I had grown up in the church. It wasn't a life changing experience when I accepted Jesus into my heart as a child. It was to be the growth of another human soul under my heart that would change everything.
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I'd had a headache & was seeing spots for @ least 9 hours that day. It started before my H left for work & while I tried to read a book, I saw spots....I had no idea it was something to be concerned about. I had had headaches for as long as I could remember. I figured this Friday was no different.
After H went to work, I went to lay down, I was so tired all the time anyway. The headache never went away & eventually my MIL insisted that I call the doctor. I felt dumb calling over a simple headache but the spots were getting bigger & I was 7.5 mos pg w/ my first child that we knew would be a boy. It was almost time for H to be home from work by now anyway.
The ob was out of town so they referred me to a different one. He calmly told me I needed to go to a hospital immediately as it could be high blood pressure. H came home & I calmly reiterated the doctors instructions & not realizing the severity of the situation, w/ a chicken leg hanging out of his mouth, he asked, 'Can I eat dinner first?'. He was tired & it was after 9pm.
My MIL gave him a 'look', he changed his clothes & we were off. We had to pull over a couple times as I began vomitting. When we arrived @ the hospital they didn't seem to be very concerned & we had to fill out numerous forms & paperwork.
After rounds of tests, nurses asking ME how big I thought my baby was, did I think the baby was @ LEAST 5lbs?, more vomitting, not letting me drink ANYTHING, my parents arrived, I could no longer see straight, I remember the doctor came in & informed H & I that if my blood pressure did NOT go down they would 'take the baby' tonight---
We expected his next words to be, if my BP DID go down, we could all go home, BUT instead he said, if your BP does go down, we will take the baby tomorrow morning. So either way, I was about to have my first child, 6 weeks early, by cesarean section, @ 19 years old.
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Prior to this night, all my other 19 yo friends had told me how I was ruining my life, I was too young & how my life would NOT be the same, by getting married & having a baby. I was completely determined to prove them wrong. Nothing would change. I would be a cool mom, I'd still get an education & finish college. I'd be fine, they'd see AND besides, I was in love.
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He was in the hospital for 1 week, about 3 days longer than I was. He was only 4lbs 1 oz @ birth & weighed less than that when he came home. My grandma said, that when they first brought him out of the OR, she felt only sympathy for me that my first baby had 'died' because being so small, she thought for sure he was dead. His head was no bigger than a small orange. Besides being so tiny, he was perfectly healthy & was sent home early due to a sudden baby boom & an overcrowded nursery.
I was determined that my life would NOT change. I was determined to do everything that I had done before, baby or not. We took our baby everywhere. To the mall, walks to the park, every & anywhere. My life would NOT change, it would now just 'include baby'.
But for the first time, I no longer thought only of what *I* wanted. It was no longer about me. I realized early on that it never would be 'about me' again. Not only did this child have my heart but also my physical body. He needed me, to live.
This baby gave me nothing in return but I was captivated. The depth of love that I felt for him, unearned, amazed me, overwhelmed me. What a picture it was of how I come to Jesus, just wanting, needing, more & more, giving nothing, like a baby, helpless.
No longer was I a child. No longer could I take my life for granted. As one friend described, I was now in the 'club', the secret 'mommy club'. You suddenly understand things, indescribable things, deep in your soul that only a mother can understand. I understood, how broken Mary's heart must've been & how she must've physically ached when she saw her son, as her Lord, dying on that cross. How each stumble, bruise, scrape & scratch, pierced not only her heart but her soul. What a blessing to be a woman & experience, even a tiny glimpse of the compassion God has on us, as His creation.
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13 years ago today, @ 6:56 am, though I could not see clearly, my oldest son was lifted from my womb & contrary to my plans, my life would be, forever changed, in a million more ways than I could have ever imagined.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Look what I got!
Seriously---you know you're jealous! lol ;) My brother got it & gave it to me & DH. No reason---came w/ 35 games, INCLUDING: Pacman, Qbert, Asteroids, ET! lol & tons of other games.
I don't even know WHY I am so excited---but I TOTALLY am!
He got it off E-bay!
I can't even play it yet because he forgot the adapter wires, @ home, to hook it up----bummer---but I can't wait. OH! I think I'll NOW have something else to distract me from everyday life. If you don't see me on here anymore....you'll know where I am----running from some ghosts & eating digital fruit!
