tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45792114509777983082024-03-18T22:16:56.741-05:00Confessions of a Supermom DropoutDnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-24057547193281932632008-07-17T22:33:00.010-05:002008-07-17T22:53:11.117-05:00I've entered the world of stitch markers<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I just got the SM bug. I see all these wonderful projects with these beautiful SM's on them and I gotta have some for myself (and to share a few with friends).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I went to the local craft store and bought a few supplies and before I knew what hit me, I had 28 of these little guys finished. I can't believe how quick and easy they were to put together. I love them!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Here is a sampling of my work:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY86fnCRh1nZudoIrWxZCrSD6bifBkHba4hmf__uvqLPtw6tGhtWSmQ0QP351YZ8h4dRw96f0JGaAqdrrFhxyb8Lq5Ou-FklS7C-lv7dl7OhTBiZhOc3gW4pDSvgQcaylhDXeNk3FcLaQ/s1600-h/IMG_4626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY86fnCRh1nZudoIrWxZCrSD6bifBkHba4hmf__uvqLPtw6tGhtWSmQ0QP351YZ8h4dRw96f0JGaAqdrrFhxyb8Lq5Ou-FklS7C-lv7dl7OhTBiZhOc3gW4pDSvgQcaylhDXeNk3FcLaQ/s200/IMG_4626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224195367902842850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVdSZ-pF-f11GLsqTlH6eDYhJNkm9Gt2IhxB-eZjvj4X7uw7fm4m83ShPtiuXUzuKVtyhaD8PqUyotJfUxsMKrMRIiyqdWlaecP8CCiV7rXq3VkIR9qLRdcK3k50sI3RPEvQQ311YT3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VF92Xr41NfLwhcBpkm2POlYzACsYWeXV8IXv62EHb42Y6_6Rvdg_EukQOmuUqOnONeNOVZWIIakySbssCf0BH0rp-1_00CxFrfSJLLxEf74V3zaafsDQCAsqNkkLexz78h920PvRWfA/s200/IMG_4625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224193055477040898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDtpM2k7KHk38WG_2vtb7Sn0oi-AHOo3ed4_6xSq-3eJt2ptXLRr0n_wl_MKImm2Q-ZEfcKh7FHYfKh3yla487BOMD-oGA6A6QbpIT88bFgLI1LSt-ccNrMVFrAYtNqHIospGIh0JbmU/s1600-h/IMG_4627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDtpM2k7KHk38WG_2vtb7Sn0oi-AHOo3ed4_6xSq-3eJt2ptXLRr0n_wl_MKImm2Q-ZEfcKh7FHYfKh3yla487BOMD-oGA6A6QbpIT88bFgLI1LSt-ccNrMVFrAYtNqHIospGIh0JbmU/s200/IMG_4627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224193068450522674" border="0" /></a>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-59899998955730685582008-06-28T18:54:00.009-05:002008-06-28T19:14:20.377-05:00Knitting, knitting and more knitting!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I am currently working on 3 projects. The first is a pair of socks for ME! Yes...something for me for a change! I am about 40% done with them. I'll post pictures when they are finished.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I just picked up some yarn for project 2. It is a sundress for the princess! It will be in two tones of blue.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theyarnco.com/images/yarn/stria/navy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 45px;" src="http://www.theyarnco.com/images/yarn/stria/navy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theyarnco.com/images/yarn/stria/denim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 46px;" src="http://www.theyarnco.com/images/yarn/stria/denim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The bodice and trim will be in the lighter blue and the skirt portion will be in the navy color.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I am also working a shawl for a hospice charity. It is in multi color tans. I wanted it to be able to go to a man or a woman.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I finished these items in the last 6 months:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS-l4CoT_Z1EOjOeYsIA540Wq7YEjpn8vgph8PcBRxC_T5e5TGUq8BZRoV8c0j3Me_xkE7nwcLyaeR5CniYGZT9YewnSrxTEzPdjzdPBhuJXa_7WnRLETSFOU-4jMFHyyEDHtaUwbyKA/s1600-h/IMG_4188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS-l4CoT_Z1EOjOeYsIA540Wq7YEjpn8vgph8PcBRxC_T5e5TGUq8BZRoV8c0j3Me_xkE7nwcLyaeR5CniYGZT9YewnSrxTEzPdjzdPBhuJXa_7WnRLETSFOU-4jMFHyyEDHtaUwbyKA/s200/IMG_4188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088041693673970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAX7qr-QCGx4CtFWzf6qz1i5mRy2BYCD9QqfuXrtgCgQ_MsyO6_CWegSFBq4s0EU1vNqZs7cvNVeQ05vYTtnbilgt2m9J_4cnCuDAsIbd3fzq9WZN27D0Ew-qRbv5a5hEORcj0zLTtNo/s1600-h/IMG_4071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAX7qr-QCGx4CtFWzf6qz1i5mRy2BYCD9QqfuXrtgCgQ_MsyO6_CWegSFBq4s0EU1vNqZs7cvNVeQ05vYTtnbilgt2m9J_4cnCuDAsIbd3fzq9WZN27D0Ew-qRbv5a5hEORcj0zLTtNo/s200/IMG_4071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088045873891714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPo1OWzoIgjl3M5uTEp_42Ndo8pTUXYhOmS135mJBKwvHE0zyZuXPvAlnHOrXW4tjz-bSTBtdhFYXRt8-bM6_1lulR5FD7Q1KSpKu7Gijj5U-gVQR6ntjgsu-vWzRsPyf3hACKxY111gg/s1600-h/sweater1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPo1OWzoIgjl3M5uTEp_42Ndo8pTUXYhOmS135mJBKwvHE0zyZuXPvAlnHOrXW4tjz-bSTBtdhFYXRt8-bM6_1lulR5FD7Q1KSpKu7Gijj5U-gVQR6ntjgsu-vWzRsPyf3hACKxY111gg/s200/sweater1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088033184081346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcI5-0vhwYlmFWWngXF1sS-5AUl6snxt2dLPusqT_1rhloFwgB9IikPHAZ9zX81gC_twGGRRhLsJWTHbYGaJQbvnTkTAOotIEZF97td9JOSTwlcKLUv6Xurj1Kba7aI3Sk1TgFvAmHQmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcI5-0vhwYlmFWWngXF1sS-5AUl6snxt2dLPusqT_1rhloFwgB9IikPHAZ9zX81gC_twGGRRhLsJWTHbYGaJQbvnTkTAOotIEZF97td9JOSTwlcKLUv6Xurj1Kba7aI3Sk1TgFvAmHQmQ/s200/IMG_4435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088037262235778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZTo_2CSFYtbtiNrHxzxyHIbC4PQFjRJnjrZU42yTqYc2Kcs14YJJme_5oRX4iUrE-ar7OIfgREg49QHxbotQelLx_7vDIYIyD471IFUnGDJglFv0HKgcRsIy6cvreKEeVo3kagaihyU/s1600-h/abbyponcho.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZTo_2CSFYtbtiNrHxzxyHIbC4PQFjRJnjrZU42yTqYc2Kcs14YJJme_5oRX4iUrE-ar7OIfgREg49QHxbotQelLx_7vDIYIyD471IFUnGDJglFv0HKgcRsIy6cvreKEeVo3kagaihyU/s200/abbyponcho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088042006675842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />I have been a busy girl lately. I haven't blogged in....forever. I have also made at least 10 other items since the beginning of the year. Off to working on one of my many projects now!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-14502710914677490122008-04-01T22:51:00.003-05:002008-04-01T23:04:22.018-05:00So it's been a year of autism now<span style="font-weight: bold;">Our son Little D was diagnosed a little over a year ago with being in the autism spectrum. He is now believed to have Asperger's Syndrome. If you would have told me a year ago that he would be the kid he is today, I would have thought you were lying. A year ago I was unsure about LD's future. I didn't know if he would have even a glimpse of a normal life. Now....the sky is the limit for what LD can achieve.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One year ago at this time our son could not communicate any of his needs verbally. He had many behavioral issues. His sensory issues were so bad and we had no idea how to deal with them. We were at a loss.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now, our son is talking overtime and won't shut up! LOL He still has behavioral issues but we are learning more about them each day. His sensory issues can still be trying but at least we have techniques that help him get through the incidences.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="postbody">Here is a little tidbit about what our little man has....Asperger's Syndrome:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">History<br /><br />Asperger's Disorder was first described in the 1940s by Viennese pediatrician Hans Asperger who observed autistic-like behaviors and difficulties with social and communication skills in boys who had normal intelligence and language development. Many professionals felt Asperger's Disorder was simply a milder form of autism and used the term "high-functioning autism" to describe these individuals. Professor Uta Frith, with the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience of University College London and author of Autism and Asperger Syndrome, describes individuals with Asperger's Disorder as "having a dash of Autism." Asperger's Disorder was added to the American Psychiatric Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV) in 1994 as a separate disorder from autism. However, there are still many professionals who consider Asperger's Disorder a less severe form of autism.<br /><br />Characteristics<br /><br />What distinguishes Asperger's Disorder from Autism Disorder is the severity of the symptoms and the absence of language delays. Children with Asperger's Disorder may be only mildly affected and frequently have good language and cognitive skills. To the untrained observer, a child with Asperger's Disorder may just seem like a normal child behaving differently.