Friday, July 31, 2009

Date Night!

Mr. Wonderful and I had an impromptu date night...just got back, as a matter of fact. It was fab. So nice to reconnect, laugh, flirt, enjoy each other...sigh, it was just like dating.

I asked him if he'd still think I was "hot" when we were old and gray...

He said, "No, probably not."

I gasped, "What!!!???"

He looked at me, like "duh"...and said, "Uh, yeah. Pretty sure I will since I think the sun rises and sets on your a**!!"

Mmmmm...ain't he the best?! Man, I love him.


Humiliation at Grandma's

I am so honored to be guest blogging for Mama M today! Besides being my bestie, I admire her as a woman and mother and friend SO much! Plus she laughs at most of my jokes, so bonus! She first told me that I needed to guest blog when I told her the following story (which doesn't involve Mama M but did involve her laughing so hard she cried when I told it her)--so I thought I'd share the joy that was my humiliation :)

I'm not a runner. I'm barely what you'd call a "walker". I'm what you'd call "indoorsy" (took that from a Jim Gaffigan bit). But I have this idea of a future self that's much like an action figure: Action Figure Tara! (can you here the "da-da-DAAAH!" and see the bright yellow cape flowing in the wind? Yep, my cape would be yellow--such a happy color!). Anyway, I fancy myself an action hero but reality is far from it. (that's me in the blue tank pretending I can go fast)



So when a friend of mine from Bible Study (A is on the right in the pic) was praying about making changes in her life and God put it in her heart to "do" a 5K, I told her that sounded fun! (why?!? cuz I'm delusional). I told her I'd be supportive and do it with her; and then my other friend (we'll call her Red) joined in the fun. So the three of us trekked up to Duluth for the Grandma's 5K.


For those of you not from MN, Grandma's is serious business. I actually didn't know this (I'm going to say it's because I'm from SD originally but really I just don't pay attention to these kinds of things). So we get there and there are 1,522 participants! AND ESPN is announcing the race (what?! wait?! it's a race? I thought this was, you know, for fun).

My friends position themselves up in the crowd because they are runners and actually belong in the race. I position myself behind the fast walkers but ahead of the octagenarians. And my goal? to NOT finish LAST.

About 1 mile in I'm going as fast as my little legs can carry me when the last of the senior citizens pass me by--grandpa cruises past me without a glance and grandma gives me a look of pity and says "sorry dear" and then speeds ahead. Seriously!? At this point I'm having words with God like "Why did you put me here? what am I learning from this?!" but He had even more to teach me; plus I think he must've needed a good laugh.

Three levels of humiliation:
1: The 5K requires 2 city streets to be closed down and so as soon as I was the last one I realize that I have a police escort (vehicle) ON MY TAIL. I kept whipping my head around to give a dirty look as if to say "back off!" when I realize that BEHIND the police escort are about 50 cars waiting to get through--waiting for slow, pitiful me!

2. So around mile 2 all of the people who were at the finish line watching the race decide they've seen most of the racers come in and it's time to go home. They are headed back to their cars and they see the police escort and the massive traffic jam and look ahead of it all to see me. The looks on their faces are "Awww. . look! there's one left!" and then yelled some variation of "You can do it!" at me. Really it was sweet but in the moment it didn't feel all that sweet. Luckily I had sunglasses on and they couldn't see my scowl :)

And 3. I'm coming around the corner for the last 1/8 mile and the finish line and I'm praying OUT LOUD for there to be no one waiting there but maybe my friends (who I found out later were thinking maybe I'd dropped out and was waiting at the car). I come around the corner and Red and A start cheering for me (probably just excited I'm still alive) and they capture the attention of the ESPN announcer who picks up his microphone and announces "Wait folks! We have one more! It's Tara Tollefson from St. Joseph MN! Let's Cheer her in!" At this point I"m praying for God to cause an earthquake in Duluth and just swallow me up. SO I decide to try to RUN the last little bit in order to not look totally stupid. Yeah, I momentarily forgot that I don't run! So I cross the finish line hyperventilating and Red and A run up to hug me and I threw up my hands and said "nope. need a minute!"

