I am sure that I am like all other mothers in the fact that I am always preaching the golden rule.
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
NOT:
"Do unto others as they did unto you first."
"He hit me first so he must want me to hit him back!"
That seems to be the Golden Rule my kids tend to live by. But the boys are maturing and seem to be getting better with that rule. Sometimes.
Yesterday afternoon Blaine came home from school and he was being nice. There was my first clue. He went to the table and got his homework done in a timely manner with no back talking. Clue number two. Then when he was done he went straight to the couch and when I walked by him he was almost asleep. Clue number three. I put my hand on his head and he was hot. I asked him if he felt okay and he told me he was sleepy and had a headache. His fever reached 101.7 before bed and I doped him up with ibuprofen and gave him some Mucinex for a cough. I told him it would be okay to go on to bed if he wanted to. (And if he had done that, let me tell you, I would have called 911 immediately). But he wanted to finish watching something on TV and that was fine because it wasn't bedtime yet anyway. So when it was bed time and Brayden had gotten his shower and PJ's on, Blaine was out like a light. I called for Stephen to come get him and put him to bed for me. But Stephen was finishing up grouting bathroom #2 and it would be a few minutes before he could come help me.
Brayden said, "I'll get him mom."
WHAT?!? Was my first thought. Then he reassured me he could pick him up for me. Well, I already knew that since I have seen him body slam him before. I reluctantly said okay, and stood close by in case his niceness was fake and he decided to put him in a full nelson and hurt him as he was sleeping away...thanks to fever reducers. That sweet little boy that is quickly turning into a big kid, scooped up his little bother, told him to hang onto his neck and carried him down the hall to his bed. He tucked him in and told him if he needed him during the night to wake him up.
My heart melted!
I told him that was very sweet and he reminded me that Blaine had been really nice to him a few weeks ago when he was sick and that he deserved it. I reminded him that when we treat others nice all the time, we (most of the time) will get treated nicely in return.
So all that preaching is soaking in a little.
Sara
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Man...he likes to clean
Bryson likes to eat things like pretzels, dry cereal, goldfish crackers....you know...the little things they can munch on while watching TV. He is always dragging things out of the cabinets and asking me to put it in a bowl. So I do...just a little so he doesn't ruin his next meal. Then the next thing out of my mouth is, "Be careful. Don't spill it in the floor." He always tells me, "Tay", and within what seems to be only moments later I hear, "OOHH MMAANNN!"
This is when I always walk in to find he has knocked off his bowl and it is all over the floor in from of the TV. He has always seemed very distraught over having made a mess. Then he tries to pick up what is left, eating some as he goes. Yes my kid eats off the floor sometimes. Then of course, he tries to be a helper and gets out his handy dandy little red dirt devil to vacuum up what is left.
Well....the other day he had gotten out an almost full package of goldfish. I had just gotten the boys from school and had unloaded everybody. Everyone was obviously grabbing their own snacks by this point. I went and hung up my coat in the hall closet to turn around and see what he has been doing this whole time! He had the goldfish bad upside down shaking vigorously, making sure to get out every crumb! I stood in awe and watched to see what he would do next. This is how it went.
Smiled.
"OH MAN!"
Picked up a little.
Told me we needed to clean and then proceeded to run over it and smoosh it into little bitty pieces as he ran over it with his dirt devil.
He has been doing this on purpose so I would get out the real vacuum and vacuum with him. What can I say.....I am a slow learner. I hope he finds vacuuming this exciting as he gets older.
Sara
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Clever Little Boy
Bryson woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago and I ended up putting him in bed with us. Which I don't normally do...I don't like little ones in my bed. I am always afraid of starting a bad habit and we all know how hard bad habits are to break.
Anyway....the next night when I told Bryson it was time to go to bed, he grabbed his blanket and tissue and took of running down the hall. He has gotten bad about hiding from me in my closet so I assumed that is where he was headed. I followed in hot pursuit only to see him quickly climbing into my bed. I explained nicely that was not the bed I was talking about. He pretended to be asleep. I asked him whose bed he was in.
