Dapples did some goofing around.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Dapples did some goofing around.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Pace: Mommy, I want Noah (For those who don't know, he is the little boy who lives across the street and is one of Pace's best friends. aka Prince Charming) to sleep with me in my bed tonight.
Me: We're just not going to do that tonight, ok.
Pace: But why not.
Me: Because girls have other little girls to spend the night. Little girls don't sleep with boys.
Pace: But you sleep with Daddy! (Stupid me! I should have worded that better.)
Me: You're right, but I am married to Daddy. Girls only sleep with boys they are married to. (Please no more questions along this line. I see her mind working...What's about to come out? I should have just invited Noah to spend the night.)
Pace: Then, I am going to marry Noah one day, ok?
Simple as that. :)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
**JSYAK (Just So You Also Know), the entertainment offered by the tent only lasted about 30 minutes :) Oh the attention span of a three year old!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I am blessed with two very different but equally wonderful grandmothers. One is something akin to the Virgin Mary herself--always doing for others and never thinking an ill thought. The other grandmother has never been the granny type--always up on the latest gossip in town and full of hilarious stories. While they are very different, there are two main themes that hold true for both. One is that they are both excellent cooks; there never has been and never will be anything like Sunday lunch at your grandmother's. The other is that they both gave all their grandchildren permission to live life with dirt on their face--all 24! of them (13 on one side and 11 on the other).
Draping sheets all over the place to create haunted houses. Making forts in the woods with elaborate sets of booby traps. Walking to the store with a whole dollar and the freedom to buy WHATEVER we wanted. Playing veterinarian with a live dog and an open wound. Teaching us to play poker with a huge jar of pennies. Letting us stick our finger in the batter for a taste as many times as we wanted to. Crossing logs over dangerously deep ditches. Playing "garbage man" (a cruel game my older boy cousins invented) until it sounded like the house was going to fall in and we were all going to break each other's legs. Making bottle rocket guns and actually shooting them AT each other. Sleeping in pallets on the floor. Playing wiffle ball in the back yard. Never making us bathe. Falling asleep watching television. Allowing us to experiment--truly on our own--with cooking, and then assuring us that they really "liked it better with that burn taste." Putting on as much make-up as we wanted. Having a never-ending supply of glass-bottle cokes in the outside fridge. Never telling us to stop whispering and go to sleep. Giving us spoons and a bucket of water and telling us to go ahead and make mud pies. Eating strawberries with much more powdered sugar than berry...The memories are endless.
I'll spare you more details, but you can see it was the freedom to make a mess, to do the thing that wasn't allowed, and never even made to clean up our messes. At home, your parents are always busy teaching you how to be a grown-up, but grandparents, they were just busy letting you be the child bursting inside.
I know that we only went to our grandparents' houses for short stays, and they weren't responsible for seeing that we didn't turn out to be spoiled rotten delinquents. I know that children need rules and boundaries, and I know for sure that I don't have the energy or patience to be cleaning up big messes like that all the time. However, lately Pace has become very conscientious. Always saying things like, "Sorry I spilled that Mommy." or "Mommy, why are you so aggravated?" or "Was that bad that I did that?" or "I can't have that right now because we're busy, right?" She's become scared of making mistakes. She is trying hard to please and not step on my toes. And why? Because I am constantly trying to make a responsible adult out of her instead of letting her be that little child she so desperately wants to let out. I can't be my grandmothers, but I could sure use some more grandmother in my mothering.
My favorite line from his inaugural address was this:
"What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility, a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize grandly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task. This is the price and promise of citizenship."
If this is the heart behind his new plan, then I have hope that we'll be Ok. I believe what is fundamentally wrong with our country today is that we've grown lazy and arrogant. I hope this economic crisis teaches our generation to work harder, not take for granted that we will be cared for tomorrow, and revitalizes the ambition and integrity that our country was founded upon. Sometimes it takes a kick in the pants to do that, and I would much rather be kicked in my wallet than my face. Today, we are safe; we have watched the successful, peaceful transfer of power that sets our country apart from so many others; we have made a black man President of the United States of America and for all these things I am proud.
So for now, I'll be here gearing up to be a smiling supporter of our new president, and trying to finish picking this sticker off my car.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Then, I am trying to turn on a movie for the girls in the den, while Babysitter sits on the couch and holds them. Suddenly I hear, "That is a gag, isn't it?" I turn around to see not one but two big fat poopie logs on TOP of the coffee table. What in the world?!!!! I am so embarrassed and trying to figure out the best method of cleaning when Pace says, "That's not REAL," and proceeds to stick her finger into the poop. Then, sweet Pace, who likes to keep things clean and orderly, has a melt-down because there is dog poop on her fingers.