<br /><br />Children with autism are frequently seen as aloof and uninterested in others. This is not the case with Asperger's Disorder. Individuals with Asperger's Disorder usually want to fit in and have interaction with others; they simply don't know how to do it. They may be socially awkward, not understanding of conventional social rules, or show a lack of empathy. They may have limited eye contact, seem to be unengaged in a conversation, and not understand the use of gestures.<br /><br />Interests in a particular subject may border on the obsessive. Children with Asperger's Disorder frequently like to collect categories of things, such as rocks or bottle caps. They may be proficient in knowing categories of information, such as baseball statistics or Latin names of flowers. While they may have good rote memory skills, they have difficulty with abstract concepts.<br /><br />One of the major differences between Asperger's Disorder and autism is that, by definition, there is no speech delay in Asperger's. In fact, children with Asperger's Disorder frequently have good language skills; they simply use language in different ways. Speech patterns may be unusual, lack inflection or have a rhythmic nature, or it may be formal, but too loud or high pitched. Children with Asperger's Disorder may not understand the subtleties of language, such as irony and humor, or they may not understand the give-and- take nature of a conversation.<br /><br />Another distinction between Asperger's Disorder and autism concerns cognitive ability. While some individuals with autism experience mental retardation, by definition a person with Asperger's Disorder cannot possess a "clinically significant" cognitive delay and most possess average to above average intelligence.<br /><br />While motor difficulties are not a specific criteria for Asperger's, children with Asperger's Disorder frequently have motor skill delays and may appear clumsy or awkward.<br /><br />Diagnosis<br /><br />Diagnosis of Asperger's Disorder is on the increase, although it is unclear whether it is more prevalent or whether more professionals are detecting it. The symptoms for Asperger's Disorder are the same as those listed for autism in the DSM-IV; however, children with AS do not have delays in the area of communication and language. In fact, to be diagnosed with Asperger’s, a child must have normal language development as well as normal intelligence. The DSM-IV criteria for AS specifies that the individual must have "severe and sustained impairment in social interaction, and the development of restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interests and activities that must cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational or other important areas of functioning."<br /><br />The first step to diagnosis is an assessment, including a developmental history and observation. This should be done by medical professionals experienced with autism and other PDDs. If Asperger's Disorder or high-functioning autism is suspected, the diagnosis of autism will generally be ruled out first. Early diagnosis is also important as children with Asperger's Disorder who are diagnosed and treated early in life have an increased chance of being successful in school and eventually living independently. To learn more, see Consulting with Professionals.</span><br /><br /><br />This information is from The Autism Society of America. To find out more about autism...please go to: <a href="http://www.autism-society.org/site/PageServer" target="_blank">http://www.autism-society.org/site/PageServer</a><br /><br />One child in every 150 is diagnosed with autism. Out of every 5 children, 4 are boys. These children need your compassion and understanding and your support to be heard. Please don't let this month go by without informing yourself a little more about autism.<br /><br />Thank you from our family and from my beautiful boy who just happens to live life walking to a different beat then the rest of us.<br /><br />God bless you.</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-52195818504483633882008-03-06T23:33:00.000-06:002008-03-06T23:34:12.097-06:00I'm a Christian<span style="font-weight: bold;">I just love this poem but have no clue who wrote it! What a great reminder that it is all about HIM and not about us! I hope you all enjoy it!</span><br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm a Christian</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm whispering "I was lost, now I'm found and forgiven."</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> My flaws are far to visible but God believes I'm worth it.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When I say..."I am a Christian" I'm not holier then thou.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace somehow!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-25920309699510942282007-12-24T18:34:00.000-06:002007-12-25T17:40:22.550-06:00Satan must employ toy packaging developers!<span style="font-weight: bold;">It took everything I had not to use every swear word I have ever heard while trying to take the kid's toys out of their boxes. !(#*$&%&*&#(@(&$&*@((@&$$^^#@*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't they know that there is no toddler on the planet that can wait for a parent to remove all those dang twist ties? Do they not have children? Is this for anti-theft? If so....don't they realize that these toys are bigger then any pocket or bag can hold so it's not very likely they will be taken from their packages and stolen?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, as the smart mommy that I am with two small children, I decide we need to get the toys out of the boxes on Christmas Eve after the kids go to bed so we aren't sitting there in the morning trying to get the 4,000,000,000 (yes that is billion for those keeping track) twist ties that is tethering every single part of every single toy in the box. It doesn't matter that the toy has appendages that could never slip through one of these stinking twist ties...let's put 20 more on it! Hey, let's get creative and put two or three together and twist them around one part of a toy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, the toys are set free thanks to mommy and daddy. No swear words were actually said.....out loud. The scissors are dull from mommy deciding her sanity is worth a pair of scissors to cut through the twist ties instead of untwisting them all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My one Christmas wish is for the jokers who designed this packaging design to be inundated with 100 toddlers<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">energized with stocking candy </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">all bouncing around them while they release a toy for each and every one of them from these insanely over-secured packages!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gee.....I feel better now!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Merry Christmas to all and to all a twist tie free night!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-36753758511915357372007-12-09T23:36:00.000-06:002007-12-10T11:48:17.474-06:00WIGGLES WIGGLES WIGGLES<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Wiggles are sleeping....they don't want to be watched right now! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That is what I have had to tell Little D on more then one occasion. He is driving me batty with The Wiggles! If he could live with them I am sure he would pack his bags in 10 seconds flat!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let's see....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LD's</span> viewing schedule is:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spacedancing Wiggles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cold Spaghetti Western Wiggles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wiggle Bay</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Big Red Car</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Top of the Tots</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I stop there only b/c I have never let him watch more then 5 in one day. I don't know which DVD he would put next on his line up and don't want to find out. He sticks with this line up with each new day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Can I just say I have Wiggles in my sleep? I don't think fruit salad is all that yummy yummy anymore! Cold spaghetti is just that....cold. Rolling down the sand hills would make me dizzy and I really don't feel like dancing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gloomies</span> away or doing the eagle rock.