Playing a computer game ( after playing baseball seemingly IN the dirt outside )
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Further proof my kids hate to go to bed
Jackie at 10:15 after having his eyes closed for at least 5 full minutes:
"Mom, why do we have necks?"
Kyla at 9:45, a full 20 minutes after she has been in her bed:
"Mom, I just had a horrible dream about Meme. She died." I realize that it sounds like I'm being very passive about that statement, but I could tell when I told her that she could go lay with her daddy then heard her giggling with him 2 seconds later that it was a fabricated story.
"Mom, why do we have necks?"
Kyla at 9:45, a full 20 minutes after she has been in her bed:
"Mom, I just had a horrible dream about Meme. She died." I realize that it sounds like I'm being very passive about that statement, but I could tell when I told her that she could go lay with her daddy then heard her giggling with him 2 seconds later that it was a fabricated story.
WHY DON'T THEY LIKE TO SLEEP? I LOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE TO SLEEP!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The Cowboys are going to round 2!!!!
Robert and TJ had a bet at the beginning of the football season, that who's ever team went the furthest, the other person had to provide the drinks or bar tab, and wear the winning team's jersey AND root for that team! Well............ TJ and his beloved Steelers LOST!
Here are some wonderful pictures from that wonderful night! Oh, what a good night it was. :o
Here are some wonderful pictures from that wonderful night! Oh, what a good night it was. :o
Beginning the process
Friday, January 8, 2010
Target
I think Target is going to be the death of me, that is if my kids don't put me in an early grave first. I usually try to take the kids right when they open so I don't have to worry about looks from strangers, and having to whisper to my children when I have to ask them to let go of the cart 10 x in a row and to "put that down!"
Today for some unknown reason, I thought I would brave a 4 pm Target run. It could have been much worse, I see that now. During the trip however, I would have begged to differ.
In retrospect I realize that I should have went to the Target that isn't two stories to avoid the love of the escalator. That was my first mistake.
I also thought that I didn't need that much. I was SO wrong. What is it about Target that makes you think you need so much stuff? In looking at it all though, I think I probably only wasted about $10 at the $1 spot, everything else was food and I even forgot my mascara and the simple curtain rod that I needed.
We made it through the isles in a quick fashion, however as I was loading my abundant amount of items onto the conveyor belt thingy, I realized that there is absolutely NO way this stuff, once bagged, would fit into one cart. This would be a new situation for me. As if it's not bad enough asking my 3 children to pick a tile square to stand in while it takes FOREVER for the 18 yr old kid to bag my stuff, I'm going to have to figure out a way to get 2 carts and 3 kids out of Target and across the street to the car.
As I'm paying I have the idea of putting all of the heavy stuff in my cart, and the left over light bags into the 2nd cart. I tell Kyla that I'm going to need her to please push the second cart for me, knowing that this will be a huge accomplishment and life long desire of hers. Well.......... that starts an instant fight between her and Jack who overheard the exciting request and insisted that he get to push the cart instead of her. This all happens at the register. I give Kyla my 'steam is about to come out of my ears and you wont like that' glare and whisper a strong suggestive resolution to the problem into her little ears. She glared right back at me and proceeded to share the handle with Jack while I try to push a VERY heavy cart with one hand while directing the speed of the other cart with the other hand. ( I'm not even going to go into detail about how many times the cart behind me hit me in the ankle... ok - at least 7! )
It's all a blur now, but the stress of getting them across the street and their arguing got me to the point of telling them that if I hear one single noise come from their mouths for the entire ride home, everything I just bought them from the $1 spot will go immediately in the trash. Wouldn't you know it.... IT WORKED. I got 4 whole minutes of silence. It was the most spectacular sound ever.
Less than 2 minutes after walking in the door with the bags, Kade punched Jack straight in the nose and blood went every where. I think I'll stick to morning Target runs.
Today for some unknown reason, I thought I would brave a 4 pm Target run. It could have been much worse, I see that now. During the trip however, I would have begged to differ.
In retrospect I realize that I should have went to the Target that isn't two stories to avoid the love of the escalator. That was my first mistake.
I also thought that I didn't need that much. I was SO wrong. What is it about Target that makes you think you need so much stuff? In looking at it all though, I think I probably only wasted about $10 at the $1 spot, everything else was food and I even forgot my mascara and the simple curtain rod that I needed.
We made it through the isles in a quick fashion, however as I was loading my abundant amount of items onto the conveyor belt thingy, I realized that there is absolutely NO way this stuff, once bagged, would fit into one cart. This would be a new situation for me. As if it's not bad enough asking my 3 children to pick a tile square to stand in while it takes FOREVER for the 18 yr old kid to bag my stuff, I'm going to have to figure out a way to get 2 carts and 3 kids out of Target and across the street to the car.
