Thanksgiving was a Bust....But I am thankful.....

So happy Thanksgiving to everyone.....
I thought I would take a minute to tell you about mine, On Wednesday I was washing windows. The kitchen window is the dirtiest thing ever..... but it is so high that I always manage talking myself out of cleaning it. Well I was feeling ambitious. so I got up on the counter...balancing on the sink and cleaning that stupid window, When I was almost was finished when I lost My balance and tried to jump down. My pant leg got stuck on the drawer pull. And well as I am sure...you guessed it...I ate it. I hit my head on the fridge and landed on my hip. I blacked out for a bit, when I came too I saw Brodie standing over me in horror...Crying...Well screaming. Gracie got me the phone.....and well I ended up in the ER. Fun.....
So MOST of my thanksgiving.... I don't remember....The drugs were just too good. I am doing good now and recovering fine. Although I do have a large limp. I am so grateful that I did not break anything. So I guess I have lots to be thankful for......

Dear Santa....

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my own doctor's, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmas', since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt, in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother", because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in to dry off so you don't catch cold.Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM

P.S.

One more thing ...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

I'm Grateful.....

I’m grateful my children demand I talk to them when I don’t feel like talking, feed them when I’m not hungry, and change their diapers even when I’m all dressed up and ready to go somewhere special. I don’t think I’d discover the world outside my own needs without them.

I’m grateful my children haven’t learned how to hold back their tears when they’re sad, laughter when they’re happy, or screams when they’re frightened. They constantly remind me that emotions are for sharing.

I’m grateful my children have broken nearly everything in my home and used a crayon or ink marker on the rest. They’ve taught me that things aren’t important, but people are.

I’m grateful my children start out small and helpless so they don’t become aware of my incompetence until they’re teenagers. By then, we’ve both grown so accustomed to each other, we somehow manage to make it through the rest of life together.

I’m grateful my children get their pants dirty, pick their noses, burp without saying “excuse me,” and quarrel in public so I’ll never be able to get too arrogant, proper, or judgmental of other people’s children.

I’m grateful my children sometimes call me names like “weird” because sometimes I am “weird,” and it helps keep a person humble to be told they’re “weird” when they’re acting weird.

I’m grateful my children occasionally miss the bus at the precise moment I’ve stepped out of the shower, contemplating the well-planned, organized day ahead of me. Experiences like jumping into the car after throwing on whatever’s handy and racing to school have a tendency to loosen rigid plans into something better known as spontaneity.

I’m grateful my children always need new shoes, piano books, prescriptions, haircuts, fieldtrip money, tuition, food, toothpaste, and underwear. That way, I don’t have to waste my time thinking about a new sofa. It’s difficult to get wealthy and think about luxuries when you have to buy toilet paper and milk by the truckload each week.

I’m grateful my children know how to play. My five-year-old asked me to come downstairs so he could “teach me how to play” with his plastic animals. While Jacob demonstrated the subtle techniques for sinking a rhinoceros into couch cushions while pretending it was quicksand, I realized my young son was right. I really do need someone to “teach me how to play.”

I’m grateful my children question my every command and giggle when I get angry. It’s difficult to feel too powerful or self-righteous with kids around to remind you of how funny you look when you’re pointing your finger.

I’m grateful my children insist I hug, kiss, rock, or put my arms around them often. Otherwise, I think I’d forget how the sense of touch is so healing.

I’m grateful each of my children is unique when the same strange, inexperienced mother raised them. Somehow they don’t seem to let me ruin them much.

And lastly, I’m grateful for the gift of children in my life. God willing, I’d like to fill the rest of my days with those interesting people who call me Mom (yes, and sometimes “weird”) but eventually “weird grandma.”


from Families Who Laugh . . . Last by Janene Wolsey Baadsgaard

Large Marge

Since a large percentage of my family has no idea how to use a blog. I get all of my comments to my email address. But there is this thing called "comments" at the bottom of the paragraph....click on it and see what happens....:)

"Large Marge"

My Husband and I differ on what shows are OK for our kids to watch. A few weeks back I got home to find my kids watching "Pee-wees big adventure". (one of Mikes favorite shows when he was a kid ("10-12 year old KID) Now that he is a 30 year old KID)

I think it was the large Marge part that just about sent them over the edge. But maybe it did teach them a few things:

#1 Do not to hitch hike on the highway

#2 Not to ever ride with a scary trucker named large Marge

#3. That no bike is really worth all of that.....They are only like $25 at Walmart!

But that really wasn't the worst of it, Mike actually slow-mode the part to show the kids just how "real it - wasn't". It only looked worse to the 5-3-2 yr olds, or just enough to send everyone into shock.... crying, shaking and I was sure the nightmare's would come.

But this not really what I am writing this blog spot for. The main part of the story is the fact that I ran into the kitchen a few weeks ago, with screams of "the boy". Only to find Gracie holding him down and doing the Peewee tape thing.....Right across his eyes. Hannah had the tape across the nose like a pig and Gracie managed to tape her face a lot less then everyone else.(she know the effects of pulling off the tape when the fun has ended) After the hole roll of tape was used....Mommy got the fun of pulling the tape off and telling them....." you had SO much fun...dont you remember......." sometimes being a mom is fun.....:)

Socks #1 enemy...dispose of them all

As a mother of 4 I have learned so many things. I have learned what I love to do around the house and things I despise. The number one thing that I HATE doing is folding socks.

I have tried to figure out a solution to the madness. I have come to ONE Conclusion and that being..... that I had to throw away all my kids socks. Every single one....and YES I am throwing them away.(NOT EVEN THE DI ) Because then there is the chance that in a rush, a hurry, a moment of madness... that I will bust into the evil cursed bag of old socks and use a pair. Then the cycle starts again.

The problem is that you get 30 different types of socks....Old navy, Walmart, pink, blue purple, one with little floofy lace around it and so on. I would spend an hour or more trying to figure out which sock went with which. I Always ended up with a huge pile of socks that have no match. But I would always keep it just in case!

I tried the dots. 1 dot for Grace, 2 for Hannah....that does not work. I have tried "community socks".... which basically turned into first come first serve. My oldest would end up with socks that fit her to the ankle and Hannah would have the socks that she could pull up to thigh, and of course "the boy" would choose the Lacy ones. Then it would end up taking me another 15 Minutes

switching everyone socks around. So..... My solution.....throw them all away! DO NOT KEEP EVEN ONE!

I bought socks that have different color toes and heels. Pink for grace, purple for Hannah, grey for "the boy", and lite pink for Esther. This has worked rather well. For now at least..... Now I just make the kids pull out sock according to their color and they fold them.....and put them away.

So If you too are having the same problem I give you permission to just throw them away! I wish someone would have done the same for me a long time AGO!

So we thought we would try this blog thing. It would be really fun to get the whole family involed. This way we could keep everyone updated! We could post pictures! We should all try it.