Filed under: vacation
I think the title says it all. Do you know how many freakin’ sharks there are off the coast of Panama City Beach? We were IN THE WATER this morning when we noticed several people out on their balconies pointing towards the same spot in the water. That’s all it took for me to walk on water with Princess and get the heck out of dodge.
There were FIVE large sharks in the water. We were about knee deep when I saw one swim by about 15 feet from us. I know that most of the time they are harmless, but come on. I ain’t swimming with them. Once we were up on the beach, we saw another one swim by in the same spot.
One of the rental guys jumped on a jet ski to go take a look (IDIOT) and I think he just pissed them all off because they were swimming fast up and down the beach. It was kind of funny to watch him slow down near a lady who was still clueless and then to watch her fly through the water to get to dry land. I’m sure that’s about how I looked.
They are still some swimming around out there – we can see them from the balcony. And a tour helicopter just flew around circles over the water where there were a few sharks swimming.
Where are the dolphins? I miss the dolphins.
Later today, we’re taking Speedy to ride go-carts around a really cool track. He’s going to be thrilled. We ate a “pirate ship” restaurant last night where he and Princess both got pirate hats and had a great time.
While Speedy and I were in the pool, I was floating on a tube and he had his floaties on. He said, “i just want these off,” and I told him he had to leave the floaties on. I didn’t, however, say anything about his bathing suit which is was he was obviously talking about. Seconds after saying that, he proudly presented his swim trunks to me as he free-balled it through the water. (pardon the pun) Thankfully, no one was around so I quickly got his swim trunks back on him but I realized too late that I had both legs through one hole on the inside part.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching (there still wasn’t anyone in that pool) I quickly brought Speedy to the steps where I removed his trunks and them put them back on the right way. Now I’m wondering, which is worse? The 3 year old who really doesn’t know any better removing his suit or his 33 year old mom who does know better.
On a different topic, you know that kid who’s always peeing in the kiddie pool? I mean, most kids do that, but I’m talking about the one who whips it right out and pees in front of God and everyone right into the water and anyone who happens to get in the way. Geez, I sure wish his parents would teach him to not pee in public. While they’re at it, they could also teach him to not pee in the shower.
You guessed it. The kid pulling his trunks down just enough to let Mr. Winkie out so he could pee in the pool right in the FREAKING MIDDLE of it, that’s my kid. Good ole Speedy. So let me tell you a thing or two about this kids parents. They were mortified when he peed in the pool where everyone could see. I mean, at least be a little discreet, you know what I mean? 
But seriously, I’m dying and I’m also doing everything I can to not crack up laughing and pee on myself in the process. I grab Speedy and carry him out of the kiddie pool and we go up for the night. (it was time, anyway) All the way up, I give Speedy a crash course on why it isn’t okay to pee in the pool and why if he is going to have an accident he should at the very least KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS!
He knew he needed to pee. We were right there. He knew enough ahead of time that he had plenty of time to whip it out. So why in the world couldn’t he have gone to the restroom that was only about 20 feet away?
So you want to know something else about the kid’s who pees in the pool parents? They secretly think it is hysterical that their three year old did that and the hope your all-too-perfect-would-never-do-that-kid got in the direct path of his stream.
You know that kid in the pool who’s always peeing in the water?
Filed under: vacation
The day started with a bang, watching the dolphins as we had our breakfast. Then we headed down to the beach where we found the water nice and warm and very calm. Speedy and Princess both wore their lifejackets and thank God for whoever invented them because they both would have drowned without them.
Those kids are FEARLESS! Speedy takes off and jumps into the surf and giggles like a fool as the waves crash over him. Princess took a little more convincing but once she got used to it, she was almost asleep floating on the waves. I taught her a new word today, “Chillin’” !!!! That’s what she said when she and I got in a tube and floated around the lazy river. I assumed the typical tube formation (but through center) and she leaned against my legs and looked like a Diva with her leopard swimsuit and floppy hat.
