Flu test Negative
Chest X-ray not bad
Doctor says we'll just keep doing what we're doing...
So, that's that. My sister is watching him tomorrow so I can go to work. Yippee.
I wish I could just quit and hold my poor sick baby all day.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
poor little grant.
he's sick.
the doctor was very concerned. about his wheezing, how terrible his lungs sounded, his double ear infection, his watery eyes. So concerned was he that Grant got two shots for the ear infection, two prescriptions, and a chest x-ray. We also had to buy a nebulizer for breathing treatments. He also is running a flu test.
I am tired and nervous. And stressed. and worried.
The doctor will call back with results of the x-ray (not really sure what we're looking for), and of the flu test tonight or first thing in the morning.
The doctor didn't seem like terribly distraught about him, just kind of bumfuzzled. Why is he wheezing when he hasn't ever had RSV? What's causing the ear infections and congestion. Oh, and he did mention tubes, but we cant get those until we stop the wheezing.
He is now sacked out in my arms. And Mason is watching TV. I am going to try and nap...we'll see how that goes...
the doctor was very concerned. about his wheezing, how terrible his lungs sounded, his double ear infection, his watery eyes. So concerned was he that Grant got two shots for the ear infection, two prescriptions, and a chest x-ray. We also had to buy a nebulizer for breathing treatments. He also is running a flu test.
I am tired and nervous. And stressed. and worried.
The doctor will call back with results of the x-ray (not really sure what we're looking for), and of the flu test tonight or first thing in the morning.
The doctor didn't seem like terribly distraught about him, just kind of bumfuzzled. Why is he wheezing when he hasn't ever had RSV? What's causing the ear infections and congestion. Oh, and he did mention tubes, but we cant get those until we stop the wheezing.
He is now sacked out in my arms. And Mason is watching TV. I am going to try and nap...we'll see how that goes...
So, guess who's paying for another sick day?
Yep.
Right here, on the couch.
Grant was up what seemed like all night. Then around 4:30am, I tried taking his temperature. And, yes, I meant to use the word "tried." I had three thermometers out, two digital normal ones, and one of those pacifier kinds. Well, I kept trying with all these different ones and kept getting a million different readings. They ranged from 98 - 101. But then you add degrees and take away degrees depending on where you take the temperature. I did say this was at 4:30 am, right? And I hadn't slept much so my brain wasn't exactly fully functioning. Anyway, I determined that he was running a fever of some degree. That was my official diagnosis: A fever.
Well, in the light of my husband still looking as though he were on the doorstep of death, I thought it best to consider the undetermined fever as a sign of bad things.
So I woke my sleeping, still sick, husband and said, "Grant's running a fever. Should I call in?"
No hesitation. "Yes."
So that's what I did.
At 6am I drove to school bra-less(I threw on a sweatshirt), makeup-less and without brushing my hair, prepared for a sub and returned home.
I realize that I could have probably called one of you to watch him, but I don't want to give you the plague of doom that has settled over us.
Of course, now Grant seems fine and my last attempt at a temperature reading was 99.6. BUT, he is wheezing bad and coughing this terrible cough. So, back to the doctor we go.
Mason has been to the doctor maybe, oh, four times in his life for being sick. Grant will have been four times since the new year.
Oh, well, At least I get a day off. :)
Right here, on the couch.
Grant was up what seemed like all night. Then around 4:30am, I tried taking his temperature. And, yes, I meant to use the word "tried." I had three thermometers out, two digital normal ones, and one of those pacifier kinds. Well, I kept trying with all these different ones and kept getting a million different readings. They ranged from 98 - 101. But then you add degrees and take away degrees depending on where you take the temperature. I did say this was at 4:30 am, right? And I hadn't slept much so my brain wasn't exactly fully functioning. Anyway, I determined that he was running a fever of some degree. That was my official diagnosis: A fever.
Well, in the light of my husband still looking as though he were on the doorstep of death, I thought it best to consider the undetermined fever as a sign of bad things.
So I woke my sleeping, still sick, husband and said, "Grant's running a fever. Should I call in?"
No hesitation. "Yes."
So that's what I did.
At 6am I drove to school bra-less(I threw on a sweatshirt), makeup-less and without brushing my hair, prepared for a sub and returned home.
I realize that I could have probably called one of you to watch him, but I don't want to give you the plague of doom that has settled over us.
Of course, now Grant seems fine and my last attempt at a temperature reading was 99.6. BUT, he is wheezing bad and coughing this terrible cough. So, back to the doctor we go.
Mason has been to the doctor maybe, oh, four times in his life for being sick. Grant will have been four times since the new year.
Oh, well, At least I get a day off. :)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Some randomness...
Troy is still very sick. I mean SICK. And he's not just being a baby. He's actually being quite good about the whole thing. No babyness at all. He is still running a very high fever and sounds and just looks awful. It has to be the flu.
Grant ate veggies for the first time on Sunday. He had carrots. He loved them. He doesn't refuse much...
I made a business card for Sprinkle of Grace. I kind of love/hate it. It seems boring, but I don't know what to add or change...I was trying to think of a slogan, but the best I could come up with was completely cheesy. But people at school are asking me for them...so...Yay!
If you've never tried those soup kits from HEB, you need to. I bought the chicken tortilla soup one at the "reduced price for quick sale" price. It was really easy and delicious. I am sure the completely homemade version is way better, but that's not gonna happen for quite some time so this way is gonna have to suffice. I also bought the baked potato version too. I'll let you know...
7th period was still loud. Not bad, but definitely not quiet. It's like time stands still in that class. It is the longest 50 minutes of my life...daily. They are the reason I get a thrill in crossing the day off my desk calendar.
Mason and I have been having school every night since Sunday. (That's three days - celebrate the small victories) I am pretty impressed with his fine motor skills and I think math will be be his strength. He is totally into this school stuff. I just wish I had more time...
Mason's birthday. Sigh. I am so undecided here. I am thinking that we'll have cupcakes and goody bags at day care, and then have his real party at the strawberry farm in MF with family. I still might do something completely low key at dave's because I love that idea.
Tomorrow's rodeo dress up day at school - yay for jeans!
Grant ate veggies for the first time on Sunday. He had carrots. He loved them. He doesn't refuse much...
I made a business card for Sprinkle of Grace. I kind of love/hate it. It seems boring, but I don't know what to add or change...I was trying to think of a slogan, but the best I could come up with was completely cheesy. But people at school are asking me for them...so...Yay!