It took me about 30 minutes to go from upset to elated and recognize the gift God had given me that day. The beauty is that we had a fabulous girl's day in Duluth, I did actually finish (though considered giving up several times) AND that when I do it again next year I can't possibly do WORSE! Plus it makes for a heck of story :)
Thanks Mama M and Happy Weekend to all you beautiful blog readers!
Mama M's Bestie, Tara




Thursday, July 30, 2009

Surprises...and fun stuff!

Last night, at work, I was surprised by this:

My sweet Mr. Wonderful sent me these gorgeous flowers...'cuz he missed me! Between camping in the wild with our children, business conferences, and my evening work schedule, we haven't seen much of each other! What a fun surprise...he used to be the most romantic guy when we were dating...fun little surprises, flowers, candy trails leading to a sweet card. Then, well, we got married! I joke that he stopped being Mr. Romance as soon as the church doors slammed shut! Sigh...looks like he still has it in him!

I also have (Achoo!) this nasty summer (Achoo!!) head cold...seems like (Achoo!) I can't go for more than (Achoo!) 14 seconds without (Achoo!!) sneezing! Darn colds (Achoo!), I hate being sick in the summer. (Achoo!!!) He thought maybe the flowers would brighten my day...and they did (now, if they could only make this cold go away!).

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In other, fun news...I'm handing over control to a guest blogger tomorrow! Yup, my bestie, Tara, is takin' the reins for the day! And what she posts will be as much of a surprise to me, as it is to you!

She has some fabulously funny stories...and I'm so very excited to hear (see?) what she has to say!

Until then, my friends...



Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Conspiracy Theory?

Anyone else ever notice how, when gas prices go up, so does the rate at which you consume your gas?

Seems like, way back when, when gas was under 2 bucks a gallon, I could go forever on a tank of gas. Now, gas is somewhere around $2.40 (at least here, in the Upper Midwest!), and I need to "fill 'er up" weekly (or better). When prices were around four dollars, I felt like I needed to re-fill as soon as I left the gas station! I think they must dilute the expensive gas, or something...

Okay, so I'm not really a conspiracy theorist, but sheesh! I'd really rather spend that money on a fab pair of shoes, you know?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Summer Fun! (For real!)

We had a fabulous summer day for our annual tradition: ValleyFair! ValleyFair is Minnesota's version of Disney World, 'cept it's more like, um, a teeny, tiny, eensy, weensy Disney World...still good for us Minnesotan's!

Tradition holds that the Monster is our (oh, who am I kidding) their first ride...I don't do it, makes me barf in mouth a little...



Here's Tiny Girl, chillaxin' in her new stroller. I went against everything in me and purchased a second hand Maclaren, for $2--yes, that's right. Two bucks. I couldn't pass it up!
Little A., trying to see how much "peed in" pool water he can drink:

And last, but certainly not least, the lovely Miss E., atop a carousel pony...lovin' life.


Oh, what a great day it was! Even my Grandpa, at nearly 80, went on the big thrill rides! And we didn't even lose any children, whew!!



Prayers for Sweet Stellan

As many of you are well aware, sweet Stellan McKinney is being airlifted to Boston Tuesday. Seeking prayers for the doctors (guided by the Great Physician), that they are able to obliterate Stellan's SVT once and for all. Poor little guy has been fighting all weekend, he deserves some reprieve (and so does the MckFamily!!). My prayers are with them, my thoughts are with them, my heart goes out to them.

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And here's my photo! I wanted to pick an "older" photo...here's my lovely Miss E., at her second birthday party. Totally partied out and lovin' on her Great-Grandma H. Don't have a ton of photos with my kiddos and G.G H. (she's still alive and well, we just don't see her often enough!), so this one is "especially" special!

I love how it appears that Miss E. is "worrying" G.G.H's shirt...Tiny Girl does the same thing when she's sleepy!


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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Redneck Mama...

This may very well be a "you just had to be there" story, but we'll see if I can do it justice!

This, is my mama: (well, okay, not just my mama, also my Grandpa, and my goofy aunt, Nature Girl...)



