I think my kids think that I have superpowers. Well not super exactly, but special abilities that they somehow do not possess. I am here to make it perfectly clear, my children, that these are not super powers. In fact, if you put forth any effort at all each and every member of my household can accomplish the said tasks with ease. (Okay maybe not the youngest member.)
Some of these tasks include...
1 - Changing out an old toilet paper roll for a new one. Amazingly enough, the packages of new toilet paper lay just a few feet from where the rolls sit. In a matter of seconds you too, my children, could change out the toilet paper roll.
2 - Pouring their cereal from a Costco size box. Now I realize this is a little more difficult, and occasionally there might be some spills, but unless you keep trying you will never master this skill.
3 - (Savannah) Wiping your own bum. You are 3 1/2 . It is time.
4 - Picking up towels after a bath/shower. Right now mom's super powers are a little weakened. Trust me when I say that it is easier for you to pick up anything on the floor than it is for me.
So what super powers do your kids think you have?
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Random Thoughts Thursday
I will be induced next Thursday so I'm just guessing that unless this little man comes earlier (which would be totally fine by me) there will be no random thoughts next Thursday. They took an ultra-sound last week and it said he was already seven pounds. Apparently later ultra-sounds are not as accurate. However the tech told me that while he might not weigh quite that much the measurement was coming out that big because his head was extra large. Fantastic.
Some people (my siblings) seem to think that they get a vote on this baby's name. Let me just explain. Everyone is Puerto Rico. You get to vote, but it doesn't count.
Since my induction date got moved up last week I've spent the week trying to get everything done I "need" to get done before the baby comes. Unfortunately, every day I remember new things.
Savannah has been telling her friend's parents that her baby brother is going to come out of my bum, just like her poop. I don't regret the family discussion we had, just that it has to be repeated to whoever happens to be around.
I am being slowly converted to a mini-van mom. I'll be honest every time I look at the van I cringe internally, knowing I am driving such a large vehicle. But whenever I am driving it, or buckling kids in, or shuttling them places I am loving it.
My sister-in-law just texted me to tell me my Girl Scout cookies are in the mail. My already decent day just got supremely better.
Some people (my siblings) seem to think that they get a vote on this baby's name. Let me just explain. Everyone is Puerto Rico. You get to vote, but it doesn't count.
Since my induction date got moved up last week I've spent the week trying to get everything done I "need" to get done before the baby comes. Unfortunately, every day I remember new things.
Savannah has been telling her friend's parents that her baby brother is going to come out of my bum, just like her poop. I don't regret the family discussion we had, just that it has to be repeated to whoever happens to be around.
I am being slowly converted to a mini-van mom. I'll be honest every time I look at the van I cringe internally, knowing I am driving such a large vehicle. But whenever I am driving it, or buckling kids in, or shuttling them places I am loving it.
My sister-in-law just texted me to tell me my Girl Scout cookies are in the mail. My already decent day just got supremely better.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Random Thoughts Thursday
We are now the proud owners of a mini van. After being scarred during college from my experience at a car dealership, I was terrified to deal with dealers, car salesmen or the number of random fees and taxes that I couldn't keep track of. It has been an odd experience because generally I'm not a person that is easily intimidated, but I really was in this case.Thankfully Russ handled everything from the shopping to the dealer to the barginning and now we have a pretty darn awesome car that we got at a great deal. Pictures forthcoming.
Now we just need to have this little boy and buy a house and my goals for the year are complete. My vote is after those two things happen I should get to take the rest of the year off..........Yeah. I know.
I just cut out some fabric to make some bigger blankets to swaddle the baby in. Does anyone else think the receiving blankets you buy in the store are too small? They work great to swaddle newborns, but after a month they don't fit the bill.
On the way to the car dealership this morning Savannah asked, "What are we going to put it [the car] in? It wont fit in a box or a bag." It was so cute how she was trying to figure it all out.