If you've never tried those soup kits from HEB, you need to. I bought the chicken tortilla soup one at the "reduced price for quick sale" price. It was really easy and delicious. I am sure the completely homemade version is way better, but that's not gonna happen for quite some time so this way is gonna have to suffice. I also bought the baked potato version too. I'll let you know...
7th period was still loud. Not bad, but definitely not quiet. It's like time stands still in that class. It is the longest 50 minutes of my life...daily. They are the reason I get a thrill in crossing the day off my desk calendar.
Mason and I have been having school every night since Sunday. (That's three days - celebrate the small victories) I am pretty impressed with his fine motor skills and I think math will be be his strength. He is totally into this school stuff. I just wish I had more time...
Mason's birthday. Sigh. I am so undecided here. I am thinking that we'll have cupcakes and goody bags at day care, and then have his real party at the strawberry farm in MF with family. I still might do something completely low key at dave's because I love that idea.
Tomorrow's rodeo dress up day at school - yay for jeans!
You know what is a huge bummer for a teacher?
When you forget your lunch at home, so you get on the school's website to see the district menu praying for something that is halfway decent like tetrazzini or enchiladas or even a corn dog, but what actually pops up on the menu is:
meat loaf
yeah, like that's gonna happen.
I'll be making a sonic run later for sure.
(Yes, I know I live like three blocks from school and I could easily go grab my lunch, but i don't wanna!)
meat loaf
yeah, like that's gonna happen.
I'll be making a sonic run later for sure.
(Yes, I know I live like three blocks from school and I could easily go grab my lunch, but i don't wanna!)
Oddly quiet.
Today all of my classes have been oddly silent.
It's down right scary.
Surely, there is something in the air or a prank being pulled on me.
It can't be as easy as putting trash cans on tables...
I'll let you know about 6th and 7th..if they're this silent, I will know for sure that I have entered the twilight zone.
It's down right scary.
Surely, there is something in the air or a prank being pulled on me.
It can't be as easy as putting trash cans on tables...
I'll let you know about 6th and 7th..if they're this silent, I will know for sure that I have entered the twilight zone.
Seph's pictures are up...
A lot are in sepia. I didn't realize that until I watched the slideshow.
A lot are very similar.
A lot are not so bad. :)
If the slideshow totally freezes up on you and acts stupidly annoying and you have to see them right then and there, click on the "view all images" tab and you can look at them that way.
I hope you like them Seph. I bet I know your favorite...
:)
A lot are very similar.
A lot are not so bad. :)
If the slideshow totally freezes up on you and acts stupidly annoying and you have to see them right then and there, click on the "view all images" tab and you can look at them that way.
I hope you like them Seph. I bet I know your favorite...
:)
Monday, February 25, 2008
7th Period
My 7th period class is quite possibly the worst class I have ever had.
I've had my share of loud "active" classes, talkative classes, the "box of rocks" class, but this year's 7th period takes the cake.
They're loud. They're rude. They never raise their hands. They get out of their seats without asking. They talk with their friends when they should be working. They whine about everything. But more than all of those things, they don't like me. And I don't like them. And we both know it.
That's not good.
So, on Friday after a particularly harrowing class period of loud chaotic unproductiveness, I gave them this speech in a very resigned, matter-of-fact, even tone.
"Guys, I am done. Done. I can't end my day like this. It's not fair to me or to you. I've tried being nice. I've tried giving warnings. I've given you a million chances. But now, I am done. Starting Monday, I am going to have a stack of referrals sitting here on my desk. Your ID numbers and names will already be on them. I will just need a reason to send you to the office. Monday is a whole new ball game."
The bell rang and they left and I am sure promptly forgot my little speech.
Until 3:04 pm today.
They arrived into class with new seating charts. I carefully placed everyone away from everyone...as best I could.
On each table, there is now a tub with all supplies they need for their project. A pencil sharpener with their table number. two erasers. A miniature trash can. I have eliminated any need to get out of their chair. It's all right there in front of them.
I assigned two detentions for getting out of seats.
When one of my students was to choosing to sit there like a bump on a log, instead of working, I, in a very friendly tone said, "Hey, Aaron, I thought to help you out on your project I would email your mom and tell her that you'll be bringing it home to work on with her tonight. She replied that that would be perfect. So here is a copy of the book and all your papers that need to be done by tomorrow." His face was priceless.
Today, was SOOOO very much better. Still louder than other classes. They still don't like me and I don't really like them, but we can coexist now. And I didn't end my day wanting to pull my hair out. And I felt like I was in control, not the other way around.
But it was just day one. Day one is always the best. We'll see how tomorrow goes...
I've had my share of loud "active" classes, talkative classes, the "box of rocks" class, but this year's 7th period takes the cake.
They're loud. They're rude. They never raise their hands. They get out of their seats without asking. They talk with their friends when they should be working. They whine about everything. But more than all of those things, they don't like me. And I don't like them. And we both know it.
That's not good.
So, on Friday after a particularly harrowing class period of loud chaotic unproductiveness, I gave them this speech in a very resigned, matter-of-fact, even tone.
"Guys, I am done. Done. I can't end my day like this. It's not fair to me or to you. I've tried being nice. I've tried giving warnings. I've given you a million chances. But now, I am done. Starting Monday, I am going to have a stack of referrals sitting here on my desk. Your ID numbers and names will already be on them. I will just need a reason to send you to the office. Monday is a whole new ball game."
The bell rang and they left and I am sure promptly forgot my little speech.
Until 3:04 pm today.
They arrived into class with new seating charts. I carefully placed everyone away from everyone...as best I could.
On each table, there is now a tub with all supplies they need for their project. A pencil sharpener with their table number. two erasers. A miniature trash can. I have eliminated any need to get out of their chair. It's all right there in front of them.
I assigned two detentions for getting out of seats.
When one of my students was to choosing to sit there like a bump on a log, instead of working, I, in a very friendly tone said, "Hey, Aaron, I thought to help you out on your project I would email your mom and tell her that you'll be bringing it home to work on with her tonight. She replied that that would be perfect. So here is a copy of the book and all your papers that need to be done by tomorrow." His face was priceless.
Today, was SOOOO very much better. Still louder than other classes. They still don't like me and I don't really like them, but we can coexist now. And I didn't end my day wanting to pull my hair out. And I felt like I was in control, not the other way around.
But it was just day one. Day one is always the best. We'll see how tomorrow goes...
Sick Hubby
So, yesterday morning Troy woke up at about 10am. I was a little annoyed because I have to wake up every morning with the boys and always am up before him, etc. Well, when he stumbles out of our cave like bedroom, he states that he "feels terrible."
