "Holy ****" is what came out of my mouth. They were everywhere. I still do not know what they were. But Taylor was right. They were GROSS!!! In one second I can truly say my denial was over. A tree cutting party was scheduled immediately.
Tree is now gone. Just a stump is left to remind me off all the lost dreams. I have fully accepted the loss. I have moved on. However, I can also say that Tree is still in our lives. Tree is now a very good drink holder while we play Corn Hole!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Kool Aid Day
Today was a good day. There are different kinds of days for me. There are days when I wonder if I never should have had kids (I call these Kryptonite days), and most days are just normal, and there are above average good days, and then there are days like today. Today was a Kool-Aid day. All was well in the Page house. I call it a Kool-Aid day because years ago a friend of mine said that her goal was to have the "fun" house for her kids. Like on the old "Hey Kool- Aid" commercials where all the neighborhood kids are playing in the back yard and the grown ups are talking and it just all seems right. I had the grandchildren of the neighbor to the right of me over so between her group and my group there were 10 kids. I gave them pop, she gave them cookies, I hooked up the slip-n slide, it was just a great afternoon. I got my housework done, Taylor actually came to me, let me emphasize came to me, and asked what he needed to get done today and then actually did it!!!! Tori did not do one single UHHH! or stretch mom into a two syllable word at all today. Dinner went well. Just got the little ones to bed. So the day finished well. I am going to go relax and watch some shows now, because if today was a Kool-Aid day tomorrow has a good chance of being a Kryptonite day. And that is a whole other story.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Chocolate Cake
Today is the day before our last court date for Trinity. Actually night before, it's 10:15 pm.
I am nervous. Trinty is doing so well living with us full time. She has great friends, loved school last year, and loves all her church friends and activities. I am nervous that she will go back to her mom full time and us on the weekends. Her mom will most likely get full custody of her other 2 kids back, so that means the court is finding her "fit" to parent. That also means they have to decide where Trinity is best off full time. I have not stopped thinking about this all day. Well, I did get a break because I went to dinner with Lisa. Even though we talked about the Trinity stuff, it was different than when I was dwelling on the thoughts. I hate when thoughts go through my head over and over as if they are going to be different the next time. Lisa and I had a great dinner. I really love my time with her. And she paid, WOO HOO!! Thanks Lisa, if you ever happen to read this. And OH MY GOSH, the Chocolate Cake. It was to die for. I went on a cruise a few years ago and I had the best chocolate dessert I had ever had, until tonight. This was awesome. Lisa said "this is a dangerous thing to try I am warning you". She was right I am already plotting on how I can get back there for more. Chocolate Cake is a wondrous thing to begin with, but this was like drug. I was in a worry free mood for a couple hours after that. Actually, Lisa and I planned this dinner outing a week ago and I almost forgot about it. I am so glad Lisa called to remind me. I think God whispered in her ear and said "call and remind Kristy about dinner, she needs a friend, and some chocolate cake" Amen... Praise Jesus!!! cause Lisa and Chocolate Cake hit the spot.
I am nervous. Trinty is doing so well living with us full time. She has great friends, loved school last year, and loves all her church friends and activities. I am nervous that she will go back to her mom full time and us on the weekends. Her mom will most likely get full custody of her other 2 kids back, so that means the court is finding her "fit" to parent. That also means they have to decide where Trinity is best off full time. I have not stopped thinking about this all day. Well, I did get a break because I went to dinner with Lisa. Even though we talked about the Trinity stuff, it was different than when I was dwelling on the thoughts. I hate when thoughts go through my head over and over as if they are going to be different the next time. Lisa and I had a great dinner. I really love my time with her. And she paid, WOO HOO!! Thanks Lisa, if you ever happen to read this. And OH MY GOSH, the Chocolate Cake. It was to die for. I went on a cruise a few years ago and I had the best chocolate dessert I had ever had, until tonight. This was awesome. Lisa said "this is a dangerous thing to try I am warning you". She was right I am already plotting on how I can get back there for more. Chocolate Cake is a wondrous thing to begin with, but this was like drug. I was in a worry free mood for a couple hours after that. Actually, Lisa and I planned this dinner outing a week ago and I almost forgot about it. I am so glad Lisa called to remind me. I think God whispered in her ear and said "call and remind Kristy about dinner, she needs a friend, and some chocolate cake" Amen... Praise Jesus!!! cause Lisa and Chocolate Cake hit the spot.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Simple things make the biggest memories.
