Yesterday we all went to the lake fishing. Cole was looking at the big boats and GG said she was going to retire and live on a big boat like that. Then my ever so concerned child said "But how do they get to Wal-Mart"
At 7, my son thinks Wal-Mart is a life necessity. What have I done??
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Shark Countdown....
Yep, Cole's tooth needs a better look. They want him to come in tomorrow and even warned it will probably be pulled.
Poor kid. I told him they numb his gums and he won't feel a thing. Just don't ask me any more questions. We'll cover it tomorrow.
Poor kid. I told him they numb his gums and he won't feel a thing. Just don't ask me any more questions. We'll cover it tomorrow.
Dentist
I have a dentist appointment today. I love the dentist. I have spent the majority of my adolescence in a dental chair. My parents have spend the majority of their income to various dental offices. I think it's easier than going to the vet, post office, or pediatrician. Lay down and be quiet - I'm all over it. Sometimes I even nap. Sign me up.
Today I don't want to go to the dentist. I wasn't able to get xrays and a full exam last appointment because I was pregnant with Carrie. Today, I can but I wish I couldn't. Which also means I get to explain to strangers WHY I'm there again, and what happened. It never gets easy or comfortable.
I should also ask about my sweet Colby's shark teeth. His permanent teeth are growing in - WAY in - before his baby ones are even that loose. My little T-Rex. I had my first two teeth pulled by the dentist. I think I was 7. My precious second son (I'm stealing him Heather. Him and little Wyatt), Jake Jones, just had his first two teeth pulled for the very same reason.
So, Dentist or bust today. I'll see if I can't schedule Cole's appointment for some other "can't miss" occasion. I'm good like that.
Today I don't want to go to the dentist. I wasn't able to get xrays and a full exam last appointment because I was pregnant with Carrie. Today, I can but I wish I couldn't. Which also means I get to explain to strangers WHY I'm there again, and what happened. It never gets easy or comfortable.
I should also ask about my sweet Colby's shark teeth. His permanent teeth are growing in - WAY in - before his baby ones are even that loose. My little T-Rex. I had my first two teeth pulled by the dentist. I think I was 7. My precious second son (I'm stealing him Heather. Him and little Wyatt), Jake Jones, just had his first two teeth pulled for the very same reason.
So, Dentist or bust today. I'll see if I can't schedule Cole's appointment for some other "can't miss" occasion. I'm good like that.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Add It To My List
I had another World's Worst Mother moment yesterday. I had to take Brad to the doctor in the morning. The way this clinic does their open hours "sick time", it is always a 2 hour experience. Super fun. Cole's been having issues chewing his skin around his nails, so I decided to take him with me to get a prescription to help him stop AND take care of Brad all in one trip. I was having a great mommy moment. I was taking care of business and taking names. PRO-DUC-TIVE!
It wasn't until I dropped him off at school - just before the 10am attendance count because I'm THAT good - did I realize what I did. I missed class pictures. His class has already taken their picture and he wasn't there. Absent from the yearbook - forever listed as "not photographed: Colby McDaniel." His FIRST grade year, in a town we might actually stay and he'll grow up with friends.... missing. There's several reasons I'm probably taking this so hard, but I'm really bummed that I did that. I'm sad in my effort to take care of too many things at once, I totally forgot his class picture day.
Don't worry, I made up for it today by waking up late, causing him to be late, which means eating lunch in the library vs the cafeteria with his friends, AND forgetting his backpack with his homework, which means missing p.e. class, the first class he's able to resume full activity from his knee injury. I'm positive I'm his favorite person in the world today. Ugh!
It wasn't until I dropped him off at school - just before the 10am attendance count because I'm THAT good - did I realize what I did. I missed class pictures. His class has already taken their picture and he wasn't there. Absent from the yearbook - forever listed as "not photographed: Colby McDaniel." His FIRST grade year, in a town we might actually stay and he'll grow up with friends.... missing. There's several reasons I'm probably taking this so hard, but I'm really bummed that I did that. I'm sad in my effort to take care of too many things at once, I totally forgot his class picture day.
Don't worry, I made up for it today by waking up late, causing him to be late, which means eating lunch in the library vs the cafeteria with his friends, AND forgetting his backpack with his homework, which means missing p.e. class, the first class he's able to resume full activity from his knee injury. I'm positive I'm his favorite person in the world today. Ugh!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wednesday Hodgepodge
My friend Erin always links up and does Joyce's Hodgepodge questions. Since I am at a loss to say anything that isn't sad and depressing, I will give Joyce's questions a shot. Thanks Joyce!
1. Would you rather talk to everyone at a crowded party for a short time or have a significant conversation with two people?
Umm... have a significant conversations with two people, and typically - it's with the same two people I arrived with. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm married to a social butterfly. The evening isn't complete until Keith has talked to EVERYONE and then makes the rounds again to say goodbye to everyone. I'm glad we have children that I can pretend occupy my time while I am doing some serious people watching. Taking it all in.
2. What objects do you remember from your parent's living room?
A large television. There's been several replacements, so brand isn't the issue. My Dad can't function without a television. He might be the very reason I can watch hours on end of tv and know all the TBS movies by heart. The tv and the same coffee table and end tables. The exact same. They don't look half bad either. We would leave cups and hot plates on it and the rings would always fade over time. My sister and I trashed that table and it still looks good. This is the point I make to Keith when he stresses over coasters.
