Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I cleaned all day. That was the only downer. But mid morning my husband showed up with my birthday doughnuts. It's tradition. I get up at 6 am and run to Haggen and get the doughnuts before anyone wakes up. Then we have doughnuts for breakfast (only 7 times a year) and that is the kick off for your special day. I didn't even expect birthday doughnuts- since I didn't go get them myself.
When the kids got home from school they called their dad to see when he would be home... and then they all ran off together.
For dinner we met my parents at The Olive Garden. My. Very. Favorite. Where the waitresses kept sneaking my adorable offspring Andes Mints. I opened my presents and then asked the waitresses not to sing to me. We had yummy dinner (and lunch, too) and a great bottle of champagne.
But check out my birthday haul!
Clockwise from the top there is:
Movies from Caleb
Stuffed mama and baby elephants from Elizabeth
Coupons for: No dishes for a week, A day to go where ever I want, and Breakfast in bed From Jesse
Candy to go with my movies from Caleb
And from Abigail, Jesse, and Sebastian:
It is engraved with the first initials of each of my children's first names in birth order (JCEAJ).
Tonight I get to go out with Karen and Andreena as is our tradition as the Three Musketeers.
Happy Birthday To ME!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
By the way- she is SO not trailer trash. She lives in the coolest doublewide I've ever seen!
And no, she does not have boobs that hang to her knees.
No, this is not her writing this, it's me, Trish. I hijacked her blog!
(remember i set it up in the first place, now go change your password Gina!)
Happy birthday to my formerly obnoxious and annoying little sister, who has grown up to be a not so annoying or obnoxious friend. You are a fabulous mom, a great sister and a wonderful friend! I love you.
This is where I wish I could insert some adorable picture of us together as children, but I can't seem to find one...........
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINA!!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
And why does the doctor look at me like I have just sprouted a 3rd arm from the top of my head when I tell him that my child has Strep. With a rash. Granted, all the kids are allergic to sunscreen and break out when it is applied the first few times each season, but it had been 2 days since she had had sunscreen on and there had been no rash the night before as I would expect.
I swear, I should have some hotline number to call:
"Thank you for calling 1-800-STREP-4-U. Can I have your 7 digit account number, please?"
"Thank you, and the account pin code?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Gae. And who in your house has strep this week?"
"Just the one? Nice. OK, Mrs. Gae, let me just verify your address..."
"And no change in primary care provider?"
"Thank you, Ma'am. And what is the child's weight?"
"Do you have a preference in antibiotics? I see we used Amoxicillan last time. Did that work OK?"
"Fine, Fine. What pharmacy would you like us to call that in to for you today?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Gae, you have a wonderful day, and call us if anyone else on your account needs our services."
OK, so here are the ground rules:
You can't belong to more than 3 hotlines at a time and you must be referred by your PCP. This service could cost anywhere from $60 to $120 per year.
By the way, she has strep. I knew it.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Jonah was snuggling me tonight in my new, big, soft chair when suddenly he jumped up and said, "Oh, I meed to go potty!"
He ran into my bathroom and this is what I heard:
ga-junk (child standing on plastic toilet seat lid)
rattle, rattle (child standing on porcelain tank lid)
click, whir (child flipping on light switch)
wham (child jumping off the back of the toilet)
bang, bang (child opening both lid and seat)
tinkle (child- well you know)
bang, bang (child closing both lid and seat)
ga-junk (child standing on plastic toilet seat lid)
rattle, rattle (child standing on porcelain tank lid)
click (child flipping off light switch)
wham (child jumping off the back of the toilet)
"OK, Mom. I'm done."
"Great. Go wash your hands."
We took a family bike ride. We rode the paved trail by our house to the park, played on the playground, rode on the skateboard ramps a little (Where some eight year old worm said, "Hi, Libby." with a dopey look on his face. Then I needed to leave before my precious baby grew up and got married there in the park!) and rode to the store for lunch. After lunch we rode another mile or so to a really lame park with a really cool creek. Since it was about 90 degrees outside, and since we had ridden about a mile or so UPHILL, we managed to all get soaked up to our armpits. Me just to my business- but that was totally unintentional. I had planned to stay dry. My crazy husband and sons were actually riding their bikes down stream- trying to see who could make it through the deep spots without falling over! After about an hour and a half we rode the two or so miles home- all downhill this time. What a great time!
On Sunday we went to the second service at church. A first for us, since we are always late to third service. It was nice because there were much fewer people there. I guess they're all rushing madly to make it to third service. I just may become a second service gal full time!