These are the kiddos holding the star of the Alligator show. We went to Orlando for 10 days, condo, pool, a water park, Disney, MGM, and the highlight of their trip was the $3 dollar alligator show. Go figure. I think we adults really complicate stuff. I remember on an old Oprah show their was a little girl who had just lost her Mommy to breast cancer. The family did all kinds of things to create as many memories for this little girl to have. Oprah asked her what her favorite times or memories were and she said it was eating cereal in bed with her Mommy. I have never forgot that. I think of all the little things I could be doing with my kids to create lasting memories and not wasting the time, money, and energy, trying to make every activity a grand event. Don't get me wrong, Disney was awesome and we LOVED it!!! It created many many great memories too. One of my favorite things to do is catch lightening bugswith the kids. This summer I said its almost lightening bug season. After that we were looking every night for the first signs of their blinkers. Especially my 3 year old. A few weeks ago he came running and yelling, bug house in hand " it's lightening bug season, it's lightening bug season!!" Sure enough our yard was blinking everywhere. We caught as many as we could and capped off the night with Popsicles on the swing. That's my kind of memory.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Mow Therapy
I love to mow my grass. I really do. I just love the monotonous back and forth. The mono tone sound of the engine that sorta hypnotizes you into thought. It really gives me, a mother of five, an hour and a half of solitude. Practically therapy. Time to think things over, have conversations in my head (especially the one I wanted to have with the clerk at the grocery store the other day but I would have been a very bad example to my 3 year old). What bugs me is that I am surrounded by male neighbors who love to take care of their lawns also. I just never understand that look of sympathy I get as we wave to each other while they are riding their very nice riding mowers and I am walking behind my Toro. I mean a few of their mowers are really small farm equipment they are so nice, but hey, we all have our toys. So are they feeling bad that I have to mow, or that I have a walk behind mower? I always want to just stop, walk over there, and reassure them I really do want to mow my yard. If I did not, I have a very capable 15 year old son inside who fills in when I am not in need of therapy. One of my favorite things about mow therapy is when I start reminiscing. I love to really ponder on fun memories. I had a great memory come flooding into my mind today as I was mowing.
A few years ago, as I was mowing the grass I was really working out some tension. It was hard time in our lives and we had a new baby. I really wanted to mow and then take a long bath but there never seemed to be time for me to relax much at this phase in my life. The kids needed baths, chores to do, homework to get pack up, and 5 loads of laundry to get put away , then make dinner, eat and bed. I had better just take a quick shower. Other than mowing, baths are my stress reliever. Oh well, another day. So, after I finished up the yard I went in to get cleaned up. I went to take my shower, however the shower head was removed and soaking in CLR and drain-o poured into the drain. OK, I will use the kids bath room. As I walked into the bathroom I just stared at the shower curtain in confusion. The shower curtain had been cut in half. Horizontally. I was really trying to imagine the reason that this would need to be done. I was stumped. Then, I heard a sort of thump/crash sound in the boys bedroom. I turned around and there it was. The other half of my shower curtain. It was tied around the neck of my 3 year old, serving as a much needed cape in an effort to improve his fight skills as he jumped off his top bunk. I just had to laugh. He said "look Mommy, I made a good cape". "Yep, you sure did baby, Mommy is going to take a bath now." I always take a bath now after I mow. Its a tradition.
A few years ago, as I was mowing the grass I was really working out some tension. It was hard time in our lives and we had a new baby. I really wanted to mow and then take a long bath but there never seemed to be time for me to relax much at this phase in my life. The kids needed baths, chores to do, homework to get pack up, and 5 loads of laundry to get put away , then make dinner, eat and bed. I had better just take a quick shower. Other than mowing, baths are my stress reliever. Oh well, another day. So, after I finished up the yard I went in to get cleaned up. I went to take my shower, however the shower head was removed and soaking in CLR and drain-o poured into the drain. OK, I will use the kids bath room. As I walked into the bathroom I just stared at the shower curtain in confusion. The shower curtain had been cut in half. Horizontally. I was really trying to imagine the reason that this would need to be done. I was stumped. Then, I heard a sort of thump/crash sound in the boys bedroom. I turned around and there it was. The other half of my shower curtain. It was tied around the neck of my 3 year old, serving as a much needed cape in an effort to improve his fight skills as he jumped off his top bunk. I just had to laugh. He said "look Mommy, I made a good cape". "Yep, you sure did baby, Mommy is going to take a bath now." I always take a bath now after I mow. Its a tradition.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Spring has sprung, loud and clear.