We started at the beach, then went to the pool and then Princess crashed. She and Daddyo headed up while Speedy and I went to investigate the other swimming pools.
Speaking of, did you know that Speedy can swim? Yeah, I didn’t know it either but evidently he can. Sort of. Unfortunately, he can’t swim enough to get his face out of the water, but he can get from point A to point B easily enough. He got in major trouble twice today for attempting to make that swim without waiting for mommy or daddy to say we were ready for him to go. I’m glad he does so well, but I wish he were at least a little afraid. Of anything.
After lunch everyone napped a bit and then Princess and I went down to the lazy river and splash pad while Daddyo and Speedy went to get a few floats. We all met up in the lazy river and played for another hour or two before calling it a day.
Here it is only 4:30pm and I think we’re probably done for the day. Maybe a walk on the beach after dinner since Princess is taking her SECOND nap of the day now. She’s got it made if you think about it. She wakes up, eats, plays in the water and then starts the routine all over again!
The balcony on our condo is huge and we’ve been eating all our meals out there watching the sharks. Yes, I said sharks. There are 4 or so who hang out around this area of the beach. Nice, huh? How sad is it that daddyo comes running in here all excited telling me to look out the window – “look at that shark, he’s only about 10 feet away from those people right there!” Now, if he were alarmed when he said this, it would be one thing. But he’s not. He’s thrilled. I’m not so thrilled to think sharks may be swimming 10 feet away from me or my kids. Needless to say, we don’t go out very far.
Finally, Speedy is learning so much on this trip. He’s learning about swimming, about fish, about sharks and about peeing in the shower. Yep, he and daddyo were in the big shower getting all the sand off of them and this is the conversation I overheard:
Daddyo: Speedy! DO NOT pee on me. If you’re gonna pee in the shower, pee down the drain!
Speedy: Sorry, daddy. I’ll pee down the drain.
long pause
Speedy: DADDY! DO NOT fart in the shower! It’s stinky!
later this afternoon.
Me: Speedy, go pee pee on the potty and then come back and play.
Speedy: Sure, mom. Okay, mom.
walks into the bathroom
Speedy (to himself): I’m just going to pee pee down the drain in the shower.
Me: SPEEDY! DO NOT pee in the shower! Go to the potty.
We’re having a blast.
Filed under: Uncategorized
So we decided to bring the laptop afterall, with strict rules about not checking emails. It’s come in handy already to look up places to eat, etc…
The trip over went very smoothly – we had a nice visit with family in Louisiana and we spent the night in Slidell, La. All four of us in one room and it worked out okay. We thought the kids would crash in the car when we left our relatives’ house, but they BOTH stayed awake until 9pm! Woke up when we got to the hotel but went right back to sleep, for the most part.
The funniest thing so far is Speedy’s enthusiasm. I think he likes being on vacation. When we crossed the state line into Florida, Daddyo said, “woooppeeee! We’re in Florida now” and Speedy went nuts in the back seat. “It’s so fun! It’s so fun! It’s so fun! It’s so fun!” I caught part of it on video with my cell phone, I’ll have to post it later.
This morning, we woke up at 6:30am and headed out on the balcony for breakfast. We got to watch dolphins frolicking in the water while we had breakfast.
We’re off to a great start.
Filed under: Photos
Okay, I’m just playing catch up with photos as I’m clearing my camera for our trip!
More painting in the Ebenezer household:
I couldn’t resist taking this picture. These are two of the adorable bathing suits I picked up for Princess! Aren’t they cute?
I painted Princess’ toes and Speedy wanted his done, too!
Filed under: Child Advocates
Stella: through tears, “I just want them to know that I’ve changed. I’ve really changed this time. I know I was bad before but I’m not bad anymore. If they could just give me a second chance to show them. I want to go home. I want to be with my family. If they don’t give me a second chance I understand. I just want them to know I’m different now.”