I respond with a less than sympathetic, "Oh, really? What hurts?" as my hand pauses on his forehead for a quick temperature check. He felt normal and I told him so.
He made Grant giggle, and said "hi buddy" to Mason before returning to his bed. I was thinking how lucky he is to get to do that when he's probably just got a little cold. I mean I have to be practically dead to sleep in with no interruptions. Doesn't he remember the time I had the stomach flu and I still nursed Mason...etc.
Well, about two hours later, I decide to enter the cave with both boys in hopes of encouraging him to arise and face the day. I prance in and plop grant beside him and ask him how he's feeling as i again graze my hand over his forehead. This time he was H-O-T, hot! So I took his temperature. 101.4.
So, he did feel bad.
Oops. Such a bad wife.
So, I got his wish list of sick food and drink items and his medicinal requests and ran off to HEB with both boys. We got everything on the list but the medicine. Of course, I didn't realize this until I got home. So I again loaded up the boys and went to Albertson's for Nyquil and Dayquil.
I took him his OJ and medicine and made him some toast. And then we left him in his cave for the rest of the day. And night.
This morning his temperature was 104. He's officially sick. He's achey, coughy, and has a sore throat.
Poor sick hubby.
Please, Lord, make him better soon, and Please Lord stop the plague from spreading to the rest of us.
I respond with a less than sympathetic, "Oh, really? What hurts?" as my hand pauses on his forehead for a quick temperature check. He felt normal and I told him so.
He made Grant giggle, and said "hi buddy" to Mason before returning to his bed. I was thinking how lucky he is to get to do that when he's probably just got a little cold. I mean I have to be practically dead to sleep in with no interruptions. Doesn't he remember the time I had the stomach flu and I still nursed Mason...etc.
Well, about two hours later, I decide to enter the cave with both boys in hopes of encouraging him to arise and face the day. I prance in and plop grant beside him and ask him how he's feeling as i again graze my hand over his forehead. This time he was H-O-T, hot! So I took his temperature. 101.4.
So, he did feel bad.
Oops. Such a bad wife.
So, I got his wish list of sick food and drink items and his medicinal requests and ran off to HEB with both boys. We got everything on the list but the medicine. Of course, I didn't realize this until I got home. So I again loaded up the boys and went to Albertson's for Nyquil and Dayquil.
I took him his OJ and medicine and made him some toast. And then we left him in his cave for the rest of the day. And night.
This morning his temperature was 104. He's officially sick. He's achey, coughy, and has a sore throat.
Poor sick hubby.
Please, Lord, make him better soon, and Please Lord stop the plague from spreading to the rest of us.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
They're Up
I posted a slideshow of the Ramirez Family.
I salvaged a few, and am not so distraught as I was previously. It's just that the images I had imagined in my mind before the shoot didn't happen.
But these aren't too bad.
I just have some learnin' to do.
Seph, yours should be up tomorrow or Tuesday...
I salvaged a few, and am not so distraught as I was previously. It's just that the images I had imagined in my mind before the shoot didn't happen.
But these aren't too bad.
I just have some learnin' to do.
Seph, yours should be up tomorrow or Tuesday...
One step forward, two steps back.
Okay, so, after what I felt was a big success with the engagement pics, I had some major problems with the "shoots" i did yesterday.
Of the three billion pictures I took, only a handful are even worth editing. The ones of Casen are just pathetic. I so didn't do his perfect face justice. And then all the family ones just look so posed and blah.
Sigh.
For some reason on many of the pictures, indoor and out, my camera was not in focus. The lighting was terrible in many.
It just wasn't good. I usually can't get enough of looking at the pictures and playing with them and editing them. Last night, after about ten minutes, I slammed the computer shut in complete and total frustration.
I am going to still scrounge up enough to put a slideshow up, but it will be a challenge.
I just need to learn more. And I think I need an assistant on family shoots. Somebody to pose and get the kids smiling while I snap the pictures.
To the Henry's and Ramirez's: So sorry. We'll do it again sometime and I'll get it right. It wasn't your beautiful family's; it was all me.
I guess I need a standard list of poses for each location, for different size groups, because sometimes it's like my brain just freezes up and I can't think of a single pose and I feel stupid.
PS. I didn't write this to evoke a series of, "I am sure they're not all bad..." comments. I am just venting my frustrations...
Of the three billion pictures I took, only a handful are even worth editing. The ones of Casen are just pathetic. I so didn't do his perfect face justice. And then all the family ones just look so posed and blah.
Sigh.
For some reason on many of the pictures, indoor and out, my camera was not in focus. The lighting was terrible in many.
It just wasn't good. I usually can't get enough of looking at the pictures and playing with them and editing them. Last night, after about ten minutes, I slammed the computer shut in complete and total frustration.
I am going to still scrounge up enough to put a slideshow up, but it will be a challenge.
I just need to learn more. And I think I need an assistant on family shoots. Somebody to pose and get the kids smiling while I snap the pictures.
To the Henry's and Ramirez's: So sorry. We'll do it again sometime and I'll get it right. It wasn't your beautiful family's; it was all me.
I guess I need a standard list of poses for each location, for different size groups, because sometimes it's like my brain just freezes up and I can't think of a single pose and I feel stupid.
PS. I didn't write this to evoke a series of, "I am sure they're not all bad..." comments. I am just venting my frustrations...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
excitement
I am so excited.
About many things.
People at school like the engagement pictures and are really impressed. I have three very interested people, but we'll see. I think for the first time I feel like this might work. It won't be enough to support us by any means, but I think it will be a source of income when I stay at home next year.
When I stay at home next year...Did you notice the key word change there? When, not if.
It's not for certain. I've said I'd be at home before and look where I am. But this time, I don't care. This year has been too painfully hard, too mentally exhausting, too costly. I'd take the financial cost over the emotional one any day. I am not made for this. Troy's work schedule is too complicated for a fulltime working mom. And missing Grant and Mason's everything comes with too high a price. I am not wired this way. I am not good at being a working mom. Some are. They really are. But, me? I am not one of them.
I would quit today if I could. And I wouldn't look back.
Short of any major disaster, this will be my last year to teach for a while. That fills me with an excitement I am trying so hard to suppress for fear that a disaster will happen.
I am going to make it happen. I am going to be what I always wanted to be - a mom.