"Bryson's!"
He patted the pillow as he said his name again as if to convince me that the middle pillow in our bed was just for him. (We sleep with three pillows so we don't have to fight over the pillow crack...we each have our own!)
I explained again nicely that he was wrong. Then I offered to put a pillow in his bed with a neat baseball pillowcase on it. He liked that idea so I went and found and extra pillow, put the fun baseball pillow case on it and took it in to show him. Of course, I am using my very fake "I'm excited" voice hoping to rub off on him some of the excitement about having his very own pillow.
"OOHHHH!", was his response. I'm thinking to myself now, "Man, I'm good."
He then takes his dad's pillow and throws it in the floor and pats the bed on daddy's side...right where he wants his new pillow with a cool baseball pillow case.
Clever little boy.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Seat Belt
It was a cold, dark, December day back in 2004 and Blaine had just turned 4 in September. I think. Anyway....we were on our way home from church on this Wednesday night. I had just pulled out of the parking lot and was going through the light at the closest intersection to our church building. Not in a very good part of town in the dark, I might add. Blaine informs me that his finger is stuck in the seat belt.
"What do you mean your finger is stuck in the seat belt?"
"It's stuck in the hole. I can't get it out!"
I told him to try to get it out while I drove home because we were in a spot that I couldn't stop and help him. My first thought was we would put some lotion or dish washing soap on his finger and it would come off. Problem solved. We got home and I started pulling and he started screaming. Blaine the exaggerator was not exaggerating. It was stuck!
We tried everything we could possibly think of to get his finger unstuck. We tried lotion, dish washing detergent, WD 40 (which he said was cool because he smelled like a car mechanic?), cooking oil and more. We messed with his finger so much it started turning blue and starting to swell even more. We cut the seat belt so we could take him in the house since it was cold out. We filled the sink with ice water and took off his shirt. I gave Blaine a few measuring cups and some bowls and let him play in the water, hoping the swelling would go down from the cold water. We called a friend from church who is a paramedic and told him our situation hoping he could tell me what to do next. Should we call the fire department or take him to the hospital? His response was, "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Did I mention this is the finger that he sucked? That didn't go over well. All he kept crying was, "How am I supposed to suck my finger with this thing on?"
When Derek and Lisa (his wife) got to our house we tried even more to get that seat belt off his poor little finger. By this time it was past 10pm and he was getting sleepy. In fact, I have pictures somewhere of him sitting in my lap in the kitchen floor asleep with the seat belt dangling from his hand. Derek said that another friend of ours, Lonnie, had some bolt cutters that he thought might work. Stephen and Derek hopped in some one's vehicle and headed over to his house and borrowed them. Keep in mind, everyone that we have called has been asleep and woken up by our drama.
Derek tried the bolt cutters but apparently seat belts are made out of titanium and you can't cut that with bolt cutters. Every time he would try to close the bolt cutters they would slip off to the side like when you use a dull pair of scissors. He was afraid he would hurt him worse so he made a call to the E.R. to see who was on duty. He told us the Dr. that was on duty had been there for around 25 years and knew what he was doing. So he told them we were on our way. By this point Blaine was shirtless and freezing from his water being in ice water. We tried to put his shirt on him but he cried because the pressure from trying to get the shirt over the seat belt hurt too bad. So Stephen started the car, minus a seat belt, warmed it up for Blaine and then we bundled him up in a blanket the best we could and headed to the E.R. By this time it is close to midnight.
Of course the first thing we thought when we walked in was we would be sitting in the waiting room for hours. But they called us back as soon as we got there and we showed them our dilemma. Every person that we saw would say something like this, "Hey little man....heard you hurt your finger. Can I take a look? Oh wow! You have hurt your finger!" Duh. They gave us more ice and had him elevate his hand above his heart. Past midnight now and that didn't go over well either. Several more people came in one at a time to see.
By this time I felt like we should join the circus.