So far, America's Test Kitchen's 30 Minute Meals cookbook has been a roaring success. This week the adults all loved the Cream of Asparagus Soup, and everybody loved the Butternut Squash and Parmesan over ravioli. Abbie ate as much as Russ, which is a big deal. The Spaghetti Carbenara last week was loved by the adults, and I think would have been a bigger hit with the kids if we hadn't used whole wheat pasta. This is a great cookbook for when I don't have the time/energy to do a more elaborate meal. (Which is turning into all the time.)
Now we just need to have this little boy and buy a house and my goals for the year are complete. My vote is after those two things happen I should get to take the rest of the year off..........Yeah. I know.
I just cut out some fabric to make some bigger blankets to swaddle the baby in. Does anyone else think the receiving blankets you buy in the store are too small? They work great to swaddle newborns, but after a month they don't fit the bill.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Random Thoughts Thursday
Insert any rant you have heard/felt/thought by yourself/friends/sisters/sister-in-laws/co-workers/aunts about being nine months pregnant. It would probably describe how I'm feeling this morning.
I have watched the first two episodes of Downton Abby. While I almost never get on a TV show bandwagon, this is a great show. (I think the last series I watched in full was Gillmore Girls and by the time I got to it, it was in reruns on cable. I don't even really know if lots of people watched it or not.) Before you dismiss it, just think. This is a Masterpiece Theater show. PBS. And it is trendy. When has that ever happened?
I have a head cold that is keeping my nasal passages pretty well plugged. In a desperate attempt to clear them so I could get some sleep last night I boiled some water and sat over it with a towel over my head for ten minutes. It only helped my nose slightly, but my face felt so soft afterward. I would never have thought it would help my skin as much as it did.
My sister-in-law told me that the Girl Scout cookies that her daughters sell are going to be here in under a week. It is really sad how much I have thought about that wonderful piece of news since she told me.
Last night I did a library run to browse and get some books just for me. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember anything anyone has recommended in the last little while (bummer) so the quality of the results of the raid have yet to be determined.
I have watched the first two episodes of Downton Abby. While I almost never get on a TV show bandwagon, this is a great show. (I think the last series I watched in full was Gillmore Girls and by the time I got to it, it was in reruns on cable. I don't even really know if lots of people watched it or not.) Before you dismiss it, just think. This is a Masterpiece Theater show. PBS. And it is trendy. When has that ever happened?
I have a head cold that is keeping my nasal passages pretty well plugged. In a desperate attempt to clear them so I could get some sleep last night I boiled some water and sat over it with a towel over my head for ten minutes. It only helped my nose slightly, but my face felt so soft afterward. I would never have thought it would help my skin as much as it did.
My sister-in-law told me that the Girl Scout cookies that her daughters sell are going to be here in under a week. It is really sad how much I have thought about that wonderful piece of news since she told me.
Last night I did a library run to browse and get some books just for me. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember anything anyone has recommended in the last little while (bummer) so the quality of the results of the raid have yet to be determined.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Pink
Friday I got a call from Abbie's school. She had pink eye and was waiting in the front office for me to pick her up.
I was surprised. We've been dealing with colds all week but I hadn't seen anything wrong with her eyes when I had sent her to school a few hours earlier. So while I was extremely skeptical, I realized I didn't have much of a choice and began the 25 minute drive to pick her up. (We've kept her at her old school during our stay at my parents because 1- It is most likely we will be moving again before the school year is up and didn't think she would like that much transition 2 - Her teacher is AMAZING!) Meanwhile, I made an appointment with the doctor's office, just in case.
Upon arrival I met Abbie in the front office looked at her eyes and......saw nothing. I asked the secretary and showed her the lack of pinkness. She apologized and said that 25 minutes ago Abbie's eye had been incredibly pint.
"Was she rubbing it?"
"Yes."
"Sometimes when kids rub their eyes, they turn pink."
"Yeah."
Umm.....Yeah.
I was unwilling to repeat the nearly hour drive a few hours later and checked her out. (The office was very understanding.) I thought that Abbie would be excited to have an unexpected short day. Surprisingly, she complained about missing out, and kept asking why she had to leave early.
