Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Tuesday Rambling

So, today I thought I would just ramble on since that is what I've been doing anyway.

It is the most beautiful spring-like day here. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, it is in the upper 70's, even in the house, but I refuse to turn the air conditioner on in February.

So, this morning while we were having breakfast, I was trying to decide if we should go to the playground before or after lunch when I looked up and my daughter (who I shall start calling "Sissy") pushed her chair backwards. It fell with her in the booster seat and scared the daylights out of both of us. I calmed her down, and didn't feel any knots or see any bruises that would show that she hit her head. I think the chair took the impact.

Since I am a nurse and spent nearly 10 years of my career in the Emergency Department, I am a complete idiot at home with my children. So, I called our doctor who is off on Tuesdays and whose office is about an hour away from our house. The nurse told me that another doctor in the office would be glad to see us there or that we could go to the Emergency Room. Neither option sounded very appealing. As I was talking to her, I noticed that Sissy was perking up and playing appropriately. Her pupils were normal, she was walking, climbing on the furniture and "talking" normally and so, instead of following the professional nurse's instructions, I called my friend who still works in the ER and told her all about it. While telling her all about it, I decided that I would watch her VERY closely for today. She is now eating, drinking, playing and acting completely normal.

Needless to say, though, the playground is out. I can only have one heart attack per day.

Our TV is broken. It has been broken since Friday. They came to fix it yesterday, but took a part out and kept it. They are going to deliver it tomorrow morning. Now, I don't know about all of you who may not have TV's or don't watch TV, but it has been a very interesting few days. We have had to be much more creative with finding things to do. I think I like it. I also think I'll be glad to get it back.

This weather we are having makes me want to plant flowers and stuff. I don't really know why, I don't really know anything about plants. I just want a pretty back yard, ala "Better Homes and Gardens".

Also, I want to remodel our kitchen/dining area. It has some very dated wallpaper. Bubba, (my son) looked at the green and off-white vertical striped wall the other day at lunch and said, "Look Mom, the wall is moving!" I said, "No, it just seems like it is because of the wall paper." He closed his eyes tight, shook his head and looked again. "See, I toll-ja. It's moving! Look!" Ever since then, it has gone to the top of the "To Do" list. Since I have no idea where to start, that is where it sits. At the top of the list, tied for first with "Plant flowers and bushes".

So, now it's time to say goodbye.... Y'all come back, now, ya hear?

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Blogging etiquette

etiquette. netiquette. schmetiquette.

Since I am so new to the blogging realm, I don't know what the proper thing to do is when you link to another's blog. Do you email them and say, "I love your blog, so I linked to yours"? or do you leave them a comment in one of their blog posts? or what?

All advice is welcome.

Feel free to comment one and all.


Knock. Knock. Knock..... Is this thing ON???!!!

Sick again?!?

Yesterday, I noticed that my son, (who I think I will start calling Bubba as a pseudonym) was not eating his lunch. He still wanted a cookie for dessert, but no amount of bribery was going to work for eating lunch. Since I wouldn't let him have a cookie until he finished his lunch, he came to me and cried, "YOU HURT MY FEELINGS!!!" and got the most pitiful frowny face I have ever seen, complete with the eyes shut tight and tears and everything. Of course, I felt like a big mean ogre, so to make myself feel better, I hugged him and picked him up. I noticed immediately that I began sweating. My poor baby had a fever of 101.6 under his arm. I know he felt crummy. Funny, I think he told me earlier that he was sick. I thought he was pretending.

I was just thinking the other day that I can actually have a conversation with him. When did that start? He was just a tiny baby only a minute ago. I can't believe how fast time has flown by since I had him. Or maybe, now I have a measure for time that I didn't before.

Today, he seems to be back to normal. No fever or any problems. We are staying home from church today anyway. I have a 24 hour rule.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Someone is secretly spying on me

I think there is a hidden camera in my house. I found this post and I know they can see me. I laughed about this for the longest, and since it has been a few days since I read it, I find myself doing it more and more. I can't help laughing. Otherwise I would cry.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

This is the test

I can not believe the bible promise verse for today. It is:

Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." Isaiah 30 : 21

I guess that the reason I can't believe it is because I have been struggling lately. I feel like I have so many things I would like to do/have/be/acheive that I can't quite figure out what to do.

