Soundwave, Batman, and the lamb. Cuties.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Creepy Hands
Pretty gross, eh?
I should mention, that this is a "good" hand day. They usually look a lot worse, if you can believe it!
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOO!
Happy Hallowe'en to all you tricksters out there! Currently, it is raining here, and although the Weather Network calls for light rain this afternoon, this evening is supposed to be clear, so there is hope for decent trick or treating.
Phoenix is beside himself with excitement over the prospect of FINALLY being able to wear his Soundwave costume. All month I've been telling him not to touch it so that it is in one piece for him to wear today. I told him, after today, I don't care WHAT you do to it. And after a month, the glue-gun burns are just about healed.
On a separate note, I have contracted Mark's cold from hell. He's had it for two weeks now, with no sign of leaving. It is terrible. 30,000 tons of sinus pressure, never-ending nose blowing, and a cough that feels as though my lungs are being torn in two. What the hell? Has no one heard of the "Moms aren't allowed to be sick" rule? I should be immune!
And my hands hurt. Really, really, really, really bad. I look like I've been soaking them in battery acid. I'm taking vitamin E, and Omega 369, but nothing is helping. All of the prescription creams and ointments I've paid through the nose for aren't working. I finally talked my Dr into getting me an appointment with a dermatologist. Yeah, January 16, 2007 is my appointment. It's going to be a long, painful 2 1/2 months, especially when the cold chappy weather sets in. If someone has a miracle cure, I'd sure love to hear it!!! I should take a picture of them today and post it. It will go nicely with the holiday. Creepy, leprosy hands. Eww.................
Happy Hallowe'en to all you tricksters out there! Currently, it is raining here, and although the Weather Network calls for light rain this afternoon, this evening is supposed to be clear, so there is hope for decent trick or treating.
Phoenix is beside himself with excitement over the prospect of FINALLY being able to wear his Soundwave costume. All month I've been telling him not to touch it so that it is in one piece for him to wear today. I told him, after today, I don't care WHAT you do to it. And after a month, the glue-gun burns are just about healed.
On a separate note, I have contracted Mark's cold from hell. He's had it for two weeks now, with no sign of leaving. It is terrible. 30,000 tons of sinus pressure, never-ending nose blowing, and a cough that feels as though my lungs are being torn in two. What the hell? Has no one heard of the "Moms aren't allowed to be sick" rule? I should be immune!
And my hands hurt. Really, really, really, really bad. I look like I've been soaking them in battery acid. I'm taking vitamin E, and Omega 369, but nothing is helping. All of the prescription creams and ointments I've paid through the nose for aren't working. I finally talked my Dr into getting me an appointment with a dermatologist. Yeah, January 16, 2007 is my appointment. It's going to be a long, painful 2 1/2 months, especially when the cold chappy weather sets in. If someone has a miracle cure, I'd sure love to hear it!!! I should take a picture of them today and post it. It will go nicely with the holiday. Creepy, leprosy hands. Eww.................
Monday, October 30, 2006
Guess I'm Doing Something Right....
Well, I suppose that I'm doing something right. Ty's dr's office called today and said that his bloodwork came out ok, no problems with any iron or other vitamin levels. Whew. So, I guess I'll just keep feeding him love, milk and KD, and hope that the vitamins he gets from Vegetable Thins crackers are sufficient.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Living On Air
I'd like to thank my friends and family members who have e-mailed me about their own "child-lives-on-nothing-but-air" stories. As these kids are now several years older than Ty, and are healthy growing children, perhaps I shouldn't be so concerned.
My brother Tommy called me this morning to remind me about his son, Hunter, who lived pretty much on rice for three years, and is now happy, healthy and taller than me. Funny, I remember a craft at his school where they made a cornicopia for Thanksgiving and had to write inside what they were thankful for. All of the other kids were writing stuff like, my parents, my friends, my toys...Hunter wrote "I am thankful for rice."
