28th Apr2009

My Lines.

by The Boss

Friday night, my niece Anne spent the night. She wrote a poem for us. I looked for it all weekend, and couldn’t find it. Then tonight, when I wasn’t looking, I found it. Yay.

My Lines- by Anne age 7

Hello Darling, Mom said.

And after, they went to bed.

In the morning, the sun shined,

It was so light, I was blind.

School was over, the moon was out.

But Mom said, not to pout.

The water glitters, the suns out,

And no one had a single doubt.

People came from very far.

Sometimes, they even came from Mars!

27th Apr2009

She tired.

by The Boss

This is possibly the first time I have relaxed in 4 days. It has been a whirlwind around here.

Friday I ate lunch with Aidan at her school. This is always entertaining to me, because kindergartners talk A LOT and tell you everything. The trick is not to get whiplash from trying to keep up with them all. I was especially happy to see all the boys rubbing ice cream on their faces, and showing their neighbor the food in their mouth. It was at that moment I realized my boys were normal.

Aidan turned 6 yesterday, and her cousin Anne came over to have a slumber party Friday night. They made a “show” for me which consisted of a poem reading and an explanation of a drawing. We played Pretty Pretty Princess, and painted fingernails. Then Anne told me all about how her dad never listens to her mom. I just tried to maintain my composure.

Saturday, I took the kids to the park to take pictures. The worst idea I had all weekend.

Sunday morning I awoke to Aidan at the side of my bed, asking me about birthday presents and if her first tooth would be loose today.

I have been so busy, and I have been SUPER irritable. I realized yesterday that I had not had anytime to read. Reading calms me down. I am going to grab a book, and my 3rd cup of coffee and hide in the closet.

21st Apr2009

Strange Happenings

by The Boss

OK, This weird thing is happening with my posts. It appears that my blog is deciding it would like more random catergories added to my blog posts. This is causing my posts to show up twice, and in the wrong place.

I’ll try to fix that.

21st Apr2009

One…Two…Three…

by The Boss

Do you count to 3 when you’re trying to get your children to obey you? Someone was asking me this yesterday. I’ve tried this strategy…maybe twice since I’ve had children. Both times went exactly the same way.

“Clean your room!”

“We’re playing robots!”

“You need to clean your room”

“OK”

::5 minutes later::

“Clean. Your. Room.”

Everyone starts crying, “It’s not faaaaaiiiiirrrrr!”

I start counting, “One…”

Everyone stops crying and chimes in,  “Two…Three…Four…Five…”

I don’t know why I’ve even bothered trying, it never worked on me

“Brandice, go clean your room.”

::watching You Can’t Do That On Television::  “Ummm….later.”

“One…”

::blocking his voice from my mind:::

“Two…”

::wondering if he’s going to follow through::

“Two and a half…”

::He’s totally bluffing:: “10 more minutes”

“I said now!”

“You said, ‘Two and a half…’”

Then my dad becomes exasperated and calls my mother. Then he tells her, to tell me to clean my room. Then my mother jokes, “Brandice, I’m not going to tell you but 9 more times.”

Eventually, I got spanked, but I never cleaned my room.

It never worked on me, because rarely did anything happen once anyone counted to 3. It doesn’t work for me, because I always start smiling when they start counting. Then my “mean mom cover” is blown.

20th Apr2009

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by The Boss

Yesterday, I realized that I will be 46 when Zoe is 18. That seems so weird to me. Not because that’s an old age, but because my mom was 39 when I was 18. When my mom was 46 I had 2 kids and another on the way. It just seems so strange.

Now, here is some news from our house. Some of you will be relieved while others are going to be disappointed, maybe even annoyed. My husband doesn’t think we should homeschool. I think mostly, because he knows me a little better than I’d like to admit. He really tries to support me in all my decisions, but this one he just keeps disagreeing with me on in the end. I get overwhelmed easily and start to shut down emotionally. I think he is trying to prevent as much of that as possible.

Thankfully, the materials I bought for homeschooling can all be used in school throughout the years. Over the summer, I’m going to use the math and writing curriculum to prepare Aidan more for first grade. At least that’s what I am telling myself. I bought a History and Science Encyclopedia that’s geared more towards Elementary students, so we’ll get lots of use out of those.

Moving on…

I’m going to start responding to comments right here on my blog, instead of emails. I’ve been kind of back and forth with it (or not respond at all… I’d like to give a shout out to Beth!) The reason I’ve responded mostly in emails, is because you’re not notified when someone responds to a comment here. I’m going to to fix that. Until then, you’ll have to check back.

Oh yeah. I will not be taking 3 month blogging vacations anymore. I’m back.  ::crossing fingers::

16th Apr2009

Ingenuity

by The Boss

Even the adult boys I know will pee outside if that’s where they are when they feel the urge. I realized a little while back, that idea had not occurred to my boys yet. Then yesterday, Aidan came inside and told me a very interesting story about her brother.

“Andrew peed in a cup and mixed it with dirt to make chocolate.”

“Oh. Please go tell your Dad that story.”

Of course, Ben was proud.

03rd Apr2009

They do say the darndest things.

by The Boss

This morning, we were sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Everything was going fine. Zoe was in her stroller just hanging out. Andrew and Zion were enjoying the fact they had my complete attention for a while. They got to take turns sitting in my lap, and manipulating my face with their hands.

“Make a fish face Mommy”

“Say ahhhhhhh”

Zion climbed out of my lap, and Andrew climbed in my lap. Andrew took his little finger, and poked my boob. Then, he said in a very loud let’s make everyone look at us voice, “They’re like mountains!” He took his fingers, and acted like they were walking and said, “See you can climb them.”

After that, he lifted his shirt to show me his chest. Then he said, “See, you try.” Nothing I could say or do, could distract him. I’m fairly certain, my face was red. I didn’t even look up to see who else had heard our conversation until we were called back to the nurse. Everyone had huge smiles on their faces.

I take comfort in knowing that I can tell this story to his first girlfriend.