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We attempted to have a bit of the birds and the bees talk with Josh the night before school started. Josh has the habit of coming and seeing us several times AFTER he’s gone to bed, so we waited until the first time he came in to launch the discussion. We talked a bit about body changes and staying away from bad magazines (I’m trying to stay away from using any words like p – o – r – n so I don’t get a bunch of wierdos finding my blog). I tried to talk about more, but Josh couldn’t get out of our room fast enough.
So, yesterday I was looking at science books in the kids’ section at the library, and found a book about this subject called It’s So Amazing! Holy cow, it makes me cringe to think my kid needs to know this. But really, they do it in a very matter of fact way that he’s completely ready for. He’s read my pregnancy books so he knows a lot of this stuff already, but probably not the mechanics. I guess we can sit down and I’ll read it with him, or I can just give him the book and let him peruse on his own. Although I think that’s chickening out. Very tempting though. 😉
Either way, I’m thinking I’ll do it tonight when he comes to see me. I think maybe, if we make his nightly visits embarrassing enough, he might decide to stay in bed after the lights go out.
In GMail there are sponsored links – they direct you to sites that sell things you may be interested in. They are supposed to correspond with what you’re reading in your email… for example, if I’m reading an email about the kids’ new pet octopus, a site named “squids-r-us.com” might pop up. Guess what site was at the top of my gmail tonight?
RedRiderLegLamps.com – It’s a Major Award Red Rider Leg Lamps
I don’t know what was in my email that tripped to bot to make it think I’d desire such an item. But apparently the cries from the masses have been heard and wishes are being fulfilled with these things. So now YOU TOO can have your very own sexy leg lamp to put in your front room window.
P.S. I just looked again and Tracey mentioned the movie A Christmas Story in her response about Sammy’s tongue, so there you go. It wasn’t so completely out of left field, but in my sleep-deprived state I thought it was funny.
This morning Mark had a 3 on 3 basketball tournament for work. But before that, the kids’ good behavior earned enough marbles to buy us a trip to IHOP for breakfast. The kids all wanted hot chocolate for their drink. The waitress put them in big takeout cups with whipped cream so they’d cool down faster. As she was passing them out I said, “Be careful – they’re REALLY hot.” Sammy immediately picked up his cup and took a big gulp, and burned his tongue clean off. Or at least you would think so. He didn’t cause a scene, just muttered a steady stream of quiet complaints all through breakfast and all the way home. The first thing he said was, “Well, I’m not going to leave this place happy.” And continued with how the ice chips weren’t helping, how the ice and water were filling him up and he wouldn’t be hungry for breakfast, how his tongue was STILL hurting and how is he supposed to be hungry if he keeps eating ice chips??? And how I told him if he ate his breakfast he’d feel better and he DIDN’T.
So anyway. We went home and Mark and Josh went off to the tourney. I brought the kids a little bit later to go watch. We got there, and almost immediately everything falls apart. In the space of a few minutes, Ben got spooked by the loud buzzer and wouldn’t take his hands off his ears, Sammy was afraid to go up high on the bleachers but wanted to go where Josh was and was sad to be left behind, Ben had to go to the bathroom, Ben had to go to the bathroom AGAIN only all of a sudden he had the runs and messed his underwear (so he went commando), Ben spilled his full bottle of Gatorade, knocked over his pizza, had yet ANOTHER accident and had to wear a Mark’s freebie tshirt from the tourney, and all this time I was feeding the baby and cleaning up messes with my one free hand. It rattled me and now I’m not so sure of my abilities to do 4 kids at once by myself.
I bet if I asked Sammy, he’d say his tongue still hurts.
This is pretty good – rated PG for mild talk of sweet, sweet lovin’. This is especially good if you are, or love someone who is, a video game nut.
Australian Comedy Troupe Tripod
One more funny pic – I have no idea who these people are, but yay for this kid’s mom getting out the camera.
Hi – I hate pictures of myself. Some people emailed me for a pic of my hair straight, though, so this is for them. And I feel compelled to prove that I can look better than I do in the lower picture, but I’m not sure if I have accomplished it here, because, as I said before, I hate pictures of myself.
I started writing down some of the funny things Sammy says for my mom because she gets such a kick out of him. These are some old ones, but are definitely still Sammy-flavored:
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After asking where Dad and Josh were, discovering they were at scouts –
Sammy, loudly: “You mean I’m stuck with YOU tonight?”
Mom: “There’s no reason to be rude.”
Sammy, quieter and as polite as can be: “You mean I’m stuck with you tonight?” 12-13-05
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“I love the smell of rootbeer in the morning.” 12-23-05
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Sobbing from under the covers in his bed –
“It’s finally the end of the world.