So, I am hopeful now, that things are okay. I think that with Bun and Keegs bringing home new viruses every week from their respective schools, that Ty's immune system is just taking a beating. By the time he hits the school system, he will have an iron-clad immune system, and a perfect attendance record. (Cross fingers!)
The kiddies are quite excited about Hallowe'en. I hope the weather holds up. As long as it doesn't rain or snow, we're good. Mark's going out today to stock up on candy, and Keegs is dressing up in his Batman costume for his Hallowe'en party tomorrow.
Speaking of costumes, I had a bunch of craft foam, so I made a whack of superhero masks for the kids to play with. Keegan had on a retro-blue Batman one last night. He was running around with it on for about 40 minutes and got quite sweaty. Unfortunately, the sweat from his face reacted with the base dye in the foam, and his face is now hot pink, including all the the formerly white-blond hair around his forehead. I scrubbed that poor little guy within an inch of his life last night, and again this morning in the tub, and he's still pink. I told Mark that we'll just say it's windburn! Kripes! No way I'm wearing my Hawk-girl mask now! That's all I need is to walk around with a purple complexion! Always something around here.
Daylights savings time has arrived, and with it, the screwing up of sleep schedules. The kids don't know that the clocks are back an hour, so now when they get up at 6:00 am, the clock says 5:00 am and that makes me even more freaking tired! Wish there was a way to turn their internal clocks back an hour or two as well!
My brother Tommy called me this morning to remind me about his son, Hunter, who lived pretty much on rice for three years, and is now happy, healthy and taller than me. Funny, I remember a craft at his school where they made a cornicopia for Thanksgiving and had to write inside what they were thankful for. All of the other kids were writing stuff like, my parents, my friends, my toys...Hunter wrote "I am thankful for rice."
So, I am hopeful now, that things are okay. I think that with Bun and Keegs bringing home new viruses every week from their respective schools, that Ty's immune system is just taking a beating. By the time he hits the school system, he will have an iron-clad immune system, and a perfect attendance record. (Cross fingers!)
The kiddies are quite excited about Hallowe'en. I hope the weather holds up. As long as it doesn't rain or snow, we're good. Mark's going out today to stock up on candy, and Keegs is dressing up in his Batman costume for his Hallowe'en party tomorrow.
Speaking of costumes, I had a bunch of craft foam, so I made a whack of superhero masks for the kids to play with. Keegan had on a retro-blue Batman one last night. He was running around with it on for about 40 minutes and got quite sweaty. Unfortunately, the sweat from his face reacted with the base dye in the foam, and his face is now hot pink, including all the the formerly white-blond hair around his forehead. I scrubbed that poor little guy within an inch of his life last night, and again this morning in the tub, and he's still pink. I told Mark that we'll just say it's windburn! Kripes! No way I'm wearing my Hawk-girl mask now! That's all I need is to walk around with a purple complexion! Always something around here.
Daylights savings time has arrived, and with it, the screwing up of sleep schedules. The kids don't know that the clocks are back an hour, so now when they get up at 6:00 am, the clock says 5:00 am and that makes me even more freaking tired! Wish there was a way to turn their internal clocks back an hour or two as well!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Tyger Update (and other stuff)
Took Tiggs to the doctor this morning. He weighs 26 3/4 pounds, which is slightly above average for his age, so he IS gaining weight. Dr indicated that although he may be getting sufficient caloric content, his nutrient level probably sucks (to paraphrase). So, poor little Tyger had to have 4 vials of blood taken. I have to say, he was a trooper. The lab tech was calm and confident and got the job done in minimum time. So, I guess we'll hear about his various levels by mid next-week.
My doctor is a bit of a putz when it comes to suggestions, so if anyone reading out there has any ideas of how to get Ty to eat anything, please share!
In other matters, we got confirmation today that Keegs will be joining the Tues/Thurs class, so as of the first full week of November, he will be going to school 5 mornings a week, which is awesome, and not only for me! He will greatly benefit from the constancy of routine, and his resourse worker and teachers agree that the more the better, especially if they want to get him at SK level upon graduation.