I know it's not the OG atari---& NES is STILL my absolute FAV & I'm still slightly bitter over H selling it @ a yard sale...but this is a nice consolation. ;)
Thursday, January 26, 2006
The Unmasking of a Jr high
The theme of the Jr Hi camp was 'taking off masks'. I liked it & looking @ the group of students we had w/ us, it seemed appropriate. I thought for sure I'd see some major changes over the weekend.
Towards the end of the weekend, looking @ our students & the other students @ camp, I realized that our students are pretty 'real' already.
I realized that they know they are rough, they are NOT your standard, clean-cut all American kids. They also aren't afraid to let you know it. They are pretty upfront & will tell you straight up that they're not sure about this 'Jesus thing', they aren't afraid to let you know they live w/ grandparents not their parents, or they live w/ their parents who are not married or that they live w/ each parent every other week. I realized too that most of them are not in the jr hi group because they are forced to 'go to church' by parents.
Most attend of their own free will. If they want to stand & worship they will, if they want to clap they will & if they don't, they won't & you can't make them. I realized that they are more real than many of us adults. They don't care how they "should be", they are who they are.
They will admit that they care most of all about the 'presents' they will get for Christmas, who the cute boys are & a myriad of other 'worldly' things. And deep down they still long for you to like them.
They really aren't fake, they just ARE. They ARE who they ARE & that's it.
For the past few months I have been debating about whether or not I should remain a Jr Hi leader or not (even though I've only started a few months ago). I felt like it was pointless most day as was my attendance every week. I felt like it just didn't matter if I was there or not & I was certainly NOT making a difference by being there.
Maybe I'm not but this weekend showed me that even though they don't fit into the nice & tidy package I would prefer to see & deal w/, they are who they are & they come every week, just like that.
And isn't this how Jesus wants us to approach Him anyway?
And don't we long for His acceptance, no matter what?
It gave me a new appreciation for these souls, no matter what thier (or maybe it's mine?) issues are---it's ok for them to 'just be'. kwim?
Towards the end of the weekend, looking @ our students & the other students @ camp, I realized that our students are pretty 'real' already.
I realized that they know they are rough, they are NOT your standard, clean-cut all American kids. They also aren't afraid to let you know it. They are pretty upfront & will tell you straight up that they're not sure about this 'Jesus thing', they aren't afraid to let you know they live w/ grandparents not their parents, or they live w/ their parents who are not married or that they live w/ each parent every other week. I realized too that most of them are not in the jr hi group because they are forced to 'go to church' by parents.
Most attend of their own free will. If they want to stand & worship they will, if they want to clap they will & if they don't, they won't & you can't make them. I realized that they are more real than many of us adults. They don't care how they "should be", they are who they are.
They will admit that they care most of all about the 'presents' they will get for Christmas, who the cute boys are & a myriad of other 'worldly' things. And deep down they still long for you to like them.
They really aren't fake, they just ARE. They ARE who they ARE & that's it.
For the past few months I have been debating about whether or not I should remain a Jr Hi leader or not (even though I've only started a few months ago). I felt like it was pointless most day as was my attendance every week. I felt like it just didn't matter if I was there or not & I was certainly NOT making a difference by being there.
Maybe I'm not but this weekend showed me that even though they don't fit into the nice & tidy package I would prefer to see & deal w/, they are who they are & they come every week, just like that.
And isn't this how Jesus wants us to approach Him anyway?
And don't we long for His acceptance, no matter what?
It gave me a new appreciation for these souls, no matter what thier (or maybe it's mine?) issues are---it's ok for them to 'just be'. kwim?
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Jr Hi Worship
Is LOUD! lol By the end of winter camp I was used to it...I think. What I really noticed though was how full of energy it was/is. It was exciting. Kids were jumping, clapping, raising hands AND singing.
Now granted, I did notice a few girls who only stood when the rest of their girl group was in unanimous agreement to stand & worship together, stand together, sit together & raise hands or not, together. But hey...I've got to give slack...it's STILL jr hi. Over all though...I think I felt more freedom in my personal worship surrounded by a bunch of jr hi-ers, than I normally do.
