After 2 weeks of mayhem and frivolity, order has once again been restored at La Casa de Loma.
Man Child is perched on his throne (aka mom's bed) watching PBS programming and drinking a nice sippy cup of milk. He's fought and lost the battles to (1) eat chips for breakfast and (2) eat breakfast on said throne. The diaper wipes have been dumped out and random cleaning of the armoire, tv and door handles has ensued.
All is well.
As much as MC loved having his siblings home for Christmas break, I think he was as ready for them to back to school as I was. At only 3 he has realised that when the older sibs are home he becomes the low Man on the totem pole. There are 2 more people to boss him around. Two more people to witness his crimes and then prosecute him in Mom's court. And most importantly, 2 more people to fight with for the remote.
So it's not really surprising that he fell right back into the pre-holiday routine effortlessly. What is shocking is that I kind of missed this morning battle of wills with him. Just now when he tried to smuggle a piece of bread into the bedroom for the third time I almost laughed. Almost.
Holy cow. He just rammed the entire thing in his mouth and is now standing in front of the tv chewing. Either this child is scary smart (as he figured out that I said "no food in the room" rather than "no eating in the room"- an important distinction)or he's just persistent and really loves food.
It's nice to have things back to normal.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Welcome 2010.....4 Days Late.
I have an issue.
Well, truthfully I have many issues but one that causes constant marital strife is my insistence that certain phrases and/or word combinations never be uttered in my home.
Words like Coca-cola. French fries. Milk shake. Chest of drawers. Chicken breast (it sounds so intentionally perverted. The chicken is dead. Do we really think that it cares what part of its' body was hacked up so we can make dinner.
What does this have to do with welcoming in the New Year? Nothing really, except that every time I turn on the tv or radio and hear the phrase "New Year resolution" I want to stick a red hot poker in my eye.
Needless to say, I'd rather be blistered and blind than participate in that New Year tradition.
Don't get me worng. I think it's great to make goals for yourself. For instance, I really want to be better about blogging regularly again. For Christmas The King had my blog published into a hardbound book. It is the most amazing, most personal gift anyone has ever given me. As I was flipping through it I realised with surprise and joy that unconcsciously I had written a 230 page journal over the past year. Then I was ashamed that the entries in the last 4 months have been so sparse. I owe it to my husband, children, and future grandchildren to keep writing so they know our history. I need to be less concerned about the writing process and just write for the enjoyment of capturing the important and not-so-important events in our life.
But I refuse to "resolve" to be a better blogger. One you commit to "resolving" you are on a path to destruction and self-loathing. New Years resolutions are so cliche because NO ONE KEEPS THEM!!!! Wouldn't it be better to say "I'm happy with my life, but I'd like to ...............". See, no commitment. No firm deadlines. No breakdown when you inevitably give up in a month or realise in June that you can't even remember what you "resolved" to do in January.
So, I love my life. I love my family. I'd like to be a better YW president, a better disciple of Christ, a better mother, wife, sister daughter and friend. I'm sure it won't happen immediately, and that I'll fail a lot. But at least I know that's what I'm working toward.
Hello 2010. It's going to be a great year!
Well, truthfully I have many issues but one that causes constant marital strife is my insistence that certain phrases and/or word combinations never be uttered in my home.
Words like Coca-cola. French fries. Milk shake. Chest of drawers. Chicken breast (it sounds so intentionally perverted. The chicken is dead. Do we really think that it cares what part of its' body was hacked up so we can make dinner.
What does this have to do with welcoming in the New Year? Nothing really, except that every time I turn on the tv or radio and hear the phrase "New Year resolution" I want to stick a red hot poker in my eye.
Needless to say, I'd rather be blistered and blind than participate in that New Year tradition.
Don't get me worng. I think it's great to make goals for yourself. For instance, I really want to be better about blogging regularly again. For Christmas The King had my blog published into a hardbound book. It is the most amazing, most personal gift anyone has ever given me. As I was flipping through it I realised with surprise and joy that unconcsciously I had written a 230 page journal over the past year. Then I was ashamed that the entries in the last 4 months have been so sparse. I owe it to my husband, children, and future grandchildren to keep writing so they know our history. I need to be less concerned about the writing process and just write for the enjoyment of capturing the important and not-so-important events in our life.
But I refuse to "resolve" to be a better blogger. One you commit to "resolving" you are on a path to destruction and self-loathing. New Years resolutions are so cliche because NO ONE KEEPS THEM!!!! Wouldn't it be better to say "I'm happy with my life, but I'd like to ...............". See, no commitment. No firm deadlines. No breakdown when you inevitably give up in a month or realise in June that you can't even remember what you "resolved" to do in January.