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>...just the mere fact that I could recall all of those songs without looking at a DVD or CD is amazing. What is really sick is that I could name at least 20 more without even batting an eye.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Did you know that Greg (Yellow Wiggle) has a neurological condition that is not allowing him to tour anymore? He is married is in his late 30's and has kids. Jeff (Purple Wiggle) is in his 50's but sure doesn't look like it. He is not married and was in a band called The Cockroaches with Anthony at one time. Anthony (Blue Wiggle) is in his late 40's and has a wife and kids. His brother produces the show. Murray (Red Wiggle) is also in his late 40's and is married. Not sure on the kids though. All but Jeff have degrees in early childhood development.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How incredibly sad is that? I know more about the Wiggles then I know about some of my acquaintances! Can someone come and help <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LD</span> to find something else to get fixated on now?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I gotta go Toot Toot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chugga</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chugga</span> in my Big Red Car now. So go to dreamland while you Rock-a-bye Your Bear and sail off with Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Feathersword</span>.</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-88227048091307503852007-11-27T22:34:00.001-06:002007-11-27T22:42:07.228-06:00I am now one of the "put together" moms<span style="font-weight: bold;">Or so I've been told.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to have really long hair that was pulled back just to get it out of the way.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi_Jkb7VhL3wqMO5ff3e0S9uV_2QHJ1iQz1oSA0ZNzdIzi9egNevRENaaThO97WqzIk6dHY2XYrl8RD_RQBZGcPlyICuTcFm-61nUvjMuGDL1q8w5dku4w2vEAzK65HWIzxSibfVdSCk/s1600-h/hair001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi_Jkb7VhL3wqMO5ff3e0S9uV_2QHJ1iQz1oSA0ZNzdIzi9egNevRENaaThO97WqzIk6dHY2XYrl8RD_RQBZGcPlyICuTcFm-61nUvjMuGDL1q8w5dku4w2vEAzK65HWIzxSibfVdSCk/s320/hair001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137745484401223186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEr38P9QnsgbGiucabNfcplqunMSw5Ci30ERp8-2CfQGe0sToxuzu0hvEz_awFxcZlWOs2wM6xIoXh9kuFdh-w_ZC6a6oMiKZUjohP2oM5HLzcC-rkRf1WTJYY8u_h4Kc3xnUrtj3ZJfM/s1600-h/hair002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEr38P9QnsgbGiucabNfcplqunMSw5Ci30ERp8-2CfQGe0sToxuzu0hvEz_awFxcZlWOs2wM6xIoXh9kuFdh-w_ZC6a6oMiKZUjohP2oM5HLzcC-rkRf1WTJYY8u_h4Kc3xnUrtj3ZJfM/s320/hair002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137745501581092386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well....I decided to cut it all off. I got sick of the long, heavy hair and wanted a new look. Of course you can't have a make over without some color added in as well.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncDeFQCldQ1lmdnPaURPfAG_8Zta5KvC8O16D0ugyZ5i7_IQ26tcoBMeOeuOmh-uU9Sw2c_vCO1Egil8q4LBXjHlSlyece7u6fKcUgZ0v8x9fXNj3s0y1rXVN8sPHmeDs6I7DsEm3nEI/s1600-h/hair003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncDeFQCldQ1lmdnPaURPfAG_8Zta5KvC8O16D0ugyZ5i7_IQ26tcoBMeOeuOmh-uU9Sw2c_vCO1Egil8q4LBXjHlSlyece7u6fKcUgZ0v8x9fXNj3s0y1rXVN8sPHmeDs6I7DsEm3nEI/s320/hair003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137745505876059698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx2RM_Yfe5fQ2XX6rroNdK3VMSrQp9uoGunKQCfis5EGeN8PIWWhJ9RxK8UE2Nou6pMLxSSUjN7KxXcxgMQMcB-Rv2TttJX_SXOOCOP-82haWDfWJ0JZx-AWxTvo5fVyYJImnpmymj2o/s1600-h/hair004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx2RM_Yfe5fQ2XX6rroNdK3VMSrQp9uoGunKQCfis5EGeN8PIWWhJ9RxK8UE2Nou6pMLxSSUjN7KxXcxgMQMcB-Rv2TttJX_SXOOCOP-82haWDfWJ0JZx-AWxTvo5fVyYJImnpmymj2o/s320/hair004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137745527350896194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now I actually have a style. Can you believe it? I was told by some friends that I now look like one of those mom's that look put together instead of one that rolled out of bed and got ready in a moments notice! LOL<br /><br />So....does that mean that I now have to go out and buy the "put together mom" clothes or can I just continue with the "mom on the go" clothes?<br /><br />Man, I love my sweats!<br /></span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-31589086216640566092007-11-17T23:14:00.000-06:002007-11-17T23:19:10.649-06:00I'm sick of sickness!<span style="font-weight: bold;">If one more kid pukes on me, I'm running away! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>...so not really but I do feel like it. I have spent the better part of the last 6 weeks with sick kids. Between Little D's therapies and the nursery at church, they seem to be picking up everything but their toys!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One minute its a killer yeast rash on Princess Grabby Hands' bottom. The next it's the flu for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LD</span>. Then we get croup for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PGH</span> and move onto a full blown cold after that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LD</span> gets a cold as well. We won't go into the dog throwing up somewhere in there (got into rib bones in the garbage).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is all on top of the normal amount of fur balls from the cats and any other messes that happen daily around here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span>...so I am done with the sickies! BE GONE YOU EVIL GERMS! I COMMAND THEE!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you think it worked? Probably not...but it was worth a shot!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-78859972012133208722007-11-08T10:27:00.000-06:002007-11-08T10:36:06.161-06:00The most precious gift before bed<span style="font-weight: bold;">Little D had a rough day yesterday. He was using his "almost" three year old mouth all day. He was so sassy and it was a day that I couldn't wait for bedtime.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We put <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LD</span> to bed and he didn't make too much of a fuss about it. He fell asleep on the floor in his doorway like he does quite often. I don't know why but he just feels a need to fall asleep there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Before going to bed I usually put him in his bed. Usually I just pick up his limp, sack of potatoes body and put it in bed, cover him up, kiss him on the forehead and leave without him so much as making a whimper.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last night was different though. The actions and conversation are as follows:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I pick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LD</span> up and he slightly wakes up but doesn't say a word. I lay him in bed and go back for his favorite pillow and blanket that are still in the doorway. I lay his pillow in his arms and put the blanket on him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LD</span>: (with eyes half mast) Thank you for pillow mommy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ME: You're welcome sweetie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LD</span>: (still half asleep) Goodnight mommy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: Goodnight sweetie, I love you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LD</span>: (with a sleepy smile on his face) I love you mommy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: (as I pull the blankets around him closer) Sleep tight and stay warm little man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LD</span>: (still with that sleepy smile) Night mommy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and off to dream land he went with that sleepy smile on his face. It was so cute that it just melted my heart. After the day I had, God just made a huge smile in my heart with my little man. It was a moment that I so needed that night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love my little boy....sigh.....</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-87370501776186027072007-11-05T19:02:00.000-06:002007-11-05T19:09:41.480-06:00So once you have what you wanted...then what?<span style="font-weight: bold;">My house is clean. I don't mean it looks clean. I mean it is uncluttered! I mean it has been purged of all of the junk that I accumulated and kept for no apparent reason. It is CLEAN!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I now have kids rooms that can be walked in. How did that happen? There are no toys everywhere falling off of every shelf. We must have gotten rid of at least 3 boxes of toys.