This afternoon I get to spent 2hours coiffing and primping Taylor for the Valentines Dance at school. She's pretty ticked at me because I won't buy her yet another new outfit for the dance, but I offered to do her hair as penance. I don't get it. How can I survive owning exactly 2 pairs of jeans and yet my daughter looks into her fully stocked closet and exclaims "I have NOTHING to wear" (insert annoying whiney voice here).
I guess her sucess at the dance hinges on whether or not the boys like the brand new shirt with the perfect pink shrug that they won't be able to see or decipher the color of in the dimly flourescent lit school cafeteria.
I hope someday she forgives me :)
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Self discovery
I am a giant douche.
I just said something totally snarky to a 14 year old boy.
All because he was rude to my teenage daughter, like all teenage boys are to girls their own age.
Yes he is a turd, but at least his behavior is age appropriate. Mine, was not.
Bad Loma, bad!
I just said something totally snarky to a 14 year old boy.
All because he was rude to my teenage daughter, like all teenage boys are to girls their own age.
Yes he is a turd, but at least his behavior is age appropriate. Mine, was not.
Bad Loma, bad!
From here on out.....
Last night at YW our wonderful Mia Mid counselor taught the girls a really meaningful lesson on the importance of writing down our histories. After as I was talking to James, I realized how negligent I have been of late in doing just that. What is this blog but a place to write down the stories and inconsistencies of rearing my three darling but rambunctous in the hope that someday we'll read them together and remember just how much we loved each other?
So I'm going to do better. Too many times I have hesitated to post anything because I have worried about visibility or who was reading it, so I have intentionally left things pretty lighthearted and only surface deep unless I was writing about my own feelings and not the rest of my family. So no more. It may be sad, it may be embarassing at times, but come what may someday we'll want to remember the things that were important to us and the trials we've faced and conquered.
So here I go.......
This is has been an insane start to the new year. James' work is exploding (in a good way), Tay is the manager for her JR. High basketball team and playing on a comp team as well. Noah is thankfully just plugging along, with a good attitude most of the time :) He is attending his third Braille Challenge in a few weeks. Today Karla, his braille teacher and district VI specialist sent home a note that just gushed over how far he has progressed since the beginning of 4th grade. In August he was reading 6 words per minute by touch, and this week he read 18 words. That's a 300% improvement!!! It's hard because he can read braille visually very quickly- much more than 18 words a minute- but he's supposed to be using his fingers rather than his eyes. Karla had to construct a box to go over his fingers because he was cheating so much by looking at the braille! Oh well, I'm grateful he still has enough sight to see it. Braille is so complex- it's an entire language with rules and verbage. But it is so critical for his future education and employment that he learn it. I am so grateful for Karla and all she is doing for him.
The biggest news in our family now is that Zach is FINALLY 100% potty trained!!! It has been such a battle to train this kid. He has been peeing consistently for the last year and a half, but has completely refused to go #2. He had "fecal aversion"- an intense fear of #2ing in the potty. We have had many wars over the issue, and he's spent countless hours sitting on the toilet just turn around and hide under a bed and go the minute I let him get off the pot. As of about December though he's turned the corner and has been awesome at both #1 and #2 since!!!! Hooray for him, and hooray for mom because he can no go to preschool next year:)
That's all for today, except that I have a Zone Bar thief in my house and I have a sneaking suspicion (well, not really sneaking as I just found wrappers under his bed) that his name starts with and N and he's 10 years old. I'm not really a stinker about food- nothing is really off limits in our house EXCEPT for my raspberry Zone bars because they are so stinking hard to find. I've only found them at the Harmons by my parent's house. Boo grocery stores- you need to stock them!!!!
So I'm going to do better. Too many times I have hesitated to post anything because I have worried about visibility or who was reading it, so I have intentionally left things pretty lighthearted and only surface deep unless I was writing about my own feelings and not the rest of my family. So no more. It may be sad, it may be embarassing at times, but come what may someday we'll want to remember the things that were important to us and the trials we've faced and conquered.
So here I go.......
This is has been an insane start to the new year. James' work is exploding (in a good way), Tay is the manager for her JR. High basketball team and playing on a comp team as well. Noah is thankfully just plugging along, with a good attitude most of the time :) He is attending his third Braille Challenge in a few weeks. Today Karla, his braille teacher and district VI specialist sent home a note that just gushed over how far he has progressed since the beginning of 4th grade. In August he was reading 6 words per minute by touch, and this week he read 18 words. That's a 300% improvement!!! It's hard because he can read braille visually very quickly- much more than 18 words a minute- but he's supposed to be using his fingers rather than his eyes. Karla had to construct a box to go over his fingers because he was cheating so much by looking at the braille! Oh well, I'm grateful he still has enough sight to see it. Braille is so complex- it's an entire language with rules and verbage. But it is so critical for his future education and employment that he learn it. I am so grateful for Karla and all she is doing for him.