Note her pearly white, gorgeous teeth (my mom's, not my aunt's...not that they (my aunt's teeth--hmm, can you parenthesis in a parenthesis?), aren't you know, pearly and white). They didn't come easy to her. No, indeed they did not...as those teeth would be veneers! I have an uncle who works for a large dental company...a dental company that does cosmetic dentistry. Since they (my parents, not my the dental company), you know, know my uncle, he was able to get them those gorgeous teeth "for just the lab fees" (essentially, for cost)...here's the catch: those performing the procedure were "learning" it. Know what it takes to learn something? Yup, practice! It makes perfect, right?

Well, I dunno 'bout you, but there are somethings I just won't let anyone practice on me, although some things, I'd be okay with. Need to practice bagging my groceries? Go right ahead (just don't squish my bread)! Learning how to give a massage? Certainly I'd sacrifice myself for that, no hesitation...here's my naked back, have it! Oh, what's that? You need practice cleaning homes? Knock yourself out...you'd get some fabulous experience with my home! Heck, I'd even let you practice starting an IV on me! (Aren't I generous?!) Cosmetic dentistry, however? Not a chance! Don't even want to think about letting someone practice on me! Geez, I'm considering sedation dentistry...just for a cleaning and exam (silly, isn't it? When I'll push a 7 pound baby out of me without a lick of pain meds? I know, I'm a little nutso!). Turns out, I think my mom would agree with me, now. She has had nothing but trouble since her procedure...root canals, broken veneers, messed up bite...but, I digress, and here's the story:

My mama and I were dining out one evening, having just enjoyed a fabulous day of shopping! We were sitting, chatting, enjoying our food, when she bit into a flatbread pizza. Suddenly, she gets a "deer in headlights" look, and proceeds to spit out a tooth. Now, not knowing which tooth, she opens her mouth, I catch a glimpse of the gaping hole where her (almost) front tooth had been, and I burst into hysterical laughter. I'm talking gasping for air, tears running down my cheeks, crossing my legs so I don't pee my pants, kind of hysterics. She looked like a crazy, redneck mama, without that tooth!

I felt terrible. I looked away, composed myself, looked back to give her the comfort she deserved...and burst into giggles, again. She, however, did not see the humor in it...quite yet. She wasn't in any pain, thank goodness (or you'd really think I was one bum for a daughter!).

Just when I had pulled myself together...she started talking. Everytime she said the "f" sound, her lip would flap in the breeze coming out of the ginormous gap in her mouth. And, yup...off I'd go. Laughing, crying, peeing my pants...at such an inappropriate time. Sigh...you'd think I could've been a little more mature about it, huh? Turns out, I still can't even talk about it without laughing my head off...thankfully, she now sees the humor in it...and laughs along with me.

Now, if only I had a picture of her with her missing tooth!!


The Boys are Back in Town!!


"The boys (and girls) are back in town (the boys (and girls) are back in town),
The boys (and girls) are back in toooowwwnn!"


The camper girls!!

The BWCAW (or "Boundary Waters") was a blast for the fearless campers! Everyone came back alive and unharmed (save for the gash one teenager got that "probably" should have had a "stitch or two"...but, alas, it was not one of my children...so all's well, right?!)...they are down one Barbie fishing pole, but the story goes, they were told, "That's okay Dad, I can just get another one, right?" And that would be my lovely Miss E., speaking like the princess she is (good thing she has a birthday comin' up!).

Their large group of twelve (9 children, 3 adults) got "caught" by the Boundary Waters police...who was asking my BIL in one canoe "Are you with that red canoe?" (he was) To which my BIL replied, "Nope, I don't know them." Mr. Ranger says, "You don't know that red canoe?" BIL confirms, "No." Red canoe then yells out, "Hey Dad, I think this is the portage!!" Busted. Oh, well...Mr. Ranger was kind to them, let them go without a fine, the group then camped on the "edge" of the Boundary Waters at a campground...group consensus was that this was a blessing in disguise!

However, said campground had a resident black bear that roamed the premises, seemingly unafraid of humans. One BIL was "accidentally" about 3 feet away from it! Yikes!!! All the kiddos got to see Mr. Bear (who, apparently was quite large, and quite close) and they got quite a kick out of it. Me? I'm just glad I don't hear these stories until after they're back. And I worry for nothing? I don't think so!

So good to have them home.