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I no longer have to cram the drawers shut. The clothes actually fit into the drawers without overflowing....IN ALL OF OUR ROOMS! That in itself is a miracle. I got rid of at least 6 garbage bags of our clothes and 4 boxes of kids clothes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was ruthless. You should have seen me! I was SMOKIN'! TOSS, KEEP, DONATE, EWWW....and whatever came to mind as I was shown things. It felt so gooooooood!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So now what do I do with myself? I have always had this underlying guilt that my house was cluttered and it kind of just ate at me all the time. Now it isn't and it just doesn't feel right! I lived the other way so long that I don't know what to do with myself now!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I guess I should tackle the garage one of these days. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!!!!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-5148551451688270442007-10-29T23:43:00.000-05:002007-10-30T00:06:17.594-05:00The bandit strikes again!<span style="font-weight: bold;">If this stinking thing doesn't quit getting into my garbage I'm going to scream!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok...want a funny visual? I actually was throwing baby red potatoes at it trying to get it to leave my yard. I can just imagine how that looked! LOL</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Yeah...I'm a dork. You don't have to tell me.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I tried calling animal control before and they won't deal with it. They told me to buy a trap. Ok...then what? I'd have that trap out for weeks b/c there is like a whole family of the little stinkers living around here. I live near a wooded area...they like my place!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I let the dog out and she chased the bandit up our fence. The determined little gus just stood on the top of the fence waiting for the dog to go back in so he/she could go back to what he/she was doing. Talk about gall!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">DH wants to get an air rifle just to encourage the bandits to stop coming back. I don't know if I like that idea but I don't blame him since he is the one cleaning up their messes all the time.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here is his/her mugshot in case you spot the critter! There is no reward other then you that you are keeping our property clean of garbage!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLe7GrIAMse8GPRJGyb12Pnw6NtuOYAraJvKelP-DatiBTIw_JzoIdnE-dkeUeeO6eWiMzAr58A9Tr9wXUAo86BjWHXEBnCIsEYnKjRsGHUTvN8kLyHxG9yhNNLYPA_mm-wUruDXZyjLk/s1600-h/coon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLe7GrIAMse8GPRJGyb12Pnw6NtuOYAraJvKelP-DatiBTIw_JzoIdnE-dkeUeeO6eWiMzAr58A9Tr9wXUAo86BjWHXEBnCIsEYnKjRsGHUTvN8kLyHxG9yhNNLYPA_mm-wUruDXZyjLk/s200/coon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126991253263079890" border="0" /></a>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-64003716127543418262007-10-29T23:10:00.000-05:002007-10-29T23:18:19.452-05:00An act of God...<span style="font-weight: bold;">...or a least a half a dozen church ladies. That is what it took to get my bedroom decluttered. WOW DOES IT LOOK GREAT!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I didn't know you were supposed to be able to see anything below your shoulders while standing up in a vanity mirror! Who knew you were supposed to be able to shut ALL of your drawers of your dresser? You mean to tell me that clothes are not supposed to be packed tighter then sardines in the closet?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY TELL ME THESE THINGS? I would have done this a lot sooner! Ok...so that last part was a tall tale, but it sounded good!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So anyways...I can actually lay in my bed and not feel like my room is going to attack me. I can walk all the way to both dressers without tripping on anything. I can pull clothing out of the closet without having 5 things fall of the hangers from the friction! These feats are right up there with the parting of the Red Sea! I just never thought it would happen!<br /><br />Believe it or not...I actually got rid of 2 garbage bags worth of yarn! That is a true miracle! I donated it to the craft group at the church because they can always use scrap yarn. I think that in itself is a huge event. ME PART WITH YARN???? WHO KNEW? LOL<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU MOPS LADIES FOR ORGANIZING THE UNORGANIZABLE!!!! YOU GALS ARE THE GREATEST!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-45934443085195633572007-10-28T23:47:00.000-05:002007-10-28T23:55:27.942-05:00So we are on to conquering my bedroom<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes...I do mean conquering. When we changed our office into Little D's room so Princess Grabby Hands could have the nursery...well...all the stuff had to go somewhere and only a small amount of it could go in the new desk in the living room. Can you guess where the rest went?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Since that cold February day (yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PGH</span> slept in our room for quite a while out of me being too lazy to switch rooms) we have harbored things such as a sewing machine, a few huge Rubbermaid containers full of yarn, a book shelf, some cork boards and many other items in our bedroom. Let's just say that my bedroom looks more like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sandford</span> and Son instead of Martha Stuart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have some lovely MOPS mommies coming buy to help. They are organizers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">extraordinaire</span>. Either they are that darn good or they just don't know what they are getting themselves into! I probably have bottles of hair products and perfume in there that have dust on their dust. Mounds of clothes that don't have a home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS! I NEED A RETREAT IN MY OWN HOME!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You can't tell I'm excited, can you?</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-87438669487054903892007-10-25T11:10:00.000-05:002007-10-25T11:15:55.790-05:00BLOW OUT!<span class="postbody"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We dropped Little D off at grandma's today and brought Princess Grabby Hands in for her 15 month check up and shots. We were almost home and went over some tracks and POW...the tire blew. The other back tire went slowly flat because there was a nail in it. OH JOY! </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SO...we were just 2 blocks from the local tire place so we slowly drove there and they are looking at it now. The one with the nail can be fixed but the other one is a complete blow out. There goes about $90. Isn't that grand? Well, wait a minute...I'm glad it wasn't a grand. I guess it could have been worse.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I left hubby there and walked home with PGH in the stroller because I didn't know how long it was going to take and with PGH just getting shots, I didn't want her having to sit in a tire place for a couple of hours and being uncomfy. Thank God for me being very prepared because I had plenty of blankets in the van to cover her with and cover most of the stroller with because it's super windy out and only 50 degrees. It was about a mile from the tire place to home. Not a bad walk but considering poor baby just got shots. Let's just say she wasn't pleased. </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Not how I wanted to spend my morning but what can ya do? SIGH....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PGH is only 15 months and already 32 inches tall. She is 25 lbs 8 oz. My little girl is going to be an Amazon woman! Considering she started life on the 20th percentile for height and weight for the first 5 months....she sure made up for it now! She is now in the 88th percentile for height and 83rd percentile for weight. She is just a really tall girl! SOB....I don't want my baby to grow up yet!</span><br /></span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-36033847978848700502007-10-24T13:25:00.001-05:002007-10-24T23:10:00.327-05:00Squirming Cat + Scissors + Wrist = Tetanus Shot<span style="font-weight: bold;">So first of all...I guess I should not be using small embroidery scissors for cutting matted hair off of a wiggly cat. D'OH!