The biggest news in our family now is that Zach is FINALLY 100% potty trained!!! It has been such a battle to train this kid. He has been peeing consistently for the last year and a half, but has completely refused to go #2. He had "fecal aversion"- an intense fear of #2ing in the potty. We have had many wars over the issue, and he's spent countless hours sitting on the toilet just turn around and hide under a bed and go the minute I let him get off the pot. As of about December though he's turned the corner and has been awesome at both #1 and #2 since!!!! Hooray for him, and hooray for mom because he can no go to preschool next year:)
That's all for today, except that I have a Zone Bar thief in my house and I have a sneaking suspicion (well, not really sneaking as I just found wrappers under his bed) that his name starts with and N and he's 10 years old. I'm not really a stinker about food- nothing is really off limits in our house EXCEPT for my raspberry Zone bars because they are so stinking hard to find. I've only found them at the Harmons by my parent's house. Boo grocery stores- you need to stock them!!!!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
My Loopy Sickies....
I think I love my kids most when they are sick. There's just something about a vulnerable, fever red face and swollen eyes that just tears at my heart. Plus they don't have the energy or inclination to drive me nuts :)
Tay and Zachie have been trading fevers for the last day or so. In the heat induced confusion, they have spouted off some of the weirdest things to me. For example, last night Tay asked me what I'd do if she had a tail. My answer (besides throwing her in the river at birth of course or having a shaman exorcise the demon spirits out of her) was that I'd sell her to a freak show for $500 and then buy an ipad with the proceeds.
After a long afternoon of lessons I emerged from the dungeon at 5:30 last night to a slightly lucid Zachie yelling at me "Mom, My beaver is gone. My beaver is gone!" Apparently his sister told him that if his fever went down he could go play downstairs with his brother. I didn't explain to Tay why his lisped "beaver" instead of fever was so funny, but my mom and I spent a good ten minutes on the phone laughing our head off while expanding the metaphor :)
And now i'm laying her on my bed with my little sickie while he eats M&M's and watches Toy Story 3. He is forcing his eyes to stay open. I love this boy so so much. He has the most expressive face- I could watch it for hours.
Got to go- he just asked "Momma, will you hold me?"
Only forever beautiful boy.
Tay and Zachie have been trading fevers for the last day or so. In the heat induced confusion, they have spouted off some of the weirdest things to me. For example, last night Tay asked me what I'd do if she had a tail. My answer (besides throwing her in the river at birth of course or having a shaman exorcise the demon spirits out of her) was that I'd sell her to a freak show for $500 and then buy an ipad with the proceeds.
After a long afternoon of lessons I emerged from the dungeon at 5:30 last night to a slightly lucid Zachie yelling at me "Mom, My beaver is gone. My beaver is gone!" Apparently his sister told him that if his fever went down he could go play downstairs with his brother. I didn't explain to Tay why his lisped "beaver" instead of fever was so funny, but my mom and I spent a good ten minutes on the phone laughing our head off while expanding the metaphor :)
And now i'm laying her on my bed with my little sickie while he eats M&M's and watches Toy Story 3. He is forcing his eyes to stay open. I love this boy so so much. He has the most expressive face- I could watch it for hours.
Got to go- he just asked "Momma, will you hold me?"
Only forever beautiful boy.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Working the System
Anyone know of any jobs that require constant travel to foreign countries??
Disclaimer: I'm in the US so by foreign I do not mean Canada or Mexico. I'm talking at least a 12 hour flight here.
Because I'm not going to lie to you here, I'm having a major fit of unrighteous jealousy this week. The King just got back from New York, and could not say enough about how much he loved the city. Before that he was in DC and spent two days "working" (cough, cough) a convention but mostly touring all the national monuments. Now, while these trips do sound fun, if I were in his place I'd finagle my way into visiting London, Paris, Vienna and Rome. I want to travel to these places so badly I can taste it. Hence my opening quandary. I need to find a job that needs me to travel to wonderful places where I can tour to my hearts delight. That kind of position has to exist somewhere, right???
Get on that for me please.
Disclaimer: I'm in the US so by foreign I do not mean Canada or Mexico. I'm talking at least a 12 hour flight here.
Because I'm not going to lie to you here, I'm having a major fit of unrighteous jealousy this week. The King just got back from New York, and could not say enough about how much he loved the city. Before that he was in DC and spent two days "working" (cough, cough) a convention but mostly touring all the national monuments. Now, while these trips do sound fun, if I were in his place I'd finagle my way into visiting London, Paris, Vienna and Rome. I want to travel to these places so badly I can taste it. Hence my opening quandary. I need to find a job that needs me to travel to wonderful places where I can tour to my hearts delight. That kind of position has to exist somewhere, right???
Get on that for me please.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Oh, And Another Thing......
Does anyone else think that Facebook has just become a way for teenagers to say all the mean spirited, demeaning and abusive things they want to each other without having to face the repercussions (ie- fist in the face, or visit to the principal's office) of saying it to the other person's face?
Oh, but it's all okay. They put a "ha ha" before and/or after they said "ho, I'm gonna bust your face up".
What lovely little people we are raising. Cyber bullying is super courageous.
(I hope you could feel my eye roll from wherever you are reading this)
Oh, but it's all okay. They put a "ha ha" before and/or after they said "ho, I'm gonna bust your face up".
What lovely little people we are raising. Cyber bullying is super courageous.
(I hope you could feel my eye roll from wherever you are reading this)
Question......
Does anyone else think that Jonah Hill is an overweight Michael Cera???
I'm just saying........
I'm just saying........
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