We had crepes with sweetened cream cheese filling and homemade raspberry syrup for lunch. I should serve that more often. EACH of my kids thanked me for lunch. Then we bummed around the house. Jesse mowed the lawn for me, and the middler kids and I weeded about 1/3 of my flower bed. Yes that was singular. I only have one. It's the most that I can't manage right now. Sunday was also only about 80 degrees, and overcast. Nice.
The weather today was cool. It was about 75 degrees and sprinkling. Which made it muggy. Which made me think that at any moment we could have one of those good ol' southern thunderstorms with flash flooding in the streets. Then I remembered where I live.
Today I swam at tinytot swim at the gym with Jonah. Then we ran all over kingdom come for the rest of the day. We went North to Walmart and Target and the Sprint store and made it home in time for Jesse to be done with school. Then when the middler kids came home we headed South to go to my dad's chiropractic office to get our heads screwed on straight. We also went to The Pharmacy (if you lived around here that's what you would call it instead of it's full name- really, there's only one in my parents downtown area.) to get some supplies that I couldn't find anywhere else for our first aid kits, what with summer coming and all.
Can I just say that I love the sunshine? It makes me feel so happy. Just so darn Groovy.
1 can of cheddar Pringles shared with Jonah- Lunch at 2:30.
That counts, Right?
Oh, yeah- 1 birth control pill and 2 Wellbutrin. Are those food?
I don't feel so good. I'm gonna go have some dinner- maybe a Pop-Tart and a Coke.
Really, dinner was a chicken drumstick, salad, and couscous. I feel better now.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Shanna always has a thousand megawatt smile. She always remembers the small stuff you tell her, and remembers to ask the next time you see her.
We were talking about what my plans were for next year and for the summer, as far as school goes, and I mentioned that Caleb is slowly catching up to his peers. You know what that Shanna said to me?
"What a miracle!"
Yeah, it is a miracle. He was so far behind academically that I wondered at times if he was ever going to catch up. I get so caught up in the smallness of living from day to day that I rarely step back to look at the bigger picture. It's a miracle.
We all know those people that we hide from in the store because they are such life sucking downers (did I just type that out loud?). And then there are the Shannas. If you don't have a Shanna, you really should get one!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Ladies, my anniversary is on the 24th, and I have no idea what to get for my husband!
This is our 11th year. Last year was easy. I got us new bands. His was lost and mine irritated my finger. But this year I am at a complete loss. HELP!
We are planning a whitewater rafting trip. We want to buy a raft so we can do the river in the summer, and as the kids get bigger we will move onto harder stuff. You know, a good family activity. I am in charge of finding a nice place to stay.
I made the gift thing easy this year. I made a list and posted it on the fridge. He is very hard, though. He doesn't wear man jewelry. Even the new band sits in its box because it is too dangerous to wear it on the job. He is extremely picky about clothes, and I have all but given up trying to find anything for him. I don't know enough about his other hobbies to even try to find a piece of gear for him. He's a mountain man and I'm a Starbucks girl.
HELP ME, PLEASE!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Not Twin #1 went to school as an artist.
Not Twin #2 went as a doctor. The sour face is because she was suddenly afraid that no one else would be dressed up.
Caleb went as a baseball player. He originally wanted to go as a soldier. For some odd reason, though, there is NO second hand camo to be had. Kinda strange since there seems to be "no support" for the current war. I'm just sayin'....
Later in the afternoon , Libby was honored as Student of the Month for her 2nd grade class. Go Picassa! She's looking kinda rough this far into the afternoon! They should do these assemblies in the morning. It would definitely make for better photos!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I posted a list of things I would like to have since Mother's Day, my birthday, and my anniversary are all in May. Just thought I'd make it easy for them. Silly me, I didn't even realize that the book page had disappeared with my boys yesterday!
We ate a leisurely breakfast which made us too late to even attempt church.
We headed to town to solve tomorrow's dress-up dilemma.
We went to a family get together at my sister's house.
It was a good day.
Now I have to take out the trash. I guess Mother's Day is over at sundown....
Saturday, May 10, 2008
When we came home the "not twins" decided to play dress up. Aren't they cute? One is a munchkin. The other is a blackbird. Yeah, I can see that.
The girls are waiting for me to finish so I can go watch a movie with them. See you later.