I WANTED to dance & raise my hands & clap To the Lord, For the Lord & W/ the Lord & w/ my young students. Now, that I'm back @ church, (& we have a GREAT worship band) I feel like it's just not enough. It actually feels too mellow, which is funny if you heard our Sunday night worship band. lol I wanna sing LOUD, raise my hands HIGH & dance & dance & dance.
On the last night @ camp...it did border on 'out-of-control'....& I'm pretty sure it was something the worship band had NEVER seen before. There was a space to the side of the stage, in front of the audience where some students & leaders would gather to stand & worship or dance & worship or jump & worship. It was a pretty cool but faster paced song....somehow a CONGA LINE started around the meeting hall...of course my students & I joined in. It was fun, it got clogged & I conga'd us right back to our seats.
WE seemed to have lost a few students along the way & somehow the group of students in that space in the front, to the side of the stage, headed up towards the stage & ONTO the stage. It had potential to be a worship riot! All these students flooded the stage & were singing & jumping. The female woship leader looked a bit scared. The male leader stopped the music & reminded the students to focus on WHO we were worshipping & keep it in perspective & somewhere in there directed them OFF the stage.
Luckily we only had 2 students up there. I then expected the worship leader to bring it 'down' a notch & start singing a slow song, it made perfect sense to me. But surprisingly, he restarted the same song. Everything was ok though & the students responded accordingly.
But if we could just harness that energy into our everyday worship lives.....how much more exciting & fresh would our lives seem?
Now granted, I did notice a few girls who only stood when the rest of their girl group was in unanimous agreement to stand & worship together, stand together, sit together & raise hands or not, together. But hey...I've got to give slack...it's STILL jr hi. Over all though...I think I felt more freedom in my personal worship surrounded by a bunch of jr hi-ers, than I normally do.
I WANTED to dance & raise my hands & clap To the Lord, For the Lord & W/ the Lord & w/ my young students. Now, that I'm back @ church, (& we have a GREAT worship band) I feel like it's just not enough. It actually feels too mellow, which is funny if you heard our Sunday night worship band. lol I wanna sing LOUD, raise my hands HIGH & dance & dance & dance.
On the last night @ camp...it did border on 'out-of-control'....& I'm pretty sure it was something the worship band had NEVER seen before. There was a space to the side of the stage, in front of the audience where some students & leaders would gather to stand & worship or dance & worship or jump & worship. It was a pretty cool but faster paced song....somehow a CONGA LINE started around the meeting hall...of course my students & I joined in. It was fun, it got clogged & I conga'd us right back to our seats.
WE seemed to have lost a few students along the way & somehow the group of students in that space in the front, to the side of the stage, headed up towards the stage & ONTO the stage. It had potential to be a worship riot! All these students flooded the stage & were singing & jumping. The female woship leader looked a bit scared. The male leader stopped the music & reminded the students to focus on WHO we were worshipping & keep it in perspective & somewhere in there directed them OFF the stage.
Luckily we only had 2 students up there. I then expected the worship leader to bring it 'down' a notch & start singing a slow song, it made perfect sense to me. But surprisingly, he restarted the same song. Everything was ok though & the students responded accordingly.
But if we could just harness that energy into our everyday worship lives.....how much more exciting & fresh would our lives seem?
Sunday, January 22, 2006
I'm Back!
Son in jr hi + mom/jr hi leader + winter camp = mom flying down the zip line UPSIDE down?
That's right...I took a flying leap...for some it was a leap of faith...I can get that. For me, it was pure fear. lol OR maybe it was just the thin air & lack of sufficient oxygen? But think about it, your harnessed to a rope & what is seperating your harness & that rope is only a centimeter thick metal caribiner thingy. ONE CENTIMETER! Now that I think about it more...WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Well, I know what I WAS thinking...I was thinking that I just took an hour long hike UPHILL, waited in line another 2 hours & the quickest way to get to the bathroom and/or back to campfoodlodging was to step off that way-too-high & not-too-steady platform & 'zip' down that line.
I was so excited the whole time we were waiting. We let the boys in our group go before us, so ds could film his ride down & then film us. It looked a bit scary but the closer we got to the front of the line, the more I convinced myself that hanging upside down would be NO big deal.
While in line....we held the spot while the boys climbed the rock wall, then traded & they held our spot while us girls went & did a climb. I had never done that before either & it was really cool....and HIGH. I regret NOT looking down when I finally got to the top. I looked down about half way up & thought it best if I NEVER look down again unless my feet were firmly planted on the ground I was looking down AT. kwim?