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cats are very squirmy, in case you didn't know. Scissors that are as skinny as a fork tine plunging into your wrist does not feel good, in case you didn't know. AND...trying to figure out when you had your last tetanus shot at 10:00 at night can be frustrating, in case you didn't know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So now that you've had the bullet points, here is what happened:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was trying to cut matted hair out of my over furry cat. He usually doesn't move too much but I guess he was just in a mood and decided in mid cut that he needed to flip off of my lap. The scissors slipped and rammed right into my wrist causing one side of the blade to go about 1/2 inch into my wrist. THANK GOD IT MISSED THE ARTERY BY AN INCH! That would have been horrid!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As I was trying to get the pain to stop, I thought that maybe I may need to get a tetanus shot. Now to the normal people, this shouldn't be too hard to figure out. BUT to an accident prone Annie...this is hard to figure out. I have cut or hurt myself more times then I can imagine. Couldn't be that I don't use the right tool for the job...NOOOOOOO! >insert eye roll here<</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, going back through the years by each mishap, hubby said he didn't recall me getting a shot since we've been together and that was 8 years ago next month. Then I had to recall the 2 years before that. I realized that I must have gotten one at least 11 or 12 years ago when I cut my hand on a metal blind while working at a blind factory. That had to be it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Off I went the next morning for a shot. Oh fun. I was ready for them to take me away in a straight jacket thinking that I tried to off myself or something because of it being on my wrist. I can tell you that if someone was trying to commit suicide, scissor puncture to the wrist is not the first choice they would go with.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So now it is a day later and my arm is killing me! The wrist feels ok. It's where the shot was that feels like a professional wrestler socked me in the arm. OUCH! I can't wait for this knot to go away now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So...at least I'm good for another 10 years...right? >another big eye roll here<</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-50645854552929558542007-10-20T19:35:00.000-05:002007-10-20T19:45:36.909-05:00Yes it really is our anniversary<span style="font-weight: bold;">And the whole day has went by and I don't think either hubby nor I even thought to say HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to each other. What does that say about us? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We aren't mad at each other. We aren't even frustrated with each other. I just don't think either of us has it in us to think of this day as any other day. It just is what it is.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So anyways....it's been 6 years since we tied the knot. We got married on Sweetest Day in 2001 just 39 days after the Twin Towers were attacked. How's that for starting your marriage off realizing how much you really mean to each other? We knew from that point on how fleeting life was and there are no guarantees that we will be here tomorrow. I guess that has made us respect and love each other that much deeper because we can't know how long we will have each other.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, onward and upward with the happier stuff. We enjoyed the morning at the park with the kids. While Little D found it fun to try to leave with other families (I guess we just aren't meeting his standards or something)...Princess Grabby Hands decided to wander the streets...LITERALLY! She kept making a bee line for the parking lot keeping mom and dad (mainly daddy) on their toes. What a little stinker. Apparently the fun park stuff wasn't doing it for her...she wanted to go play out in traffic!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Six years have passed since we said I do. Are we more in love? Maybe. Are we sick of each other yet? I don't think so. Hey...neither of us has ripped the others head clear off his neck. I think that says something right there! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So this year starts the 7 year itch. I doubt it will effect us in any way. I don't either of us has any energy to want to start a new relationship with anyone else. I doubt either of us would find anyone better for each other anyways. We balance each other too well. While hubby is an eternal pessimist, I'm the cheerleader optimist. Even when I am in a funk, hubby turns it around and becomes the cheerleader for me. We just switch roles seamlessly sometimes as the need arises.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So here is to another 6 years and beyond. I just pray that we will both be on this earth to grow old together and see our grandchildren and great grandchildren. We have to be able to spoil with abandon someday don't we? Can't do it to our own kids or else pandemonium would ensue....have to wait for grandchildren!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-34080899260736748702007-10-15T18:53:00.000-05:002007-10-15T19:17:27.407-05:00Even licensed professionals shouldn't color their hair on their own...<span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, I started out with drab medium brown hair. I have no clue if that is my real hair color. I haven't had just my own hair color since I was 15 years old. That is another story though...it was the 80's...I had to be a bleach blond! LOL</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anywho...I decided I wanted blond highlights. Well, more like streaks. I wanted them to stand out a bit but not be totally bright. I guess I'm no longer making sense here, but I digress. I was too lazy to go to the beauty supply store and do it professionally with the right supplies so I decided to do a box of highlighting stuff from the store. How the heck does the normal person do the streaks right when a licensed professional can't do it the way the box tells you to? This is ridiculous.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have my hubby help me. He is going off of what I was telling him to do and apparently not getting it. My hair came out striped and very uneven. Let me tell you....I was not going out of the house like that. The blond was TOOOOOO blond and it was in funky chunks (not funky in a good way).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strike two...An hour after the first mess up, I get hubby to go buy another box of color. I tell him to pick up a dark red to cover up the streaks and hope that I end up with dark red hair with strawberry highlights. The only way to describe the color that resulted from that application is "OH MY GOSH IS THIS RED!" I think if I went outside someone would think my head was on fire and douse me with a bucket of water. This cannot stay either. We won't even go into the fact that the blond now looks rather orange and still splotchy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So now on to try number three. The next morning we couldn't go to church because the kids were sick. I guess part of me was relieved because I didn't want to go their with hair that looked as if Satan had a hand in picking the color (totally not hubby's fault...the color looked great on the box). I slap a hat on my head and run to the store myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I find a nice neutral light brown and figure that it would blend the blond (er..orange blotches) and tone down the red. I shove this third color in less then 24 hours on my head and wait the 25 minutes. I wash it out and this is what I now have:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSOafGXDnFY4lbko7UuWBjoVzXOMdAIi7HsUR6ZOeNGXUb2faz71wej4UdVyuXdpeqPlVYUxN46AmGWI7o-tP7-oAQd92QKESCxpfXqDblQNFTvUV__pZNHrgJvbLv2rGkCzCAsvkg3A/s1600-h/redhead.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSOafGXDnFY4lbko7UuWBjoVzXOMdAIi7HsUR6ZOeNGXUb2faz71wej4UdVyuXdpeqPlVYUxN46AmGWI7o-tP7-oAQd92QKESCxpfXqDblQNFTvUV__pZNHrgJvbLv2rGkCzCAsvkg3A/s320/redhead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121718660833701202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not that it's bad, it's just not what I had planned on. I wanted my medium to light brown hair with blond highlights. I got dark reddish auburn hair instead. Oh well. At least I am presentable and am getting compliments on it. Maybe next time I won't take the *ahem* easy way out and do it right the first time. >INSERT HUGE EYE ROLL HERE!<</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Onto the next order of business...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two words...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >CRACK KILLS!!