Wow! Spring has finally sprung. It feels so great to be out and about in our yards, on walks, waving to neighbors again. Waves that seems to say “hey, I haven’t seen you since you were doing the Christmas lights” or “woo wee, hibernations over”. But there is one thing that I always manage to do that really makes me not forget that Spring is here. Today as I was “discussing loudly” the fact that we have now lost the 4th Gym suit this school year I felt the cool breeze come in through the window. The open window, one of many open windows. Oh man, how many of my neighbors heard me yelling, I mean, discussing loudly, at my daughter. You’d think I would have remembered from last year, and the year before. Later, I was out on my front porch planting pansies. The sound of my neighbor’s voice caught my attention. She was right behind her front screen door “discussing loudly” some thing with her son. I really have no idea what it was. Then she looked out. Our eyes met. I saw a familiar look in her eyes. I gave her the “nod of understanding”. Letting her know I completely understand. No worries neighbor. Happy spring!!
Wow! Spring has finally sprung. It feels so great to be out and about in our yards, on walks, waving to neighbors again. Waves that seems to say “hey, I haven’t seen you since you were doing the Christmas lights” or “woo wee, hibernations over”. But there is one thing that I always manage to do that really makes me not forget that Spring is here. Today as I was “discussing loudly” the fact that we have now lost the 4th Gym suit this school year I felt the cool breeze come in through the window. The open window, one of many open windows. Oh man, how many of my neighbors heard me yelling, I mean, discussing loudly, at my daughter. You’d think I would have remembered from last year, and the year before. Later, I was out on my front porch planting pansies. The sound of my neighbor’s voice caught my attention. She was right behind her front screen door “discussing loudly” some thing with her son. I really have no idea what it was. Then she looked out. Our eyes met. I saw a familiar look in her eyes. I gave her the “nod of understanding”. Letting her know I completely understand. No worries neighbor. Happy spring!!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Wine Time!!!
Well today was a pretty good day. Church, housework, chill out while I let my 3 year old son "do" my hair ( it took 10 minutes to get the round brush out of my hair when he was finished), dinner, clean up dinner, clean up smashed chandelier(my 12 year old daughter and her friend were making up a dance routine and as she swung her hand it smacked all the globes off the chandelier) give three little ones baths, put them to bed(20 times each), and now finally, drum roll please.........WINE TIME!!!!! Oh yes, yes, yes! Glass of wine, blanket on the couch, all my TiVo'd shows...paradise.
I was proud of my self because I did not even get mad little bit about the chandelier. I figure these days I should count my blessings that I have a 7th grade girl who still likes to stay home with a friend and make up dances. It was a true accident, and still she was terrified. I think more scared that I was going to embarrass her in front of her friend. I saw the relief on her face when all I said was "put shoes on until I get this cleaned up". Then the giggles emerged and they showed me "the move" that did all the damage. I mean really of all the things that go wrong every day in this world who cares about a little broken glass.
OK, back to me... WINE TIME...Bye!
K
I was proud of my self because I did not even get mad little bit about the chandelier. I figure these days I should count my blessings that I have a 7th grade girl who still likes to stay home with a friend and make up dances. It was a true accident, and still she was terrified. I think more scared that I was going to embarrass her in front of her friend. I saw the relief on her face when all I said was "put shoes on until I get this cleaned up". Then the giggles emerged and they showed me "the move" that did all the damage. I mean really of all the things that go wrong every day in this world who cares about a little broken glass.
OK, back to me... WINE TIME...Bye!
K
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Tired
I am so tired tonight. I feel like I could fall over and sleep right here on my keyboard. I just made breakfast for dinner. Then realized my kids had french toast sticks for lunch at school. So basically they have had carbs and sugar today. Now I have to take my oldest to youth group. I hope I do not fall alseep driving. Over all though, a good day.
K
K
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Wow, what a week!
Like I said, Wow what a week. Lets see. The week before Christmas we were told that we would be getting my husband's daughter. Her mom has been on the edge of losing custody for over a year now and it finally happened. She has a drug problem and just can't keep clean. She has 3 kids all by married men. The other two fathers want nothing to do with their kids. One even asked for his rights to just be terminated so that he can get on with his life. I love the little girl and we get her every other weekend so of course she is going to live with us. I already have four, whats one more right? I just kills me though that the other two are in foster care. I hope I can get them together at my house soon for a visit. We had to get bedding, clothes, toys, dresser, and school stuff. She will start school Thursday. She is doing well so far I am sure it will hit her soon though that she is not going back at least for a long time.
