tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44639880573869938972024-02-18T21:07:54.756-07:00Take My Monsters. Please.Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-8705163435617227082011-11-01T20:10:00.000-07:002011-11-01T20:10:32.329-07:00The Tooth Fairy: Round 2When you don't talk to your kids about the important issues, such as the Tooth Fairy, then someone else will. Someone really convoluted according to the conversation I had with my daughter.
TinaToothLoser: I have to wiggle my tooth, so it comes out.
Awesomeness: What happens when your tooth comes out?
TinaToothLoser: Well, first you wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. And then your tooth comes Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-37465723050856028342011-10-15T12:51:00.000-07:002011-10-15T12:52:25.477-07:00Stay At Home MomI took the last couple of days off from work, which means I've gotten to spend a lot of time I don't normally get to with my kiddos. Long hours. Long, loud hours. Long, loud hours filled with Shaun the Sheep and cleaning up pee.
I am ready to go back to work now.
The one thing I will say about staying at home with my kids: I am now very afraid for their future. I expect Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-79068707550788606202011-10-14T10:02:00.000-07:002011-10-15T12:53:01.085-07:00NostalgiaRecently, my little PollyPastDweller has been recalling her fondest memories:
You remember when I was one year old and I missed you?
Well, when I was 4 years old I threw up, like this, "Bbbblllllllllllleeeeeeccccchhhhhh!" You remember that?
When I was a little baby, I used to squirm a lot, but now I hold still.
You remember when I was 3 years old and we went to the store and I was very Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-88843189286534664272011-09-20T05:30:00.004-07:002011-10-15T12:53:38.557-07:00Early CountingThe last couple of months have been taken up with some carefully planned lessons for HannahHomeSchool. What I wasn't planning for was having to create eighth-time's-a-charm-style revisions to my carefully laid lesson plans.
Take counting, for instance. I've just been working with her on sequence and it's been a struggle.
Flash cards = fail. Counting physical objects = fail. &Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-22416377100641231682011-07-08T13:17:00.000-07:002011-07-08T13:17:49.415-07:00The CutesAfter almost a year in speech therapy, BobbyBlabberMouth is finally starting to open up and use his words to tell us what he needs. A year ago, he wouldn't say anything or even try to communicate with us non-verbally, so this is amazing for us. We finally know what our little boy wants.
He wants juice.
Lots and lots and lots of juice.
All day long, I'm pouring this kid juice.
Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-44602516945536560952011-07-07T11:18:00.000-07:002011-07-07T11:18:43.645-07:00Life and DeathThe decision to keep LucyLearnsALot out of school for the next year was not an easy one. Or one that we even got to make without a degree of coersion. We felt strongly that she was ready to join her friends in a structured class environment and to learn things beyond what we've been teaching at home, but unfortunately the school system disagreed.
In short, we live too farAwesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-61619338124650817922011-05-21T16:47:00.000-07:002011-05-21T16:47:04.168-07:00How Dare You!In the daily struggle to keep things fair and balanced, we sometimes have losing moments. They're not all bad, though, because sometimes they turn into unexpectedly funny moments.
Mr. Awesomeness: Buddy, what do you want to watch?Buddy: Wanna watch Wall-E!Not Buddy: No! We watched Wall-E already. We need to watch Tangled.Mr. Awesomeness: Honey, I think it's Buddy's turn to watch a Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-75435526061785764172011-05-08T08:54:00.000-07:002011-05-08T08:54:44.350-07:00Short CircuitedWhen you ask me about my favorite part of the morning, I might respond in 4 different ways:
When I walked into the kids' room to find NatureBoy completely nude, but his sister in the corner trying to hide the fact that she was wearing his pajamas.
When the kids ran out of the room and I had to slow them down by reminding them that they forgot their clothes and NatureBoy said, "Sowwy Mama."
When Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-57312634955581525932011-05-04T20:49:00.001-07:002011-05-04T20:50:19.844-07:00The Koala Bear DietI love Nick Jr. Most of the time. Most of the time, they play fantastic programming that helps my kids learn an amazing amount of information. Sometimes, though, there's a 30-odd-year old dick on there singing about wanting to be a polar bear.
I've always had a certain amount of hatred for grown-ups who sing kid songs. Even when I was a kid, I wondered how the hell their Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-78246204609333421722011-05-01T10:51:00.000-07:002011-05-01T10:51:55.458-07:00Our Driveway Phone CrusherThe other day, on the drive in to work, I thought I lost my phone. I could clearly see myself tossing it into my purse before leaving the house, but it was nowhere in my purse, on the floor of the car, anywhere.
Mr. A and I immediately began to discuss what could have happened and, since we were only a few minutes away, whether or not we should turn around to find it. We had Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-89218575289106764932011-04-29T21:00:00.000-07:002011-04-29T21:00:15.125-07:00Captain DemandoMy baby's finally talking. He's needed about 6 months of speech therapy to open up, but he's finally getting there. I can't believe the progress he's making too. He's not just saying words, but also answering questions. On top of that, he's actually asking for things he needs. Like tonight when we had a real conversation:
ChattyCharlie: I'm hungry.
AwesomenessAwesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-52934626289694135092011-04-27T20:48:00.000-07:002011-04-27T20:48:50.492-07:00Is This A Trick?I'm catching up on my reading when PatientPatty walks up and taps me on the shoulder.
PatientPatty: Mama.
Awesomeness: Yes, honey.
PatientPatty: Mama, can I wait for a little while?
Awesomeness: Um, what? I don't think I heard you right. What do you need?
PatientPatty: I want to wait for just a little while.
Awesomeness: Yeah....well, you can wait all you want. Go play.
She Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-7249569916196774322011-04-25T20:10:00.001-07:002011-04-27T20:35:42.406-07:00It's Really, Really DayI worry about my girl sometimes. She gets along okay in school, but she doesn't seem to enjoy it very much. I figure I'm in trouble, since this is preschool, so the hardest thing she has to do all day is trace a Q with a crayon. She's also turning 5 this year, which means that Mr. A and I have a hard choice to make about whether to send her to Kindergarten in August or to give her oneAwesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-53407390155373297782011-04-24T13:10:00.000-07:002011-04-24T13:10:05.574-07:00A Star Is BornThis year we decided to get the kids Easter baskets that had more gifts they could trash my floor with enjoy and less candy for us them to eat. What we ended up with was a pink basket with "rock star" themed toys for her (that he would totally play with) and a big truck basket for him (no seriously, it just had a truck in it...I'm not even sure why they bothered with the basket).
While Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-76768287762493064412011-04-18T21:17:00.000-07:002011-04-18T21:17:17.603-07:00Why I Will Never Eat Macaroni AgainYesterday, SicklySuzie got sick. All over the place. I am generally useless in these situations, since I'm a sympathetic puker. All I could do is sit across the room, try not to look at her and take shallow breaths until Mr. A got it all cleaned up.
This happens often enough that we have a special bucket that we pull out, just in case she's ready for another round and can't Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-66697535214797914892011-04-07T20:19:00.001-07:002011-04-08T21:15:56.854-07:00The Life of a Guinea PigHow GretaGuineaPigExpert found out about guinea pigs is anyone's guess, but tonight she gave me a complimentary guinea pig lesson.
GretaGPE: Mama, we need to go to the guinea pig store.
For whatever reason, she thinks that everything has its own store.
Awesomeness: What are we going to get at the guinea pig store?
Should be obvious, but what else am I talking about with a 4-year oldAwesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-24613908466856023812011-04-07T20:01:00.000-07:002011-04-07T20:01:54.301-07:00This Is How We Do ItEarlier this evening, ClumsyCathy smashed her finger in a kitchen drawer.
ClumsyCathy: Ow! Mama my finger is broken!
I inspected the finger and found it to be very not broken.