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ktQ4Ea9ba8AoJfmsjhzlIiukBweGc7-jImJEw8AeO94C9HSvWIrVHk7Rac2RPoC5wW9uRk6-9Of2CiYmTkYCf89PynsIqAknxIfeXBCxsBLmjvVNiEQsD54LXg_y914l6ToUgafKNBE/s1600-h/cracked.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ktQ4Ea9ba8AoJfmsjhzlIiukBweGc7-jImJEw8AeO94C9HSvWIrVHk7Rac2RPoC5wW9uRk6-9Of2CiYmTkYCf89PynsIqAknxIfeXBCxsBLmjvVNiEQsD54LXg_y914l6ToUgafKNBE/s320/cracked.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121718665128668514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes...that is Little D and Princess Grabby Hands watching TV. I have no clue why her diaper was so baggy but I just had to get a picture of her little baby butt crack hanging out. It was too cute to pass up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now back your regularly scheduled web surfing....</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-85689548489948010392007-10-14T21:07:00.000-05:002007-10-14T21:14:08.364-05:00I'm going to glue his butt to the bed<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">AHHHHHHHHHHHHH</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think we have a record tonight. I lost count but I do know that little D was up a minimum of 15 times tonight. It's so hard to stay mad at a little boy yelling "I NEED A KISS" from the other room.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let's see...the list of excuses tonight:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I need a kiss." 4 times</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Look at my cars." twice</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Car on the lines." (on his street rug in his room)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Need trains on my bed." (I don't think so young man. Trains can stay on the train table.)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Threw a foam chair over the gate in his doorway and then crawled over and landed on it.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Shmuzzy</span> bear need shoe." (Bear's shoe fell off...or rather was taken off to give <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LD</span> a reason to get out of bed.)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Need more cars."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Comes out with fireman hat.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Comes out with foam chair to watch TV.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The list is probably longer but my frazzled brain may have forgotten some of the excuses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would never do it but there are nights that duct tape and bungee cords pop into my mind! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span></span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-36893305486651378542007-10-12T19:22:00.000-05:002007-10-12T19:30:01.146-05:00The adventures of Calamity Jane<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, I'm talking about Princess Grabby Hands. No, we haven't officially changed her name but I am contemplating it after this past week!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel like that commercial "It will be a miracle if she makes it to 2." She came into this world and within 3 weeks Little D dropped a board book on her head. I think that should have been an prophesy of things to come.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Within this week the child has fallen off of 4 chairs (thankfully they are children's chairs and not regular ones), got a minor shiner from tripping over the end of a wooden slide in a toddler area, had a bruise on her shin (no clue where it came from), bumped her head multiple times on various items and got shoved off of a mini-trampoline that is for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LD's</span> therapy. I wonder who could have shoved her....hmm......can you even dare to guess! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It will truly be a miracle if she makes it to 18 months much less 2 years old. The child is definitely Calamity Jane. I will be shocked if she makes it to her second birthday without stitches. Then again, I said the same thing about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LD</span> and he hasn't had stitches yet so I'm amazed at him as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think I have a lot of worry ahead for years to come. Oh fun!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-14981934781736454362007-10-08T19:17:00.001-05:002007-10-08T19:23:28.790-05:00Gotta love selective hearing<span style="font-weight: bold;">Why is it that a child who cannot hear his name when it is being shouted from three feet away 20 times can hear the ear splitting crash of two marshmallows colliding in mid air?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can literally be just a few feet from Little D shouting his name numerous times and he won't even flinch. I feel sorry for his future wife! He has the "male" selective hearing times 10! AND...yes, we've had his hearing checked as well as looked for fluid in the ears. He just doesn't hear what he doesn't want to hear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This same child can hear me pulling one little jellybean out of a bowl from the opposite end of the house and come running out with his hand open. Where is this super sensitive hearing when I am calling him to pick up toys?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I know when LD is back in his room with Princess Grabby Hands that he is trying to pull her into his ways! She sometimes can be the same way! Bring out some food of any sort and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PGH</span> comes toddling through so fast there is smoke coming from her tootsies!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe that is the key...I need to stop calling for them and just start rustling wrappers and bags out in the living room. Maybe they'll catch on too fast but I might fool them for at least a week or so!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-22534214773231147002007-10-04T21:03:00.000-05:002007-10-04T21:53:35.750-05:00Oh Pumpkin, Where Art Thou<span style="font-weight: bold;">Today was PUMPKIN PATCH DAY at the Little D and Princess Grabby Hands household. Grandma treated us and Auntie came along for the ride! What a great day!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">From singing chickens:</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuUzmv2kqlf91LgXb6QuQnSjuu3jZxEDIeFfqZ0O0J7HvDDk8e2qURE3g33EruqHRyOGrcTnmfSrUxHonaEV98X1PoHftWfm90p-XJeC9q84Vzhx6pdw5gkboZrcd42pAu316E6rcafw/s1600-h/IMG_3535.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuUzmv2kqlf91LgXb6QuQnSjuu3jZxEDIeFfqZ0O0J7HvDDk8e2qURE3g33EruqHRyOGrcTnmfSrUxHonaEV98X1PoHftWfm90p-XJeC9q84Vzhx6pdw5gkboZrcd42pAu316E6rcafw/s200/IMG_3535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669048854068850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To train rides with mom and dad:</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6iMpBKJNU8MqekcZWev3S1Vx3hUp3VzSlWJJjXS2U2BCjrswvG1c8PiaYmeGauKSR35x-YLvA-hpvTOfH4gP1yer5pS6_QPrXNdqb0GwZgr3eZAKgUG6LVaUD2NmxdRyTitvjk_Q2yg/s1600-h/IMG_3537.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6iMpBKJNU8MqekcZWev3S1Vx3hUp3VzSlWJJjXS2U2BCjrswvG1c8PiaYmeGauKSR35x-YLvA-hpvTOfH4gP1yer5pS6_QPrXNdqb0GwZgr3eZAKgUG6LVaUD2NmxdRyTitvjk_Q2yg/s200/IMG_3537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669053149036162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKqmhcu9Ea_ZGUHWQ9LgTIN4kx0t1YkYj2MEd2RVQcuw7RpqXJhmyRr_rzM3sq5Vz5X-GK2Nz2nwHRBcMC35vHqiwBwfSnj4kvyJ0PySjNaQhP-0qPc27HHv9ygccAHteoObzionU1oo/s1600-h/IMG_3577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKqmhcu9Ea_ZGUHWQ9LgTIN4kx0t1YkYj2MEd2RVQcuw7RpqXJhmyRr_rzM3sq5Vz5X-GK2Nz2nwHRBcMC35vHqiwBwfSnj4kvyJ0PySjNaQhP-0qPc27HHv9ygccAHteoObzionU1oo/s200/IMG_3577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117671436855885554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fun was had by all! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LD</span> got to root for pig number one (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sqealy</span> Ray <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cirus</span>) and his little porker took first place. Here he is cheering his piggy on with Grandma (his most favorite person in the world).</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MPU-rD5EpK9_5Gcx613WbTsKyYZzBQCzIeE8Pudxi-ji3TsArKUQbQKyeliZR1NB_W7GDv0vt7fp8wgT4xt1TpzDAQQGHqs1fx1yxvVkz5ZsVz5tKjkQmSdXwkKM6uWqjtEmeXrMlnY/s1600-h/IMG_3579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MPU-rD5EpK9_5Gcx613WbTsKyYZzBQCzIeE8Pudxi-ji3TsArKUQbQKyeliZR1NB_W7GDv0vt7fp8wgT4xt1TpzDAQQGHqs1fx1yxvVkz5ZsVz5tKjkQmSdXwkKM6uWqjtEmeXrMlnY/s200/IMG_3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117671441150852866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PGH</span> helped cheer on the piggies with Daddy.