I will have to do something. Tutor. Watch other's children. Something. And hopefully God's grace will continue to fall on Sprinkle of Grace...but this full time 7:15 - 4:45 stuff with emotional baggage and grading and physical exhaustion is over. As of May 30th.
Which brings me to my last source of excitement.
There are three weeks until spring break.
After spring break we only have 10 weeks remaining.
There are no more stressful Sweeps.
We have a plan for the rest of the year because of the planning day I had on Monday.
I think I can make it.
The light at the end of this very long tunnel has just come into view.
About many things.
People at school like the engagement pictures and are really impressed. I have three very interested people, but we'll see. I think for the first time I feel like this might work. It won't be enough to support us by any means, but I think it will be a source of income when I stay at home next year.
When I stay at home next year...Did you notice the key word change there? When, not if.
It's not for certain. I've said I'd be at home before and look where I am. But this time, I don't care. This year has been too painfully hard, too mentally exhausting, too costly. I'd take the financial cost over the emotional one any day. I am not made for this. Troy's work schedule is too complicated for a fulltime working mom. And missing Grant and Mason's everything comes with too high a price. I am not wired this way. I am not good at being a working mom. Some are. They really are. But, me? I am not one of them.
I would quit today if I could. And I wouldn't look back.
Short of any major disaster, this will be my last year to teach for a while. That fills me with an excitement I am trying so hard to suppress for fear that a disaster will happen.
I am going to make it happen. I am going to be what I always wanted to be - a mom.
I will have to do something. Tutor. Watch other's children. Something. And hopefully God's grace will continue to fall on Sprinkle of Grace...but this full time 7:15 - 4:45 stuff with emotional baggage and grading and physical exhaustion is over. As of May 30th.
Which brings me to my last source of excitement.
There are three weeks until spring break.
After spring break we only have 10 weeks remaining.
There are no more stressful Sweeps.
We have a plan for the rest of the year because of the planning day I had on Monday.
I think I can make it.
The light at the end of this very long tunnel has just come into view.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Check 'em out!
Not that you're sitting on the edge of your seat, just dying for the next picture slideshow to land on Sprinkle of Grace Photography, but I just added a slideshow of the engagement pictures I took on Sunday. So, check them out when you get a chance.
(I think these might be my favorite pictures yet. I would like to say it's because I am getting better, but, seriously, they are just like the most beautiful couple EVER!)
And, FYI, (little plug for SGphotography) while there's not much greenery around SA right now, the weather is just about perfect most days for pictures...just in case you were wanting to take pictures sometime...with a certain photographer...
:)
(I think these might be my favorite pictures yet. I would like to say it's because I am getting better, but, seriously, they are just like the most beautiful couple EVER!)
And, FYI, (little plug for SGphotography) while there's not much greenery around SA right now, the weather is just about perfect most days for pictures...just in case you were wanting to take pictures sometime...with a certain photographer...
:)
The best money ever spent
Paying for this day off is so worth it.
I have had the best day.
Grant's feeling really good and has been asleep for almost two hours!!!
I've gotten laundry done...almost.
I ran to the bank and finally deposited some checks.
I showed Courtney the engagement pictures and she was very happy with them. She almost cried when I showed her the photostory I made of the pictures.
The kitchen is clean.
The RSV test came back negative. Yay!
And I still have a couple hours before I pick up Mason.
It's just been so very wonderful, this day.
Thank you, Lord, for days off.
I have had the best day.
Grant's feeling really good and has been asleep for almost two hours!!!
I've gotten laundry done...almost.
I ran to the bank and finally deposited some checks.
I showed Courtney the engagement pictures and she was very happy with them. She almost cried when I showed her the photostory I made of the pictures.
The kitchen is clean.
The RSV test came back negative. Yay!
And I still have a couple hours before I pick up Mason.
It's just been so very wonderful, this day.
Thank you, Lord, for days off.
Still Spinning
The whirlwind hasn't released me yet.
Grant's sick. Too sick to go to day care tomorrow. He has a nasty, choking, gaggy cough and the wheezing has returned.
Troy is on the road tomorrow.
We have sweeps on wednesday, and a taks training from 4-6pm. Um, how...boys?..um...I have to do something with my kids...
So, tomorrow, I am taking the day off to stay home with grant. I have no other choice. And I will have to pay for the day off.
One day at a time.
I still have to go to school at like 6:30 am to prepare for the sub, and be back before troy leaves at 7:30.
I am trying desperately to edit and prepare a cool slideshow for the engagement pictures I took on Saturday. They are the first non-church people I have photographed. They could potentially open up a whole new group of clientelle. They have to be GREAT!!!
I feel like my body is on the brink of quitting on me. Starvation, sleep deprivation and coffee consumption do not a healthy body make.
One day at a time. I can make it.
Grant's sick. Too sick to go to day care tomorrow. He has a nasty, choking, gaggy cough and the wheezing has returned.
Troy is on the road tomorrow.
We have sweeps on wednesday, and a taks training from 4-6pm. Um, how...boys?..um...I have to do something with my kids...
So, tomorrow, I am taking the day off to stay home with grant. I have no other choice. And I will have to pay for the day off.
One day at a time.
I still have to go to school at like 6:30 am to prepare for the sub, and be back before troy leaves at 7:30.
I am trying desperately to edit and prepare a cool slideshow for the engagement pictures I took on Saturday. They are the first non-church people I have photographed. They could potentially open up a whole new group of clientelle. They have to be GREAT!!!
I feel like my body is on the brink of quitting on me. Starvation, sleep deprivation and coffee consumption do not a healthy body make.
One day at a time. I can make it.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
What a week!!!
So sorry for not posting all week.
I feel like I was in a whirlwind of activities from the moment I woke up on Monday Morning till...well, we'll see when the whirlwind spits me out.
Just some things that made me spin this week:
So that was my week. Not bad, just busy.
And I have this cloud looming overhead - Mason turns five in March. Early March. And I haven't done a thing for it. I want to but...it just overwhelms me to think of the invites, and games and food and cleaning the house and decorating and finding the money for all of that. I am excited for the day when Mason can choose to have one friend over for a sleepover and that's all we'll have to do. I want it to be fun and special and great but I wish it could be those things in June. :)
I guess my children think they need breakfast so...
I feel like I was in a whirlwind of activities from the moment I woke up on Monday Morning till...well, we'll see when the whirlwind spits me out.
Just some things that made me spin this week:
- Of my ten conferences this week, only about 4 were actually mine. There were meetings in every other one.
- It was the end of the six weeks which means grades need to be completely done and entered into the computer by 3pm on monday. Needless to say, mine aren't done.