Can you imagine being 15 and knowing that your family doesn’t want you because you’re “bad”?
As I was leaving today, Stella asked me how she could catch up at school. (she is one year behind) I told her to work hard and make A’s and B’s (she is incredibly capable of doing straight A’s) and then we could talk to her counselor at school. I suggested maybe summer school. She said she couldn’t afford to pay for summer school. (does summer school actually cost money?) I just smiled and told her that if she made the grades and decided she wanted to go to summer school to catch up that we would find a way to make it happen.
Stella moved to a new foster home last week and new foster mom didn’t have any information about medication. No meds, no prescriptions, no nothing. No evals so Stella could see the therapist or the doctor who might be able to prescribe appropriate medication. Case worker left Friday for vacation and isn’t returning until next week. Stella didn’t have enough clothes for school that starts on Monday. Stella wanted to see her bio family this weekend (which is allowed) but foster mom wouldn’t set it up because she doesn’t want bio family to have her contact information. Stella’s aunt was going to buy her shoes for school.
Enter Child Advocates.
Stella now has clothes for school (thanks, again, mom) and she will be spending the weekend with her aunt who will buy her shoes and get her hair done. All necessary records have been sent to appropriate persons so Stella was able to see the therapist and will also see the doctor this week.
Have you signed up to become a Child Advocate yet?
Filed under: Day after day
Here’s the forecast for our vacation:
Sat
Aug 25 Scattered T-Storms
89°/76° 30%
4 Fair
Sun
Aug 26 Scattered T-Storms
90°/76° 40%
4 Fair
Watch for Lightning
Mon
Aug 27 Scattered T-Storms
89°/76° 40%
4 Fair
Tue
Aug 28 Scattered T-Storms
89°/76° 40%
4 Fair
Wed
Aug 29 Scattered T-Storms
88°/75° 40%
4 Fair
Watch for Lightning
Thu
Aug 30 Scattered T-Storms
89°/75° 40%
4 Fair
Fri
Aug 31 Scattered T-Storms
90°/76° 60%
4 Fair
Sat
Sep 1 Scattered T-Storms
89°/75° 60%
4 Fair
Watch for
Filed under: Speedy
This morning after speedy had been awake about an hour, I said, “Guess what? Only 2 more sleeps until we go to FLORIDA!!!” His response? “Mommy, I want to go sleep right now.” LOL Never thought I’d hear that one.
Unfortunately, he is sound asleep right now. He was up early this morning so he was tired, but I put him in bed at 1pm and he never moved. Now I’m hoping he wasn’t thinking that if he went to sleep this would count as one of his two remaining “sleeps” before we leave for Florida. Poor kid!
As we get closer and closer to vacation, I can hardly wait to get on the road. I originally planned to bring my laptop so I could share pictures and journal the trip but I think I’m going to skip that. It’s been a long time since I’ve really “unplugged” so I think i’ll leave the laptop here. I have to take my cell phone, obviously, but I think we’ll leave the computer.
That’s not to say that I won’t accidentally stop in an internet cafe and make an update or two. I just want to be able to avoid email.
Right now, speedy is having “rest time”. I can hear him jumping off of his bed over and over agian. I’m sure he’ll be nice and rested when “rest time” is over.
Filed under: Child Advocates
Do you remember what it was like when you were in school and you did your back to school shopping? The fun of picking out new clothes and school supplies. The anticipation of the new school year. It’s been a long, long, loooong time since I’ve felt that way but I can remember even the first few years after college feeling that same sense of anticipation in the early fall.
Imagine that anticipation feeling more like dread and anxiety. Not worried about the school or the classes, but concerned because you don’t have enough clothes that fit to get you through a week. Worried because there is no one to buy those things for you. Sure, you get a measely clothing allowance from CPS and your foster mom gets so much money a month for your care, but still. When the clothing allowance is gone and your foster mom hasn’t yet received her check or its for the wrong amount or for whatever reason…..you’re the one left with less than what you need for school.