So, I love my life. I love my family. I'd like to be a better YW president, a better disciple of Christ, a better mother, wife, sister daughter and friend. I'm sure it won't happen immediately, and that I'll fail a lot. But at least I know that's what I'm working toward.
Hello 2010. It's going to be a great year!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Proud Parenting Moments....
Man Child: "No go to bed. I watch Earl" (as in My Name Is Earl, a totally appropriate show for a 3 year old). New words he's bound to pick up from tonight's episode: douche bag, butthole, tongue down a stripper's throat, dumb@$$.....
Man Child: "Shut up dad"- earlier today it was "Shut up Fox". If he's going to be disrespectful and inappropriate at least he's sticking to his own gender.
(Note to The King, because you're the one who allows him to watch it: absolutely no more Earl for MC, no matter how nicely he sits through it without saying a word)
TQ: "Bubble wrap is cheap, therapy is expensive. You choose"
Man CHild: "Thank you for Poppa, Gama, Clifford (he omits 'The Big Red Dog', and he's right to; the name is redundant. It's pretty obvious Clifford is big, red, and a dog)". MC's standard meal and evening prayer. Apparently these are the only 3 things he loves.
The King: "We DO NOT pee in a garbage can or any other container including empty soda bottles just because you don't want to stop playing Rock Band."
Loma: "Okay, who plugged mom and dad's toilet AGAIN???"
Fox is conspicuously absent from the list (well, except for one entry in which the culprit was not named but let's just say it wasn't a girl and it wasn't the boy who still wears diapers), mostly because he has spent the last 3 days sick in bed with a stomach bug. The poor kid catches everything.
So that he doesn't feel left out I think I'll mention that he has vomited on the floor twice.
No man is left behind in this house.
Man Child: "Shut up dad"- earlier today it was "Shut up Fox". If he's going to be disrespectful and inappropriate at least he's sticking to his own gender.
(Note to The King, because you're the one who allows him to watch it: absolutely no more Earl for MC, no matter how nicely he sits through it without saying a word)
TQ: "Bubble wrap is cheap, therapy is expensive. You choose"
Man CHild: "Thank you for Poppa, Gama, Clifford (he omits 'The Big Red Dog', and he's right to; the name is redundant. It's pretty obvious Clifford is big, red, and a dog)". MC's standard meal and evening prayer. Apparently these are the only 3 things he loves.
The King: "We DO NOT pee in a garbage can or any other container including empty soda bottles just because you don't want to stop playing Rock Band."
Loma: "Okay, who plugged mom and dad's toilet AGAIN???"
Fox is conspicuously absent from the list (well, except for one entry in which the culprit was not named but let's just say it wasn't a girl and it wasn't the boy who still wears diapers), mostly because he has spent the last 3 days sick in bed with a stomach bug. The poor kid catches everything.
So that he doesn't feel left out I think I'll mention that he has vomited on the floor twice.
No man is left behind in this house.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Anyone Remember Three Men and a Baby??
Boy in the corner behind the curtains: Urban legend or "bring your kid to work then misplace them" day on the set?
I have to admit, when I was a wee tween and the mysterious "ghost boy" was pointed out to me I freaked out a little. They had to notice the boy when shooting- he was SO obvious. There was no reasonable explanation for how the director, producers, camera men, lighting dudes, food service people, editors, and screeners missed the blatantly out-of-place extra in the scene.
He had to be a phantom. A phantom that haunted Tom Selleck. Because he hated his mustache.
At least I thought so until today, over 20 years since the 3M&AB ghost first encited an entire week worth of night terrors (yes, I'm a bit of a wuss. Watcher in the Woods is still the scariest movie I've ever seen).
Today, we downloaded our pictures from Thanksgiving at The Grand America. The King really wanted to take some pictures of the kids and I in their beautiful hallway. The boys wouldn't cooperate but TQ and I were totally up for an impromptu photo shoot. Upon viewing the results, I realised that we had NO IDEA where The Man CHild was for the 10 minutes we were posing, and that I should feel really blessed that he entertained himself hiding in the 15' Parisian curtains that are worth more than my car rather than running up and down the hall screaming like the exorcist.
A new urban legend is born.
