Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Happy 13 Years

To me, the most romantic anniversary present ever. Happy Anniversary, Sarge -- here's to many, many more.

And because we're so romantic, we're taking the kids to dinner. My sister calls their anniversary the birthday of their family, so I guess we're taking them out for our birthday.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

All these toys...

And they've spent the last 24 hours playing their own version of hockey with wrapping paper tubes and some random ball they've had for years and years.

Next year? I'm buying a new refrigerator and giving them the box for Christmas.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Merry Christmas, y'all.

It doesn't feel like Christmas - it's like a hundred degrees outside. No worries, I'm sure it will be snowing tomorrow. That's just how we roll in Texas.

I think that Christmas was successful - I didn't get caught, but I didn't put the Elf away. I forgot. The elf? Y'all have got to get one for next year - the Elf On A Shelf - so cute holy moly my kids loved it! And seriously? They totally thought I didn't move the thing. For kids that are supposed to be so smart...

Next? Painting. I'm itching. I'm also itching to put away Christmas decorations, though my sister would have my head if she found out I wanted to put away Christmas before the end of December.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Changing Tactics

My daughter has been pretending she's a dog every day now for months. My method of operation has been to ignore it, hoping it will go away, or to tell her to quit crawling, she's getting holes in her pants.

Sarge and I had a discussion the other day about the way we (read:me) were going about it. We decided that it clearly wasn't working. So I tried something new.

I ran with it.

She has eaten her last two meals on the floor. She had milk on a plate this morning, and she's been eating Cocoa Puffs and Kix, because they look like dog food. I've been petting her head and haing her do tricks (though she does make me promise to do other tricks after 'play dead' before she'll comply). I didn't even get mad when her jeans got a hole in them after playing dog all afternoon.
I figure, it's bad now, but she'll get bored with it, right? I mean, who can eat cocoa puffs for every meal? Wait. Don't answer that. Gah. This could make for a very long holiday vacation.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Seriously? (Warning: PG-8 or 9)

I vividly recall walking through Hobby Lobby about four and a half years ago and the middle child asking me if the Easter Bunny was real. Because I won't ever lie to my children, I told her no. She promptly told her brother. She then asked if the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus were real. I delivered the bad news. She shared with her brother.

They both forgot this conversation when Christmas arrived, up until about three years ago, when the oldest figured it out. AGAIN. And I told him that now he was part of the grownups, getting to play Santa for the younger kids.

Well, now? They all act like they believe again. The youngest has no clue, the middle one is determined to believe and the oldest one acts like it's actually possible for Santa to come to that many houses all over the world in one night. I blame the Polar Express and all those darn bells they keep ringing.

Because, darnit, I want credit for all this shopping I've been doing. I've been in the toy store more often in the last two weeks than I've been in it all year, and boy, do I ever remember why.

GTG, I need to move the elf on a shelf.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

New and Improved!

I have spent the last week or so changing my whole house around. Which, I really didn't have time for, but I really didn't NOT have time for, because it made my whole life so much better. SO MUCH BETTER.

I had finally convinced Sarge to let me have the play room. It was only a toy storage location and a place for the kids to make a giant mess in, then complain bitterly when it was time to clean it up, and so on and so on. So I took it.

We changed what was my sewing room, which is the first room you see in my house, into a sitting room. It is full of books and games, along with two chairs and a lamp. And for the last week, magic has happened there.

Magic like this:

And this:

And even this:

We are so excited that we are taking over the computer/treadmill/assorted junk room and turning it into a room with a table and chairs and a buffet. Some people might call that a dining room, but we're filling the buffet with games and puzzles, and we'll fill the table with fun. Sometimes dinner, but not too often.

Same space, very little money spent (so far!), and life is so much better. I love my new sewing space and don't have to look at it when I don't want to, and don't have to be overwhelmed by it as soon as I walk in the door. But when I walk into the space now, I mean business, and boy do I get a lot done. Phwew!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

The last three weeks, in one horrible runon sentence

First, there was the fact that I couldn't stand my children, that I couldn't stand being a parent and wanted to quit, but I couldn't bring myself to write about it because of the guilt, oh the horrible guilt, but then I was walking home from school one day and there was my oldest child's bike right there in the middle of the road, but he wasn't anywhere to be found, just his bike until about two seconds later (which, incidentally, is long enough to go through about twelve of the worst case scenarios ever imagined) and my husband emerged from my house which was in view of the bike and told me that he'd fallen off his bike but he was totally fine just a little over dramatic which means that he was also totally himself but it made me realize that my children are like air - as much as I wanted to quit being a mom, all those worst case scenarios made me realize that I simply cannot live without them, although I was perfectly happy to drive them to Mississippi for a week with a hug and a toothbrush while I sat at home and watched sappy sad movies on Thanksgiving and ate a pumpkin pie - who needs turkey, honestly - while my husband worked, which was unfortunate because I got two dead husband movies and it didn't sit all that well with me, but I moved on and watched more sappy movies that made me cry until it was time to pick up my children again, (really, it was a week already?) and then decided that who cares that there's only three weeks until Christmas, I'm going to rearrange my entire house, which I did until the oldest child vomited all over the carpet and then I couldn't sleep for three days with the horrible, terrible fear that practically gave me an ulcer that someone else was going to start heaving and I hate cleaning up throw up more than I hate cleaning toilets but no one did, so I got a lot of work done in my new sewing room, which used to be the play room, and now Christmas is practically over, so I don't really need to put out Christmas decorations, do I?

Oh, my, I'm out of breath. I promise to get writing again. I like my children again, which is miraculous, because we just got home from the mall. On a Saturday. In December. Oh, and we went to the toy store.