3. Do you hog the bed? Steal the covers? Snore?
No, No, and Not always. Keith is a bed hog. He believes if his torso is on one side of the bed, he's not hogging it. I believe if you bend your body like a boomerang and take up 3/4ths of the bed, you ARE hogging it. I don't think I steal the covers, but I am not afraid to steal them back. This is usually by one violent tug jolting him awake. I'm really a pleasant person. Promise! I have found that when I am pregnant and close to 50 pounds over my typical weight (these days I should refer to it as my dream weight), I snore. I think it's a weight issue with me. I come from a long line of snorers and I'm afraid my day might be coming.
4. Speaking of Easter dinner....what is your favorite way to cook/eat lamb? Or does just the thought of that make you squeamish? If you're not cooking lamb what will be your entree du jour on Easter Sunday?
Is eating lamb an Easter tradition? I didn't know this. And, I've never cooked lamb and don't believe I'll start now. What will we be eating? I haven't planned that far out. I'm luck to plan 2 hours out.
5. Let's throw some politics into this week's mix-oooohhh...Do you know the whereabouts of your birth certificate and when was the last time you had to produce it to prove you're you?
My birth certificate is in our little safe in a top secret location I can not reveal so don't go peeping around my bedroom. The safe is so small it only holds our birth certificates, passports, and titles to our cars (ect....) The last time I used it was to get a passport before we moved to Korea. I have to show the boys all the time... sports, schools....
6. As a child, how did people describe you?
Who knows. I don't think I ever thought about it or cared then... or now. I was pretty thin and lanky. My parents would include smarta%$, strong willed, and expensive.
7. What do you complain about the most?
From my first two answers it would appear my husband. Humm..... I should work on that. Overall, I think I complain about things going wrong or things that have to get taken care of by a deadline. I don't like the pressure of a deadline.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
My cat is sitting by the computer chewing on a rubber band. She's weird. And it doesn't make the noise I would imagine a cat chewing a rubber band would make. Interesting.
1. Would you rather talk to everyone at a crowded party for a short time or have a significant conversation with two people?
Umm... have a significant conversations with two people, and typically - it's with the same two people I arrived with. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm married to a social butterfly. The evening isn't complete until Keith has talked to EVERYONE and then makes the rounds again to say goodbye to everyone. I'm glad we have children that I can pretend occupy my time while I am doing some serious people watching. Taking it all in.
2. What objects do you remember from your parent's living room?
A large television. There's been several replacements, so brand isn't the issue. My Dad can't function without a television. He might be the very reason I can watch hours on end of tv and know all the TBS movies by heart. The tv and the same coffee table and end tables. The exact same. They don't look half bad either. We would leave cups and hot plates on it and the rings would always fade over time. My sister and I trashed that table and it still looks good. This is the point I make to Keith when he stresses over coasters.
3. Do you hog the bed? Steal the covers? Snore?
No, No, and Not always. Keith is a bed hog. He believes if his torso is on one side of the bed, he's not hogging it. I believe if you bend your body like a boomerang and take up 3/4ths of the bed, you ARE hogging it. I don't think I steal the covers, but I am not afraid to steal them back. This is usually by one violent tug jolting him awake. I'm really a pleasant person. Promise! I have found that when I am pregnant and close to 50 pounds over my typical weight (these days I should refer to it as my dream weight), I snore. I think it's a weight issue with me. I come from a long line of snorers and I'm afraid my day might be coming.
4. Speaking of Easter dinner....what is your favorite way to cook/eat lamb? Or does just the thought of that make you squeamish? If you're not cooking lamb what will be your entree du jour on Easter Sunday?
Is eating lamb an Easter tradition? I didn't know this. And, I've never cooked lamb and don't believe I'll start now. What will we be eating? I haven't planned that far out. I'm luck to plan 2 hours out.
5. Let's throw some politics into this week's mix-oooohhh...Do you know the whereabouts of your birth certificate and when was the last time you had to produce it to prove you're you?
My birth certificate is in our little safe in a top secret location I can not reveal so don't go peeping around my bedroom. The safe is so small it only holds our birth certificates, passports, and titles to our cars (ect....) The last time I used it was to get a passport before we moved to Korea. I have to show the boys all the time... sports, schools....
6. As a child, how did people describe you?
Who knows. I don't think I ever thought about it or cared then... or now. I was pretty thin and lanky. My parents would include smarta%$, strong willed, and expensive.
7. What do you complain about the most?
From my first two answers it would appear my husband. Humm..... I should work on that. Overall, I think I complain about things going wrong or things that have to get taken care of by a deadline. I don't like the pressure of a deadline.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
My cat is sitting by the computer chewing on a rubber band. She's weird. And it doesn't make the noise I would imagine a cat chewing a rubber band would make. Interesting.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
My Baby
Last night we had a couple over for dinner. They are getting ready to move to Korea and had a few questions. Super nice people. They also had their 5 weeks old baby with them. The little girl was so precious. I was talking with the mom, asking her questions about how she's eating and sleeping... baby talk. Little did I know Cole was paying attention. He came over and whispered to me "mom, tell her about your baby."
I told him that she knows, but his words have played over and over in my head. I'm not sure of the exact reasons he said that, but I love him. I love him for wanting to share her. I love him for thinking about her. I love him for wanting to include me in the conversation. I love his little heart. Remind me to increase his allowance when he starts getting one.
I told him that she knows, but his words have played over and over in my head. I'm not sure of the exact reasons he said that, but I love him. I love him for wanting to share her. I love him for thinking about her. I love him for wanting to include me in the conversation. I love his little heart. Remind me to increase his allowance when he starts getting one.
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