Ty went to bed at 11:15. He is still sleeping at 2:31. He has not had lunch yet. His schedule is fubar-ed today!
Gotta go. Will update when I know more.
PS. Keep those legs crossed JuJu! Keep that baby in until Nov 16!
My doctor is a bit of a putz when it comes to suggestions, so if anyone reading out there has any ideas of how to get Ty to eat anything, please share!
In other matters, we got confirmation today that Keegs will be joining the Tues/Thurs class, so as of the first full week of November, he will be going to school 5 mornings a week, which is awesome, and not only for me! He will greatly benefit from the constancy of routine, and his resourse worker and teachers agree that the more the better, especially if they want to get him at SK level upon graduation.
Ty went to bed at 11:15. He is still sleeping at 2:31. He has not had lunch yet. His schedule is fubar-ed today!
Gotta go. Will update when I know more.
PS. Keep those legs crossed JuJu! Keep that baby in until Nov 16!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Ok, Now I'm Worried....
There's something wrong with Tiggs. He is sick 3 weeks out of 4, either with a cold or cough or general malaise. He doesn't want to eat anything, and to get him to consume anything, I have to hold his hands to keep them from swatting the spoon away, and sing songs to get him to open his mouth. He is living on crackers, Kraft dinner and Alphagettis. My other boys were great eaters. If we were eating it, they wanted it too. Ty wants nothing. I don't get it. How is he surviving? I mean, he's growing. He's gaining weight. He laughs and runs and climbs and chatters all day, but his immune system seems to be non-existant.
I went to give his milk about 1/2 hour ago, and he refused it. He has NEVER done that. 10 minutes later he was asleep. He NEVER sleeps in the afternoon. I just made panicky call to his Dr., and got an appointment for him for tomorrow morning. I am going to get him to run bloodtests or something, if only to ease my mind. Maybe he has some magic cure to get him to eat? Or a supplement that I can give him?
HELP HELP HELP ! Help my poor little babe...
I went to give his milk about 1/2 hour ago, and he refused it. He has NEVER done that. 10 minutes later he was asleep. He NEVER sleeps in the afternoon. I just made panicky call to his Dr., and got an appointment for him for tomorrow morning. I am going to get him to run bloodtests or something, if only to ease my mind. Maybe he has some magic cure to get him to eat? Or a supplement that I can give him?
HELP HELP HELP ! Help my poor little babe...
Friday, October 20, 2006
What's Up With The Wonder Pets?
What a strange kids' show. And my children (Tyger included!) are addicted. A turtle (Tuck), a duckling (Ming Ming) and a guinea pig (Linny); classroom pets that are dedicated to saving baby animals in trouble across the world, using teamwork. Okay, good premise. The animation is a little creepy, with real-looking animals that are 2 dimensional and talk, and of course, break out into operetta at the slightest provacation. "The phone! The phone is RINGING! The phone! We'll be right THERE! There's an animal in trouble somewhere!"
This has led Keegs into bursting into song whenever the phone rings. (Actually, that part is pretty damned cute, so I don't mind). As I don't have TIVO or cable on demand, unfortunately this show isn't on when they want to watch it. So I came up with the brilliant idea of taping the episodes whenever they were on so in a Wonder Pets withdrawl situation, I would have one on hand. This backfired as I am now at the point where I have 2 hours of the show on tape, and I feel it is going to snap soon from such frequent replay. I am also at the point where I am singing everything. Mark does too, and he's rarely seen the show! It's like an episode of COP ROCKS around here!
Bonus? Well, at least it's a break from Transformers and Thomas the Tank Engine episodes...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Ode To A Glue Gun
Ode To A Glue Gun
Who needs a sewing machine
Or a bedazzler or same ilk?
I have a toy; it's really keen
Works on paper or raw silk
A hem came down? No worry!
School project with wooden sticks?
