Monday, June 30, 2008
"We're brother ladies!"
Last night, Andrew and Julia were playing a game and Andrew was playing on my Nintendo DS Mom asked him to please get out of the laundry basket. Andrew got out and Julia got in. Then she exclaimed, "Andrew,you can get in too!" "Then Andrew got in and then said,We're brother ladies!" So, as you know, Julia and Andrew are pretty weird.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
At the campsite
So,we get to the campsite and we're hugging our cousins and saying hi. Then we ran over to where Ryan was playing better batter baseball.Then we finally got him to play with us. Then I ask ,"where's Uncle Joe?"
Then he comes zooming up on a motor scooter!Then Olivia asks "Can I ride ?" " Sure" He says. So she gets on by herself! After she rides,I ask if I can ride. "Ask your parents." I ask them. They said yes. so I rode and it was awesome.The next day I kept taking Turns With Olivia. I also played with my cousins. It was awesome!
Then he comes zooming up on a motor scooter!Then Olivia asks "Can I ride ?" " Sure" He says. So she gets on by herself! After she rides,I ask if I can ride. "Ask your parents." I ask them. They said yes. so I rode and it was awesome.The next day I kept taking Turns With Olivia. I also played with my cousins. It was awesome!
Camping?
Gary and I love our home and have discovered that living here makes it very hard to go through all the prep work it takes to go camping. The searching, packing, dog kenneling, last minute trips to buy stuff we know we have but can't find and did I already mention packing? Once we leave and get there of course we have to run to the store to buy stuff we have but forgot. And let's not forget the unpacking and cleaning when we are back home. Camping used to be our way to get away from town and out into nature. Our current home is surrounded by nature. We have frogs, owls, birds, trees, a creek and the all important outside fire ring.
On our most recent trip a super muddy state park campground prompted a change of venue. As Gary and I were following everyones directions on how to get to our new location we joked that it was going to be one of those campsites we always spotted on our way to Chicago and questioned why you would ever stay there. Three hours later we pull up to a campground on the I80 corridor.
As I put Bella to sleep the first night she said, "Mom, what is that sound?"
"You mean the women cackling next door?" Our site was next to 8 women with a sign hanging that read "It's 5 O'clock somewhere."
"No, the other sound." I listened for a minute and promptly told her it was the interstate.
Gary told the kids they would probably learn some new words that night and he didn't want to hear them repeat any the next day. I am sure Bella sat with her eyes wide open and straining her ears to listen to the women. Although as loud as they were you really didn't have to strain.
As Gary and I went to bed (note, I didn't say sleep) we lay awake listening to the sound of drunk women, traffic and semi's jake breaking. What are we doing here? At home we are lulled to sleep by the sounds of 5 different species of frogs. The next night was more of the same with the addition of stock car racing near by.
As Andrew entertained himself by counting the planes flying overhead on their way to O'Hare airport Gary and I suddenly realized why we go camping now. It's purely social. It's to visit with friends and family and to let our kids play all weekend with other kids.
So, just a word to everyone we camp with. We really, really like you.
On our most recent trip a super muddy state park campground prompted a change of venue. As Gary and I were following everyones directions on how to get to our new location we joked that it was going to be one of those campsites we always spotted on our way to Chicago and questioned why you would ever stay there. Three hours later we pull up to a campground on the I80 corridor.
As I put Bella to sleep the first night she said, "Mom, what is that sound?"
"You mean the women cackling next door?" Our site was next to 8 women with a sign hanging that read "It's 5 O'clock somewhere."
"No, the other sound." I listened for a minute and promptly told her it was the interstate.
Gary told the kids they would probably learn some new words that night and he didn't want to hear them repeat any the next day. I am sure Bella sat with her eyes wide open and straining her ears to listen to the women. Although as loud as they were you really didn't have to strain.
As Gary and I went to bed (note, I didn't say sleep) we lay awake listening to the sound of drunk women, traffic and semi's jake breaking. What are we doing here? At home we are lulled to sleep by the sounds of 5 different species of frogs. The next night was more of the same with the addition of stock car racing near by.
As Andrew entertained himself by counting the planes flying overhead on their way to O'Hare airport Gary and I suddenly realized why we go camping now. It's purely social. It's to visit with friends and family and to let our kids play all weekend with other kids.
So, just a word to everyone we camp with. We really, really like you.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Just Another Night
"Mom, I can't find my pajamas!" This statement yelled by Andrew is about to set off a bizarre conversation. Sadly, these conversations are normal for our family.
"They are in your folded pile of laundry." I had done about 10 loads of laundry that day and I washed every dirty piece of clothing I could find. Don't let the number fool you, two months ago with my old washer it would have been 30 loads.
"What? They can't be in my pile because I only wore them one night!" You need a little background here. First, our kids wear their pajamas two nights in a row and then put them in the dirty pile. Second, Andrew is tied down to routine and beware the wrath if you disturb it. He is still ranting that he can't find them and has not yet looked in the clean stack of PJ's because he is in severe denial. I calmly walk over, pick them up and hand him his PJ's clean and nicely folded. Instead of thanks I get a rant.
"But Mom! They weren't supposed to be washed yet because I only wore them once." His face is so full of sorrow that I automatically start to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I just washed everything I..." At this point my mind begins to catch up to my mouth. "Wait a minute. Are you seriously yelling at me because I washed your clothes?"
Andrew just stomps into the bathroom to change and begins humming which means he is going to be a while. During this whole thing, Julia is telling me she needs help finding her PJ's and showering. I keep telling her just to wait until I'm done with Andrew and then I will help her.
Meanwhile Bella is calling Julia sweetie and telling her she will help her. As I listen to Andrew spray half a can of air freshener in the bathroom Julia gets a concerned look on her face. Julia approaches Bella like she is a coiled rattlesnake and says "Why are you being so nice to me Bella?" I burst out laughing as the girls head downstairs and Andrew opens the door of the bathroom and walks out in a fog of Apple Spice.