- Grant has decided to revert to his newborn days of sleeping. He is up every two hours and is near impossible to get back to sleep. I am at a loss as to why or how to remedy this. I kind of think he has a cold...again.
- I painted Ellie's Table. I was at Seph's until 1:30 am. It was completely my choosing. I just don't like quitting projects once they begin! That was the night Grant decided to not sleep...ever...Oddly, I wasn't even that tired the next day. Coffee is a miracle drug.
- Valentines Day. Troy and I didn't do a thing for it and that made me happier than anything. Don't get me wrong. I am not a v-day boycotter or anything, but we just didn't have the time or energy to be valentiney. And I'm not a big flower person. Plus, in a time when we are trying to save every penny we can, it just didn't seem necessary to spend money on gifts. We'll go on a date sometime soon. That's my favorite thing to do - dinner and a movie. That's the best!
- Karaoke Night. My team at school put on a karaoke night to raise money for our team. To say I was less than enthused about this night would be an understatement. It came at the end of this already crazy week. BUT, once we got there, and my 6th graders started singing "funky music" and "summer nights" and "respect" it was completely worth it. Everybody had soooo much fun.
- Karaoke Night Part 2: I was the evening's photographer. So, I have about 1o0 pictures to print, organize and label so that next week during lunch kids can place orders for said pictures. Then I have to order them...and get ordered pictures to that child. I am not looking forward to that...
- Troy's work schedule totally sucks right now. Yes, sucks is the appropriate word. Stinks just doesn't have the same effect. He has games all the time and practices when there's not games, and it's just ridiculous. There were three days in a row where he didn't see Grant awake because he got home after he was in bed. Summer. We just have to make it to summer.
So that was my week. Not bad, just busy.
And I have this cloud looming overhead - Mason turns five in March. Early March. And I haven't done a thing for it. I want to but...it just overwhelms me to think of the invites, and games and food and cleaning the house and decorating and finding the money for all of that. I am excited for the day when Mason can choose to have one friend over for a sleepover and that's all we'll have to do. I want it to be fun and special and great but I wish it could be those things in June. :)
I guess my children think they need breakfast so...
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sunday Night Ponderings
Why do I hate going to bed on Sunday nights?
How is it that every time I watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition, I cry like a baby. I mean boo hoo-ing cry. It doesn't even really matter what part I see. I just cry.
How does it already feel like spring? I mean I could feel it today and it just made me so happy. I can't imagine living anywhere that had winters that actually were winters.
Why does Grant sleep so well at night, but won't take a nap of any significant length for anything? I can't get anything done...not that I was really dying to.
Why do weekends go so fast and weekdays creep by?
Why am I so easily inspired - I can see the slogan on an IKEA commercial, "home is the most important place on earth" and I actually spend a good deal of time thinking about that statement and what it means...and am inspired to make my home the best place on earth. Oy!
Why did I just drink that big cup of chocolate milk? Ug.
Why did I follow the chocolate milk with a tootsie roll. Double ug.
Fine. I lose, You win, sleep. Just this one time...
And so begins week six.
Wow. Week six. That went fast. Yippee!!!
How is it that every time I watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition, I cry like a baby. I mean boo hoo-ing cry. It doesn't even really matter what part I see. I just cry.
How does it already feel like spring? I mean I could feel it today and it just made me so happy. I can't imagine living anywhere that had winters that actually were winters.
Why does Grant sleep so well at night, but won't take a nap of any significant length for anything? I can't get anything done...not that I was really dying to.
Why do weekends go so fast and weekdays creep by?
Why am I so easily inspired - I can see the slogan on an IKEA commercial, "home is the most important place on earth" and I actually spend a good deal of time thinking about that statement and what it means...and am inspired to make my home the best place on earth. Oy!
Why did I just drink that big cup of chocolate milk? Ug.
Why did I follow the chocolate milk with a tootsie roll. Double ug.
Fine. I lose, You win, sleep. Just this one time...
And so begins week six.
Wow. Week six. That went fast. Yippee!!!
Twister, Back Tickles, Big Bottles and APS
I bought Grant 10 oz bottles today. He sucked down six ounces like it was nothing. I really hope I am not creating a glutton.
***
Mason and I played Twister tonight. It was as cute as you might imagine. Especially when I would say. "right hand blue" and he would look at his contorted body and where his right hand would have to go and say, "Oh, geez!" and then try to wiggle his skinny limbs into the new position. He played in just a pj shirt and spiderman undies. It was super cute.
***
Mason and I always read two stories at bedtime. I had to put the limit or we would read all night. It's been two stories since he was about 18 months old. Every night. EVERY night. At mom's. At the ranch. On vacation. Camping. Every night. Until the last week or so. Mason has traded one story for back tickle time. We read one story of his choosing and then I "tickle" his back. I have to say it's a pretty sweet time for us. I think I might try adding in a chapter book to the routine.
***
I was feeding Grant his applesauce today and mason starts talking about applesauce and somehow this conversation took place.
Mason: Apples. Apples. Apples. I can spell apples.
Me: Really?
Mason: Yep. p-s-t-y-o-m
Me: Um, that's not quite right.
Mason: That's rude.
Then he runs off to his room pouting.(He's been rather touchy here lately) I continue to feed Grant, but I can hear Mason saying "apples. apples, apples..." in his room. A few minutes later he comes out and says, "I can spell apples - APS."
My whole face lights up.
"How did you know that?!"
And then he walks me through how he figured out that apples has those three sounds by going AAAAPPPPPleSSSS.
Now, I know that this may not be impressive to some, but for me it was exciting. His little brain is growing. After that happened we spelled a few other easy words like bat, mop and pot. Then he got frustrated and quit. Celebrate the small victories.
***
Mason and I played Twister tonight. It was as cute as you might imagine. Especially when I would say. "right hand blue" and he would look at his contorted body and where his right hand would have to go and say, "Oh, geez!" and then try to wiggle his skinny limbs into the new position. He played in just a pj shirt and spiderman undies. It was super cute.
***
Mason and I always read two stories at bedtime. I had to put the limit or we would read all night. It's been two stories since he was about 18 months old. Every night. EVERY night. At mom's. At the ranch. On vacation. Camping. Every night. Until the last week or so. Mason has traded one story for back tickle time. We read one story of his choosing and then I "tickle" his back. I have to say it's a pretty sweet time for us. I think I might try adding in a chapter book to the routine.
***
I was feeding Grant his applesauce today and mason starts talking about applesauce and somehow this conversation took place.