The Dr. tried some trick where he wrapped his finger in string and then stuck a big,, thick curved needle under the string. Somehow when he unwrapped the string it would pull the seat belt off. Didn't work. Blaine was screaming in pain and wasn't sitting very still. I can't blame him though...it did look painful. Then the maintenance man walked in and asked him if he could see so they could see what kind of tool he needed to find for the Dr. to use.
What?!?
The Dr. was going to use the maintenance man's tools? A nurse came in and said the Dr. wanted to do a digit block. That is a nice way of saying, "Hey kid. We are gonna put a shot in your finger." This was supposed to numb the finger so he doesn't feel the dremel sawing off the seat belt.
What?!?
Now we are really feeling like a freak show! The shot thing didn't go over well either. Neither did the dremel thing since when they started sawing, sparks started flying. You know...metal on metal. Blaine screams even more. Apparently the digit block only numbed the one finger and the sparks were burning the other fingers. And did I mention that me, Blaine, the Dr, and the nurse all have on the cool glasses that they wear on HGTV? Yeah...it was awesome. And I am holding my fighting, screaming kid down. Since it was burning him he obviously wasn't sitting still enough and the Dr. was afraid he might cut his finger off so he stopped. Good call. He explained to me that they need to start an IV and give him something called Ketamine (spelling?). Anyway, he explained that Blaine would appear to be awake, eyes open, could hear us, but wouldn't care.
Now it is about 3am and they are getting him prepped. They made me leave the room to do the IV, which he wasn't excited about, but they told me I could come in and stay with him while they removed the seat belt. By this time my husband has gone back to the waiting room and sent Grandma in cause he can't handle it. Sissy boy. I went back in with Blaine and he was lying on the bed with his eyes open wide and staring at the ceiling. The nurse told me he did fine and told me to put my lovely HGTV goggles back on. They needed me to help watch and make sure the dr. stopped sawing when he got close to his finger. No pressure. They had two other nurses in there with us...one to watch his vitals and the other watched, like me, from another angle. It took less than five minutes to get the thing off.
Now remember....it is early in the morning and this had been on his finger since around 9pm. Needless to say, I had not gone to the bathroom since before church services. I wish they had told me how humorous this was going to be after they doped him up because I think that was the closest I have come in a long time to peeing my pants. He would lift his arm up like he was reaching for something. I would push it back down. Then his leg would go up. Someone would push it down. Then the arm, then a leg....we did this for about twenty minutes.
"Mmooommm......I loooove youuuu sooooo muchhhh. You're the besstttt mmmoooommmy in the wooorrrllllddd." This is what he did as the medicine was wearing off. Over and over and over. By this point I am afraid me and my mom are gonna wet our pants. The nurse tells me that I shouldn't let him try to walk and he would probably be awake the rest of the day. That was great seeing how I had been awake for 24 hours by this point. They had me carry him out of the room and he got to choose a stuffed animal to take home. He picked this crazy looking bee with a Winnie the Pooh looking head. I tried to steer him to a cuter one but that was the one he wanted.
We said our goodbyes to all the people that helped us, knowing we would be talked about for days to come. When we got home, I made a pallet in the living room floor so he would watch TV and I could possibly sleep. But Blaine had other ideas. He seemed to be amused by trying to run through the house and not be able to. He would take off across the room with his slurred speech...then fall on his face. Then he would laugh hysterically. It was funny the first few times but being one to not function well without sleep, it got old real quick. I would get him to lay down and watch TV and then I would fall asleep. Then he would jump up, run, fall down. And of course that would wake me up. Then that would repeat itself again. And again.
The heat from the sawing (remember metal conducts heat) left a burn on his finger. It blistered all the way around his finger where the seat belt was touching and he had small burns on his other fingers. He decided that afternoon that he wanted to put his hospital bracelet back on and when he slid it over his had it burst the blister. So then we had to keep it bandaged to keep away infection. He still couldn't suck it so he started sucking the finger on the other hand. But he didn't like it. Then when the blistered finger healed all the way he said the scar felt funny and he stopped sucking his finger.
