Okay, so we're doing school just now and C has a page that has all kinds of pictures on it. Matches, a needle, an ax, a ball, blocks, a doll, a sled, safety pins, a pitchfork, and broken glass. He was to circle the pictures that were okay for kids to play with and X out the ones that weren't safe. He gets to the safety pins and says, "Mom, I had to X these out cuz these are for keeping babies diapers closed and we don't want to play with those."
So coming from a kid who ALWAYS had disposable sticky-tab diapers and NEVER had safety pins on his diapers (I don't even know if we have any safety pins in the house!), just exactly HOW did he come to this knowledge? LOL
It's just so funny to me how they inherently know some things and yet are oblivious to others.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Is that another beaver??
No...it was a ground hog. LOL Well, I went to the store last night and as I was driving home, I saw some roadkill that hadn't been there when I left. My headlights shone on it and I was sure it was a beaver. But, no...not in town. So I drove on. But then remembered what was in the newspaper about the lake that was near our neighborhood being 'trashed' by a family of beavers. So I went around the block to get a 'better look.'
Well, it was still there this morning (of course) when the boys and I went to run an errand. I was now sure (in the light of day) that it was a beaver...only the tail looked different. So I called Terry and asked if he saw the dead beaver on the road near the house. Here is the conversation that followed:
Terry: Are you sure it was there when I went to work?
Me: Yeah, why do you ask that?
Terry: I don't know...I was just wondering if you just saw it or if you are trying to tell me you hit it this morning. (chuckle)
Me: No...it was there last night and was definitely dead when I saw it, smarty.
Well, after thinking more about it, I realize the tail just wasn't right....so I looked up ground hog....and sure enough. It is a ground hog...which is in the beaver family, hence the similar markings.
Oy, what is it with me and these rodent creatures???
Well, it was still there this morning (of course) when the boys and I went to run an errand. I was now sure (in the light of day) that it was a beaver...only the tail looked different. So I called Terry and asked if he saw the dead beaver on the road near the house. Here is the conversation that followed:
Terry: Are you sure it was there when I went to work?
Me: Yeah, why do you ask that?
Terry: I don't know...I was just wondering if you just saw it or if you are trying to tell me you hit it this morning. (chuckle)
Me: No...it was there last night and was definitely dead when I saw it, smarty.
Well, after thinking more about it, I realize the tail just wasn't right....so I looked up ground hog....and sure enough. It is a ground hog...which is in the beaver family, hence the similar markings.
Oy, what is it with me and these rodent creatures???
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Hilarious Ebay Auction 2...
I decided to move this description over here to my blog as a follow up on the post below. I know that after a certain amount of time, these item descriptions time-out and I wanted to have this one saved for posterity! LOL This woman had 53 watchers during this item auction and ended up winning $142.51 for these piddly cards. Yowza! LOL
I'm selling a bunch of Pokemon cards. Why? Because my kids sneaked them into my shopping cart while at the grocery store and I ended up buying them because I didn't notice they were there until we got home. How could I have possibly not noticed they were in my cart, you ask? Let me explain.
You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.
“The Lecture“ goes like this…
MOM: “We have to go to the grocery store.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Hey, I don’t want to go either, but it’s either that or we’re eating cream of onion-ketchup soup and drinking Italian dressing for dinner tonight.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Now here are the rules: do not ask me for anything, do not poke the packages of meat in the butcher section, do not test the laws of physics and try to take out the bottom can in the pyramid shaped display, do not play baseball with oranges in the produce section, and most importantly, do not try to leave your brother at the store. Again.”
OK, the kids have been briefed. Time to go.
Once at the store, we grab not one, but two shopping carts. I wear the baby in a sling and the two little children sit in the carts while I push one cart and my oldest son pushes the other one. My oldest daughter is not allowed to push a cart. Ever. Why? Because the last time I let her push the cart, she smashed into my ankles so many times, my feet had to be amputated by the end of our shopping trip. This is not a good thing. You try running after a toddler with no feet sometime.