Finally it was only seconds before it would be our turn. Ds was before me w/ the boys. I could recognize the nervousness on his face...which was turning to fear. He had already admitted he is afraid of heights (but will ride roller coasters. lol) They were to jump off @ the count of 3.
I was cheering him on, telling him he was 'So cool, he could do it' & that 'he was my hero'. I was near the top of the rickety spiral staircase that leads to the platform & hadn't yet started to get a bit of 'stage fright' myself. I yelled if he was ok, he said: 'I don't think so'.....I KNOW you can do it! wooohoooo! I cheered. 1...2...3...w/o hesitation, he stepped off & was on his way.
Then it was our turn. I'd like to say I reacted as bravely.....Once I stepped on that platform & saw it swaying...my heart 'bout dropped. I walked slowly to my spot. I began to wonder how in the world I was going to hold on. I didn't think I would be able to hold on...WHAT was I supposed to hold on TO? The guy said I could hold onto the strap or the rope or both. I opted for both!
Your strapped into a belt/harness thingy so really, there is no need to hold on @ all. Me & the girls had promised ourselves we would even hang upside down like we saw so many boys do on their way down. On the way up one girl said she wasn't sure she was going to hang upside down after all, the other said she would. 1...2...3...they jumped....I...... hesitated...& hesitated. I now understood WHY my own DS was so scared.
I don't think I can do this. This really IS high. I can't back out now. I must take a step. They were already half way down & ahead of me. I don't want to look stupid. I already look stupid. How am I gonna do this? I gotta do this. Maybe I AM too old for this? I think I heard my son cheering my name....go mom! I grabbed my ropes, closed my eyes, & slowly stepped forward & off the platform.......SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER until my breath gave out. I opened my eyes & began to enjoy the ride, let go w/ one hand & leaned back as far as I could....it was almost hanging upside down!
My son greeted me @ the bottom. 'I'm so proud of you mom!' :oD
Well, I know what I WAS thinking...I was thinking that I just took an hour long hike UPHILL, waited in line another 2 hours & the quickest way to get to the bathroom and/or back to campfoodlodging was to step off that way-too-high & not-too-steady platform & 'zip' down that line.
I was so excited the whole time we were waiting. We let the boys in our group go before us, so ds could film his ride down & then film us. It looked a bit scary but the closer we got to the front of the line, the more I convinced myself that hanging upside down would be NO big deal.
While in line....we held the spot while the boys climbed the rock wall, then traded & they held our spot while us girls went & did a climb. I had never done that before either & it was really cool....and HIGH. I regret NOT looking down when I finally got to the top. I looked down about half way up & thought it best if I NEVER look down again unless my feet were firmly planted on the ground I was looking down AT. kwim?
Finally it was only seconds before it would be our turn. Ds was before me w/ the boys. I could recognize the nervousness on his face...which was turning to fear. He had already admitted he is afraid of heights (but will ride roller coasters. lol) They were to jump off @ the count of 3.
I was cheering him on, telling him he was 'So cool, he could do it' & that 'he was my hero'. I was near the top of the rickety spiral staircase that leads to the platform & hadn't yet started to get a bit of 'stage fright' myself. I yelled if he was ok, he said: 'I don't think so'.....I KNOW you can do it! wooohoooo! I cheered. 1...2...3...w/o hesitation, he stepped off & was on his way.
Then it was our turn. I'd like to say I reacted as bravely.....Once I stepped on that platform & saw it swaying...my heart 'bout dropped. I walked slowly to my spot. I began to wonder how in the world I was going to hold on. I didn't think I would be able to hold on...WHAT was I supposed to hold on TO? The guy said I could hold onto the strap or the rope or both. I opted for both!
Your strapped into a belt/harness thingy so really, there is no need to hold on @ all. Me & the girls had promised ourselves we would even hang upside down like we saw so many boys do on their way down. On the way up one girl said she wasn't sure she was going to hang upside down after all, the other said she would. 1...2...3...they jumped....I...... hesitated...& hesitated. I now understood WHY my own DS was so scared.
