Thursday, November 13, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
At dinner, we say grace. We take turns saying something. Last night J started and he prayed that his team would win the last soccer game (tomorrow). I prayed for my cousin's family and for Jesus to open the door for Keith. Ok... here come the tears again. :( Anyway, Kent was next and he prayed also for Keith's family and then my youngest prayed for a yummy dinner.
During dinner, our conversation was about death and funerals and memorial services. Not your typical dinnertime talk, but it came up and we just kind of went with it. J was confused as to what a funeral was and what a memorial service was. K is only six, so we really had to talk in six-year-old language. I said that a funeral is where a dead person is put in a big box and the box is put in the ground. People stand around the box and say things and then dirt is pile up over the box. The box is buried in the ground. A memorial service is where there is no dead person, no body, no box. People come to remember the person and they can say things that they remember about that person. Kind of sounds too simple, but kids don't really understand if it's too hard.
My husband said that he wanted to be cremated. I said that at first I wanted my body to be buried, but then again, I didn't want worms crawling through my body. Cremation was probably a better plan, but where did I want my ashes? Certainly not in a little box to sit and gather dust on a mantle. Maybe to spread them down in California, a place I remember visiting as a child. My husband said, "Why not Arizona? That's where a lot of your family is." I said I just didn't know. He wants his ashes spread over the islands which are west of where we live.
Anyway, J had said that he went to a place (a building) once where all these dead people were. I looked at him and asked if he meant a mausoleum. He said he didn't know. He then asked what the area is called of a hospital that has all the dead people. I told him that was a morgue.
Meanwhile, my husband started getting gross in his explanation of something else and since it was dinner, I made him stop. We were eating chicken and he was talking about rotting flesh and stuff. Ewww!
Well, that's basically what we talked about at dinner and I don't know if it helped any, but at least we are very open and will talk about pretty much anything with the kids.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
You find out interesting things when you have sons, like...
1.) A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq.. ft.
house 4 inches deep.
2.) If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller
blades, they can ignite.
3.) A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded
4.) If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong
enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It
is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four
walls of a 20x20 ft. room.
5.) You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When
using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before
you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.
6.) The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by
a ceiling fan.
7.) When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too
8.) Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.
9.) A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a
36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.
10.) Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old
11.) Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same
12.) Super glue is forever.
13.) No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool,you still can't
walk on water.
14.) Pool filters do not like Jell-O.
15.) VCR's do not eject 'PB & J' sandwiches even though TV commercials
show they do.
16.) Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.
17.) Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.
18.) You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.
19.) Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not
20.) The fire department in Austin , TX has a 5-minute response
21.) The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms
22.) It will, however, make cats dizzy.
23.) Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.
24.) 80% of Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or
25.) 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Now I'm stuck attending all the practices and all the games... without my husband. I go normally, but it's nice to have someone to watch with. I told J last night at bedtime how hurt his dad was about all this and that he should really think about what he is saying to his dad and to be respectful of him. I said that his dad really enjoyed the practices and the games, but now he doesn't want to go because he's afraid if he says something, J will get angry with him.
Kids are not little adults. They don't think like we do and don't understand when adults take what they say in a different way than intended. I explained this to my husband but he was just too angry to let it sink in.
I hope that with a couple days of a cooling-off period that this blows over.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I asked him about it yesterday, if he'd gone to find it, and he said the playground ladies wouldn't let him have it. Hmmm..... why would that be?? My husband thinks he's lying. He is six. He tends to fib. I told him if he didn't bring it home today (Tuesday) that he wouldn't be able to go to scouts on Wednesday. He LOVES scouts. I told him to tell his teacher that he needs to bring home the missing hoodie. We'll see what happens.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Meanwhile, all weekend the kids tried to avoid doing their chores. They sat around watching t.v. or playing outside. I always encourage them to play outside, but of course I like them to do their chores first. Being sick, I really wasn't on top of my game. Finally, at almost the last moment (about an hour before dinner), I reminded them of their chores. They pouted, but they did them.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
I brought it to work with me today and had it for my morning snack. It was actually 11 o'clock when I ate it. Sure, it was kind of tasty, but nothing like I imagined it would be. I thought it was going to be super moist and would melt in my mouth. This was not the case. It had kind of that fake-o artificial chocolate taste. And you know what? It gave me a stomachache!