It’s not hard to understand how you could be without clothes. Even if you had enough a few months ago, you’ve lived in 5 different places in the last 6 months – you’re bound to leave things behind when you go from one place to another. And although you’re about to start a new school in a new place you know you shouldn’t get comfortable there because you won’t be there long. Your case worker is already talking about moving you again for reasons you don’t understand.
Most kids are worried about whether or not their jeans are cool enough; you’re worried about whether or not you’ll get the extra pairs you need.
Most kids are worried about how their shirts fit them; you wonder if you’ll have to wear the same ones every three days.
Most kids have plenty of underwear to get them through the week; you hope your foster mom stays on top of the laundry.
The saddest part of it all? This is not a new feeling for Stella. This has always been her life.
I’m going to start by saying that I will definitely not be winning the mother of the year award for some of my responses:
Speedy: Do you know baby Moses?
Me: Yes
Speedy: Baby Moses died on the cross
Me: No, remember it was Jesus who died on the cross….and was he a baby when that happened?
Speedy: No, he a biiiiiiig man…like daddy
Me: yes. Do you remember why Jesus died on the cross?
Speedy: yes
Me: why?
silence.
Me: So we could go to …………
Speedy: FLORIDA!!!!!
During “rest time”
Me: Speedy, are you obeying mommy?
Speedy: No
Me: What are you supposed to be doing?
Speedy: Stay in bed
Me: And do you know why? (wanting him to answer because I need to obey mommy)
Speedy: Da Lawd said “STAY IN BED!”
Me: who said what?
Speedy: DA LAWD!
In the bathtub tonight…..i was REALLY tired people. REALLY TIRED. And I must first explain that my nephew calls his testicals peanuts. So that’s kinda what I was thinking about.
As Princess pinches Speedy’s wee wee (guess they shouldn’t be bathing together much longer….)
Speedy: NOOOOO! I need PRIVACY, sissy!
Princess: noooooooo Emm maahhh
Speedy: Mommy, is this my shell for my wee wee? (pointing to his uncirc’ed wee wee)
Me: yes. It’s time to wash your hair now.
Speedy: And is this my real wee wee? (figure it out)
Me: yes. okay, let’s lean back and get your hair all wet….(can you tell I was in a hurry?)
Speedy: What are these? (pointing to his testicals)
Me: (without thinking) Those are your nuts, now please lay back so we can wash your hair.
Speedy: (giggling) My NUTS?
Me: What? Oh, no. Peanuts. They’re called PEAnuts.
Speedy: No, mommy. These are my nuts. My BIIIIIIIIG nuts.
Awwww, nuts.
Princess: wah wah
Me: we’ll be home soon, Princess
Princess: WAH WAH, momma!
Me: when we get home I’ll get your wah wah
Princess: Tank you momma
Me: you’re welcome, princess
a total of thirty seconds goes by
Princess: wah wah
Me: we’ll be home soon, Princess
Princess: WAH WAH, momma!
Me: when we get home I’ll get your wah wah
Princess: Tank you momma
Me: you’re welcome, princess
In Academy the other day…
Princess: Tweeet Tweeet Tweeet Tweeet!!!!!
Me: yes, Princess, a bird says tweet tweet.
Princees, pointing: TWEET TWEET! TWEET TWEET!
Me: oh. yes, there is a tweet tweet over there. What does a bird say, Princess?
Princess: neee oowwww
I give up.
For those of you keeping up with the poop, I cleaned poop off of the floor today for the first time in a really long time. sigh.
Well, we went to Target today and bought 3 big bins to pack all our stuff for the beach. Since we’ll be traveling in daddyo’s truck, we figured that would be easier than suitcases. 