Friday, July 24, 2009

Roses and Thorns

A few months ago, we were visiting our awesome friends, Dr. J and her hubby, Mr. Patient (as in, patience not patients!)--(who missed his professional baseball calling, and instead, stays home with their adorable kiddos!).


Dr. J and I have known one another since first grade. It is an awesome, easy friendship. One thing that is also awesome about our friendship, is that we share the same beliefs in our faith (now, politics? That's another story!!). So, it goes, we were dining at their home one night, we said our pre-meal prayer, and Dr. J says, "Okay, Roses and Thorns?" And her daughter began to list off the "roses" for her day (friends, fun, candy, etc.) and the "thorns" (rain, having to share, etc.).

What a fantastic idea! Well, being the thieves that we are, we stole their idea and now enjoy hearing about one another's "roses and thorns"! In our crazy home, we sometimes have a hard time getting a word in edgewise, so this provides each of our children a special time to tell everyone something about their day, and, also, gives them time to speak in front of others...a little "public speaking" opportunity, if you will!

We've really enjoyed "roses and thorns", our kiddos especially (even if Little A. sometimes gets the rose confused with the thorn!)...and hope that we're passing a wonderful tradition on to our children! Thanks Dr. J and Mr. Patient!


Thursday, July 23, 2009

100th Post Winner!

Okay, so it turns out you'll just have to take my word for this...it appears I'm obscenely a bit computer illiterate and can not find a way to post the little thing from random.org that gave me our winner! But, anywho...

Out of ten entries, number 4 was the "chosen one"! Congrats to Meghan, send me a little note via email (right sidebar on my blog) and I'll hook you up with somethin' sweet!

And, since many of you were curious...it actually wasn't my children who lost my phone. It was tucked away, safe and sound, in my purse. Where it belonged!! I found it funny that Little A. so confidently told me where it was(n't)...stinker!!

Oh, and if any of you feel like helping me out...how the heck do you take "snapshots" of a computer screen and post them? Or is that something deserving a college degree in computer science, or at least participation in a college course in it?


Note to Self...

Updated update: Comments are now off! And if it weren't so dang late and I weren't so darn tired, I'd head on over to random.org and find us a winner right now. But, alas, it's late and I'm tired. So, tomorrow, my dear friends! G'nite!

Update: Oh, sweet lurkers, come out, come out where ever you are! Just a little FYI--I'll shut off comments to this post tonight, midnight(ish), and determine the winner a bit later (like tomorrow)! :)

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Dearest, lovely, charming, intelligent self,

The next time you have grand ideas or blissful images about taking two small children out for supper, on your own, please disregard them. You should know better than to think it would be enjoyable...or at the very least, make sure you visit an establishment with appropriately working restraints on their high chairs. Just sayin'...

Oh, and while we're at it...when you ask your three year old, "Did you see where Tiny Girl put my cell phone?" and he answers, in complete confidence and without any hesitation, "Yeah, it falled off the couch." Don't believe a word he says.

And, have I told you, yet, that I think you are lovely, charming and intelligent? Oh...I have? Ahem...sorry.

All my love,
Me

P.S Did you know that this is your 100th post?!!

Oh, and P.P.S (or is it P.S.S?): Did you know this is your third post for today, lame-o? I mean, lovely, charming, intelligent you...
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Egads!!!! My 100th post...somehow that snuck up on me, leaving me totally unprepared!! But I will tell you this...leave me a comment, and I will pick a winner at random and send you a lovely little prize. "What kind of a prize?" You ask. "I'm not really sure." I say. But it'll be enjoyable, I promise...and while we're at it, could someone pleeeaaassseeee stop the screech owls outside my window? They're kinda creepy!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Fabulous Customer Service!

I know I'm just one little person, one small voice...but I have to throw this out! I love great customer service...love it!! One of my newest discoveries is, Trader Joe's! I have been there twice, and each time I was overwhelmed by the kindness and helpfulness of their staff! So, with that, "Thank you, Trader Joe's"! You are fantastic!!


I'm sure my bestie, Tara, will be proud of me for spreading the "buzzzz" about great customer service (this is her expertise, afterall)! But, really, doesn't it make a difference when you are treated like you are valued?! It does to me!