At this point, a woman looks at our two carts and asks me, “Are they all yours?”
I answer good naturedly, “Yep!
“Oh my, you have your hands full.”
“Yes, I do, but it‘s fun!” I say smiling. I’ve heard all this before. In fact, I hear it every time I go anywhere with my brood.
We begin in the produce section where all these wonderfully, artistically arranged pyramids of fruit stand. There is something so irresistibly appealing about the apple on the bottom of the pile, that a child cannot help but try to touch it. Much like a bug to a zapper, the child is drawn to this piece of fruit. I turn around to the sounds of apples cascading down the display and onto the floor. Like Indiana Jones, there stands my son holding the all-consuming treasure that he just HAD to get and gazing at me with this dumbfounded look as if to say, “Did you see that??? Wow! I never thought that would happen!”
I give the offending child an exasperated sigh and say, “Didn’t I tell you, before we left, that I didn’t want you taking stuff from the bottom of the pile???”
“No. You said that you didn’t want us to take a can from the bottom of the pile. You didn’t say anything about apples.”
With superhuman effort, I resist the urge to send my child to the moon and instead focus on the positive - my child actually listened to me and remembered what I said!!! I make a mental note to be a little more specific the next time I give the kids The Grocery Store Lecture.
A little old man looks at all of us and says, “Are all of those your kids?”
Thinking about the apple incident, I reply, “Nope. They just started following me. I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
OK, now onto the bakery section where everything smells so good, I’m tempted to fill my cart with cookies and call it a day. Being on a perpetual diet, I try to hurry past the assortment of pies, cakes, breads, and pastries that have my children drooling. At this point the chorus of “Can we gets” begins.
“Can we get donuts?”
“No.”
“Can we get cupcakes?”
“No.”
“Can we get muffins?”
“No.”
“Can we get pie?”
“No.”
You’d think they’d catch on by this point, but no, they’re just getting started.
In the bakery, they’re giving away free samples of coffee cake and of course, my kids all take one. The toddler decides he doesn’t like it and proceeds to spit it out in my hand. (That’s what moms do. We put our hands in front of our children’s mouths so they can spit stuff into them. We’d rather carry around a handful of chewed up coffee cake, than to have the child spit it out onto the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but ask any mom and she’ll tell you the same.) Of course, there’s no garbage can around, so I continue shopping one-handed while searching for someplace to dispose of the regurgitated mess in my hand.
In the meat department, a mother with one small baby asks me, “Wow! Are all six yours?”
I answer her, “Yes, but I’m thinking of selling a couple of them.”
(Still searching for a garbage can at this point.)
Ok, after the meat department, my kids’ attention spans are spent. They’re done shopping at this point, but we aren’t even halfway through the store. This is about the time they like to start having shopping cart races. And who may I thank for teaching them this fun pastime? My seventh “child”, also known as my husband. While I’m picking out loaves of bread, the kids are running down the aisle behind the carts in an effort to get us kicked out of the store. I put to stop to that just as my son is about to crash head on into a giant cardboard cut-out of a Keebler elf stacked with packages of cookies.
Ah! Yes! I find a small trash can by the coffee machine in the cereal aisle and finally dump out the squishy contents of my hand. After standing in the cereal aisle for an hour and a half while the kids perused the various cereals, comparing the marshmallow and cheap, plastic toy content of each box, I broke down and let them each pick out a box. At any given time, we have twenty open boxes of cereal in my house.
As this is going on, my toddler is playing Houdini and maneuvering his little body out of the seat belt in an attempt to stand up in the cart. I’m amazed the kid made it to his second birthday without suffering a brain damaging head injury. In between trying to flip himself out of the cart, he sucks on the metal bars of the shopping cart. Mmmm, can you say “influenza”?