Mason: Apples. Apples. Apples. I can spell apples.
Me: Really?
Mason: Yep. p-s-t-y-o-m
Me: Um, that's not quite right.
Mason: That's rude.
Then he runs off to his room pouting.(He's been rather touchy here lately) I continue to feed Grant, but I can hear Mason saying "apples. apples, apples..." in his room. A few minutes later he comes out and says, "I can spell apples - APS."
My whole face lights up.
"How did you know that?!"
And then he walks me through how he figured out that apples has those three sounds by going AAAAPPPPPleSSSS.
Now, I know that this may not be impressive to some, but for me it was exciting. His little brain is growing. After that happened we spelled a few other easy words like bat, mop and pot. Then he got frustrated and quit. Celebrate the small victories.
Friday, February 8, 2008
My Boys
One of my first posts ever was about mason naming every one sugar names. I am sugarmuffin, Troy is sugarbear, he is sugarmonkey.
Mason told me yesterday that Grant is sugarbooger.
So cute.
***
Grant's laugh is the best sound on earth. He laughs when I blow bubbles on his tummy. And when I use his feet to play peek a boo. And when I change his diaper.
And in the morning when he wakes up, he just talks in his bed for a while. When I go and rescue him, he sees me, stares for a split second as he realizes who I am, then his whole face breaks into a huge grin followed by a squeal. Both legs fly up in the air and then slam back down as he squirms his whole body in smiles.
It is the absolute best way to start the day.
***
Mason loves to play school. And when we play school he is Mr. Jett and I am suzy. Or he is Jaden and I am Mrs. Wilde. And then we practice patterns, rhyming words, letter sounds and numbers. I have to say I am a little concerned with reading. I think I have kind of dropped the ball on this. He knows all of his letters and almost every sound. And can read many rhyming words, but...I don't know. I feel like somethings aren't clicking. But I am not too worried. I think he might be a better sight word reader than phonics for some reason.
I really would love to homeschool him at least for a few years. I don't think it will be possible, but I sure would love to try. I just get so excited thinking about setting up part of the green room into a school room and planning lessons for him that best suit his learning needs. It would be so great. But, we'll see.
***
Grant LUVS his foods. He eats all the time. I think we're gonna go broke feeding him. He eats four five ounce bottles a day plus two meals of solids a day.
He is in size 3 diapers, size 6-12 month clothes.
He has started grabbing for things - like my necklace or toys. He's not successful most of the time, but he sure is trying.
His favorite thing to do is playing in his exersaucer. Well, and eating.
Mason told me yesterday that Grant is sugarbooger.
So cute.
***
Grant's laugh is the best sound on earth. He laughs when I blow bubbles on his tummy. And when I use his feet to play peek a boo. And when I change his diaper.
And in the morning when he wakes up, he just talks in his bed for a while. When I go and rescue him, he sees me, stares for a split second as he realizes who I am, then his whole face breaks into a huge grin followed by a squeal. Both legs fly up in the air and then slam back down as he squirms his whole body in smiles.
It is the absolute best way to start the day.
***
Mason loves to play school. And when we play school he is Mr. Jett and I am suzy. Or he is Jaden and I am Mrs. Wilde. And then we practice patterns, rhyming words, letter sounds and numbers. I have to say I am a little concerned with reading. I think I have kind of dropped the ball on this. He knows all of his letters and almost every sound. And can read many rhyming words, but...I don't know. I feel like somethings aren't clicking. But I am not too worried. I think he might be a better sight word reader than phonics for some reason.
I really would love to homeschool him at least for a few years. I don't think it will be possible, but I sure would love to try. I just get so excited thinking about setting up part of the green room into a school room and planning lessons for him that best suit his learning needs. It would be so great. But, we'll see.
***
Grant LUVS his foods. He eats all the time. I think we're gonna go broke feeding him. He eats four five ounce bottles a day plus two meals of solids a day.
He is in size 3 diapers, size 6-12 month clothes.
He has started grabbing for things - like my necklace or toys. He's not successful most of the time, but he sure is trying.
His favorite thing to do is playing in his exersaucer. Well, and eating.
No child was injured
I survived 6th and 7th. Well, actually I did more than survive. They were actually pretty good.
See, Thursday was a planning day for me so I had the day "off", or at least had no students which was great.
So, on wednesday I gave the sub speech. It goes something like this:
"Tomorrow I won't be here. You will have a sub. When you have a sub in my room, you had best behave better than you ever have with me. You don't talk, you don't ask to go to the bathroom, you don't do anything but come in, get your assignment, sit down and work silently until that bell rings. And I can guarantee you that if I get anything less than a perfect report, it won't be pretty. and if she has to call me out of my meeting to come to this room for ANY reason, it will be an instant referral. I absolutely do not tolerate misbehavior for a sub and so on...."
I say all of this in my meanest teacher voice.
When I feel they have been scared enough, I lighten my tone a smidge and say, "Now, having said that, I don't worry too much about this class because you guys are one of my best classes." This is a lie 80% of the time.
Yesterday I get my sub notes.
1st, 2nd, 3rd were great.
6th:" Very talkative had to give the class several redirectives." Then she listed only 6 of the 18 that were good.
7th: This class was okay. There was a lot of talking.
So, needless to say, 6th and 7th got another speech. Class started with me telling them that "if I hear one word once you get into my room, the entire class will return to the hall and we'll practice it again and again until you are silent when you enter my room. And each time we do it, I am holding you after the bell 10 seconds."
Then I gave the speech. It went something like this.
"I am so disappointed in this class. Disappointed actually doesn't cut it. Is it hard to come in for ONE day and simply work without speaking? Is it? NO. We have tons of talking days in here. All I asked for was one day. And you couldn't do it. You KNOW how to act and you, most of you, CHOSE to disobey. That is completely unacceptable...blah, blah, blah... and so on."
I finished with
"what makes it so hard for me is that this is a good class and I enjoy you guys so much. Today, I want nothing but the best from you. You have to re-earn some things from me..."
The rest of class was cooperative, silent and working. Mean speeches, used only in the most dire of situations, are effective...at least for that class period.
So I go into my weekend with that behind me, all my grades done, and a plan for next week with copies already run.
And I am one week closer to summer.
Full of smiles over here!
See, Thursday was a planning day for me so I had the day "off", or at least had no students which was great.