P.S. FYI, any and all advertising is just from my kind and generous spirit (aka, uncompensated!!)...I just believe in both of these great companies!

Blog Hoppin' for Recipes!

My Gram is one fantabulous cook! Self taught and pretty darn amazing, she is! Nothing fancy, gourmet, or frou-frou...nope, we're talkin' strictly comfort food! Stick to your ribs kinda cookin'! This is one of my family's all-time favorite recipe of hers, a bit "putzy-er" than I usually do...but well worth the effort! Hope you enjoy it!

Swedish Meatballs

2 lbs. hamburger
1 lb. fresh ground pork
1 medium onion (process in food processor until slightly watery)
1 "sleeve" onion cracker crumbs (fine crumbs...food processor works great!)
2 eggs
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp allspice
1/2 tsp sugar
salt and pepper (to taste...just don't, you know, taste the raw hamburger! Use your best guess!)

Mix all together, form small balls (I use the smallest "Pampered Chef" cookie scoop) and brown (**see note below). Remove meatballs from pan. Save all drippings from pan and/or cookie sheet. In large frying pan, mix 2 cans cream of chicken soup along with a generous 1/2 can of water (soup can). Season gravy with a pinch of sugar, couple shakes of nutmeg and allspice, and a bit of salt and pepper to taste. Add meatballs, cook through until gravy is bubbly and slightly thinned.

Serve over or alongside (real!!) mashed potatoes. We love this meal with peas. Yummo!! Enjoy! Oh, and I'd love to hear if you love them as much as we do!

***Browning note: I prefer mine browned in a frying pan...this is the putzy part...I've found that if you drop them on a large, lightly buttered, cookie sheet and brown them in the oven on 375-400 for about 5 min, then throw them in the pan, it saves some time! They are firmer then and easier to work with! Or, if you don't care, just brown them all the way in the oven.




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Monday, July 20, 2009

Revelation...

When people find out I have five children, I usually get one of two responses:

"You don't look old enough to have five kids!" (I am. I promise...in fact, I am probably old enough to have more than five kids!)

Or,

"Wow! You must be crazy!!" (Crazy to have had five children or crazy because of five children, I'm not sure...I've never clarified with them!)

Well, tonight, I came to a startling revelation. Amazing really! (And now you may think I'm crazy too!) Mr. Wonderful and the three older kiddos left this afternoon on their annual Boundary Waters camping trip. A bit of quick math tells you that I'm left home with two. The little two. 3 years and 17 months. I'm sure most people would breathe a little sigh of relief at the ridiculously easy week I have ahead of me, right? I mean, certainly, numbers-wise, two has got to be easier than five, hasn't it?!

No. No, no, no!!! It is not! I had a eureka!!! moment today when I was contemplating a little personal hygiene (aka, a shower) it struck me...who the heck was gonna watch these littles while I was busy? No big brother or big sister to play with and stay occupied...so I rushed...wet, soap, rinse...all while I had a sobbing baby girl standing outside the shower (hey, at least I knew where she was, right!!).

It really, truly was quite the realization. Yeah, five is a lot. And I have often said, "Oh, it gets easier" to those with just one or two kiddos, who are in awe of my gaggle of children...but tonight, I really realized it. It is easier.

And I have a whole week ahead of me. Sigh...wish me luck!

Not My Child! Monday

The ever fabulous and creative MckMama is hosting a spin on our traditional "Not Me! Monday"...who doesn't love to tell stories about their kiddos? All things that did (not) happen, of course!

It wasn't MY child who, when staying at a very accommodating hotel for a baseball tournament, decided that pulling the fire alarm would be a wonderful pastime. And, no, of course the fire trucks and police cars weren't en route when it was determined that someone's unruly child caused the false alarm. No way would my child do such a thing! They are closely supervised at all times. Always.

My beautiful second born baby, when 6 weeks old, went through the common "breastfed, no poops for days and days on end". Being a nurse, I kept myself calm, knowing when she did finally deliver, I'd be longing for the days of no poops again. Low and behold, we weren't at my BFF's bridal shower when it happened. And not at my oldest son's kindergarten teacher's home. Needless to say, with poop literally from head to toe (did I mention literally?), many, many towels were used, and just as many hands helped to clean the little darling. Sigh...our children are so humbling. I mean, you know, not that it actually happened.