The shopping trip continues much like this. I break up fights between the kids now and then and stoop down to pick up items that the toddler has flung out of the cart. I desperately try to get everything on my list without adding too many other goodies to the carts.
Somehow I manage to complete my shopping in under four hours and head for the check-outs where my kids start in on a chorus of, “Can we have candy?” What evil minded person decided it would be a good idea to put a display of candy in the check-out lanes, right at a child’s eye level? Obviously someone who has never been shopping with children.
As I unload the carts, I notice many extra items that my kids have sneaked in the carts unbeknownst to me. I remove a box of Twinkies, a package of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and a can of cat food (we don’t even have a cat!). I somehow missed the box of Pokemon cards however and ended up purchasing them unbeknownst to me. As I pay for my purchases, the clerk looks at me, indicates my kids, and asks, “Are they all yours?”
Frustrated, exhausted from my trip, sick to my stomach from writing out a check for $289.53, dreading unloading all the groceries and putting them away and tired of hearing that question, I look at the clerk and answer her in my most sarcastic voice, “No. They’re not mine. I just go around the neighborhood gathering up kids to take to the grocery store because it’s so much more fun that way.”
So, up for auction is an opened (they ripped open the box on the way home from the store) package of Pokemon cards. There are 44 cards total. They're in perfect condition, as I took them away from the kiddos as soon as we got home from the store. Many of them say "Energy". I tried carrying them around with me, but they didn't work. I definitely didn't have any more energy than usual. One of them is shiny. There are a few creature-like things on many of them. One is called Pupitar. Hee hee hee Pupitar! (Oh no! My kids' sense of humor is rubbing off on me!) Anyway, I don't there's anything special about any of these cards, but I'm very much not an authority on Pokemon cards. I just know that I'm not letting my kids keep these as a reward for their sneakiness.
Shipping is FREE on this item. Insurance is optional, but once I drop the package at the post office, it is no longer my responsibility. For example, if my son decides to pour a bottle of glue into the envelope, or my daughter spills a glass of juice on the package, that’s my responsibility and I will fully refund your money. If, however, I take the envelope to the post office and a disgruntled mail carrier sets fire to it, a pack of wild dogs rip into it, or a mail sorting machine shreds it, it’s out of my hands, so you may want to add insurance. I will leave feedback for you as soon as I’ve received your payment. I will be happy to combine shipping on multiple items won within three days. This comes from a smoke-free, pet-free, child-filled home. Please ask me any questions before placing your bid. Happy bidding! :)
I'm selling a bunch of Pokemon cards. Why? Because my kids sneaked them into my shopping cart while at the grocery store and I ended up buying them because I didn't notice they were there until we got home. How could I have possibly not noticed they were in my cart, you ask? Let me explain.
You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.
“The Lecture“ goes like this…
MOM: “We have to go to the grocery store.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Hey, I don’t want to go either, but it’s either that or we’re eating cream of onion-ketchup soup and drinking Italian dressing for dinner tonight.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Now here are the rules: do not ask me for anything, do not poke the packages of meat in the butcher section, do not test the laws of physics and try to take out the bottom can in the pyramid shaped display, do not play baseball with oranges in the produce section, and most importantly, do not try to leave your brother at the store. Again.”
OK, the kids have been briefed. Time to go.
Once at the store, we grab not one, but two shopping carts. I wear the baby in a sling and the two little children sit in the carts while I push one cart and my oldest son pushes the other one. My oldest daughter is not allowed to push a cart. Ever. Why? Because the last time I let her push the cart, she smashed into my ankles so many times, my feet had to be amputated by the end of our shopping trip. This is not a good thing. You try running after a toddler with no feet sometime.
At this point, a woman looks at our two carts and asks me, “Are they all yours?”
I answer good naturedly, “Yep!
“Oh my, you have your hands full.”
“Yes, I do, but it‘s fun!” I say smiling. I’ve heard all this before. In fact, I hear it every time I go anywhere with my brood.