I don't think I can do this. This really IS high. I can't back out now. I must take a step. They were already half way down & ahead of me. I don't want to look stupid. I already look stupid. How am I gonna do this? I gotta do this. Maybe I AM too old for this? I think I heard my son cheering my name....go mom! I grabbed my ropes, closed my eyes, & slowly stepped forward & off the platform.......SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER until my breath gave out. I opened my eyes & began to enjoy the ride, let go w/ one hand & leaned back as far as I could....it was almost hanging upside down!
My son greeted me @ the bottom. 'I'm so proud of you mom!' :oD
It wasn't until then that I even realized we were on the same 'line'.
And how much alike we are. I'm not sure whether to be proud or scared.
to be continued........
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Majority Rules!
I ask my ktbunch tonight....ok you guys, soup or pasta?
Oldest ds says soup.
2nd ds says pasta.
Naturally they turn to little sister for the tie breaker.
Her answer?
"I want pasta-soup!" ;o)
Then as it was cooking, dd asks me if she can have an orange. I told her no cause dinner was cooking. Then she responds: "You're trying to starve me!"
WHERE are they getting this stuff? :o/
Oldest ds says soup.
2nd ds says pasta.
Naturally they turn to little sister for the tie breaker.
Her answer?
"I want pasta-soup!" ;o)
Then as it was cooking, dd asks me if she can have an orange. I told her no cause dinner was cooking. Then she responds: "You're trying to starve me!"
WHERE are they getting this stuff? :o/
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Barbie converts!
The muslim world has their own 'Barbie' now, her name is 'Fulla'. She represents their culture by being covered to her ankles in public & wearing a variety of MODEST clothes & outfits to choose from. You can google to read all about it.
BUT, what *I* want to know is why is it that she must be Muslim to be MODEST? I'm actually a little jealous!
My ds just saw this picture of Fulla & Barbie next to each other & said: 'Oh! That's disgusting, a half naked Barbie w/ a boy!'
Sunday, January 8, 2006
Meet the Ktbunch....
'The Super Couple'
Our Christmas Pic
The KtBunch
**Ok, I am not sure how long I will leave these up here...but for now...(I'm caving to the PEER pressure)...for my E-Friends...:o)**
I have done enough 'in studio' pix & am never quite satisfied w/ the poses or quality, to be honest. Never mind the PRICES! lol So for the past few years...I/we (dh & I) have tried to be a bit more creative w/ our Christmas pix. For example LAST year...instead of taking pix W/ Santa...we dressed the ktbunch up real cute w/ santa hats & such & took pix @ the mall BEHIND Santa! lol The background was a cute picket fence & colorful props. Call it ghetto but we got he perfect pix minus the outrageous price, took them home, uploaded them from our digi-cam & printed them ourselves.
This year...I kept an eye out for public 'backgrounds' such as parks & what not. I found this great 'background' in H parent's city. It is a little spot, on the corner of a main street. It is near the ice rink & is actually a tribute to the Zamboni...which is what that city is 'famous' for. It's called 'The Pond' but there is no actual water. Instead it is a tiled ground to look like water, a frozen pond to be exact. It has wintery trees & plants, cozy wooden & stone benches, a small bridge over the 'water' & statues of children ice-skating on the pond & a miniature Zamboni, of course. It was extra decorated for the Christmas season w/ mock gifts & lots of lights. They even had carollers one night but I forgot about it. :(
We dressed & loaded up the ktbunch & started snapping pix. We took a gazillion, went home & uploaded them to our yahoo album. From there you can choose a 'border', then upload the pix to Target & they were ready to pick up in a hour! It was SO easy & so cost effective! I was VERY pleased. I just LOVED the one of H & I. Ds took it & got it perfect w/ ONE snap! :o)
Saturday, January 7, 2006
A Good Day
Today was a good day. Our garage door opener has been lost (again) for about a week or so now. Which means I can't run any errands unless I walk, which takes much longer than riding & it limits what we can carry & the littles can't walk that fast nor that far. So see how limited we are?