I’ve already filled two of them and haven’t put any clothes in except for bathing suits. But we aren’t planning to take many clothes anyway – who needs clothes at the beach? :O
By the way, please pray for a special friend of mine who is today at 7:30am going in for the first major step in an IVF treatment. For those of you who are not from the land of the infertile, she and her husband are trying invitro fertilization. I don’t even know if I spelled that right. Geez, how things change. Anyway, just pray, will ya?
Also, LindaL, how the heck are you? I can’t find your email address anywhere. 
Filed under: Day after day
Yes, I’m alive and well in the San Francisco Bay area. I’ve been here two nights and I fly home tomorrow, hopefully. The weather is pretty nasty at home right now so I’m hoping I won’t have a problem getting back.
Meantime, stupid hurricaine Dean is attempting to ruin my vacation. Expected landfall is WEd evening and we leave Friday for vacation. Is it wrong to pray it goes to Mexico or just far enough west of us to not interrupt my travel plans?
I’ve really enjoyed my time here but it is the same as the last time I came. First two nights are glorious but by the third night I am really missing my babies and ready to get home. The center of my chest has a little ache in it.
Filed under: Uncategorized
Last night.
7pm. Speedy is tucked in for the night, or so we thought.
8:30pm Speedy is crying and fussing quite a bit so we go in there and comfort him, talk about his “scawy dweam” and leave him to go back to sleep.
8:45pm Speedy is screaming and crying again so I lay down with him and he just can’t get comfortable. Finally seems to settle so I leave again.
9pm Speedy is using his blood-curtling scream voice and it finally dawns on me to ask if anything hurts. He says his ear hurts so we give him a double dose of Benadryl and some ibuprofen and ear drops. He dozes off again.
10pm Speedy is screaming again. Daddyo sets up the trundle bed and goes to sleep in there with him, he finally settles back down.
10:30, I hear Speedy crying again but he settles back down pretty quick.
11:30pm and now daddyo is getting frustrated with the crying and screaming and is fussing at Speedy to lay down and be quiet. I’m laying in bed fuming because Speedy is hurting and obviously fussing at him isn’t going to make him feel any better.
12am, Speedy is fussing again and screaming and daddyo is fussing and I can’t take it anymore. I go get Speedy and take him into the den and we snuggle into the big rocking chair and he still can’t settle down so I turn a movie on and he starts watching and forgets about his ear.
12:30am, Speedy starts to doze off again but turns his head on the achy ear and screams. I take him back to daddyo and dig around to find matching pajamas. (why it was important to me for him to have cute and matching pjs in the middle of the night I have no idea.)
1am, I load Speedy in the van and take him to the ER. I figure if we’re going to be up all night anyway, we may as well be in the ER so we can go ahead and start on an antibiotic.
1:45am, wonderful ER doctor looks at Speedy’s ears and confirms infection but says it really doesn’t look that terrible. Gives pain meds and antibiotics. Nurse comes in and gives Speedy the meds and tells him beforehand that it doesn’t taste very good and asks if he can be tough and drink it anyway. Speedy downs the medicine like it is liquid sugar and thoroughly impresses the nurse. She gives him a lolly pop and tells him he’s as tough as Spiderman and he grins from ear to ear.
2:15am we drop the prescriptions off at pharmacy and run back to the house because I forgot my wallet.
2:45am meds are ready and I give Speedy the first dose and we drive for about 20 minutes, hoping that he’ll fall asleep as the pain meds start to kick in.
3:00am I call the pharmacist and ask her to double check the dosage because it seems way too much. She confirms it isn’t right and calls back with the right amount a few minutes later.
3:15am I carry an awake Speedy to bed and tuck him in.
3:30am I crash.
7am Speedy starts to wake up and daddyo goes in there as Speedy is shouting, “IT’S WAKE UP TIME! LOOK AT THE CLOCK! LOOK! IT’S AT THE RED SPOT ITS TIME TO WAKE UP!” (i made a clock for his room so he can tell when it is okay to get out of bed in the morning)
9am I get out of bed and send daddyo and Princess off to church.