We begin in the produce section where all these wonderfully, artistically arranged pyramids of fruit stand. There is something so irresistibly appealing about the apple on the bottom of the pile, that a child cannot help but try to touch it. Much like a bug to a zapper, the child is drawn to this piece of fruit. I turn around to the sounds of apples cascading down the display and onto the floor. Like Indiana Jones, there stands my son holding the all-consuming treasure that he just HAD to get and gazing at me with this dumbfounded look as if to say, “Did you see that??? Wow! I never thought that would happen!”
I give the offending child an exasperated sigh and say, “Didn’t I tell you, before we left, that I didn’t want you taking stuff from the bottom of the pile???”
“No. You said that you didn’t want us to take a can from the bottom of the pile. You didn’t say anything about apples.”
With superhuman effort, I resist the urge to send my child to the moon and instead focus on the positive - my child actually listened to me and remembered what I said!!! I make a mental note to be a little more specific the next time I give the kids The Grocery Store Lecture.
A little old man looks at all of us and says, “Are all of those your kids?”
Thinking about the apple incident, I reply, “Nope. They just started following me. I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
OK, now onto the bakery section where everything smells so good, I’m tempted to fill my cart with cookies and call it a day. Being on a perpetual diet, I try to hurry past the assortment of pies, cakes, breads, and pastries that have my children drooling. At this point the chorus of “Can we gets” begins.
“Can we get donuts?”
“No.”
“Can we get cupcakes?”
“No.”
“Can we get muffins?”
“No.”
“Can we get pie?”
“No.”
You’d think they’d catch on by this point, but no, they’re just getting started.
In the bakery, they’re giving away free samples of coffee cake and of course, my kids all take one. The toddler decides he doesn’t like it and proceeds to spit it out in my hand. (That’s what moms do. We put our hands in front of our children’s mouths so they can spit stuff into them. We’d rather carry around a handful of chewed up coffee cake, than to have the child spit it out onto the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but ask any mom and she’ll tell you the same.) Of course, there’s no garbage can around, so I continue shopping one-handed while searching for someplace to dispose of the regurgitated mess in my hand.
In the meat department, a mother with one small baby asks me, “Wow! Are all six yours?”
I answer her, “Yes, but I’m thinking of selling a couple of them.”
(Still searching for a garbage can at this point.)
Ok, after the meat department, my kids’ attention spans are spent. They’re done shopping at this point, but we aren’t even halfway through the store. This is about the time they like to start having shopping cart races. And who may I thank for teaching them this fun pastime? My seventh “child”, also known as my husband. While I’m picking out loaves of bread, the kids are running down the aisle behind the carts in an effort to get us kicked out of the store. I put to stop to that just as my son is about to crash head on into a giant cardboard cut-out of a Keebler elf stacked with packages of cookies.
Ah! Yes! I find a small trash can by the coffee machine in the cereal aisle and finally dump out the squishy contents of my hand. After standing in the cereal aisle for an hour and a half while the kids perused the various cereals, comparing the marshmallow and cheap, plastic toy content of each box, I broke down and let them each pick out a box. At any given time, we have twenty open boxes of cereal in my house.
As this is going on, my toddler is playing Houdini and maneuvering his little body out of the seat belt in an attempt to stand up in the cart. I’m amazed the kid made it to his second birthday without suffering a brain damaging head injury. In between trying to flip himself out of the cart, he sucks on the metal bars of the shopping cart. Mmmm, can you say “influenza”?
The shopping trip continues much like this. I break up fights between the kids now and then and stoop down to pick up items that the toddler has flung out of the cart. I desperately try to get everything on my list without adding too many other goodies to the carts.
Somehow I manage to complete my shopping in under four hours and head for the check-outs where my kids start in on a chorus of, “Can we have candy?” What evil minded person decided it would be a good idea to put a display of candy in the check-out lanes, right at a child’s eye level? Obviously someone who has never been shopping with children.
