Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
“Did you have fun swimming today?” I asked. “Who did you go swimming with?”
“Mom.” He replied.
Confused I corrected him. “No, I didn’t go swimming. You went with Michelle.” He looked at me quizzically.
What? Then I realized, he meant Michelle when he said mom. I just didn’t get the joke.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I think I could have ignored the whole situation for several more months if not years despite Marcy’s occasional comments but I am not one to look a painting gift horse in the mouth. Thus you have my forced painting prep.
Fair Warning: Prepare for complaining.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
It’s interesting that Marcy made me sign up to go to this rally then she cancels. Hmmm, irony or conspiracy?
Anyway, I brought an apple and two granola bars and I lobbied for educating our children. Yes, I am now a lobbyist and you can send me hate mail and blame me for the collapse of the banking industry and I will laugh at your pain because that is the kind of person I am.
Monday, March 23, 2009
It didn’t involve much. I bought lasagna and rolls. I made green salad and brownies. But I have never been involved with planning dinner for a large group (sixty people) and it was emotionally stressful regardless of how much I reassured myself that it mostly involved shopping. I called my friend Cat two times from BJs to talk about salad and how much lasagna I should buy; and this after I discussed it with my husband and Marcy earlier!
The lunch was practice for the Staff Appreciation Breakfast at Will’s school which I volunteered Marcy to be in charge of. She in turn drafted me. Poor Marcy. She will rue the day she started hanging out with me!
But the musical was a success. My friend DK’s six year-old enjoyed it so much he jumped from his seat into the aisle and yelled, “YOU ROCK!”
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Today when I took him off his bus he started rubbing his eye again. I think my poor boy is scared of my finger.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bri, who was relatively content being the only seventh grader (and quite possibly the only student) in her entire school who was phoneless, decided that it would be the height of unfairness if her eleven year-old brother had a phone before she did. And I'm not sure she was convinced when I assured her I wasn’t going to buy Jake a phone to play games on.
But Bri, after months of listening to Jake describe his longing for a phone, decided that she too has a significant need for a phone. I, who only got a cell phone a year ago as I am hopelessly behind the times (not really, I was just trying to avoid calls from my children’s schools), have decided to buy Lizzy a phone just to play with their minds!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Not that we have a pet, or upholstered furniture for that matter.
I just watched the commercial. It's really not that funny. Maybe it would be if I turned the volume up to an eardrum piercing level?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My husband asked me, “Why do you assume that I’ll be the one in a wheelchair and in the nursing home.” I responded that there’s a place in my life where Karma and bad luck collide and I plan on them eventually moving in with me.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What!? He said it in such a calm way that I didn’t react for a couple of seconds as my mind tried to process the information. Then I went to the kitchen and sure enough, large flames were curling out of the garbage can! I grabbed the garbage can. Jake asked me where the fire extinguisher was but my first instinct was to pour water into it from the sink. It was too large to fit in the sink. So, I ran it to the bathtub and turned on the water. It was literally 30 seconds away from burning a hole through the bottom.
I told Jake that the next time something was on fire he should probably yell. I figure that won’t be too far in the future after all Will is a budding pyromaniac.
I asked my kids which of them decided to char the hamburger buns and transfer them to the garbage can. No one expressed any desire for black buns covered in plastic wrap so I asked Will if he set the garbage can on fire. He sang, “I am like a star shining brightly.”
I’m going to take that as a yes . . . but, Bri remains convinced it was Jake.
Monday, March 9, 2009
After I retrieved Lizzy from her bed she told me that going to bed at was great. “Can I go to bed at every night?” We compromised on . But I’m not holding my breath. I figure she’ll change her mind in, oh, about five and a half hours.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The problem with having a lot in the mountains for a tractor is that eventually you have to do something with the lot besides push dirt around. Even though my dad had bought a trailer for the tractor so they could go on drives together the tractor still felt lonely. So my dad decided to build a shed for the tractor to live in. It was a big shed; big enough for the tractor and the little camper that could go on my dad’s truck to live in. And the tractor was content . . . for a while.
But the tractor was lonely and talked my dad into moving up on the mountain lot and building a house. The tractor thought they could have a lot of fun together – pushing dirt around and digging holes. And it was fun, but it made for a long commute for my mom.
Then my dad got a dog. He named him Buddy (which ironically I often call William). Buddy also liked to go on rides in the truck with my dad, but what he loved the most was riding on the tractor with my dad. He loved riding on the tractor enough that once he actually tried to bribe my dad into letting him ride on his tractor by bringing him a rabbit. Imagine that will you -- “See this rabbit . . . it’s yours for one little, itsy, bitsy ride. Come on, come on. It’s a great rabbit so it’s totally worth a ride!”
Well, if you have a tractor, shed, outbuildings, a dog and a partially built house the only thing left to do is start collecting animals. So, my dad got a pony and a mare. The pony is mostly content being a horse, but the mare thinks she’s a dog. She acts like a dog. She plays like a dog. She comes when my dad calls her. But she still hasn’t figured out how to climb in the back of my dad’s pickup and she’s jealous of Buddy when he drives off with my dad! Next my dad got a steer. The mare terrorizes the steer. She chases him and she won’t let him sleep in the little barn even in the middle of winter.
The other day my dad called me and told the mare and the dog were playing hide and go seek. I thought that was ridiculous until I remembered my children played hide and go seek in our two-bedroom apartment and Bri once got stuck in a garbage can. Clearly there is some kind of family cross-breed defect.
So, my dad has a dog who likes riding on the tractor, a mare who thinks she’s a dog, a pony that tags along and a steer that’s terrorized by the mare. It’s like some misbegotten Dr. Doolittle farm gone terribly wrong.
And while all this is going on, my dad is slowly breaking every bone in his body -- some of them twice. Seriously! I talk to him on the phone and he’ll casually mention, “Yeah, I don’t feel great. I broke my foot again.”
I blame it all on the tractor!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Last night when I grabbed Jake to hug him, he turned into a medium noodle. I told him to firm up. He sat on the couch, “I’ve got to calm down!” He said, as he slowly breathed in and out. After a minute he got up and hugged me. Then he started giggling and said, “Wait, I need a minute to concentrate!”
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
ABA = Behavioral Therapy
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
On the way home the kids sung the song to him. But I guess he was over it by then because he told them, “all done” to get them to stop singing.