I am perfectly healthy otherwise & have no excuse but I guess I've become a 'walking snob' because I'd rather NOT walk when I am so used to riding our bikes. Which is kinda funny because I remember when I used to have no problem walking everywhere before I got my bike. lol (but we did walk to Big Lots anyway today because I needed something & figured it was safer for my budget to go there w/ their limited selection than go to Target & get distracted by lots of tantalizing items I don't need. lol)
Ds spent the night @ the grands & was getting dropped back off here @ home by my SIL. I asked if she could run me to the store real quick for some much needed groceries. On our way there we saw some piece of wood furniture on a curb. She pointed it out to me & asked if I wanted to check it out. I said, SURE! (I love curb shopping! lol)
At first I thought it was an entertainment center, which I would have loved to get. It turned out to be a desk. BUT a very nice desk. We saw the residents right there in their garage & asked if they were getting rid of the desk. They said yah, you want it? SURE! :o)
It looked practically brand new. Turns out it was part of a bunk bed set but their children had seperated the beds & now had seperate rooms so they no longer needed the desk portion. We tried to fit it into SIL Element, she was sure it would fit. It didn't. lol
The guy asked where we lived, we told him just @ the other end of the block. He offered to drive it over for us in his truck! woohoo! We turned around & dropped it off then headed back out to the grocery. I'm a pretty good shopper so we were in & out in my usual hour.
I thanked her & after she left, dc & I began rearranging to make room for the desk. I thought I would replace the other one but younger ds said he wanted it to be HIS desk. He claimed the older one as his own & oldest moved his computer to the new one. As we were moving the older desk...what do I spot under it?
The garage door opener!
Yes, that is a GOOD day! :o)
I am perfectly healthy otherwise & have no excuse but I guess I've become a 'walking snob' because I'd rather NOT walk when I am so used to riding our bikes. Which is kinda funny because I remember when I used to have no problem walking everywhere before I got my bike. lol (but we did walk to Big Lots anyway today because I needed something & figured it was safer for my budget to go there w/ their limited selection than go to Target & get distracted by lots of tantalizing items I don't need. lol)
Ds spent the night @ the grands & was getting dropped back off here @ home by my SIL. I asked if she could run me to the store real quick for some much needed groceries. On our way there we saw some piece of wood furniture on a curb. She pointed it out to me & asked if I wanted to check it out. I said, SURE! (I love curb shopping! lol)
At first I thought it was an entertainment center, which I would have loved to get. It turned out to be a desk. BUT a very nice desk. We saw the residents right there in their garage & asked if they were getting rid of the desk. They said yah, you want it? SURE! :o)
It looked practically brand new. Turns out it was part of a bunk bed set but their children had seperated the beds & now had seperate rooms so they no longer needed the desk portion. We tried to fit it into SIL Element, she was sure it would fit. It didn't. lol
The guy asked where we lived, we told him just @ the other end of the block. He offered to drive it over for us in his truck! woohoo! We turned around & dropped it off then headed back out to the grocery. I'm a pretty good shopper so we were in & out in my usual hour.
I thanked her & after she left, dc & I began rearranging to make room for the desk. I thought I would replace the other one but younger ds said he wanted it to be HIS desk. He claimed the older one as his own & oldest moved his computer to the new one. As we were moving the older desk...what do I spot under it?
The garage door opener!
Yes, that is a GOOD day! :o)
Monday, January 2, 2006
Am I speaking English?
Earlier in the day, I instruct 5.5 yo to put away his laundry that is in the laundry basket. He takes the ENTIRE basket into his room to do this.
Next time I see him I ask him if he put his clothes away & he says yes. Later I instruct him & 3.5 yo dd to get the laundry basket & get the whites from the dryer & put them into the basket.
He comes back w/ a few white items of clothing from the dirty clothes hamper & tells me there is not enough to make a full load. ???
I explain that I want him to get he whites from the dryer & put them into the laundry basket...the one that is in his room. It seems to be taking quite awhile so I go to check up on them....they are hauling the laundry hamper, full of dirty clothes, from the bathroom to the laundry room. ????
I explain, again, that I want him to unload the dryer & put the clothes into the basket, that is in his room. I walk to his room to show it to him...it is filled w/ his clean laundry....still! aarrggh.
I rebuked him for being disobedient & lying about his laundry being put away. He promptly puts them away & head towards the laundry room, Then he informs me that the clothes are still wet. I go to check & he is taking the laundry from the washer to put into the dryer. ????
I rexplain the situation to him & dd, they finally get it right.
Then I am washing the kitchen sink & I ask him to bring me the can of Ajax that is on the edge of the tub, from the bathroom. He brings me the toilet scrubber. ???