Awesomeness: Honey, your finger is fine.
ClumsyCathy: But Mama, I broke it.
Awesomeness: You know what happens to broken fingers right?
ClumsyCathy: What?
Awesomeness: We cut them off. Are you ready?
I'm Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-91376026072709873262011-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:002011-03-20T08:01:55.562-07:00The Secret of the KissueSnottySuzie has a runny nose. We've been running after the poor girl for the last day with tissue after tissue. When she doesn't have one available, she'll use whatever's handy: her shirt, my shirt, her arm. We're trying to break her of that habit.
Yesterday, when I caught her wiping her nose on her shirt:
Awesomeness: Suzie, we don't wipe our nose on our shirt.
Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-17444002527557814882011-03-18T21:11:00.000-07:002011-03-18T21:11:47.971-07:00And So It Begins...My kids almost never watch commercial television. I hate commercials. When they need ("need") to watch something, we have about a thousand movies and a good selection of programs to choose from on Netflix.
Aside from that, they end up watching Nick Jr. a bit, which is commercial-free television. The point is that, so far, I haven't been bothered with requests for the new cool 'Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-58696111951975403182011-03-10T20:31:00.000-07:002011-03-10T20:31:48.215-07:00DistractionThe other night, while I was trying to finish a post for my other blog, CameraHogCarla came by and wanted to play. I had been trying to work on this for a couple of days already and was determined to finally make some progress before I completely lost my train of thought.
Carla was persistent and eventually I had to take on an "if I can't beat her, I might as well join her" attitude.
Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-82734560299257702482011-03-06T21:16:00.000-07:002011-03-06T21:16:27.016-07:00Detoxing My 4-Year OldMy girl is a special kid. She doesn't do anything half-ass. Ham for the camera:
Wrestle her brother while hamming for the camera:
Getting sick:
The kid has been sick for almost a whole month now. I don't know precisely what she came down with this time, but I do know that, over the last month, she's been on 2 different antibiotics, 2 fever reducers, a cough suppressant, a Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-60787418352936548362011-02-28T21:15:00.001-07:002011-02-28T21:16:04.514-07:00Parents' Time OutI don't make friends easily. Getting out of the house, outside of work, is damn-near impossible. Getting out of the house without hubby or kids in tow: down-right impossible. I'm also a bit of a spaz, which pretty much works like friend repellent.
Oh, also, I'm kind of an asshole. Especially about other people being assholes. Some people refer to it as a negative attitudeAwesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-23289547744279091992011-02-27T17:51:00.000-07:002011-02-27T17:51:30.473-07:00Accessorizing LunchLunchtime in our house is not usually a special occasion. I make some sort of food and serve it up on a plate. One kid picks at it for 3 hours. The other kid dumps it on the floor, then eats it from under the table.
I've served the kids on a set of different-colored plastic plates for a long time now. (Or when I forget to do dishes, the kids tend to eat from disposable Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-15498656516570552392011-02-19T16:23:00.000-07:002011-02-19T16:23:42.953-07:00Yeah, Bugs. What Were You Thinking?LucyLooneyTunesFan has been obsessed with Looney Tunes lately. It's cute. Her favorite (right now) is Marvin the Martian. She's apparently making plans to go to Mars and share a balloon with him...
Anyway, the one LTer who is on her naughty list right now: Bugs Bunny. How did he end up annoying her? Well, during one episode, he misses the left turn at Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4463988057386993897.post-39615214699574528482011-02-09T19:03:00.000-07:002011-02-09T19:03:40.706-07:00What Did I Miss Today?Whenever I get home from work, I like to find out right away what kind of day my kids had. Did they eat? Did they nap? Was there anything unusual that went on that day that I need to be aware of?
There are days, like today, when I wished I never asked.
Mr. Awesomeness: Oh, by the way, apparently our daughter has been either sticking something between her teeth or picking at her Awesomenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287546884457969956noreply@blogger.com3