Yes. Hello. Good Morning.
1. We went on a date on Friday night. We went to our favorite Greek restaurant (it was not the belly dancer night-hooray!) and to a movie.
2. Fact Check: In my previous post, I wrote, and I quote: “Notice how neither grandparental set has taken on all 4 of them at once.” “Them” of course, being my children.
Well.
That was a lie. I didn’t mean that. I meant, “Notice how no one is taking all 4 overnight tonight.“
What can I say? Sometimes I just type out meaningless drivel and pay no never mind to what I am saying.
Does this surprise you?
Well, both my parents stopped “pretending” like they don’t read my blog (Yes. I am on to you, Mom and Dad.) to leave a comment and point out that they took all four kids for a week when we were in Cancun.
Yes. You did. Thank you. I am sorry. I stand corrected.
3. Little Dude stepped on the scale last night. It read “33.” He threw his hands in the air, cheered, and yelled, “Yay! I fifty dollars!”
4. The girls have their first ever piano recital today, bless their hearts. Daisy Mae could care less and doesn’t seem worried about it a bit. The only thing she talks about is how her piano teacher said she can’t wear her swimsuit or come naked.
*giggle, giggle, chuckle, chuckle, giggle, giggle*
Sweet Pea is on high stress alert.
As she was practicing, her face was twisting and contorting into worried looks, and she was gasping and choking back sobs in anticipation of the fear and embarrassment that shall surely come her way tomorrow.
I am nervous for them. I am no stranger to the piano recital performance.
I started taking piano lessons at the age of 12 . . . a little later than most children.
I loved it.
I continued with the lessons through my junior year in high school.
For my last recital, I played a 13-page performance of Celine Dion’s, “My Heart will Go On” from the Titanic.
I don’t wanna brag, but I brought down the house.
Of course, my competition was 6-8 year olds who were butchering “Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star.”
But that is besides that point.
After my award-winning performance, I was swarmed by those 6-8 year olds, wondering how I could play so well.
Well, girls . . . I am twice your age.
And apparently I am a loser, because there is no one else here even near my age bracket.
But, don’t worry.
I let myself have my moment of glory.
I shook their little hands, gathered my 13 pages of sheet music, held my head high, and walked out of there a star.
And I never performed again.
5. Goober Parent Update, Kindle Edition
Some of you might recall that my dad is a technology goober.
And some of you might further recall that he got a Kindle last Christmas.
Of which he has yet to use. Because:
a) He doesn’t know how
b) He always thinks his children stole it from him
Since I got my new phone, I have been bragging to him about how I can use the Kindle application on my phone. Yesterday, he was questioning how this whole, tricky Kindle process works and I showed him on my phone how you can go to the “Kindle Store.”
It was a whole new world for him.
So, he played around and looked at everything you can buy and was even hoping to find some good Bible commentaries.
“Wow. This is neat. I should do this.”
Yes, Dad. Kindles are neat. And they were neat last year when you received it.
A few hours later, I checked my email and noticed a reciept from Amazon.
Turns out my Goober Dad figured out how to purchased a book!
Sadly, he purchased it on my Kindle and with my bank account.
Me: Dad! You bought something!
Dad: Great! What did I buy?
Me: “The One Minute Bible.”
Dad: Huh? I wonder why?
Me: Yup.
Dad: Great! I will read it soon!
Me: Dad! You bought it on my Kindle. Not yours.
Dad: Oh? Really? How?
Me: Cause you were on my phone. With my account.
Dad: Oh. I will pay you back.
Me: Oh, it’s not a big deal. It’s just funny.
Dad: You’re right. You probably could use the Bible in your life anyways.
Wow.
I think my Dad just burned me.
Happy Sunday!
The End is Near.
A Friday List.
1. Oh. My. Gosh. Becky.
(Name that song)
Well. You are simply not going to believe this. The girls have a slumber party at one set of grandparents house tonight and the boys have a sleepover at the other set.
Notice how neither grandparental set has taken on all 4 of them at once. This is because they are exhausting and, clearly, I need a medal.
We did not even try to work all this sleep-over-ness out. It just happened, as luck would have it.
Now.
The Lumberjack and I should take advantage of this once in a lifetime occurrence and go on a, dare I say it, “date.”