As a wee lil' lad, my oldest was never known to throw massive temper tantrums. You know, the sort that would cause one to leave their cart full of melting groceries smack dab in the middle of the grocery store? Oh, you don't know? Yeah, um, me neither. Not My Child, Heavens no!!

Well, that was fun! But, why is it, when I sit down to tap out the great stories, they seem to escape me? Could it be 'cause my sweet little munchkins are causing me to slowly lose my mind? *Gasp*...no, Not My Children! They are perfectly behaved, 110% of the time, rain or shine, sleep deprived or not. Perfect. Ahem...five crooked halos, I must say!

Have a fantabulous Monday! :)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

A Pill?

She came in with a "bump on the head", a sore throat, and a baby in her belly (which meant a visit to the birthing floor, not the ER).

She thought that, maybe, her bump was causing her sore throat. (Ahem, huh?) After being cleared "OB-wise" (aka, nothing wrong pregnancy or baby related), doctor's orders were that she was to be released from our floor to go to the ER.

"Hmmm", said she. "I don't really want to go to the ER. Don't you just have a pill you could give me?"

Uh...no.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Oh, What a Night!

It all started with her, giving everything back at us.


Then she started...

So as not to be left out, he joined in the fun.

The only one spared, was E.W.


For nearly twelve hours we dealt with one combination or another of children throwing up. Finally at 5am, we were all able to rest our weary heads! And when everyone woke up? Well, aside from a slightly sour smell that had permeated our home, you'd never have known anything was amiss. Now, it's just amess!!
Let the laundry begin!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Rude Awakening

Know what I woke up to this morning?

At 4:45am, Mr. Wonderful, deep in dreamland, punches me in the butt and yells, "GO!!!"

Great. Just real, stinkin' great. Think I got any sleep after that?

And, now, he thinks it's funny, hilarious even! It's a good thing he's cute.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Longing for the Days of Old...

Does anyone else ever, sometimes, long for the "good ol' days"? I'm finding myself frustrated at times over today's society and expectations (or, maybe, lack thereof).

What happened to a good face to face talk? Picking up the phone and calling someone to see how they are, rather than texting "what up dawg..." or something else equally appalling? Do you think "Generation Text" will ever know what it is to have a "real" conversation with someone? Do 5th graders really need cell phones? Will our children spend their time communicating via text with people in the same room? I'm not "anti" technology...more "moderate" tech...just think of the ease young adults now have with dating and Facebook or MySpace to help them out. No facing the rejection up front...just via a computer screen (good? bad? otherwise? Not sure!!)

How I wish for the days when children could play outside from dawn to dusk with the neighbor kids, only being called in for supper (which was met with groans and objections). No worries about child abductors, obese children, too much TV. We live on a secluded 8 acres...our children thrive in the safety of our property and the fact that they can play outside (unfortunately {or maybe not} without neighbor kids) for hours on end, using their imaginations and muscles!

Remember when everyone knew their neighbors by name. If you saw a someone else's child doing something that you knew their mother would disapprove of, you would correct them and you would hope that that mother would do likewise with your child.

Seems like parents today want to be friends more than parents to their children. I'm all for instilling a bit of fear and a healthy dose of respect in my kids. Not fear, as in, "oh my gosh, she's gonna beat me" but fear as in "oh, no...I just got the look"...and to think that the look was all it would take sometimes to know you were in deep doo. I know many parents are "anti-spanking"...we are not those parents. If the deed deserves it, our child will get a spanking...spanks are reserved for those things too naughty for a time out, or repetitive disobeying (when, obviously, the time outs aren't working). I've noticed, that the more children we've had, the less, actually, we find ourselves spanking. I think they learn from each other's actions!

And how 'bout accountability? Making our children be accountable for their actions? Forgot your homework? Bummer, guess you'll have to lose a few points and learn a lesson. Not the best player on the team? Hmmm...perhaps we need to practice more rather than have mom or dad demand you get a starting position on the team. Grrrr...this one really irks me...let your child earn his place in life, support them, encourage them, teach them...but for Heaven's sake, don't demand it.