I just can’t live.
I don’t get ANYTHING to play with. Not even the playstation.” 12-25-05
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“…and bless the pork chop that it won’t make us choke.” 12-26-05
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After 25 minutes of another sobbing fit… “I won’t be allowed to ride down Cannonball Hill in all of 2006!!! Not even 2007 I won’t be able to go out.”
“You’re right, I’m gong to keep you locked up in the house for 2 years.”
“NOOOOOO!!! Do you want me to die??? I won’t be able to eat anything. And if there’s nothing to eat, then I won’t be able to do anything. Will that make you happy???” 12-27-05
They say you’re not supposed to cut your own hair, but I saw The Devil Wears Prada with some friends (Meg & Wendy) last night and started feeling very frumpy. Okay, I actually CONTINUED feeling very frumpy, I was feeling it before the movie – how else should I feel when spit up is a permanent accessory on my shoulder and I live in yoga pants? Then, after the movie, I said to them, “I liked Andie’s bangs – maybe I should cut my hair.” And they both jumped at the chance to tell me YES – I need to cut it desperately. Don’t you just love that? Giving your friends an opportunity to tell you exactly what’s wrong with you? Anyway, I tend to obsess when I get these ideas, and must act upon them QUICKLY, which has given way to many drastic haircolor changes. So this morning I got the baby back to sleep, got my good scissors and started whacking. Here’s the finished product (well, for today – we’ll see what happens when I attempt to straighten it.) I pulled it forward on my shoulders to show the length.
(Yes, my study is always that messy. I thought about cleaning it up before the photo, but… meh.) Meg dropped off her son to play and gave the haircut her stamp of approval, so I’m happy!
Ben was a dog for a half an hour this morning. He also put on deodorant and is wearing his shirt inside out.
And Jill’s trying not to look at anyone today. She also saw The Devil Wears Prada last night and took a lesson on snooty looks.
Yesterday was the first day of school. These are the kids at our bus stop –
Do you see how dark it is??? That’s because our bus comes at 7:02. In the MORNING. School starts at 7:45. Some moms I’ve talked to said they’d rather drive their kids and sit in the carpool lane than make their kids go that early. Me? Not so much. I don’t care what happens – they can go to school in their pajamas but they are catching that bus! Actually since my kids have a tendency to sleep in their underwear they’d look pretty silly.
Here are Josh, Jack and Nick.
Sammy with one of his faces – he doesn’t smile normal unless I threaten him. Notice the KMart ad pose.
And a not very flattering shot of Jill, but she’s smiling here, so I thought I’d throw it in.
She still has hair, really.
First off, I want you all to know that the majority of my posts are typed one-handed while a leech, albeit a cute one, is attached to me. Or while she lays like a slug on my chest. Or squirming like a worm in my other arm. Why is my baby an insect all of a sudden? She doesn’t deserve that! Sorry. She’s actually a very good baby – the only time I get on the computer is when I’m holding her. She’ll need to be fed and I’ll pop into the study and command whichever kid is occupying my seat in front of the computer to vacate it.
Recently Disney’s ToonTown has been all the rage with the kids and their friends. Even Ben can play it, but they have to use MY computer since it’s an internet game. Anyway, the other day Ben was playing the game – a few minutes later I came in and found this:
And this was on the computer screen.
As a tangent, now that we have photo proof that our 3/1/2 year old is STILL sucking his thumb, I’d love to hear suggestions on how to get him to kick the habit. Anyone?
Yesterday afternoon at the pool, Ben suddenly yelled out, to nobody in particular, “You’re not going ANYWHERE until after breakfast!”
Sammy ate about 6 pickles and 2 hard-boiled eggs for lunch today. And that’s all. He sometimes eats so many dill pickles the smell permeates from his pores.
Josh is officially richer than both his parents – we had to borrow $10 from him to go on our date tonight. We blew all our dough on our grand 3 day, 2 night trip to fabulous Chattanooga last week. I’ll post about that later.
Jill rolled over tonight – twice. Dang it, now we have to WATCH her. Just kidding, we watch our kids usually, but we can’t leave her unbolstered by pillows on the bed anymore. However she’s sleeping 6-7 hours straight each night! Woohoo!
One more thing – I noticed the other day that I made White Trash Mom‘s blogroll! This SO made my week. I’m proud of my WTM status and love their neverending crusade to expose the Muffia so I was jazzed to see my blog there.
I promise to do better at posting. 10 more days until school starts! But who’s counting?
Honk if you love peace and quiet. 