He asked me one day a few months later when the scar would go away. I told him it would get lighter but it would always be there. He cried and cried. He thought that when it healed it would go away completely. Poor boy. A year or two later I was tucking him into bed and the freaky bee was in his bed. He chucked it from his top bunk and told me he hated the ugly thing. I asked him why picked it if he didn't like it. He told me he didn't care....all he wanted to do was pop those bubbles floating in the air! That is why his arms and legs kept going up. I started asking him what he remembered and he said it hurt bad but he didn't care because of those cool bubbles.
When he went to the dentist the next month he was telling the dentist about his finger. The dentist looked at me and said, "If this ever happens again, not that it probably would, but if it does, I can cut that off with one if my tools and it won't burn him. We have a tool like that but because of the water it keeps it from getting hot."
So...moral of the story? Don't stick your finger in a seat belt and if you do? Call your dentist!
Sara
"What do you mean your finger is stuck in the seat belt?"
"It's stuck in the hole. I can't get it out!"
I told him to try to get it out while I drove home because we were in a spot that I couldn't stop and help him. My first thought was we would put some lotion or dish washing soap on his finger and it would come off. Problem solved. We got home and I started pulling and he started screaming. Blaine the exaggerator was not exaggerating. It was stuck!
We tried everything we could possibly think of to get his finger unstuck. We tried lotion, dish washing detergent, WD 40 (which he said was cool because he smelled like a car mechanic?), cooking oil and more. We messed with his finger so much it started turning blue and starting to swell even more. We cut the seat belt so we could take him in the house since it was cold out. We filled the sink with ice water and took off his shirt. I gave Blaine a few measuring cups and some bowls and let him play in the water, hoping the swelling would go down from the cold water. We called a friend from church who is a paramedic and told him our situation hoping he could tell me what to do next. Should we call the fire department or take him to the hospital? His response was, "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Did I mention this is the finger that he sucked? That didn't go over well. All he kept crying was, "How am I supposed to suck my finger with this thing on?"
When Derek and Lisa (his wife) got to our house we tried even more to get that seat belt off his poor little finger. By this time it was past 10pm and he was getting sleepy. In fact, I have pictures somewhere of him sitting in my lap in the kitchen floor asleep with the seat belt dangling from his hand. Derek said that another friend of ours, Lonnie, had some bolt cutters that he thought might work. Stephen and Derek hopped in some one's vehicle and headed over to his house and borrowed them. Keep in mind, everyone that we have called has been asleep and woken up by our drama.
Derek tried the bolt cutters but apparently seat belts are made out of titanium and you can't cut that with bolt cutters. Every time he would try to close the bolt cutters they would slip off to the side like when you use a dull pair of scissors. He was afraid he would hurt him worse so he made a call to the E.R. to see who was on duty. He told us the Dr. that was on duty had been there for around 25 years and knew what he was doing. So he told them we were on our way. By this point Blaine was shirtless and freezing from his water being in ice water. We tried to put his shirt on him but he cried because the pressure from trying to get the shirt over the seat belt hurt too bad. So Stephen started the car, minus a seat belt, warmed it up for Blaine and then we bundled him up in a blanket the best we could and headed to the E.R. By this time it is close to midnight.
Of course the first thing we thought when we walked in was we would be sitting in the waiting room for hours. But they called us back as soon as we got there and we showed them our dilemma. Every person that we saw would say something like this, "Hey little man....heard you hurt your finger. Can I take a look? Oh wow! You have hurt your finger!" Duh. They gave us more ice and had him elevate his hand above his heart. Past midnight now and that didn't go over well either. Several more people came in one at a time to see.
By this time I felt like we should join the circus.
The Dr. tried some trick where he wrapped his finger in string and then stuck a big,, thick curved needle under the string. Somehow when he unwrapped the string it would pull the seat belt off. Didn't work. Blaine was screaming in pain and wasn't sitting very still. I can't blame him though...it did look painful. Then the maintenance man walked in and asked him if he could see so they could see what kind of tool he needed to find for the Dr. to use.
What?!?
The Dr. was going to use the maintenance man's tools? A nurse came in and said the Dr. wanted to do a digit block. That is a nice way of saying, "Hey kid. We are gonna put a shot in your finger." This was supposed to numb the finger so he doesn't feel the dremel sawing off the seat belt.