After eating it, I recalled how I had eaten a Twinkie a few years back and it made me ill as well. Too much sugar and artificial everything. Those goodies that I ate as a kid - I cannot handle them anymore. They don't taste as good as I remember. I guess that's why they are geared towards kids. Adults know better and stay away!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
The team's name right now is the Cheetahs. No one has thought of a better name, so it's the Cheetahs unless something else comes along. One of the other boys on the team said they could be the Cheetos - ha! I laughed! Good one! Then another boy said, "Let's be the Cheerios!" Silly sixth graders.
Friday, July 11, 2008
My kids can help me deliver products!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The oldest, 11, mentioned he was going outside to do chores and he asked his little brother to put firewood by the fireplace. That was the last of it (the conversation and any thought of doing chores) as they both started playing some made-up game. They were shooting each other with those foam-disk guns. They played loudly (while I was trying to do some reading for book discussion group) and I asked them to be quiet.
Thirty minutes or so later, their dad walked in and guess what? The oldest immediately put his shoes on and started doing chores! Ugh!!! I felt angry because why is it that when dad appears, the kids decide to finally do their chores??
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
This same child always asks for some type of dessert after he finished his dinner. Last night it was, "Can I have a cookie now?" UGH! I flat out said, "No." He asked why and I told him it was because he is always expecting dessert. We don't have dessert on a regular basis. I'd rather he have a surprise dessert instead of expecting something every night.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Hubby walked into the room and told him he could have grapes instead of chips and that boy's eyes lit up! He ate his snack. He even ate all his dinner!
Today when I get home, the boys will be coming off the bus and they'll most likely ask for a snack (the last time they would have eaten would be 11:30 or so, for lunch) and I'll happily reply, "Yes, you can have cherries or bananas," and if they ask for anything else, the answer will be NO.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
A little bit later, my five-year-old son said, "I think we should have a day of quiet and no being loud and no t.v. and no blankets." Ha ha! Too funny!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Be sure to read through all the different sections. The author is quite sarcastic, so be prepared!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I thought I'd share something I found funny from my 2006 calendar. It was one of those page-a-day things. This was for Thursday, August 24:
"A Sure Hit"
Someone on the Internet has come up with a great idea for a new Survivor TV show. It features six dads with four kids each, and all are stuck on an island for six weeks and forced to share only one car and one TV (which has no remote). Each kid has to play two sports and take one art or music class. With no access to fast food, each dad has to cook three meals a day plus do housework, correct all homework, do laundry, and attend PTA meetings. Kids vote the men off the island based on such criteria as lunches packed and clothes ironed. The last man on the island is crowned "Mother"--and gets to repeat the experience for eighteen more years.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Here is the link:
Thursday, April 24, 2008
After being married 14 years and me not getting pregnant, it was time for less-drastic measures than tossing $30K to the wind (for medical procedures) - hubby and I signed with an adoption agency and got started on the homestudy process. We also had to get certified in CPR and had extensive training (parenting classes, HIV awareness, Hepatitis classes, etc.). We needed to be licensed foster parents in order to bring in children from the system that we possibly wanted to adopt.
To make a long story short, we brought in two kids and knew right from the start that they were home. There would never be any other placement for them except in our house. And after over 1 1/2 years of them being with us, we were able to finalize our adoption.
So here I am, 44, with two kids in grade school. A friend of mine from high school recently became a grandma! She's got teenagers and I've got little kids. My sister has teens and 20-ish-aged kids and I've got little kids. I wouldn't trade my littles for the world. They were meant to be with my hubby and I.