My toy will fix it in a hurry
It's how I get my kicks
I truly love my glue gun
It is what every crafter needs
And while getting burned is never fun,
At least my finger never bleeds!
One day I made a super-hero cape
The next day fixed the shade
It'll smooth the hair down on your nape
I tell you, I've got it made!
Oh glue gun you are quite a joy
With you, I have no excuses
When I bring out my triggered toy
It has so many uses!
So get yourself a glue gun now
Honestly, you won't be sorry
Present your projects with a bow
And tell your glue gun story!
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Gee, that "ode" sounded a lot better when I composed it on my morning walk with Ty this morning. Oh well. Never said I was a poet...but really. Get a glue gun. I use it for everything. Tape? Who needs it? Thread? Needle? Who needs the hassle? Glue gun.
That's all I have to say about that.
Who needs a sewing machine
Or a bedazzler or same ilk?
I have a toy; it's really keen
Works on paper or raw silk
A hem came down? No worry!
School project with wooden sticks?
My toy will fix it in a hurry
It's how I get my kicks
I truly love my glue gun
It is what every crafter needs
And while getting burned is never fun,
At least my finger never bleeds!
One day I made a super-hero cape
The next day fixed the shade
It'll smooth the hair down on your nape
I tell you, I've got it made!
Oh glue gun you are quite a joy
With you, I have no excuses
When I bring out my triggered toy
It has so many uses!
So get yourself a glue gun now
Honestly, you won't be sorry
Present your projects with a bow
And tell your glue gun story!
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Gee, that "ode" sounded a lot better when I composed it on my morning walk with Ty this morning. Oh well. Never said I was a poet...but really. Get a glue gun. I use it for everything. Tape? Who needs it? Thread? Needle? Who needs the hassle? Glue gun.
That's all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Happy Anniversary!!!
Happy 9th Wedding Anniversary to my dearest hubby. As you are comotose in bed with the latest illness to infiltrate the household, I will celebrate by myself, and with your (unknowing) blessing, will shop on-line :)
Thank you to our parents, who remembered our day, and were thoughtful enough to send cards.
To my wedding party...hmmm...where are you? My matron of honour wished us happiness when I saw her a few weeks ago...my cousin...I know she's out there, being super mom like me! My sister-in-law...the ultra super mom...my friend Lucinda? Apparently has dropped off of the face of the earth since I haven't spoken to her in two years, and she never responds to any of my e-mails or letters. I hope you are doing well...
Mark's side? Best man...I don't know...falling out in the friendship by multiple means...my brother Paul, still kickin'...brother-in-law Fern? Just got a new job...congrats! Our coolest usher; Sandy? Where are you, girlfriend? Another one that moved with no forwarding address.
Strange how when we get married, we surround ourselves with people that are so important to us, and yet less than a decade later, 3 members of our wedding party are off of our social map. Sad. I miss them all...
On that cheery note! Just wanted to point out that Mark was clueless as to the significance of the day until I wished him a happy anniversary. Bastard! (Just kidding..sort of...). But he did remember that it is his mom's birthday tomorrow. At least there's hope. After all he's known her for 21 years longer than he's known me. Maybe by our 30th wedding anniversary, he'll remember today's date too!
Just another reason why I want our 10-year anniversary to mean: VACATION SOMEWHERE HOT WITH ALL-INCLUSIVE BAR!
Mark, all kidding aside, you are the love of my life. We have been together over 13 years, and married for nine of those years, and I adore you more every day. You have given me 3 beautiful boys, and the best in-laws one could hope for. Here's to many, many, many years more.
XOXOXO
Wife
Monday, October 16, 2006
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-CHOO!
Kripes! It seems like we're always getting over sickness around here! This time it was Keegs that brought home an evil cold from school. He was sick as a dog all weekend, better today. Mark came down with it on Saturday night. Ty got it yesterday. And now, it seems like it's trying to invade my body as well. Phoenix (knock on wood) is still safe.