What?!?
Now we are really feeling like a freak show! The shot thing didn't go over well either. Neither did the dremel thing since when they started sawing, sparks started flying. You know...metal on metal. Blaine screams even more. Apparently the digit block only numbed the one finger and the sparks were burning the other fingers. And did I mention that me, Blaine, the Dr, and the nurse all have on the cool glasses that they wear on HGTV? Yeah...it was awesome. And I am holding my fighting, screaming kid down. Since it was burning him he obviously wasn't sitting still enough and the Dr. was afraid he might cut his finger off so he stopped. Good call. He explained to me that they need to start an IV and give him something called Ketamine (spelling?). Anyway, he explained that Blaine would appear to be awake, eyes open, could hear us, but wouldn't care.
Now it is about 3am and they are getting him prepped. They made me leave the room to do the IV, which he wasn't excited about, but they told me I could come in and stay with him while they removed the seat belt. By this time my husband has gone back to the waiting room and sent Grandma in cause he can't handle it. Sissy boy. I went back in with Blaine and he was lying on the bed with his eyes open wide and staring at the ceiling. The nurse told me he did fine and told me to put my lovely HGTV goggles back on. They needed me to help watch and make sure the dr. stopped sawing when he got close to his finger. No pressure. They had two other nurses in there with us...one to watch his vitals and the other watched, like me, from another angle. It took less than five minutes to get the thing off.
Now remember....it is early in the morning and this had been on his finger since around 9pm. Needless to say, I had not gone to the bathroom since before church services. I wish they had told me how humorous this was going to be after they doped him up because I think that was the closest I have come in a long time to peeing my pants. He would lift his arm up like he was reaching for something. I would push it back down. Then his leg would go up. Someone would push it down. Then the arm, then a leg....we did this for about twenty minutes.
"Mmooommm......I loooove youuuu sooooo muchhhh. You're the besstttt mmmoooommmy in the wooorrrllllddd." This is what he did as the medicine was wearing off. Over and over and over. By this point I am afraid me and my mom are gonna wet our pants. The nurse tells me that I shouldn't let him try to walk and he would probably be awake the rest of the day. That was great seeing how I had been awake for 24 hours by this point. They had me carry him out of the room and he got to choose a stuffed animal to take home. He picked this crazy looking bee with a Winnie the Pooh looking head. I tried to steer him to a cuter one but that was the one he wanted.
We said our goodbyes to all the people that helped us, knowing we would be talked about for days to come. When we got home, I made a pallet in the living room floor so he would watch TV and I could possibly sleep. But Blaine had other ideas. He seemed to be amused by trying to run through the house and not be able to. He would take off across the room with his slurred speech...then fall on his face. Then he would laugh hysterically. It was funny the first few times but being one to not function well without sleep, it got old real quick. I would get him to lay down and watch TV and then I would fall asleep. Then he would jump up, run, fall down. And of course that would wake me up. Then that would repeat itself again. And again.
The heat from the sawing (remember metal conducts heat) left a burn on his finger. It blistered all the way around his finger where the seat belt was touching and he had small burns on his other fingers. He decided that afternoon that he wanted to put his hospital bracelet back on and when he slid it over his had it burst the blister. So then we had to keep it bandaged to keep away infection. He still couldn't suck it so he started sucking the finger on the other hand. But he didn't like it. Then when the blistered finger healed all the way he said the scar felt funny and he stopped sucking his finger.
He asked me one day a few months later when the scar would go away. I told him it would get lighter but it would always be there. He cried and cried. He thought that when it healed it would go away completely. Poor boy. A year or two later I was tucking him into bed and the freaky bee was in his bed. He chucked it from his top bunk and told me he hated the ugly thing. I asked him why picked it if he didn't like it. He told me he didn't care....all he wanted to do was pop those bubbles floating in the air! That is why his arms and legs kept going up. I started asking him what he remembered and he said it hurt bad but he didn't care because of those cool bubbles.