I count the minutes until nap time.
Thank you God for wonderful ER doctors and nurses and for wonderful medicine.
They just grow so darn fast. It doesn’t seem right. We finally got around to taking Emma’s 18 month pictures yesterday – only one of each of them but they turned out really cute.
and the Nathan:
Are they cute or what?
Wow. I expected to have “the talk” when my kids got older but I never expected to be on the receiving end of “the talk” much sooner.
That’s exactly where daddyo and I found ourselves this morning after Speedy’s Sunday School class. Only “the talk” wasn’t the one you might have initially thought of. Daddyo was stopping to pick up Speedy and I was walking away to go get Princess when I noticed Speedy’s teacher stepped out side and started to talk to Daddyo. Uh-Oh. I walked back over and tried to quiet the mama bear in me and listen objectively to what he had to say.
I know this may come as a shock to you but Speedy has a very difficult time sitting still and quiet for storytime. *GASP! He likes to get up out of his seat and play and disrupt the whole “congregation” in children’s church. Let’s see, I think the words used were, “Speedy can be a little rambunctious and we just wanted to make you aware…..and we’re going to try……..and need you to reinforce at home………” Then the lady who tells the stories in children’s church stepped out and added her two cents about Speedy and offered up a couple of solutions. I tried not to laugh because I honestly don’t think having kindergarden girls sit on either side of him is going to make one bit of difference. If anything, I think it will egg him on and he’ll have those girls in stitches before the story is over. But hey, if they’re willing to try it – I say good for them, maybe it will surprise me and work afterall. She did tell me to remind Speedy that story time is for sititng and listening and singing time is for singing….. DANG, you mean I shouldn’t be telling him to run around and act a fool during children’s church?
I know. She’s only doing her job and they were both very kind in their approach. There isn’t a way they could have said what needed to be said without stirring the mama bear in me. I mean, Speedy is perfect. Sure, he’s got a LOT of enthusiasm for life but he’s so adorable and so smart that his enthusiasm is contagious, not annoying. UGH. My first instinct is to quit my adult SS class and start working in Speedy’s class so I can manage his behavior but that really wouldn’t solve anything. I mean, I can’t go to every class with him for the rest of his life. I’d much rather him learn this lesson now than when he’s in first grade.
And then I wonder if he is even capable of sitting still for ten minutes and listening to a story. But he can sit longer than that and watch television. Or play with the same toy for that long. So I think he is capable, I think he’s just smart enough to know that his teachers aren’t going to do much of anything except make him sit back down. I just don’t know. I offered to go in and sit in the back and when he starts to be disruptive to take him out of children’s worship myself. But she wants to try the girls and the kindergarden thing first. She did also say that he may just need to go back to the nursery for 6 more months or so but that isn’t sitting well with me. I want to help him learn how to behave appropriately in that situation, not just pass him on to someone else where he won’t be expected to behave.
The only two ideas I have for handling this are A) Find a “Mable”. Get someone I know and trust but not someone I hang out with regularly to watch Speedy during our Sunday School hour. Someone who will be mean and nasty. Not really nasty, but someone who will not laugh at him or let him have any fun at all. Not make him cry or anything, but definitely not play with him. Then, his options are to behave in children’s church or sit with “Mable” because Mommy and Daddy are going to go to Sunday School. B) Go to his service and sit in the back where he can’t see us and when he becomes disruptive take him out and spank him.
Ugh. I am not even sure either of those will work. He can’t continue to disrupt everyone. I think today must have been especially bad because the teacher said that there were a few “rambunctious” kids this morning and that Speedy kind of fed off of them. I know Speedy is a leader – I can see it already in his play time. He’s a little instigator and I can only imagine that if there are a few other kids who are borderline “rambunctious” (i think that’s a nice way of saying OUT OF CONTROL) that he will have them going in no time.