This morning as she was getting ready for school, she complained about having to go and how much she didn't like school (specifically writing). .
Once again, I can not win. Ever.
I was surprised. We've been dealing with colds all week but I hadn't seen anything wrong with her eyes when I had sent her to school a few hours earlier. So while I was extremely skeptical, I realized I didn't have much of a choice and began the 25 minute drive to pick her up. (We've kept her at her old school during our stay at my parents because 1- It is most likely we will be moving again before the school year is up and didn't think she would like that much transition 2 - Her teacher is AMAZING!) Meanwhile, I made an appointment with the doctor's office, just in case.
Upon arrival I met Abbie in the front office looked at her eyes and......saw nothing. I asked the secretary and showed her the lack of pinkness. She apologized and said that 25 minutes ago Abbie's eye had been incredibly pint.
"Was she rubbing it?"
"Yes."
"Sometimes when kids rub their eyes, they turn pink."
"Yeah."
Umm.....Yeah.
I was unwilling to repeat the nearly hour drive a few hours later and checked her out. (The office was very understanding.) I thought that Abbie would be excited to have an unexpected short day. Surprisingly, she complained about missing out, and kept asking why she had to leave early.
This morning as she was getting ready for school, she complained about having to go and how much she didn't like school (specifically writing). .
Once again, I can not win. Ever.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Random Thoughts Thursday
Last night we sold our car! Thank you ksl.com.
Also last night was the second night in a row that we've been up with Savannah and croup. The poor girl just sounds terrible. Thankfully it is more miserable for her than dangerous, but it still sounds so darn sad.
In order to get ready for the baby I have sewn a car seat canopy and a nursing shield. all. by. my. self. (No commenting on the fact that for the most part these items mostly consist of fabric squares that have been hemmed. I'll take my self-esteem where I can get it.)
Yesterday I was reminded once again how like my father I am. I started wondering where a very cute diaper bag a friend had given me had ended up. (Not that my father cares about cute bags. At all. In fact, I am confident he doesn't notice anything about bags except if they hold what you want them to hold, and how many pockets they have.) Like my father I hate the idea of it being lost.Also like my dad, rather than recognize that this is hardly something I need for another month, I started to devote my entire day to looking for it. I even went over to our storage unit and climbed around on furniture and boxes. After realizing I could really get myself stuck. I gave up. (I can't say my dad is that ridiculous, just that I am.) . Thankfully after one final attempt of looking around at my parents I found the box with the bag, right where it should have been (in the storage room) just not in the place it had thought. Sadly only then could I breathe easy. (Dumb bag.)
This week I started my weekly pre-delivery check-ups...We are getting closer!
Also last night was the second night in a row that we've been up with Savannah and croup. The poor girl just sounds terrible. Thankfully it is more miserable for her than dangerous, but it still sounds so darn sad.
In order to get ready for the baby I have sewn a car seat canopy and a nursing shield. all. by. my. self. (No commenting on the fact that for the most part these items mostly consist of fabric squares that have been hemmed. I'll take my self-esteem where I can get it.)
Yesterday I was reminded once again how like my father I am. I started wondering where a very cute diaper bag a friend had given me had ended up. (Not that my father cares about cute bags. At all. In fact, I am confident he doesn't notice anything about bags except if they hold what you want them to hold, and how many pockets they have.) Like my father I hate the idea of it being lost.Also like my dad, rather than recognize that this is hardly something I need for another month, I started to devote my entire day to looking for it. I even went over to our storage unit and climbed around on furniture and boxes. After realizing I could really get myself stuck. I gave up. (I can't say my dad is that ridiculous, just that I am.) . Thankfully after one final attempt of looking around at my parents I found the box with the bag, right where it should have been (in the storage room) just not in the place it had thought. Sadly only then could I breathe easy. (Dumb bag.)
This week I started my weekly pre-delivery check-ups...We are getting closer!
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