When he went to the dentist the next month he was telling the dentist about his finger. The dentist looked at me and said, "If this ever happens again, not that it probably would, but if it does, I can cut that off with one if my tools and it won't burn him. We have a tool like that but because of the water it keeps it from getting hot."
So...moral of the story? Don't stick your finger in a seat belt and if you do? Call your dentist!
Sara
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Tile Floors
This weekend we have been working on tile floors in our bathrooms. We have been living with the horrid linoleum that came with the house and have planned on tiling for awhile but other projects have come up. The tile kept getting pushed back but we got one bathroom down. It is drying now and will be ready to grout on Monday. Now if a family of five can survive with one potty.....
It is so cold out here in the South. Even to a Yankee like me. I thought it was a good weekend for tiling considering it was an inside project. But I sure didn't know my poor hubby would have his hands in water cutting the tile. He ended up moving the saw into the garage when the sun went down because the blade kept icing over. He did tell me it would have been easier if it wasn't laid on the diagonal and there would have been less cutting. But it does look good and the room looks bigger. Then when we have that potty back in we can do the master bath. We had to rent the saw so we went ahead and cut the tile for both rooms so we didn't have to pay for two rental days. So I have tile laid out in my bathroom floor over the linoleum until it is ready to go down.
I haven't had much time to work on my quilt the last week. Last night was the first night that we had been home before bed since the Friday night before. Brayden had his last game Thursday night so that should give us a much needed break for a few weeks. That is, until baseball starts. The weather being cold outside makes me want to work on my quilt! But what doesn't, right? Maybe I will be able to work on it some after supper. Speaking of supper, I need to go get started on it. I have chicken in the crock pot for chicken casserole. I think I might also make apple crisp for later this evening. Something about the cold weather makes we want to eat apple crisp and I love to smell it baking! It makes the house smell so good! And considering we are all feeling a little high from smelling the thin set that was used to lay the tile, apple crisp would be a nice change!
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
It is so cold out here in the South. Even to a Yankee like me. I thought it was a good weekend for tiling considering it was an inside project. But I sure didn't know my poor hubby would have his hands in water cutting the tile. He ended up moving the saw into the garage when the sun went down because the blade kept icing over. He did tell me it would have been easier if it wasn't laid on the diagonal and there would have been less cutting. But it does look good and the room looks bigger. Then when we have that potty back in we can do the master bath. We had to rent the saw so we went ahead and cut the tile for both rooms so we didn't have to pay for two rental days. So I have tile laid out in my bathroom floor over the linoleum until it is ready to go down.
I haven't had much time to work on my quilt the last week. Last night was the first night that we had been home before bed since the Friday night before. Brayden had his last game Thursday night so that should give us a much needed break for a few weeks. That is, until baseball starts. The weather being cold outside makes me want to work on my quilt! But what doesn't, right? Maybe I will be able to work on it some after supper. Speaking of supper, I need to go get started on it. I have chicken in the crock pot for chicken casserole. I think I might also make apple crisp for later this evening. Something about the cold weather makes we want to eat apple crisp and I love to smell it baking! It makes the house smell so good! And considering we are all feeling a little high from smelling the thin set that was used to lay the tile, apple crisp would be a nice change!
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Comments
After reading my comments to my last post, I commented and tried to answer all the questions. Then I decided it was too long and that it should just be a post. So I will try to answer them all.
How do I get so much done in the morning? I get up early because my husband has to leave early and I know if I don't get up and get showered and ready for work then, I won't get to. The morning is about the only time I can do anything....not that I get as much done as I would like. Blaine has been difficult this year when he comes home from school about getting his homework done, so I try to focus on him as much as I can. That is....with an almost 2 year old whining for me after being gone. Thankfully Brayden is good enough to get to the table and get his done without much harping.
Why did I have a baby in December? Let me tell you....I had it ALL planned out when I wanted to get pregnant. I planned around when I would be showing and having to buy maternity clothes, the weather and whether I would be a beached whale in the middle of the summer. So we were gonna try to get pregnant starting AFTER Christmas. I guess God was reminding me that you can't plan everything. When I went to the Dr. they told me my due date was Christmas day! Are you kidding me? And as far as birthday parties in December...I strictly remember telling everyone DO NOT mix his birthday with his Christmas. Until he is older and wants something expensive and he agrees to it ahead of time. I requested that his birthday presents be wrapped in birthday paper and his Christmas presents be wrapped in Christmas paper.