You know that feeling you get in your head like you are going to sneeze, and then you don't, so you have that permanent skew to your eye and a pain in your sinus cavity? That's me today. And seriously cold. The older boys are at school, at Ty just went for his nap, and I plan (in between loads of laundry) to curl up under a big comforter on the couch.
Kids are cute, aren't they? I just love the things they say sometimes, especially when they're been such little buggers that you want to give them away to the first taker, and then they say stuff like Keegs did this morning: "Give me a hug, Mommy!" (I did). "Oh Mommy! I love you so much! You're my best girl!" (Took me a while to get up after I melted into a pool of emotion on the front porch).
My one ray of optimism on this frosty, snot-infested morning, is that hopefully we will get these colds out of our system and will all be healthy for Hallowe'en. Every year, one of the kids has been sick. Last year, it was Ty with pneumonia. This year, I want happy, excited, non-hacking-3-pack-a day-kids. That's all I have to say about that.
My Dad just came back from Florida, were he was sunning himself for 2 weeks. Rude awakening with this weather, I tell you. The ground was covered in frost this morning! Brrr. Where's the Indian Summer?
Well, my hands are turning blue. I'm off to fold hot laundry in hopes of thawing them out. Have a healthy (aaaa-choooooooo!) day...sniff....cough...pathetic sigh...
You know that feeling you get in your head like you are going to sneeze, and then you don't, so you have that permanent skew to your eye and a pain in your sinus cavity? That's me today. And seriously cold. The older boys are at school, at Ty just went for his nap, and I plan (in between loads of laundry) to curl up under a big comforter on the couch.
Kids are cute, aren't they? I just love the things they say sometimes, especially when they're been such little buggers that you want to give them away to the first taker, and then they say stuff like Keegs did this morning: "Give me a hug, Mommy!" (I did). "Oh Mommy! I love you so much! You're my best girl!" (Took me a while to get up after I melted into a pool of emotion on the front porch).
My one ray of optimism on this frosty, snot-infested morning, is that hopefully we will get these colds out of our system and will all be healthy for Hallowe'en. Every year, one of the kids has been sick. Last year, it was Ty with pneumonia. This year, I want happy, excited, non-hacking-3-pack-a day-kids. That's all I have to say about that.
My Dad just came back from Florida, were he was sunning himself for 2 weeks. Rude awakening with this weather, I tell you. The ground was covered in frost this morning! Brrr. Where's the Indian Summer?
Well, my hands are turning blue. I'm off to fold hot laundry in hopes of thawing them out. Have a healthy (aaaa-choooooooo!) day...sniff....cough...pathetic sigh...
Sunday, October 08, 2006
October Means Candy
Ah, October. Quite possibly my favourite month of the year. The weather is crisp and perfect for family walks, and the kids and I love the crunching of leaves beneath our feet. Of course, October also means Hallowe'en, a.k.a CANDY! Oh yeah, and costumes. I have a cute little lamb costume ready for Ty, and Keegan made it easy on me this year, saying he wants to be Batman. We have a mask, and he has Batman pyjamas, complete with a cape, so he's done too. Phoenix, on the other hand, issued a costuming challenge. He wants to be Soundwave, from the Transformers. For those of you that are unaware, Transformers are "Robots In Disguise". They change from robot to various modes: vehicle, animal, insect etc. Soundwave transforms into a ghetto blaster.
I rose to the challenge by heading off to Fabricland, and picking up some assorted fabrics and thread and attachment items. Got quite carried away while I was there, and picked up a length of polar fleece and made pillow cases for Keegs and Bun, with their monograms. I must mention at this point that I don't sew. Or rather, I don't own a sewing machine. So, I sew by hand. Halfway through the Soundwave project, my carpel tunnel syndrome kicked in, so I went to plan B. The glue gun. Yes, the crafter's best friend. Well, when all was said and done, I came up with a nifty costume. Phoenix loved it, and that's the important part.
