Last night while eating dinner, our dog walked by the table. His docked tail caught my attention-yup, you guessed it, a pantyliner was wrapped around it.
He didn't seem to mind the feminine hygiene product. As long as he got some table food, I suppose it was a fair trade-off.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Handwriting & Poo
I am really awful-I don't mean to neglect this blog...I am just such a handwriting person...My journals are full of my meandering thoughts, and happenings w/the kids, and this blog has gone neglected...
I suppose I just don't type too well....and there's something to be said for handwriting. I still love re-reading my Nana's old cookbooks where I can almost see her in her kitchen jotting notes to remember her impromptu additions to recipes. Mostly they were in her head, but the notes, and that specific handwriting, just feel like her. I feel like I still have a part of her.
In my sewing room I have a framed note she sent me before she died. It was written on the back of a blank page of an old date book, never written on. It says something like, "I love the nice notes I get from you, we never have trouble talking on the phone do we?". I look at it often. Handwriting is such a personal thing. I hope that my journals will mean something special to my girls when I am no longer here to write in them. They will have a piece of me forever. My cookbooks are filled w/my scrawl as well....god knows I change every recipe I try.
On to poo-I've picked up 3 turds already today off of my living room floor-Peyton isn't getting the message about the whole POTTY thing...............................then Brooke pooped in Peyton's potty to "show her" what to do. Great, now I get to dump man-turds from the kiddie potty too. Motherhood is very glamorous. I haven't stopped gagging yet today.
Oh, and Brooke wrapped 2 panty-liners around my bedroom fan.
I am close to opening that bottle of champagne in my fridge. Very close.
I suppose I just don't type too well....and there's something to be said for handwriting. I still love re-reading my Nana's old cookbooks where I can almost see her in her kitchen jotting notes to remember her impromptu additions to recipes. Mostly they were in her head, but the notes, and that specific handwriting, just feel like her. I feel like I still have a part of her.
In my sewing room I have a framed note she sent me before she died. It was written on the back of a blank page of an old date book, never written on. It says something like, "I love the nice notes I get from you, we never have trouble talking on the phone do we?". I look at it often. Handwriting is such a personal thing. I hope that my journals will mean something special to my girls when I am no longer here to write in them. They will have a piece of me forever. My cookbooks are filled w/my scrawl as well....god knows I change every recipe I try.
On to poo-I've picked up 3 turds already today off of my living room floor-Peyton isn't getting the message about the whole POTTY thing...............................then Brooke pooped in Peyton's potty to "show her" what to do. Great, now I get to dump man-turds from the kiddie potty too. Motherhood is very glamorous. I haven't stopped gagging yet today.
Oh, and Brooke wrapped 2 panty-liners around my bedroom fan.
I am close to opening that bottle of champagne in my fridge. Very close.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
brooke
ok-brooke got a hold of it this morning...looks like little house on the prarie jammies on her, but...she loves it...
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
spaulding...
Some of you know that Brooke has been called spaulding b/c of her 'poo' adventures and nakedness...I write about her frequently in my journals...her craziness is unparallelled to this point.
Here is what I'm dealing with in a nutshell. Notice how I am not missing a beat on the phone. The pictures were all taken by Taylor.... the pic of Brooke watching the monkey-don't ask me...
re-cons and such...
Taylor refused to take off her jammies, so, here we are...
So I've taken to re-constructing some of Bill's old oxford shirts that were just too yuck-around-the-collar to wear anymore & turning them into cute dresses for the girls...and today made some pretty scarves-one for me, and one for mom as a thank you for taking time off of work to help me out w/the kids during my surgery last week....
....Oh, and I've been making baby slings too...the one pictured here I just sent to Patricia in Spain for baby Gonzalo.
I'll get the pics up of the dresses when they're finished....
And here they are...little longer than I thought, but she'll grow.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
trying..
I've been trying to workout-really trying...but the kids just aren't being very cooperative. I wake up early, & Peyton is calling me from her crib, who then wakes up Brooke who wants to go downstairs for chocolate milk, not the treadmill.
I've realized that what is happening is that I am putting on workout clothes everyday, telling myself, it's OK, try again during nap time, only nap time comes & Peyton is asleep, but Brooke is singing "mommy come get me out of here" to the tune of jingle bells. So I spring her from her "nap" so Peyton can have one, but this doesn't help me get a workout in. Because she wants to play & doesn't understand that mommy needs to shed those extra few pounds, which, by the way, were put there because of the very same people who are preventing me from taking them off.
Now everyone is in bed, and after driving to & from pre-k, dressing & undressing Brooke 500 times today, wiping boogers from crusty faces, changing diapers, making dinner, doing laundry..........another day has gone by & my workout clothes really haven't been worked out in, just worn.
I'm sure one day I'll look back on this fondly....now I just want to sleep (after I fold laundry). Tomorrow is another day, right? The sports bra will see another day!
I've realized that what is happening is that I am putting on workout clothes everyday, telling myself, it's OK, try again during nap time, only nap time comes & Peyton is asleep, but Brooke is singing "mommy come get me out of here" to the tune of jingle bells. So I spring her from her "nap" so Peyton can have one, but this doesn't help me get a workout in. Because she wants to play & doesn't understand that mommy needs to shed those extra few pounds, which, by the way, were put there because of the very same people who are preventing me from taking them off.
Now everyone is in bed, and after driving to & from pre-k, dressing & undressing Brooke 500 times today, wiping boogers from crusty faces, changing diapers, making dinner, doing laundry..........another day has gone by & my workout clothes really haven't been worked out in, just worn.
I'm sure one day I'll look back on this fondly....now I just want to sleep (after I fold laundry). Tomorrow is another day, right? The sports bra will see another day!
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