For his first birthday, my then mother-in-law wrapped his birthday paper in Hanukkah paper. When did we become Jewish anyway? I don't know if she did it to get under my skin (she never did care much for me) or if she just really had no idea that the blue paper with the Star of David plastered all over it was not birthday paper.
Does Brayden really notice what other mothers are wearing in the car rider line? I very seriously doubt it. He has never mentioned anything. The only thing he asked for at Christmas was cologne that one of our friends wear. He is a little more into himself right now instead of the mothers. And in case you are wondering what cologne...Very Sexy from Victoria's Secret. What is even funnier than that? He had no idea that is what it was called or that is where it was from. I think if he knew that he wouldn't have asked for it. But it hasn't stopped him from wearing it! I used to take the boys to school in my pj's and then come back home and get ready for work...before Bryson. And I would pray I didn't get hit by one of the morons that can't figure out who should go next at the stop sign and have to get out in my pajamas with everyone watching.
Blaine was telling me about the quilt thing at school. He asked me if he could take some pictures of my quilts to school tomorrow. I told him I would see what I could come up with. I was always crafty as a little one and it turned artsy fartsy in school. I took every art class available at school and couldn't get enough. I wish I was able to do more now but there is not enough time nor space to leave it out and lock out the kids. I even was offered art scholarships but I was dumb and got married instead. We all know where that ended up!
Blaine getting his finger stuck in the seat belt is a pretty lengthy story so I will start working on it for another post. I'm sure you will all get a kick out of it...as most do with anything Blaine does, it seems. He has a knack for that, you know.
I hope everyone has a great day tomorrow....at least we can sleep a little later with schools being delayed.
Sara
How do I get so much done in the morning? I get up early because my husband has to leave early and I know if I don't get up and get showered and ready for work then, I won't get to. The morning is about the only time I can do anything....not that I get as much done as I would like. Blaine has been difficult this year when he comes home from school about getting his homework done, so I try to focus on him as much as I can. That is....with an almost 2 year old whining for me after being gone. Thankfully Brayden is good enough to get to the table and get his done without much harping.
Why did I have a baby in December? Let me tell you....I had it ALL planned out when I wanted to get pregnant. I planned around when I would be showing and having to buy maternity clothes, the weather and whether I would be a beached whale in the middle of the summer. So we were gonna try to get pregnant starting AFTER Christmas. I guess God was reminding me that you can't plan everything. When I went to the Dr. they told me my due date was Christmas day! Are you kidding me? And as far as birthday parties in December...I strictly remember telling everyone DO NOT mix his birthday with his Christmas. Until he is older and wants something expensive and he agrees to it ahead of time. I requested that his birthday presents be wrapped in birthday paper and his Christmas presents be wrapped in Christmas paper.
For his first birthday, my then mother-in-law wrapped his birthday paper in Hanukkah paper. When did we become Jewish anyway? I don't know if she did it to get under my skin (she never did care much for me) or if she just really had no idea that the blue paper with the Star of David plastered all over it was not birthday paper.
Does Brayden really notice what other mothers are wearing in the car rider line? I very seriously doubt it. He has never mentioned anything. The only thing he asked for at Christmas was cologne that one of our friends wear. He is a little more into himself right now instead of the mothers. And in case you are wondering what cologne...Very Sexy from Victoria's Secret. What is even funnier than that? He had no idea that is what it was called or that is where it was from. I think if he knew that he wouldn't have asked for it. But it hasn't stopped him from wearing it! I used to take the boys to school in my pj's and then come back home and get ready for work...before Bryson. And I would pray I didn't get hit by one of the morons that can't figure out who should go next at the stop sign and have to get out in my pajamas with everyone watching.