So, on wednesday I gave the sub speech. It goes something like this:
"Tomorrow I won't be here. You will have a sub. When you have a sub in my room, you had best behave better than you ever have with me. You don't talk, you don't ask to go to the bathroom, you don't do anything but come in, get your assignment, sit down and work silently until that bell rings. And I can guarantee you that if I get anything less than a perfect report, it won't be pretty. and if she has to call me out of my meeting to come to this room for ANY reason, it will be an instant referral. I absolutely do not tolerate misbehavior for a sub and so on...."
I say all of this in my meanest teacher voice.
When I feel they have been scared enough, I lighten my tone a smidge and say, "Now, having said that, I don't worry too much about this class because you guys are one of my best classes." This is a lie 80% of the time.
Yesterday I get my sub notes.
1st, 2nd, 3rd were great.
6th:" Very talkative had to give the class several redirectives." Then she listed only 6 of the 18 that were good.
7th: This class was okay. There was a lot of talking.
So, needless to say, 6th and 7th got another speech. Class started with me telling them that "if I hear one word once you get into my room, the entire class will return to the hall and we'll practice it again and again until you are silent when you enter my room. And each time we do it, I am holding you after the bell 10 seconds."
Then I gave the speech. It went something like this.
"I am so disappointed in this class. Disappointed actually doesn't cut it. Is it hard to come in for ONE day and simply work without speaking? Is it? NO. We have tons of talking days in here. All I asked for was one day. And you couldn't do it. You KNOW how to act and you, most of you, CHOSE to disobey. That is completely unacceptable...blah, blah, blah... and so on."
I finished with
"what makes it so hard for me is that this is a good class and I enjoy you guys so much. Today, I want nothing but the best from you. You have to re-earn some things from me..."
The rest of class was cooperative, silent and working. Mean speeches, used only in the most dire of situations, are effective...at least for that class period.
So I go into my weekend with that behind me, all my grades done, and a plan for next week with copies already run.
And I am one week closer to summer.
Full of smiles over here!
Today might be the day
Today might be the day I lose my teaching license for beating a child.
I mean, if their parents won't do it, then who else will?
Two more classes until the weekend.
Five more days until the end of the 4th six weeks.
Then we only have two more six weeks to go.
Of course, by some cruel happenstance, both of the last SIX week grading periods are actually SEVEN weeks. And I'm not counting spring break. Yes, that's correct.
The next six week grading period doesn't end until APRIL 11th!!!
I think I might throw up.
On a happier note, I have created a fun project that I think my students will really enjoy doing and it's a lot of them working and me just helping. I LOVE that so much more than me teaching a lot. And they like it more. If I like it, and they like it, then everything is better. I just have to survive next week.
I think I can. I think I can.
You can tell I am at least trying to be in a better mood because I tried to end on a positive. I am not completely in the depths of despair.
PS. I would be having a much better day if I hadn't been up all night thinking about those deleted comments. :)
I mean, if their parents won't do it, then who else will?
Two more classes until the weekend.
Five more days until the end of the 4th six weeks.
Then we only have two more six weeks to go.
Of course, by some cruel happenstance, both of the last SIX week grading periods are actually SEVEN weeks. And I'm not counting spring break. Yes, that's correct.
The next six week grading period doesn't end until APRIL 11th!!!
I think I might throw up.
On a happier note, I have created a fun project that I think my students will really enjoy doing and it's a lot of them working and me just helping. I LOVE that so much more than me teaching a lot. And they like it more. If I like it, and they like it, then everything is better. I just have to survive next week.
I think I can. I think I can.
You can tell I am at least trying to be in a better mood because I tried to end on a positive. I am not completely in the depths of despair.
PS. I would be having a much better day if I hadn't been up all night thinking about those deleted comments. :)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
You might be a blogger
- if a deleted comment keeps you awake at night
- if you are annoyed when someone hasn't posted in more than a day.
- if you are angry when someon hasn't posted in more than three days
- if you are scared for someone's mental stability if they haven't posted in more than a week.
- if you check for comments five minutes after posting your last post and are actually disappointed when there are none
- if you frequently refer to your friends by their blogger name, not their actual name
- if you feel extreme guilt and pressure when you haven't posted in more than two days
- if you have written a post while one or more of your children cries in the next room
- if you check blogs written by people you have only met maybe once or twice in your life
- if you check blogs on an hourly basis, even when you know there will be no updates due to illness, vacation, new babies...
- if there are more than 30 blogs in your hourly rotation
- if you justify blogging over other duties by telling yourself, "I'm preserving memories."
- if you think in blog format
- if you have spent more than an hour perfecting a picture slideshow
- if there has been an obvious increase in your typing skills since you became a blogger
- if almost anything in your day becomes something worthy of posting: matching socks, finding a good head of lettuce at the grocery store, your child picking up their dirty socks, watching a rerun of your favorite show
- if you spend hours choosing the best background for your blog - one that represents your personality, yet will be an appropriate background for dramatic, serious, nostalgic, comical and lighthearted posts
- if you have written several posts dealing solely with food.
- if you feel closer to more people than you ever have
- if you are encouraged on a daily basis by the posts and comments of your fellow bloggers
- if you have been inspired, convicted, or otherwise changed by a post or comment
Please add your own, "you might be a blogger if..."
Monday, February 4, 2008
Quick Things
- First off, you know this won't be quick. It's me.
- I am ready for flip flop season. If I pick up another dirty sock, I might pinch somebody's toes off.
- Did you happen to catch the sunset tonight? Um, wowzers. It was s-p-e-c-t-a-c-u-l-a-r. I'll say it again, He could have made our world flat and gray...
- Currently, mason is at Softball practice with daddy and Grant is asleep. I should be ______ (fill in any housewife duty), but I'm blogging.
- Target has baby food on sale this week so I stockpiled my pantry. Grant so far has tasted apples, pears, prunes, and bananas. He eats all with the vigor and appetite of a starving man. He has got to be nearing the 18 pounder point.
- Mason and I have fallen in love with Instant Oatmeal from Quaker - you know? All the different flavors. Target has them on sale too. Each pouch comes out to 25 cents. Now, how is that for being miserly and kinda healthy?
- GO GIANTS! I was pleasantly pleased to see the patriots knocked off their high horse. Their cheatin' coach just bugs me. And I like to see them good ol' manning boys doing good.
- I made quesadillas and guacamole yesterday in honor of the super bowl. Um, yummers.
- Casen is out of this world perfect. And while I haven't seen Joshua in person, the pictures make it pretty clear that he is perfect as well. Grant now seems even more mammoth.