Friday, May 9, 2008
At the end of every Mops brunch we have a sharing time. I call it the "Kiss and Cry" time. Really, it gets sappy. I try to avoid it altogether. It makes me uncomfortable. But this time I had to say something. Now that you've read the last post you have a little perspective on what I said. It went like this:
"We always get a bunch of cards from our friends at the end of the MOPs year. I am amazed by how many said I was strong. I'm not really. I'm a mess. But through the grace of God I can be strong enough.
All of my best friends either came from MOPs or I drug them to MOPs with me because I believe in the program that much.
This year I was struggling with some rough stuff. My friend had to literally hit me over the head with the truth. The truth that I didn't want to face. But as my friend she has earned the right to tell me things the way they are.
My hope for you is that through MOPs you can find these kinds of friends. The kinds who know your heart and love you anyway. The kind who think you are strong and help you become that."
My voice was breaking. I was sweating, and near the end I was in danger of crying.
Why? Why can I sing a song and not miss a heart beat, but speaking about myself in a transparent way makes me want to barf? Even typing these kinds of things gives me the shakes and the stomach wobbles! Why?
Thank the Lord, I have 5 beautiful, healthy children.
That's a lot of children.
That's a lot of life to deal with on a regular basis.
Sometimes the load can get to be too much.
Let me explain.
About 3 years ago I was at a crisis point in my life. All the foundations of my life were shaking and threatening to crumble from beneath me. Really. I felt so lonely. Adrift. But I never lost sight of my God. I have a great friend who held my hand and prayed me through my tough time. I had to decide at that point in my life if I believed in God because that is what I had been taught, or if I really trusted God to be the Lord of my life. And through it all, Kelly was there beside me. She earned the right to speak truth into my life even if that truth hurts- a lot.
This year I found myself in a hard spot again. I didn't feel good. At all.
My eyes hurt. my body ached. I wanted nothing more than to sit on my couch and go to sleep. All. The. Time. And I had no patience- for anyone or anything. I really couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. My husband said that he thought I was going through life robotically- just filling my obligations and nothing more. He asked me on almost on a weekly basis, "What is the deal with you? What is your problem?" I didn't know.
That is why God gives us friends who have been down the same road.
In the course of conversation, my friend, Kelly, said, "You are depressed."
Huh? No Way! I'm a Christian! It's not ok for a Christian to be depressed. Actually, I was mad at her- a little. But I agreed to think about it. I already had an appointment scheduled for my yearly woman's exam. I decided to bring the subject up at my appointment.
I am so glad I did.
The doctor prescribed me an antidepressant that I started taking right away.
I didn't realize just how CRAPPY I felt until I began to feel better. And boy do I fell better!
I sleep at night- all night.
I stay awake during the day.
I play and laugh with my kids.
I clean the house.
I find joy in my life again.
And I am so glad that someone in my life had earned the right to tell me the truth- even when it hurt.
We have a unique situation at our house. We have a 10 year old who is finishing 6th grade. He won't be 11 until August. What that means is that even if he was in 5th grade this year he would still be almost a year younger than a lot of the kids. In 6th grade he is almost 2 years younger.
He's young. I actually prefer that to being too old for your age. But middle school has exacted a high price this year on our family. It has been a really rough year for Jesse, and by extension, the rest of the family. We have thought, discussed and PRAYED HARD about the decision that we have made. Next year Jesse will homeschool. We haven't yet figured out the logistics, but I know in my heart that it is the right decision.
I have actually wanted to do it again (Jesse started school at home) for about 2 years, but it has taken this long for God to align my husband and I in the same desire. That's what I was waiting for. If (when) all goes well this next year, I will bring Caleb home the year after that. Once the boys are running smoothly we will evaluate what we are going to do with the girls. I would like to school them all, but I realize that there is no one-size-fits-all solution and that we will have to examine this decision on a case-by-case basis.
Anyway, I covet your prayers for this next adventure in my life!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The video is much edited, but you get the idea.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
My Jesse, JJ, and Andreena
After lunch we headed to a nearby park so the kids could burn off the ice cream. At this particular park they have a brand new playground. There is this climbing structure that we call The Eiffel Tower because, well, it looks like it.
I finally got bored and challenged Andreena to a race to see who could climb to the top of the tower first. Well, here's a picture of Andreena at the top of the tower:
And here's a picture of me on the ground:
After she got down we walked out the fishing pier and then headed home.
One last funny before I let you go... He has a balloon that you can't see.
Sorry, it loaded sideways AGAIN!