Just in case some one reads this I said I would explain the title for my little blog. Lipstick Band-aids and Wet Wipe Baths. Well I am the mother of four, now five, and I just try to hold it all together most days. One day as I was running out of the house, one of my little ones fell. I gave him some love and hurried him up into the car seat. When we got to the park I realized he really did have a boo boo and felt bad. Then I realized I had no band-aids and he really wanted one. I tried to assure him that I would kiss it and maybe it would make it better. At least better enough for him to play for a while. When I kissed it, I left a big lip print from my lipstick. He said " hey you gave me a lipstick band-aid". That was good enough for him so it was good enough for me. There have been a few other times when an emergency has called for a lipstick band-aid and I always have one.
Wet Wipe Baths. I was invited to a play date at a friends house who has a great back yard with lots of play equipment. While I was there I listened to a conversation as two of my friends talked about how grumpy their kids were going to be when they get home. See, their kids would most likely fall asleep on the way home and they "must" have their bath before getting into bed. Then they would not want to go back to sleep and then the night would just go down hill etc etc. Well, in my brain I'm thinking "okay I'd put them to bed dirty straight from the car seats, that way I would have an extra hour and half of peace and quiet that night, then I would give them a bath in the morning.' I decided to share my thoughts and the look of shock and horror on their faces said it all. No return comment was necessary. The subject was changed. As I pulled into the driveway that evening my two tuckered out little boys were out cold. I was trying to talk my self into going with my original plan, bed dirty, morning bath. I just kept remembering the look on their faces. If I did that, would I be a horrible mother? Then, I thought of the solution. I ran inside, grabbed my tub of wet wipes, and gave them a bath. A wet wipe bath. I got about 40% of the dirt off and they smelled really good!!!
I feel kinda silly writing this as though I am talking to someone. Okay I need to go. Real baths are in order this evening and that takes awhile.
Kristy
Just in case some one reads this I said I would explain the title for my little blog. Lipstick Band-aids and Wet Wipe Baths. Well I am the mother of four, now five, and I just try to hold it all together most days. One day as I was running out of the house, one of my little ones fell. I gave him some love and hurried him up into the car seat. When we got to the park I realized he really did have a boo boo and felt bad. Then I realized I had no band-aids and he really wanted one. I tried to assure him that I would kiss it and maybe it would make it better. At least better enough for him to play for a while. When I kissed it, I left a big lip print from my lipstick. He said " hey you gave me a lipstick band-aid". That was good enough for him so it was good enough for me. There have been a few other times when an emergency has called for a lipstick band-aid and I always have one.
Wet Wipe Baths. I was invited to a play date at a friends house who has a great back yard with lots of play equipment. While I was there I listened to a conversation as two of my friends talked about how grumpy their kids were going to be when they get home. See, their kids would most likely fall asleep on the way home and they "must" have their bath before getting into bed. Then they would not want to go back to sleep and then the night would just go down hill etc etc. Well, in my brain I'm thinking "okay I'd put them to bed dirty straight from the car seats, that way I would have an extra hour and half of peace and quiet that night, then I would give them a bath in the morning.' I decided to share my thoughts and the look of shock and horror on their faces said it all. No return comment was necessary. The subject was changed. As I pulled into the driveway that evening my two tuckered out little boys were out cold. I was trying to talk my self into going with my original plan, bed dirty, morning bath. I just kept remembering the look on their faces. If I did that, would I be a horrible mother? Then, I thought of the solution. I ran inside, grabbed my tub of wet wipes, and gave them a bath. A wet wipe bath. I got about 40% of the dirt off and they smelled really good!!!
I feel kinda silly writing this as though I am talking to someone. Okay I need to go. Real baths are in order this evening and that takes awhile.
Kristy
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Go to sleep!!! Mommies trying to blog!
Well I finally did it. I created my own blog. I have said (to my self) for a long time I wanted to do it and tonight I finally did. I signed up while I was putting my two littlest to bed. I get on the computer in my bedroom at night after kisses and goodnights and surf or check emails. I specifically use the bedroom computer so that I am close to their bedroom, so the 52 times I have to get up and go to their door and yell "be quiet" or "you better be laying down in there" I do not have to walk very far. It usually escalates to threats of no video game time etc and then before I know it I glance at the computer clock and it has been 10 minutes since my last trip. I then do the HOORAY VICTORY!!! deep sigh of relief. Which just occured 8 minutes ago.
This blog is going to be my way of letting out my daily struggles and triumphs of mommydom. I doubt anyone will read it or even find it for that matter. If you should however, stumble upon my little blog, please leave a comment. I will post more tommorow about my self, my family and the meaning behind the title to my blog.
Kristy
This blog is going to be my way of letting out my daily struggles and triumphs of mommydom. I doubt anyone will read it or even find it for that matter. If you should however, stumble upon my little blog, please leave a comment. I will post more tommorow about my self, my family and the meaning behind the title to my blog.
Kristy
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