As I'm paying I have the idea of putting all of the heavy stuff in my cart, and the left over light bags into the 2nd cart. I tell Kyla that I'm going to need her to please push the second cart for me, knowing that this will be a huge accomplishment and life long desire of hers. Well.......... that starts an instant fight between her and Jack who overheard the exciting request and insisted that he get to push the cart instead of her. This all happens at the register. I give Kyla my 'steam is about to come out of my ears and you wont like that' glare and whisper a strong suggestive resolution to the problem into her little ears. She glared right back at me and proceeded to share the handle with Jack while I try to push a VERY heavy cart with one hand while directing the speed of the other cart with the other hand. ( I'm not even going to go into detail about how many times the cart behind me hit me in the ankle... ok - at least 7! )
It's all a blur now, but the stress of getting them across the street and their arguing got me to the point of telling them that if I hear one single noise come from their mouths for the entire ride home, everything I just bought them from the $1 spot will go immediately in the trash. Wouldn't you know it.... IT WORKED. I got 4 whole minutes of silence. It was the most spectacular sound ever.
Less than 2 minutes after walking in the door with the bags, Kade punched Jack straight in the nose and blood went every where. I think I'll stick to morning Target runs.
Monday, January 4, 2010
patience
has never been my strong point. Granted, some may say and have said that I am the most patient person in the world. From the outside, I can see reasons why that may be a quick assumption. On the inside, however, I know the painful truth. I am NOT patient enough.
I wish I had more patience. LOTS more patience.
Needless to say, I lost my patience tonight. Home work is not something I enjoyed as a student, nor do I enjoy doing it with Kyla now. She dilly-dallies. ( LOL - I've never typed out that word before.... is it an actual word? ) I don't have time for that. Just get it done. It has to be done. It's going to be done, so just DO IT. Seriously, when I have all 3 kids with homework due, I think my head may actually spin off.
As I'm sitting here thinking about how frustrated I am with how Kyla thinks her homework is boring, a harsh realization just hit me. Hard. I dilly dally at work. I don't enjoy my work, so I put it off. She says she doesn't enjoy the homework, so that I'm sure is her way of putting it off. She would much rather sing and "write music" on her guitar. Now the rational side ( it shows up every once in awhile ) of me speaks to her with carefully calculated and creative thinking to get her to do her homework. When that doesn't work how I think it should, I then lose my patience and she loses hers and says: "FINE!" Then I say "FINE!" Then I yell for Robert to step in. SHE'S 5!!!!!!! I'm never gonna make it.
At that point she comes up with additional excuses for not doing her homework... the blister on her foot is "Killing" her. She can't concentrate with the pain. She can't walk ( of course ) and she definitely can't lay down without putting it up on a pillow. Uh huh. That is another area where I am NOT patient. Again my answer to that is by yelling: ROBERT!
After all of that, I'm now becoming irrational and start letting my mind wander to other things. I walk up to Robert, who just looks at me like: 'ok, I'm ready for it' and I say completely random, out of the blue requirements about him making a doctors appointment, being healthier, and having more energy. He just blinked and didn't say a word as I turned around and walked away. Although it made no sense at the time, I felt much better afterwards.
This is what she would much prefer to be doing. She sings while she eats, while she goes potty, while she does her homework, while she plays with her barbies, while she gets dressed, while she walks - she is always singing. It's quite adorable, but not when she should be doing homework!
I wish I had more patience. LOTS more patience.
Needless to say, I lost my patience tonight. Home work is not something I enjoyed as a student, nor do I enjoy doing it with Kyla now. She dilly-dallies. ( LOL - I've never typed out that word before.... is it an actual word? ) I don't have time for that. Just get it done. It has to be done. It's going to be done, so just DO IT. Seriously, when I have all 3 kids with homework due, I think my head may actually spin off.
As I'm sitting here thinking about how frustrated I am with how Kyla thinks her homework is boring, a harsh realization just hit me. Hard. I dilly dally at work. I don't enjoy my work, so I put it off. She says she doesn't enjoy the homework, so that I'm sure is her way of putting it off. She would much rather sing and "write music" on her guitar. Now the rational side ( it shows up every once in awhile ) of me speaks to her with carefully calculated and creative thinking to get her to do her homework. When that doesn't work how I think it should, I then lose my patience and she loses hers and says: "FINE!" Then I say "FINE!" Then I yell for Robert to step in. SHE'S 5!!!!!!! I'm never gonna make it.
At that point she comes up with additional excuses for not doing her homework... the blister on her foot is "Killing" her. She can't concentrate with the pain. She can't walk ( of course ) and she definitely can't lay down without putting it up on a pillow. Uh huh. That is another area where I am NOT patient. Again my answer to that is by yelling: ROBERT!
After all of that, I'm now becoming irrational and start letting my mind wander to other things. I walk up to Robert, who just looks at me like: 'ok, I'm ready for it' and I say completely random, out of the blue requirements about him making a doctors appointment, being healthier, and having more energy. He just blinked and didn't say a word as I turned around and walked away. Although it made no sense at the time, I felt much better afterwards.
This is what she would much prefer to be doing. She sings while she eats, while she goes potty, while she does her homework, while she plays with her barbies, while she gets dressed, while she walks - she is always singing. It's quite adorable, but not when she should be doing homework!
* jealousy *
I'm so unbelievably jealous of all of the people that are working out.
That's my thing. It's always been my thing. Where are you thing?? Come back.
I have this picture of me waiting in line to use the diving board, one 4th of July at my parents house. It used to be my motivation. It's not working anymore.
That's my thing. It's always been my thing. Where are you thing?? Come back.
I have this picture of me waiting in line to use the diving board, one 4th of July at my parents house. It used to be my motivation. It's not working anymore.
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