"Andrew, I'm already getting a headache from all the spray." This is an ongoing issue in our house.
"Well mom, I didn't spray the toilet seat this time." I once discovered the uncomfortable way that Andrew liked to spray the toilet seat. Walking around all day with your bottom smelling like apple spice is not pleasant.
I just smile and say, "Thanks Andrew, I appreciate that."
He smiles back (apparently going to the bathroom has improved his mood) and says, "Yeah, I know. It feels nice doesn't it."
At this point I just look at Gary who has been quietly working on his computer. "What did that mean and what just happened here?" Andrew not only got in the last word, he has also left me completely baffled. Sadly, baffled seems to have been my constant state of mind since having kids.
"They are in your folded pile of laundry." I had done about 10 loads of laundry that day and I washed every dirty piece of clothing I could find. Don't let the number fool you, two months ago with my old washer it would have been 30 loads.
"What? They can't be in my pile because I only wore them one night!" You need a little background here. First, our kids wear their pajamas two nights in a row and then put them in the dirty pile. Second, Andrew is tied down to routine and beware the wrath if you disturb it. He is still ranting that he can't find them and has not yet looked in the clean stack of PJ's because he is in severe denial. I calmly walk over, pick them up and hand him his PJ's clean and nicely folded. Instead of thanks I get a rant.
"But Mom! They weren't supposed to be washed yet because I only wore them once." His face is so full of sorrow that I automatically start to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I just washed everything I..." At this point my mind begins to catch up to my mouth. "Wait a minute. Are you seriously yelling at me because I washed your clothes?"
Andrew just stomps into the bathroom to change and begins humming which means he is going to be a while. During this whole thing, Julia is telling me she needs help finding her PJ's and showering. I keep telling her just to wait until I'm done with Andrew and then I will help her.
Meanwhile Bella is calling Julia sweetie and telling her she will help her. As I listen to Andrew spray half a can of air freshener in the bathroom Julia gets a concerned look on her face. Julia approaches Bella like she is a coiled rattlesnake and says "Why are you being so nice to me Bella?" I burst out laughing as the girls head downstairs and Andrew opens the door of the bathroom and walks out in a fog of Apple Spice.
"Andrew, I'm already getting a headache from all the spray." This is an ongoing issue in our house.
"Well mom, I didn't spray the toilet seat this time." I once discovered the uncomfortable way that Andrew liked to spray the toilet seat. Walking around all day with your bottom smelling like apple spice is not pleasant.
I just smile and say, "Thanks Andrew, I appreciate that."
He smiles back (apparently going to the bathroom has improved his mood) and says, "Yeah, I know. It feels nice doesn't it."
At this point I just look at Gary who has been quietly working on his computer. "What did that mean and what just happened here?" Andrew not only got in the last word, he has also left me completely baffled. Sadly, baffled seems to have been my constant state of mind since having kids.
Monday, June 2, 2008
That's Gross
If you read my blog on my space you may remember how I related that Julia once got stuck in a public bathroom thus resulting in me sliding under the door with my head resting in God only knows what at the base of a toilet. Julia then crawled out leaving my in there by myself. I then took the hottest shower of my life. Well I have recently come to the conclusion that Julia is trying to kill me by exposing me to various forms of bacteria. She may just be an evil genius.
The other day Julia was playing a game with Patch where she throws a balloon in the air and he bumps it back to her. This game once kept us totally entertained for an hour during a power outage. For some reason she decided to change balloons and asked me to blow up an orange one. I was apparently not paying close enough attention to what she was doing.
As I am going light headed blowing up this balloon Julia says, "Mom, I let Patch pick out his own color and he picked orange! Do you know how I know he wants orange?"
With my face the color of a tomato I just shake my head no. "I put out all the colors we have and he licked the orange one! So I knew he wanted to play with orange!" Julia is very proud of herself and smiling like she just solved world peace. As I nod my head and smile around the balloon to show her how I am very proud of her it begins to dawn on me what she just said.
"Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that Patch licked the balloon that I just blew up?" I am being very careful not to let the balloon deflate as I tie a knot because I know she will want me to blow it up again.
She proudly nods her head and gives me the biggest smile she has. At this point I very carefully look at her eyes to see if there is any evil spark present. Flashes of the bathroom incident are bouncing around in my head and paranoia takes over as I imagine her carefully plotting out just how to introduce various forms of bacteria into my system. In the end I just laugh out loud and shake my head. What else can you do?
The other day Julia was playing a game with Patch where she throws a balloon in the air and he bumps it back to her. This game once kept us totally entertained for an hour during a power outage. For some reason she decided to change balloons and asked me to blow up an orange one. I was apparently not paying close enough attention to what she was doing.
As I am going light headed blowing up this balloon Julia says, "Mom, I let Patch pick out his own color and he picked orange! Do you know how I know he wants orange?"
With my face the color of a tomato I just shake my head no. "I put out all the colors we have and he licked the orange one! So I knew he wanted to play with orange!" Julia is very proud of herself and smiling like she just solved world peace. As I nod my head and smile around the balloon to show her how I am very proud of her it begins to dawn on me what she just said.
"Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that Patch licked the balloon that I just blew up?" I am being very careful not to let the balloon deflate as I tie a knot because I know she will want me to blow it up again.
She proudly nods her head and gives me the biggest smile she has. At this point I very carefully look at her eyes to see if there is any evil spark present. Flashes of the bathroom incident are bouncing around in my head and paranoia takes over as I imagine her carefully plotting out just how to introduce various forms of bacteria into my system. In the end I just laugh out loud and shake my head. What else can you do?
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