Blaine was telling me about the quilt thing at school. He asked me if he could take some pictures of my quilts to school tomorrow. I told him I would see what I could come up with. I was always crafty as a little one and it turned artsy fartsy in school. I took every art class available at school and couldn't get enough. I wish I was able to do more now but there is not enough time nor space to leave it out and lock out the kids. I even was offered art scholarships but I was dumb and got married instead. We all know where that ended up!
Blaine getting his finger stuck in the seat belt is a pretty lengthy story so I will start working on it for another post. I'm sure you will all get a kick out of it...as most do with anything Blaine does, it seems. He has a knack for that, you know.
I hope everyone has a great day tomorrow....at least we can sleep a little later with schools being delayed.
Sara
Their Back!!
They went back to school this morning! Very reluctantly...but they went. It didn't help that was pouring down rain either. It is amazing how much more I get done in the mornings when we have a schedule to stick to. I have gotten a lot done already! Supper is in the crock pot and starting smell good already. Mom sent home the left over ham after Christmas and the broth after she cooked the bone. Homemade broths and stocks are always better than store bought. I threw in the ham and some broth, a can of tomatoes (store bought because the canned ones from the garden are already getting low), a can of green beans, a couple of potatoes, a sliced carrot, and a good sprinkle of garlic powder. I usually put corn in my ham soup but I guess when I used the last can I didn't add it to my grocery list. I got it all together and thought it did look weird without the corn so I did something I have never done before. Yes....I picked corn out of the frozen vegetables! Bryson always ate mixed veggies well but lately hasn't so I was prepared to throw them away last time, but thought maybe I could find something to do with them. I am glad I kept them! Although it would be better if there were more, but it was better than nothing.
Bryson is getting a lot of work done also. He has been vacuuming this whole time. Then I heard a strange noise like when a real vacuum sucks up a bunch of crumbs. i just went to see what he was doing and he had gotten pretzels out of the cabinet and dumped them in the floor so he could vacuum those. Then as I was looking at this mess he starts hollering, "I'm stuck! I'm stuck!" I looked over and he had crawled under his basketball goal that is shorter than him and stood up. He had the rim around his neck and I had flash backs of Blaine having to go to the hospital to get the seat belt cut off his finger. Thankfully the rim is covered with foam so I removed it quickly and all is well.
I have one more strip on my quilt until I will have to go to the fabric store to buy more muslin. I plan on finishing the last one hopefully tonight and I can pack up all my stuff and have my kitchen back for a few days for Brayden's birthday party that we had to postpone thanks to the stomach bug. Of course, Saturday will probably end up being the coldest day of the winter so far, and I will have all these kids stuck in my house without being able to outside. i guess we will manage.
On to deliver the little one to Paw Paw's house. He is crying for him already this morning. Grandma is chopped liver in his book until it is lunch time! Then on to a rainy, gloomy kind of Monday, but Tuesday, day of work!
Sara
Bryson is getting a lot of work done also. He has been vacuuming this whole time. Then I heard a strange noise like when a real vacuum sucks up a bunch of crumbs. i just went to see what he was doing and he had gotten pretzels out of the cabinet and dumped them in the floor so he could vacuum those. Then as I was looking at this mess he starts hollering, "I'm stuck! I'm stuck!" I looked over and he had crawled under his basketball goal that is shorter than him and stood up. He had the rim around his neck and I had flash backs of Blaine having to go to the hospital to get the seat belt cut off his finger. Thankfully the rim is covered with foam so I removed it quickly and all is well.
I have one more strip on my quilt until I will have to go to the fabric store to buy more muslin. I plan on finishing the last one hopefully tonight and I can pack up all my stuff and have my kitchen back for a few days for Brayden's birthday party that we had to postpone thanks to the stomach bug. Of course, Saturday will probably end up being the coldest day of the winter so far, and I will have all these kids stuck in my house without being able to outside. i guess we will manage.
On to deliver the little one to Paw Paw's house. He is crying for him already this morning. Grandma is chopped liver in his book until it is lunch time! Then on to a rainy, gloomy kind of Monday, but Tuesday, day of work!
Sara
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