As I unload the carts, I notice many extra items that my kids have sneaked in the carts unbeknownst to me. I remove a box of Twinkies, a package of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and a can of cat food (we don’t even have a cat!). I somehow missed the box of Pokemon cards however and ended up purchasing them unbeknownst to me. As I pay for my purchases, the clerk looks at me, indicates my kids, and asks, “Are they all yours?”
Frustrated, exhausted from my trip, sick to my stomach from writing out a check for $289.53, dreading unloading all the groceries and putting them away and tired of hearing that question, I look at the clerk and answer her in my most sarcastic voice, “No. They’re not mine. I just go around the neighborhood gathering up kids to take to the grocery store because it’s so much more fun that way.”
So, up for auction is an opened (they ripped open the box on the way home from the store) package of Pokemon cards. There are 44 cards total. They're in perfect condition, as I took them away from the kiddos as soon as we got home from the store. Many of them say "Energy". I tried carrying them around with me, but they didn't work. I definitely didn't have any more energy than usual. One of them is shiny. There are a few creature-like things on many of them. One is called Pupitar. Hee hee hee Pupitar! (Oh no! My kids' sense of humor is rubbing off on me!) Anyway, I don't there's anything special about any of these cards, but I'm very much not an authority on Pokemon cards. I just know that I'm not letting my kids keep these as a reward for their sneakiness.
Shipping is FREE on this item. Insurance is optional, but once I drop the package at the post office, it is no longer my responsibility. For example, if my son decides to pour a bottle of glue into the envelope, or my daughter spills a glass of juice on the package, that’s my responsibility and I will fully refund your money. If, however, I take the envelope to the post office and a disgruntled mail carrier sets fire to it, a pack of wild dogs rip into it, or a mail sorting machine shreds it, it’s out of my hands, so you may want to add insurance. I will leave feedback for you as soon as I’ve received your payment. I will be happy to combine shipping on multiple items won within three days. This comes from a smoke-free, pet-free, child-filled home. Please ask me any questions before placing your bid. Happy bidding! :)
What a day!
Whew! We have had quite the day with schooling here...so frustrating on some days and so exciting on others. Today was one of those frustrating ones. :( B and I just had constant issues...well, he had the issues. He just wouldn't concentrate and kept complaining about things being boring and wanting to take a nap and then being hungry, on and on it went. We started school at 10 AM and didn't finish until 5:30 when Terry got home. That is the longest school day we've ever had.
Then when Terry got home, I asked to have a 'parent teacher conference' with him....so we talked about everything. He agreed to have a 'talk' with B tonight while I went to the store. When I got home, I found out what all they discussed and I really think that our school will go better tomorrow. We're going to revamp our math stuff and see what I can do to make things better for him and he will buckle down and focus more. We also talked to C about staying out of the schoolroom while B is doing his school, cuz it would be a distraction to have C in here so much. We'll see how that goes. So hard to keep a 5 year-old occupied while the older one does his work. Hmmmmm.......
I am hoping that Terry got through to him. Sometimes it just takes that little bit of, "wow, dad is saying the same thing that mom is, so maybe she's right.' I don't know. The boys just seem to put so much stock into what dad has to say that sometimes when he says it, it actually sinks in. LOL
Terry is back on meds for his staph infection...his toe is really nasty. Well, probably not now..they cut away all the nasty tissue and now he has to deal with the pain and achiness that will come with the healing process over the next month or two. Oy. I feel so bad for him. His diabetes is the main factor of why they are doing such an aggressive approach to it all. They don't want to take the change of it going further than his toe and creating more problems. I hope this time it works. :)
Time for bed.... More later!
Then when Terry got home, I asked to have a 'parent teacher conference' with him....so we talked about everything. He agreed to have a 'talk' with B tonight while I went to the store. When I got home, I found out what all they discussed and I really think that our school will go better tomorrow. We're going to revamp our math stuff and see what I can do to make things better for him and he will buckle down and focus more. We also talked to C about staying out of the schoolroom while B is doing his school, cuz it would be a distraction to have C in here so much. We'll see how that goes. So hard to keep a 5 year-old occupied while the older one does his work. Hmmmmm.......