- I am so in love with that picture of Mason on the train tracks. I just think it is beautiful. I am taking some engagement pictures next saturday and I can hardly wait! I have this really neat pose idea in my head for one of them and I can't wait to see it in real life.
- And I guess that's it. That was pretty short for me.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
New Pictures!
Mason and I had a little photo shoot today.
After church, we left Grant and Daddy at home and headed out to try out my new telephoto lens.
I'll be miserly next week. :)
No, really. I used photo money to get it and that 101.50 that I wanted to splurge. I am in love with the new lens. So very cool.
Anyway, click on the sprinkle of grace link and check out Mason. He wasn't super cooperative with posing and has quite a few cheesy grins, but still pretty cute. And we went in the middle of the afternoon so the lighting is a little harsh in a few.
My favorite is the first one, on the train tracks.
Enjoy!
After church, we left Grant and Daddy at home and headed out to try out my new telephoto lens.
I'll be miserly next week. :)
No, really. I used photo money to get it and that 101.50 that I wanted to splurge. I am in love with the new lens. So very cool.
Anyway, click on the sprinkle of grace link and check out Mason. He wasn't super cooperative with posing and has quite a few cheesy grins, but still pretty cute. And we went in the middle of the afternoon so the lighting is a little harsh in a few.
My favorite is the first one, on the train tracks.
Enjoy!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Caramel Delights
A girl scout and former student of mine came to the door today. I couldn't resist the caramel delights. I could singlehandedly eat the whole box in one sitting. In fact,I might have done it a time or two .
Anyway, after the box was in my hands, I told Mason we weren't going to open them until daddy got home from work.
Then I dropped him off at the ASU baseball game with Aunt Bekah.
I came home and they were just calling my name.
So I ate two.
Then Mason came home. He threw something away in the pantry and then he says with his eyes narrowed, "Can I have a cookie please, since I see you ate some."
I then grinned sheepishly at him. He grinned back and said, "I caught ya!"
So he got two cookies.
Little stinker!
Anyway, after the box was in my hands, I told Mason we weren't going to open them until daddy got home from work.
Then I dropped him off at the ASU baseball game with Aunt Bekah.
I came home and they were just calling my name.
So I ate two.
Then Mason came home. He threw something away in the pantry and then he says with his eyes narrowed, "Can I have a cookie please, since I see you ate some."
I then grinned sheepishly at him. He grinned back and said, "I caught ya!"
So he got two cookies.
Little stinker!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Miserly Moms
I have this dear friend from my childhood, Jamie. She's commented on my blog a few times - Jellybean. Anyway, she just recently had a baby and due to some health complications, her going back to work is not an option right now. So this admirable friend of mine is impressing me so much with her dedication to making her budget work.
She's reading this book called Miserly Moms: being a one income family in a two income world. (or something like that) and posted this today. Check it out. It had some great pointers.
This is what our grandmothers did. This is what our mothers did.
The things aren't that crazy.
It seems kind of encouraging to me. Almost like a challenge.
I just need to redefine our needs.
I ate a lot of sandwiches growing up. I didn't have cable. We bought all our clothes at garage sales and wal mart. Our house was full of garage sale furniture and was never "perfect" (well, it was perfectly homey and wonderful for a family of 8+).
And my mom was with me every day. My dad came home every day at 5.
I had a blessed childhood because my parents was miserly.
I want to be miserly! I can hardly wait.
Jamie, thank you for all this info. I love it. And I am endlessly proud of your dedication to this endeavor of motherhood.
She's reading this book called Miserly Moms: being a one income family in a two income world. (or something like that) and posted this today. Check it out. It had some great pointers.
This is what our grandmothers did. This is what our mothers did.
The things aren't that crazy.
It seems kind of encouraging to me. Almost like a challenge.
I just need to redefine our needs.
I ate a lot of sandwiches growing up. I didn't have cable. We bought all our clothes at garage sales and wal mart. Our house was full of garage sale furniture and was never "perfect" (well, it was perfectly homey and wonderful for a family of 8+).
And my mom was with me every day. My dad came home every day at 5.
I had a blessed childhood because my parents was miserly.
I want to be miserly! I can hardly wait.
Jamie, thank you for all this info. I love it. And I am endlessly proud of your dedication to this endeavor of motherhood.
Snap out of it!
That's what my mary engelbreit page a day calendar said today.
There was a picture of a lady with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face and she was saying, "Snap out of it!"
I thought that was pretty appropriate. But, man, the whining was nice, too.
So last night, after I put Grant to bed and had Mason in his PJs, dear sweet Aunt Bekah came over and watched the boys so we could go on a late dinner date. So Troy and I had dinner at 8pm at cheddars. We ate spinach dip and shared the chicken tenders platter. He got buffalo tenders. I got plain. We talked about a multitude of things including this godawful trip we went on two years ago when I got a horrible stomach flu in the middle of our romantic getaway. I spent more time in the bathroom than in our bed. The trip was a disaster for a ton of reasons, but, oh, how we laughed our heads off about it last night. It was so nice to sit and talk with my best friend.
Then we came home and Mason, who was still awake but in bed asked me to "tickle his back." So I did and while I did, I told him a made up story about a boy named Mason who found a castle made of candy and a room full of puppies and kittens and turtles and snakes. And then he told me a story about a mommy and daddy and grantie who found a forest made of candy and a room filled with clouds. And it was so very very nice.
Sometimes you just need to whine and cry and then "Snap out of it!"
There was a picture of a lady with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face and she was saying, "Snap out of it!"
I thought that was pretty appropriate. But, man, the whining was nice, too.
So last night, after I put Grant to bed and had Mason in his PJs, dear sweet Aunt Bekah came over and watched the boys so we could go on a late dinner date. So Troy and I had dinner at 8pm at cheddars. We ate spinach dip and shared the chicken tenders platter. He got buffalo tenders. I got plain. We talked about a multitude of things including this godawful trip we went on two years ago when I got a horrible stomach flu in the middle of our romantic getaway. I spent more time in the bathroom than in our bed. The trip was a disaster for a ton of reasons, but, oh, how we laughed our heads off about it last night. It was so nice to sit and talk with my best friend.
Then we came home and Mason, who was still awake but in bed asked me to "tickle his back." So I did and while I did, I told him a made up story about a boy named Mason who found a castle made of candy and a room full of puppies and kittens and turtles and snakes. And then he told me a story about a mommy and daddy and grantie who found a forest made of candy and a room filled with clouds. And it was so very very nice.
Sometimes you just need to whine and cry and then "Snap out of it!"
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