I love being a parent. My family is my passion, my joy, my livelihood. I can only pray that I am doing what I think is best for our children, our family, our marriage. While I may not be totally in sync with some of society, and maybe (hopefully?) I'm a little old fashioned, in the end, I believe my kiddos will benefit from the boundaries, guidelines, and lifestyle we provide for them!

And if not? Well, guess they can blame me in their therapy...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

3 Things Blog Hop!

Hmmm...three things you don't know 'bout me, huh? Well, let's see...

1. I used to be a model. Ahem. Yup, totally serious, scout's honor, no lie. Okay, so I was, like, five (and who isn't cute at 5?), and it was for our small town children's clothing store, and my grandma did work there (nepotism at it's finest!). But, I did strut my stuff on a catwalk! Think New York Fashion Week, minus the celebrities, paparazzi and uber chic designers. Take away the posh, swanky venue, the rail thin models and, instead, imagine cute, chubby 5 year olds, knicker pants with matching vests walking a makeshift "catwalk" at our local ballroom with it's beer stained floors and perpetual smokey haze. Uh, huh...I used to be a model.

2. I once whacked my racquetball partner upside the head with my racquet (or is it racket) while playing an intense game of, well, racquetball. That'd be Tara, my BFF, and we then proceeded to laugh so hard we peed our pants...or maybe that was just her, I can't remember. Hmmm, maybe the game wasn't so intense as much as it's players were intensely un-athletic...or maybe that was just me. You never know.

3. If I could do anything at all, with no worries about income or benefits or health insurance, I'd open a candy store. Old fashioned, like in Willy Wonka. It'd have an old fashioned soda bar, and oodles of jars of candy, and we'd host birthday parties, and I'd be known as the CandyGal around town. Sigh. And then I'd sell it for a million bucks.

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Just 'cuz...

Little A. with my Uncle J.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Potty Talk

If you are in any way, shape or form offended, grossed out or bothered by a little potty (or poo) talk, this story is not for you...read at your own risk, or something.

A while back, I was bothered by a tummy bug...crampy, runs, that kind of bothered by. It just never seemed to get better. After a few weeks of this, I decided to see the doctor. He promptly ordered not one, but two stool samples. Since I could basically poop on cue, I left my first sample before I even left the clinic.

Now, remember that I work at a hospital? The hospital is affiliated with the clinic, so, conveniently, I could "just drop off the second sample at the lab", easy peasy. And it was...the next time I went to work, I carried my second BM collection in a little brown bag (well, you know, in a plastic container in that little brown bag, not in the bag itself...gross.).

I hand it over to the lab tech, who quickly hops on the computer to check the order (the order that calls for two stool samples). As I'm walking away she calls out,

"Is this number one?"

To which I replied, "Nope, it's number two!"

Only then did I realize what had actually come out of my mouth. And burst into hysterical laughter while I turned many, many shades of red! I noticed the lab tech giggling also, and wondered if I had been caught in some sort of "lab inside joke"!

Sheesh, number two!!!


Sunday, July 12, 2009

Not Too Shabby!

3rd out of 32!!

What an AWESOME weekend we had! Our boys finished in 3rd place, played like the fabulous players they are and made their mama's (and papa's) proud! Not sure how he manages to do it, but Big A. spent the majority of the weekend in this position:

My math skills (which means this number could be waaayyy off) tell me that Big A. did this for about 9 hours!! I'll tell you what, if you made me squat like that for 9 seconds my legs would be wobblin' like a bowl of jelly!

It's always a challenge to keep the younger four contained during these marathon baseball weekends, but they do pretty darn well! Ahem, I guess it helps if you feed them a steady diet of ring pops, Dippin' Dots, and soda pop! And keep them entertained by photographing said ring pops if they beg ask very nicely like the polite children they are.

Well, whatever it takes, huh?

And just because it's too hilarious not to share...Little A. wanted to play dress up during our Fourth of July celebration last week (it was raining, we were stuck inside)...no little boy dress-up clothes to be found, so the ever resourceful Dr. J improvised, and voila!


Super Boy was born!! Man, will this be great ammunition for those teenage years, huh?!!



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