I am hoping that Terry got through to him. Sometimes it just takes that little bit of, "wow, dad is saying the same thing that mom is, so maybe she's right.' I don't know. The boys just seem to put so much stock into what dad has to say that sometimes when he says it, it actually sinks in. LOL
Terry is back on meds for his staph infection...his toe is really nasty. Well, probably not now..they cut away all the nasty tissue and now he has to deal with the pain and achiness that will come with the healing process over the next month or two. Oy. I feel so bad for him. His diabetes is the main factor of why they are doing such an aggressive approach to it all. They don't want to take the change of it going further than his toe and creating more problems. I hope this time it works. :)
Time for bed.... More later!
Friday, August 24, 2007
End of the week!
Well, it's Friday and we've gotten through our second week of school! :) So glad to be working on some sort of a schedule, even it if isn't completely consistent yet! LOL
The boys are going to mom's tonight to spend the weekend. They are so excited and I am looking forward to sleeping in tomorro morning! LOL
We have had a relatively quiet week...just school, house, laundry, and school pictures. We got them done at WM portrait place....they look so good. WM was so nice to us, letting us do the whole homeschool group! :) We get them in a couple weeks.
Well, that's it for now...don't have a whole lot to say. I'm tired. That about says it all, huh? LOL
The boys are going to mom's tonight to spend the weekend. They are so excited and I am looking forward to sleeping in tomorro morning! LOL
We have had a relatively quiet week...just school, house, laundry, and school pictures. We got them done at WM portrait place....they look so good. WM was so nice to us, letting us do the whole homeschool group! :) We get them in a couple weeks.
Well, that's it for now...don't have a whole lot to say. I'm tired. That about says it all, huh? LOL
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Hilarious Ebay Item Description
Okay...you have to check out this item description. LOL It's too funny...someone sent me an email asking me to read it and it hit way to close to home!
Go to Ebay and paste this item number (130144061675) in the search box.
Go to Ebay and paste this item number (130144061675) in the search box.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
It's been awhile!
Well, it's definitely been a good long while since I've posted anything...things have just been so crazy here. The boys got home from their VBS week and we've just been running ever since.
While they were gone, mom came and helped me 'deep clean' the house. We worked ALL day on Monday and cleaned closets, floors, bathrooms, etc. I even shampooed my carpets late that night. :) But boy was it nice to have the house clean (and stay clean!) for more than 2 hours! Three whole days of a clean house!
I worked on curriculum and got things more organized for our year, but just didn't get it all finished. There was just so much to look at and thumb through, that I had a headache by the end of the day!
Terry and I took an afternoon and evening of just 'vegging' and watching movies. It was really nice to just do nothing. We sort of regretted it after the fact, simply cuz there was so much more that we could have done. but we both needed it. :)
When the boys got home, we went to see a Cardinals game...and they won! :) It was a family birthday present for J and I really think she had a great time. The next morning, she was put in the hospital for a pacemaker and hasn't been able to stay out of the hospital since. :( We're trying to figure out what to do with her...not sure if she needs to be where she is, or in St. Louis. She just seems so weak.
We started school this week instead of last week. We did school on Monday, but didn't do any on Tuesday or yesterday, cuz we were in S for Uncle D's funeral. The boys got to play with K and had a great time with her. Discovered that they all like Legends of the Hidden Temple! Woohoo! LOL While we were gone, I ended up with stomach flu and have just been very weak and dizzy since. I haven't gotten much done and we of course haven't done school today. But I hope to get laundry caught up and get the house straightened if nothing else.
Hopefully, we'll keep things updated from here on out.
O! And C did a dot-to-dot in school the other day and then colored it and said it was Grandma and Grandpa's car. Here's the pic:
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