I have to admit, when I was a wee tween and the mysterious "ghost boy" was pointed out to me I freaked out a little. They had to notice the boy when shooting- he was SO obvious. There was no reasonable explanation for how the director, producers, camera men, lighting dudes, food service people, editors, and screeners missed the blatantly out-of-place extra in the scene.
He had to be a phantom. A phantom that haunted Tom Selleck. Because he hated his mustache.
At least I thought so until today, over 20 years since the 3M&AB ghost first encited an entire week worth of night terrors (yes, I'm a bit of a wuss. Watcher in the Woods is still the scariest movie I've ever seen).
Today, we downloaded our pictures from Thanksgiving at The Grand America. The King really wanted to take some pictures of the kids and I in their beautiful hallway. The boys wouldn't cooperate but TQ and I were totally up for an impromptu photo shoot. Upon viewing the results, I realised that we had NO IDEA where The Man CHild was for the 10 minutes we were posing, and that I should feel really blessed that he entertained himself hiding in the 15' Parisian curtains that are worth more than my car rather than running up and down the hall screaming like the exorcist.
A new urban legend is born.
Warning: If You Have No Sense of Humor Concerning Max Hall's Tirade Stop Reading Now
My brother and fellow Ute alumnus sent me the following email on Saturday and I've been itching all weekend to post it. Unfortunately a certain SOMEONE (no names here- I hate ratting people out, but by someone I might just mean a certain 5'4" twelve year old with brown hair who wears infinitely nicer clothes than her mother- who incidentally just so happens to have the patience and forgiving heart of a saint!!) tried to access my google account and got my password all messed up so that I had to wait until TODAY. Hopefully it is worth the wait:
SALT LAKE CITY, UT - In response to BYU quarterback Max Hall's recent statements, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has adopted an amendment to its Thirteenth Article of Faith. The revised declaration now reads, in pertinent part, "We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men except those affiliated with the University of Utah , its football team, or fans thereof."
Additionally, LDS Church spokesman LaVerne Christiansen stated that General Authorities who had received academic degrees from the University of Utah would be immediately granted emeritus status and removed from their callings. "Except for President Monson," Christiansen explained, "because he repented of his [University of] Utah Bachelor's Degree by getting an MBA from the Lord's One True University ."
In related news, church scholars engaged in the Joseph Smith Papers Project have reported that they have recently discovered Smith's personal notes regarding the "inspired" translation of Matthew 5:44. "The King James Version has Christ telling his disciples to 'love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you,' which is all very good," said Project Editor F. Merrill Baker, Jr., "but the [newly discovered] Prophet's translation includes a caveat, making it clear that the Lord's pronouncement doesn't apply to the Utes."
"It's marvelous," continued Baker, who holds a doctorate in archival archaeology from Brigham Young University, "and it reveals that even though the University of Utah wasn't founded until 1850--more than five years after his death--Joseph Smith knew by the spirit of prophecy and inspiration that its football fans would spill their beer on BYU fans."
Just in case you didn't follow the admonition in my title and are now super offended and ready to turn me into my local church leaders for apostasy, might I remind you that THIS IS FAKE. You can't find it in the SL Tribune or the U's student newspaper, so don't even try. Besides, it won't work; I happen to know that my Bishop isn't a BYU fan.
Church is true people.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
So How Exactly Does Kelly Kepalski Fit Into All This???
Did anyone else watching the Tuesday night premiere of "Scrubs" Medical School" have a deja vu flashback to "Saved By The Bell: The College Years"?????
Just asking.
Never mind. Turk and JD have way to much guy love going on to ever be likened to the rivals/sometimes friends Zach and AC Slater.
Just asking.
Never mind. Turk and JD have way to much guy love going on to ever be likened to the rivals/sometimes friends Zach and AC Slater.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Crazy Much????
In the last 24 hours I have painted my half bathroom a total of 4 different colors: Bright green, brown green, yellow, and finally gray-green.
I have serious issues.
But 4 gallons of semi gloss later, the bathroom looks fabutastic. I have to remind myself that it's only a guest bath and as we are unloved and unvisited (hint hint) it rarely gets used except by the 6-10 year old piano students who occasionally consumed too much water in their "after school but before lessons" snack.
Oh well, it sure does look purdy.
I have serious issues.
But 4 gallons of semi gloss later, the bathroom looks fabutastic. I have to remind myself that it's only a guest bath and as we are unloved and unvisited (hint hint) it rarely gets used except by the 6-10 year old piano students who occasionally consumed too much water in their "after school but before lessons" snack.
Oh well, it sure does look purdy.
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