If this is a sign of things to come....it is going to be a VERY long year! lol :o)
Next time I see him I ask him if he put his clothes away & he says yes. Later I instruct him & 3.5 yo dd to get the laundry basket & get the whites from the dryer & put them into the basket.
He comes back w/ a few white items of clothing from the dirty clothes hamper & tells me there is not enough to make a full load. ???
I explain that I want him to get he whites from the dryer & put them into the laundry basket...the one that is in his room. It seems to be taking quite awhile so I go to check up on them....they are hauling the laundry hamper, full of dirty clothes, from the bathroom to the laundry room. ????
I explain, again, that I want him to unload the dryer & put the clothes into the basket, that is in his room. I walk to his room to show it to him...it is filled w/ his clean laundry....still! aarrggh.
I rebuked him for being disobedient & lying about his laundry being put away. He promptly puts them away & head towards the laundry room, Then he informs me that the clothes are still wet. I go to check & he is taking the laundry from the washer to put into the dryer. ????
I rexplain the situation to him & dd, they finally get it right.
Then I am washing the kitchen sink & I ask him to bring me the can of Ajax that is on the edge of the tub, from the bathroom. He brings me the toilet scrubber. ???
If this is a sign of things to come....it is going to be a VERY long year! lol :o)
Sunday, January 1, 2006
Who else just staggered in from a night of clubbing?
Just got in from pulling an ALL nighter @ the local disco teque. Danced & partied the night away. I don't even think I REMEMBER New Year's Eve!
HAHAHAHAHAH! Just kidding! My ktbunch is STILL sleeping though & it's AFTER 10am! I have them trained well.
We spent a fun evening w/ friends/neighbors. H was working but he managed to get out a bit early. A few games, celery sticks, yummy meatballs, blueberry muffins, relaxing conversation & LOTS of confetti! {quite a mix hanh?}
The ktbunch were great, I thought. {as were the zandi bunch} I am really glad that the ktbunch is trained to sleep in. As other Christmas revelers complained of children awakenings as early as 4:15 AM....mine were in snoozeland till 10 am. Good time for H & I to get some rare snuggle ALONE time. ;o)
We usually are 'forced' to cuddle w/ our adorable littles who wake us up every morning by climbing into bed w/ us w/ their tiny cold feet & hands & then once they have us comprehensively AWAKE, they fall back to sleep. lol
H works such UNtraditional hours that it's NOT unusual for the ktbunch to stay up as late as 11pm or even midnight. The midnight bedtime has really only been within the last 2 holiday weeks. Now it's time to get back on track.....9pm works for me...closer to 10 or 11 works better for daddy so he can spend some time w/ the ktbunch too. I don't mind.
Another great reason WHY we 'homeschool'.
Have a GREAT Year EVERYONE!
Hope you make LOTS of new FRIENDS, NOT aquaintances. :o) :o) :o)
HAHAHAHAHAH! Just kidding! My ktbunch is STILL sleeping though & it's AFTER 10am! I have them trained well.
We spent a fun evening w/ friends/neighbors. H was working but he managed to get out a bit early. A few games, celery sticks, yummy meatballs, blueberry muffins, relaxing conversation & LOTS of confetti! {quite a mix hanh?}
The ktbunch were great, I thought. {as were the zandi bunch} I am really glad that the ktbunch is trained to sleep in. As other Christmas revelers complained of children awakenings as early as 4:15 AM....mine were in snoozeland till 10 am. Good time for H & I to get some rare snuggle ALONE time. ;o)
We usually are 'forced' to cuddle w/ our adorable littles who wake us up every morning by climbing into bed w/ us w/ their tiny cold feet & hands & then once they have us comprehensively AWAKE, they fall back to sleep. lol
H works such UNtraditional hours that it's NOT unusual for the ktbunch to stay up as late as 11pm or even midnight. The midnight bedtime has really only been within the last 2 holiday weeks. Now it's time to get back on track.....9pm works for me...closer to 10 or 11 works better for daddy so he can spend some time w/ the ktbunch too. I don't mind.
Another great reason WHY we 'homeschool'.
Have a GREAT Year EVERYONE!
Hope you make LOTS of new FRIENDS, NOT aquaintances. :o) :o) :o)
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