*However*
We are feeling poor. You know, with Christmas and plane tickets and 400lb pigs and upcoming road trips and whatnot.
Our budget would allow us to stay home, turn off the heat and lights to save on electricity, and eat cold beans out of a can.
But we are probably going to throw caution to the wind and go to a movie.
We owe it to all the parents out there who have awaited a golden opportunity, such as this, to arise.
2. Today is my friend, Amanda’s, THIRTIETH birthday. I went to write on her Facebook wall and it (“it” being the wall . . . keep up, non-Facebook readers!) informed me that Amanda, in all her coolness, had upgraded to the *new* Facebook profile.
New Facebook profiles? I am always behind the times.
I could not find her wall. So I poked her! ha! What is poking? I think it sounds naughty, but that is just cause I am immature and not yet THIRTY. Amanda will probably roll her elderly eyes at my childlike humor.
Everyone please yell, “Happy Birthday, Amanda!” at your computer-ish devices.
*Thank you*
3. On Monday, I resolved to exercise everyday for a month. I have not exercised since Monday. My discipline is impressive, is it not?
4. My one goal yesterday was to finish the Christmas cards. I have not finished them. Again, I find myself questioning my discipline.
5. The Lumberjack hung his buck antlers in our Christmas tree, dear friends! It was something I had not anticipated in all my wicked planning to keep deer mounts off my walls.
Epic Fail: I didn’t take a picture.
Now you will all think I am a liar.
But, I double pinky swear it is true and the only reason I did not take a picture of it for you on this very morn is because it is off to compete in the local “Who done killed the biggest deer?” contest at the sportsman’s store.
Godspeed, Lumberjack.
Godspeed.
6. It is snowing.
7. It is now time for the COW. I am a little random with the COW these days. I am feeling frisky today, and therefore, we shall have a COW this week.
(source)
This week’s COW (comment of the week) goes to The Queen of the Brussels Sprouts:
A story to top your pee story…and make you feel a lot less nasty.
When Princess Hope was about 6 months old, she didn’t sleep…ever. When she pooped…it went EVERYWHERE! We lived in “almost Canada”, and it snowed a lot.
One day, even though it was snowing, and she had decided that day was “poop everywhere day”, we HAD to go to the grocery store, for the only thing left in the pantry was a jar of salsa.
So, of course, I bundle up a wiggly baby, bundle up a tired mommy, buckle said bundled wiggly baby into the car, buckle said mommy into the car, drive to the grocery store, unbuckle mommy, unbuckle baby, grab diaper bag, shuffle into store, find cart, put cart cover on cart, buckle baby, unbundle baby, unbundle mommy, proceed to shop….
Then, I looked down. Right there, smack dab in the middle of the front of my shirt was…you guessed it…poo. Breast fed babies have very runny poo. It also is sticky. I paused for a few seconds, looked down, looked at my list, looked at the baby, looked around me…and kept on shopping. At that very moment in time, I knew I had entered into the sacred sisterhood of mommy-hood. The place where you just don’t care if baby poo is on your shirt and you are grocery shopping. A few swipes with a baby wipe, and I preteneded all was well. There was no way in heck I was going to back track all the way home, buckling and bundling, unbuckling and un bundling…just to change my shirt because of a little poo.
there you go. NASTY! But, I am a mom, and nasty doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.
**
There. A little birth control for you all.
8. Lastly, I am feeling like life is spinning out of control and I am in a “my babies are not babies and my girls are practically in college and I am almost 30 and the end is near and my hair might be turning gray soon and just yesterday I got married so all this is crazy and how did I end up in Ruralville and when did I have four kids and I am homeschooling and my kids are growing up and I am not ready to be done with the baby stage but I am definitely ready to be done with the baby stage and why do they grow up so fast and when will they leave me alone and why can’t they stay little forever” kind of stage.
Sometimes I think back on my childhood and remember all sorts of fun, magical memories of the holidays with my family and I wonder if I am doing the same for my children.
If you have a spare moment, could you leave an idea for a fun, family tradition you do during the holidays in the comments section?
It would be most appreciated.
And with that, Happy Friday!
I shall think of all you poor, pathetic parents stuck in parentland and diapers whilst I am kidless for an ENTIRE NIGHT.
Neener. Neener.