My sweet little Speedy. I’m afraid you are getting close to being kicked out of children’s church. But don’t worry, mommy will always love you and will always think you are absolutely perfect. If you do get booted out, mommy will wrap the teacher’s house with toilet paper.
Dear Princess, please don’t be “rambunctious” in Sunday School.
Filed under: dieting
Make sure you are sitting down before you read any further.
I mean it. Sit down. Some of you who know me IRL should probably even lay down before you hear the following news.
I’ve been doing really well with my diet so I decided to take it to the next level.
Exercise. I know. It’s a nasty word but I have to say it. I joined a gym. *GASP!
I’m going this morning for my first workout in I don’t know, 7 years? I’m a little nervous. Someone is supposed to work with me for a little while this morning to show me which machines I should use and for how long. There’s a room off to the side where the kids can play and there is a babysitter in there with them. What I like about this place is that on every cardio machine there is a tv and you can put the channel on the kids’ room so you can keep an eye on the kids while you work out. There is also one monitor in the middle so you can watch while you do other stuff, too.
I’m hoping that knowing the kids can play while I workout will be motivation enough to get me there several times a week. It’s a break for me and they’ll have fun, too.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
EDITED to add:
The guy showing me what to do and how to do it was really nice. The kids did a great job and were the only ones in there at the time. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow.
but when I wake up tomorrow i may feel differently.
Why do I care so much about what Princess’ napmat looks like for school? I went to FOUR fabric stores and three boutiques before I found fabric that I liked. I decided to make it myself because the ones at the boutiques were so expensive – four hours later I’m not so sure that was the best idea. Though really I only worked on it for 3 hours – one of those hours was spent trying to figure out how to rethread the stinkin’ bobbin. Anyway…..
I’m not finished yet but all I have left is the velcro for closing it and the little pillow. Oh, and one more handle. Oh, and the carrying strap if I decide to make one. It’s 1:30am – who wants to bet that Speedy will be up at 5:30 instead of his usual 7 since I’m up so late?
-13
Filed under: Day after day
what to do with those left over noodles you don’t use in your spaghetti? Tonight, our left over noodles were fettucine and Speedy had a blast with them. After dinner, I put the leftover noodles in a big bowl and put just a touch of oil in with them so they wouldn’t be sticky. He had fun putting his hands in them and playing. Then I thought it would be fun to add some color so I gave him a box of jello mix and he poured it in and stirred it all up with his hands. Then he wanted me to taste it. Our rule at dinner is that he has to taste everything but doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t like it. I had to follow my own rule. And I spit it out just like he normally does. Before it was all over he added some of his milk and then we added sprinkles to the whole concoction. I finally noticed he kept giving his sister noodles and she seemed to think they were quite tastey. It was one big sticky mess but the kids had a ball. And I got the dishes done.
Filed under: Uncategorized
When I read stories like this it makes me want to fight to make hanging legal again.
Filed under: Speedy
Why am I awake? I so understand Speedy’s reluctance to go to sleep. He’ll fight it to the last minute and sometimes I do the same thing – I think I just really prefer to be awake at night. Or maybe now it’s because the house is soooooo quiet right now. Who knows.
Tomorrow is the first day of August. Only twenty-five more days until our vacation and mentally I’m already halfway there. I try not to live for what is to come and instead live for what is here, but that’s hard when you’re looking forward to a vacation. I just keep thinking if I can hang on until then….ha ha ha
I’ve often written about Speedy’s michevious behavior so I feel the need to tell you how wonderful he’s been lately. He has calmed down so much and is listening better and getting better at following directions. Someone please remind me of this after gymnastics tomorrow. He’s even been really sweet with Emma Grace.
I’m sure that I’ve just completely jinxed myself. Crap. Wonder what’s going to happen tomorrow.
By the way, I feel like my posts have gotten so boring and watered down lately. I really just don’t have much to say. I think it may be time for another round of Q & A. That is, if anyone is still actually reading.