Dad (who is a vet for those who don't know) assures me it is normal (the pooping, not the fact that he did it on the coffee table :))...that Locks is trying to figure out where our doors are, his new schedule, etc. I can understand this and am not mad that he has yet to take a single poop OUTSIDE, but I am hoping the little guy is going to get the hang of it soon :) On the bright side, he has at least learned to stay off the coffee table when he relieves himself.
These things are laughable. I can deal with poo, but we did have one completely unacceptable incident on day 2. The girls are all over him. I am trying to teach them how to be gentle and give him his space, but it's going to take some time. Locks is pretty patient--much more patient than I would be considering--but he apparently reached his patience limit and decided to give the Instigator (Dapples) a little warning. I was sitting on the floor with them and Jeremiah was beside us, talking to me, at the desk. Suddenly we hear--grrrrowl, SNAP-- I saw it, he didn't bite her hand, but it was a definite statement of, "Back away, I've had enough of you!" Oooohhh did he get in trouble. Jeremiah gave him quite a spanking and I got on to him too. Now, he tends to run in the other direction at the site of Dapples (Look at that mischievious grin...Can you blame him?). He is very eager to please and learn, so I am hoping we won't have any more issues with THAT. (But don't worry, I never leave them alone and am keeping close tabs)
To end on a positive, he still follows me around the house like a joyful shadow and seems very happy in his new home. Together, the girls and I brush him every day and he is a great cuddle bug. I invested in a good, cordless vacuum, and have been zipping over the floors every day with it. So far, the dog hair hasn't been an issue. He is so beautiful and sweet...We still love you Locks, even though you're not perfect :)
(Mrs. Linda got the adorable outfits in these pictures from Bellamia. Are they looking sassy or what?! There are also some dresses that coordinate, that she got us for the Spring. Thank you Thank you Moogie! We love our new clothes.)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
So, there was Jeremiah and the girls and Mrs. Linda and the cuteness of this puppy putting the pressure on, but none of that put me over the edge. None of that made me willing to re-devote my life to cleaning up dog hair. I don't know if any of you have experienced this, but about the time my babies start walking, and life gets somewhat manageable, something inside me starts ticking for another helpless creature to "mother." Last time, I ended up with Mapple Dapple. This time (I wised up :) ) I decided to scratch the itch with a puppy instead. I have felt like a little kid about bringing this dog home. I could hardly fall asleep for two nights in a row with all the anticipation. It's been less than 24 hours, but so far he's the most eager to please, follow me around the house and plop down at my feet, makes my girls and my husband bubble with joy dog I could have imagined. Locks, we LOVE you!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
What about front-end loading is good? You go from letting gravity help you drop in the arm- load of clothes and tiny loose-cannon baby socks, to crouching down on the floor while you shovel your load in--against gravity--and drop all those little socks. Then, you (and your children) watch with amazement as water comes into the machine. But there's a problem with the design, and I bet if you have one you've called the maintenance man at least once to come service it. The problem is that small items, water, and soap (that are lightweight and therefore hurled most dramatically outward by the great centrifugal force) get caught in the little window apparatus. This can lead (nominally) to dragging clean clothes back through soap on the way to the dryer or (much worse) to stinky mildew in the window. "Oh but Abby," you say. "I am using less water and saving the environment and my wallet." And I am sure that you are, but why not just turn that little tub on its side and let it use gravity, along with its centrifugal force. You may have to use a little more water, but I bet you could use less force (thereby using less energy).
And do you really want to wash your clothes by the same method that our grandparents used to wash the dishes--making the bath of soapy water, throwing in all the dirty dishes, then pulling them out and calling them clean after we rinse them with a little water. Does it LOOK like that food infested, soapy water should be qualified to clean your dishes? That is precisely what that little bit 'o water is doing to your clothes.
I know that there are hundreds of engineers a lot smarter than me that designed these washers. I feel sure that I am wrong, and with a television from 1984, a microwave that used to adorn someone's dorm-room (and I AM still listing MICROWAVES as gadgets), and a brain that has only recently discovered that it IS indeed possible to control the volume on an i-Pod, I am not the one to talk to about all the latest gadgets. But if you ask me, these washers are a waste of money. We can use less detergent in our normal, top-loading washers, without having to crouch on the floor to do laundry. Did your old washer take 45 minutes to run??? Does that SOUND like you're saving electricity? They say you can do larger loads, but that is a pile of CRAP. Maybe my washer is some kind of super-sized dinosaur, but I can sure fit a heck of a lot more in my washer than those new things.
So, if you've already got one, then at least you're looking fancy and all your neighbors are jealous and you can pat yourself on the back because there have been "studies" done that say you're saving the planet with those little amounts of water you're using. If they go out of production in a year or so (as I am predicting they will), then hold onto it because they are sure to bring you a bunch of vintage value money on eBay in about 30 years. Happy Washing :)!
(Because I am betting a lot of you have one, and I don't want you to be too unhappy with money you've already spent, go here and be reminded why it is you fell in love in the first place.)