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZLFM2CiTuCT6vKoUXz3RZj2mz0NC8zr9RuInO6lI9B0aAxzhGe6kCq_0qR0gfiD1ipv_va_jYAiSt9oUZxVgzsMxQX40KuEEwlDGoJA5XoE5k2R0KvB5OtGWwNijLO01q6vlyFsunb0/s1600-h/IMG_3580.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZLFM2CiTuCT6vKoUXz3RZj2mz0NC8zr9RuInO6lI9B0aAxzhGe6kCq_0qR0gfiD1ipv_va_jYAiSt9oUZxVgzsMxQX40KuEEwlDGoJA5XoE5k2R0KvB5OtGWwNijLO01q6vlyFsunb0/s200/IMG_3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669061738970786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here he is going up to accept his sticker for being a #1 PIG ROOTER and his first place ribbon. He wouldn't let me take a picture with the ribbon.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbUXcMTAlUEnIosjjAffKlpnyrnbjqLnI0zkCGCHEYK6I-8bpk5yNeZrxI7IDDHojld6YjTNbsYPDx-vnKLqRpV1TN0OVWRPDmOx-w05dm4woQ9WNDdMozso1aftW9hneitnL4JM8318/s1600-h/IMG_3553.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbUXcMTAlUEnIosjjAffKlpnyrnbjqLnI0zkCGCHEYK6I-8bpk5yNeZrxI7IDDHojld6YjTNbsYPDx-vnKLqRpV1TN0OVWRPDmOx-w05dm4woQ9WNDdMozso1aftW9hneitnL4JM8318/s200/IMG_3553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117671415381049042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PGH</span> sits among the giant orange things, of which she has no idea what they are, while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LD</span> searches for just the right pumpkin.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuubCk54xrl5PjfMUpQSH0BfslV_9WfTuLeLz_mdRaXAXxa_kxqpIxkpNH95dm2BsrHlskXVJ_FscN36dvZQ1UySS4dLvl9PfvKbAagrMRIQFGf8i5gX2hF98gSrJztNda_Fmmh-RHOtk/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuubCk54xrl5PjfMUpQSH0BfslV_9WfTuLeLz_mdRaXAXxa_kxqpIxkpNH95dm2BsrHlskXVJ_FscN36dvZQ1UySS4dLvl9PfvKbAagrMRIQFGf8i5gX2hF98gSrJztNda_Fmmh-RHOtk/s200/IMG_3603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669066033938098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LD</span> gets to pick a pumpkin. Of course he NEEDS the 31 lb pumpkin. What kid doesn't? I guess when you are as cute as he is and the apple of Grandma's eye, you can get her to pay $9 for a pumpkin! LOL</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZkKAYwfGiAZgZSraUaXCD4tRATa40QUhvuasvxyMuCGQ_z38B9tCN8nvkUtIlq6aqcf1p-t8Nz1pESI2R94dQFvYgp5I5wNi13YwocnubBM29MjyYoIclpJEJllNbSnNvFaWkLFo5ec/s1600-h/IMG_3551.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZkKAYwfGiAZgZSraUaXCD4tRATa40QUhvuasvxyMuCGQ_z38B9tCN8nvkUtIlq6aqcf1p-t8Nz1pESI2R94dQFvYgp5I5wNi13YwocnubBM29MjyYoIclpJEJllNbSnNvFaWkLFo5ec/s200/IMG_3551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117671419676016354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PGH</span> is tuckered out. It's been a long day for her majesty! Why can't I have a ride when I am tired at the end of a fun day? No fair!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7WV73GPKIkROnEbpfJm-7A-Vaosyppug2O8IB8UKlEll6cbi4wKizgBd1s-i4o9LKzl7F008CMUrGTeGa3MBr-2GDp1OeLHUGAidvjQr83GnYNmp2kBxZoBhs-WUYu__URiYQfiB03c/s1600-h/IMG_3543.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7WV73GPKIkROnEbpfJm-7A-Vaosyppug2O8IB8UKlEll6cbi4wKizgBd1s-i4o9LKzl7F008CMUrGTeGa3MBr-2GDp1OeLHUGAidvjQr83GnYNmp2kBxZoBhs-WUYu__URiYQfiB03c/s200/IMG_3543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669057444003474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I still want my stinking Alpaca farm so I can make my own yarn and sell it on eBay! What a cute, hungry Alpaca. This one ate almost my entire little cup of carrots! We couldn't resist her (at least I think it was a her) beautiful, huge eyes!<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What a great day. It was 84 degrees and sunny with a slight breeze. It was almost empty in there because it was just after the school kids left from the field trips and just before parents got off work to bring in more kids. There must have only been about 50 people in the whole place (not including workers). What a perfect time to get there (1:30 pm).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh...Just to bring a smile to your face...here is a little video of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LD</span> dancing with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Can Can</span> Chickens. He loves them. AND NO...It's not my foot tapping him on the butt. That is Auntie's foot! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You've heard of Dancing With the Stars! Now watch Dancing With the Chickens! </span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxekj6lW5YWc2G4HH92SlI9kDy6f04aaWG4YiFq-njy2UILF_DnWnw7VOau4lr6igxjRkQt8C6Jbo5Q1gcQjA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-49270082959277907892007-10-03T22:17:00.001-05:002007-10-03T22:32:30.025-05:00Why must I be the keeper of the toilet paper?<span style="font-weight: bold;">Am I the only adult capable in this house to change the roll? I guess so!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can almost guarantee that if there is a roll that is almost empty, hubby will use all but 2 sheets of toilet paper to avoid changing the roll. You know....IT'S NOT EMPTY YET....as the excuse. Yeah, like what can I do with 2 sheets of toilet paper? Pick a booger? I couldn't even blow my nose with that small amount!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The last time I went into the bathroom I made sure to tell hubby to bring a roll in with him since it is almost empty. That was earlier this afternoon. I go in there a few minutes ago (mind you this is now about 8 hours later) and find the roll with a few wisps of toilet paper hanging off of it and the new roll still sitting on the back of the toilet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think this is an epidemic. I know many other "Keepers of the toilet paper" as well and their complaints are the same. I guess pushing that spindle together to pop out, pulling the cardboard roll off, sliding the new roll on and then pushing the spindle back into the holder is just too hard.<br /><br />Maybe we should start a school. "TOILET PAPER INSTILLATION FOR THE ROLL REMOVAL CHALLANGED 101" We'll save 102 for recognizing that the roll will be empty enough soon to make sure another roll is available for the next person in case they need it. I can guarantee that there would be a line of wives out the door signing up husbands and kids left and right. Now if we could actually get said husbands and kids to attend the class...that is the problem.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So...off I go keeping fannies wiped and keeping females from having to drip dry. Into the night I whoosh making sure that nobody is needing to yell through the door "I NEED A ROLL!" For I am KEEPER OF THE TOILET PAPER! The mightiest of all!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So join me! KEEPERS OF THE TOILET PAPER UNITE! Or is it untie? No matter, I will keep all toilet paper spindles filled or die trying! Or maybe it's try dying...no no no! Maybe do some tie dying? Whichever! AND I'M OFF! >Way off....just ask my hubby!<</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-19349742793861882442007-10-02T20:16:00.000-05:002007-10-02T20:35:47.992-05:00Let's play the "NOT STAY IN BED" game<span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't know who is worse lately...Little D or Princess Grabby Hands! Who knew that two children under 3 years old could play this game so well? Is there a private school that I don't know about that they are attending during nap time or something?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here is the scenario:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I put them both in bed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PGH</span> cries like I just put her down to be eaten by wolves or something. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LD</span> smiles and says NIGHT MOM and grabs his pillow. I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LD</span> is just humoring me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PGH</span> calms down and I think all is well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Within 30 minutes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LD</span> will hop out of bed and bound into the living room. Usually it is "I got hiccups" or "Tie my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bear's</span> shoe (which is already tied, by the way)" or "I need kisses" or about 20 other phrases he has decided are great excuses for getting out of bed. Anyone have some duct tape for this kid? UGH! Bungee cords??? ANYTHING??? I'm desperate!