My 3 year old and I memorize bible verses together. One of the bible verses that he knows is "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." I've been thinking about that alot. In other words, as Christians, we are called to witness to others. This blog is really a test, I think. I think it is a test of my ability to really "get out there" and do it.

So, I am listening for that voice behind me to tell me which is the way to walk next.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Here I am

OK, so I finally found a photo of myself that I can live with. (Don't tell anyone that it was taken a couple of kids and a few or so pounds ago.) Apparently, in order to have it in my profile I have to post it. I know that my blogging prowess is pretty skimpy, so just indulge me here and if you know any other way to get it into my profile, let me know.
What is a little bit frightening is a post I read about internet safety and how you shouldn't post pictures of you and your children because of the internet psychos will lift your pictures and put your face onto bodies of other people and make it look like porn or something. So, I immediately took my kids off of here. Maybe I'll post some pictures of them later, when I figure this out some more. My face? Well, I don't really look like that anymore, so if someone lifted it and made it look like porn, noone would know it was me since I don't really look like that anymore. And I would never pose for porn anyway. And everyone knows that. Or at least now they do.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

I admit it

OK, I'll admit that I am not a very good housekeeper. I really hate to clean the house. Not to mention that I am somewhat lazy, despite my attemts to emulate The Fly Lady who seems to be relentless in her pursuit of keeping hers and all of our houses shiny and spotless. Somehow I just cant make myself clean until I look at something and say, "Yep, this needs to be cleaned." I like to see results. While I really like her system of cleaning in order to never see dirt/dust again, I really just never could get into "swishing and swiping" the bathroom EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Anyway, this morning, while my dear husband was dressing for work, I was trying to catch just a few more minutes of sleep before starting my day. My 3 year old came in and ever so sweetly in his cute little good morning voice asked if he could use our bathroom. "Sure, buddy, go ahead.", my husband said.

I heard the light go on and the seat lift. "Daddy?"

"What, buddy?"

"Can you believe the mess in here?"

"No, I can't believe the mess in there."

I turn over and glare at my husband, all the while trying to remember what is so messy in there, as it really hasn't been all that long since I cleaned.

After a few moments of silence, my sweet husband says to me in his most innocent voice, "Can YOU believe the mess in there?"

Sometimes silence is enough, don't you think?

I guess I know what's on my agenda for today whether it looks dirty or not.

Monday, February 12, 2007

We've been sick.

Our little ones had some nasty virus/bug that is going around. My son had 103 fever for a couple of days and just felt miserable. I knew he was really sick when the 6PM news came on and he didn't move or complain. He just kept watching as if it were as entertaining as Sesame Street.

One night during his illness, he came into our room and woke me up to see if he could snuggle in our bed. Not wanting to get this illness myself, I took him back to his bed and explained that he would have to snuggle in his very own bed with his stuffed animals. He has a bear, tiger, Eeyore, monkey among many others. His teary response to me, "But there's no YOU in my bed!" Now how is it that I'm supposed to sleep after that?

While we were sick, we watched alot of TV. Every day he wants to know when "Lilo and Stitch, the SERIOUS" is coming on. I don't usually let him watch that though, because I think it is scary. What is that purple thing with the teeth anyway?

My son has started naming all of his stuffed animals. It started at Build-a-Bear. We had to name the frog he had just made for the "birth certificate". He came up with "Froggie-ozo Emma Frog". When we came home all of the other animals had to have a name too. We have "Curley" the rabbit, "Harry" the monkey, "Rocket" the dog and most recently we got a Valentine monkey from his great-grandparents he named "Bug-a-lindo". I cant wait to see what he comes up with next.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Hello! Is this thing on?

Why is it that when I start typing my entry that I feel like I'm talking to myself? Maybe I am talking to myself. Other people seem to just type their blogs as if they know I am reading it.

I have found so many blogs that are funny and inspiring. I never even knew what a blog was until a couple of weeks ago. Now I am a loyal reader of several. I always love to read Big Mama and Antique Mommy. Maybe it's because I am a Mom, somewhere near Big and Antique. I have literally laughed until I cried AND cried until I laughed at some of the posts on their blogs.

Maybe one day, I will be able to type out stories as eloquently as they do. I know you cant wait.