<br /><br />With LD, I follow the GET BACK IN BED now method and lead him in there. Works sometimes but not others. If only I had the patience of Supernanny! Yeah right! Does she even have kids? Patience is not for those that have them. Patience is for those that can give them back to their parents after a few hours!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LD</span> gets...well...not quiet but at least he gets it that he has to stay in bed. Within an hour, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PGH</span> (who has been asleep this whole time) will wake up screaming bloody murder. I wait a few minutes thinking that maybe she just woke up startled and will go back to sleep. No...I am not ignoring her...well, maybe yes I am but this is a nightly pattern so I doubt anything is really wrong with her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">After about 3 to 5 minutes of the crying to get more pitiful, I finally check on her. She sits there with fear in her eyes and wants to come out of bed NOW! I pick her up to calm her. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">PGH</span> is fine the second she is in my arms. I try to put her back down. No go. She wants to stay up now! SIGH....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I bring her to the living room and rock her for a little bit. She starts dozing off and I think "HEY...LET'S TRY THE BED THING AGAIN!!!!" As soon as I stand up her eyes pop wide open. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!</span> I get her in her room and she cries her face off in the crib. I tell her goodnight and let her cry. It's usually over within about 5 minutes when she realizes that mom won't let her stay up all night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now it's even worse when Daddy is home. When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">PGH</span> gets up, she flirts so horribly with Daddy that he will hold her for an hour! No wonder she is doing this nightly pattern. She knows Daddy will give in because she is just that darn cute! He is in huge trouble with that one. He can't resist my puppy dog eyes and she has them, too! We are so lucky that I control the check book or else this child would probably get him to buy her a toy store!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As I type, I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">PGH</span> finally calmed down and back to slumber land. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">LD</span> is in his room counting loudly (as he does so often while trying to get to sleep) but it's getting quieter and slower so he must be calming down as well. Maybe, just maybe I'll get peace and quiet by 9:00 pm! I can wish can't I? As my grandpa used to say..."Sit on one hand and wish on the other, then see which gets filled first." Grandpas are so full of wisdom, aren't they? ;) I can't wait to get old and cantankerous so I can fill my grandkids with such wisdom! LOL<br /></span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-50355959910619521192007-10-01T16:42:00.000-05:002007-10-01T20:50:04.546-05:00A root canal is nowhere near a filling!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok, when you are going in expecting just a filling and leave with a root canal...your day isn't that wonderful! BLEH!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I went in today expecting to get one or two teeth filled. I had a lost filling and a broken tooth but thought they were just filling worthy and even the person who did the initial exam said fillings. Well, that is the last time I listen to anybody but the person who will actually be working on my teeth!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I go in and am told that BOTH TEETH need root canals. OH FUN! I only got one done today. I go back for the other one at the end of the month. I have to wait on the crown portions because of the expense but at least the pain of the nerve will end.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok...you can hate me now...it wasn't that bad. I've heard horror stories of people jumping out of the chair. I was numbed up and it began. The dentist was the most soft spoken and calm man I have ever been around. Part way through I felt a little twinge and he said I would need another shot in the actual nerve. I was waiting to be hanging from the ceiling by my finger nails during this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He injected the nerve and counted to 5 (expecting me to cling to the chair like a baby monkey hanging for dear life as it's mom swung through the jungle). I just sat there like nothing was happening. The dentist looked at me in shock. He asked if I had felt it. I said yes but it wasn't more then a tiny pinch that was gone in less then a second. He said that is the part everyone dreads and why they put off getting a root canal for long periods of time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Either I have the highest pain tolerance on the planet or other people are just way too sensitive! I don't get it. I really didn't find it to be that big of a deal. Is root canal pain just over rated for extra sympathy?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, now I sit here drooling on myself like an infant and hungry as all get out. I don't dare eat because none of it would stay in my mouth anyways right now. My lip feels about the size of Daffy Duck's beak! My tongue feels like someone shoved an over inflated hot dog in my mouth. Such a lovely picture I am painting for you, isn't it?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So go on and eat your lovely dinners and think of me with a mouth so numb that I could get 1000 piercings in it and not feel even one (not that I would but you get the picture) and talking out of the side of my mouth. WOOHOO! >INSERT HUGE EYE ROLL HERE<</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579211450977798308.post-65236364044056550832007-09-30T13:56:00.000-05:002007-09-30T13:59:03.895-05:00Lost Little D for 10 minutes today<span style="font-weight: bold;">I was so scared that I thought I would throw up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby was in the prayer room praying about this decision of leaving us for school. I got the kids from the nursery and went to wait outside of the room for him. A lady that runs the grief counseling group that I know was talking to me about what was going on and wanting my phone number to get some information to me. I let go of the kids (we were by a wall and it was pretty open ~ not too many people right next to us) and wrote it down. Princess Grabby Hands started toddling away and Little D ran after her to grab her with me following close behind. I grabbed PGH and next thing I knew, LD was nowhere to be found.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LD, being not even 3 years old yet and with autism, is completely fearless. I was petrified that he ran outside or any other worse situation that goes through a mom's mind when their kid is missing. I started dodging between people. There were so many there b/c it was right after the 9:30 service ended and people were coming in for the 11:00 service. I am shouting for LD at this point with everyone looking around to see who I was yelling for.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A woman from my retreat yesterday saw me and knowing my LD is autistic started searching frantically with me. She saw one of the security people (my hubby is on security too so we know them) and they went outside and alerted the greeters to look for him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10 minutes seemed like 10 hours at this point. I must have made the rounds around the church at least 15 times. I had PGH in my arms and left the diaper bag by the prayer room door. I pass by the prayer room door on another pass and guess who is there trying to lift the diaper bag.....YES MY SON!!!! PRAISE THE LORD!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just grabbed him and hugged him so tightly. I shoved both of the kids in the prayer room with daddy at this point (don't know why I didn't get him when this first happened but my brain was mush) and went to find those who were looking to tell them he had been found. By this time, my friend from the retreat was in tears herself and security was getting someone in a golf cart to drive around the parking lot. THANK YOU LORD FOR THOSE THAT CARE SO MUCH.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Needless to say, my eyes are red from crying now. We got to the van and buckled the kids in....I just lost it. I bawled for 5 minutes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, LD got "the lecture" about staying near mommy and never running off. And people wonder why I usually have him on a harness backpack thingy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!</span>DnAMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00465949218578037755noreply@blogger.com3