My mom always made our costumes. We would have costume contests at school. My brother Mike and I invariably won for our grade. A memorable year was when he went as Darth Vader and I was Princess Leia, complete with the cinnamon-bun hairdo on the sides of my head. I must see if I can dig up a picture of that, because it was pretty awesome! Mom, you were so cool. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of mom you were to us.
Today is Sunday, and Mark has taken the eldest boys off to church for Sunday school. I (darn-it-all-anyway!) have to stay here with Ty, while he naps. This afternoon, we're off to the in-laws for turkey. Tomorrow we're having two of my brothers over for dinner for Thanksgiving. Then it's back to the daily grind of work and school.
Phoenix is doing really well at school this year. He reading is coming along nicely, although getting him to read is like bamboo shoots under the fingernails. What a complainer! When he resigns himself to the inevitable, he does a great job. I miss the Mr. Muggs readers we had as children. My brother gave Bun some Dick and Jane primers for his birthday or Christmas last year, and now he's able to make his way through there, although he thinks the stories are lame!
Keegan is loving school this year too, and hopefully we will get the call soon to put him in 5 mornings a week instead of just three.
Ty....is still a bugger! Climbing, destroying, wreaking havoc! All with a sweet smile, and self-applause. His saving grace is that he is so damned cute!
Anyway, I guess I'd better go finish decorating the bay window with Hallowe'en decorations. BOO! From me to you.
PS. If anyone has not discovered the following blog, you must visit. It is freaking hilarious! This guy, Joe Mathelete, explains Marmaduke cartoons. Too funny:
http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/
I rose to the challenge by heading off to Fabricland, and picking up some assorted fabrics and thread and attachment items. Got quite carried away while I was there, and picked up a length of polar fleece and made pillow cases for Keegs and Bun, with their monograms. I must mention at this point that I don't sew. Or rather, I don't own a sewing machine. So, I sew by hand. Halfway through the Soundwave project, my carpel tunnel syndrome kicked in, so I went to plan B. The glue gun. Yes, the crafter's best friend. Well, when all was said and done, I came up with a nifty costume. Phoenix loved it, and that's the important part.
My mom always made our costumes. We would have costume contests at school. My brother Mike and I invariably won for our grade. A memorable year was when he went as Darth Vader and I was Princess Leia, complete with the cinnamon-bun hairdo on the sides of my head. I must see if I can dig up a picture of that, because it was pretty awesome! Mom, you were so cool. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of mom you were to us.
Today is Sunday, and Mark has taken the eldest boys off to church for Sunday school. I (darn-it-all-anyway!) have to stay here with Ty, while he naps. This afternoon, we're off to the in-laws for turkey. Tomorrow we're having two of my brothers over for dinner for Thanksgiving. Then it's back to the daily grind of work and school.
Phoenix is doing really well at school this year. He reading is coming along nicely, although getting him to read is like bamboo shoots under the fingernails. What a complainer! When he resigns himself to the inevitable, he does a great job. I miss the Mr. Muggs readers we had as children. My brother gave Bun some Dick and Jane primers for his birthday or Christmas last year, and now he's able to make his way through there, although he thinks the stories are lame!
Keegan is loving school this year too, and hopefully we will get the call soon to put him in 5 mornings a week instead of just three.
Ty....is still a bugger! Climbing, destroying, wreaking havoc! All with a sweet smile, and self-applause. His saving grace is that he is so damned cute!
Anyway, I guess I'd better go finish decorating the bay window with Hallowe'en decorations. BOO! From me to you.
PS. If anyone has not discovered the following blog, you must visit. It is freaking hilarious! This guy, Joe Mathelete, explains Marmaduke cartoons. Too funny:
http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/
Friday, September 29, 2006
Ouch!
madeleine • \MAD-uh-lun\ • noun 1 : a small rich shell-shaped cake*2 : one that evokes a memory
Example sentence:The long needle and inappropriate amounts of anesthetic were madeleines for Mark, calling up memories of the horror of his vasectomy.
As you can see by the example sentence...OUCH! He just called me from his Mom's house (funny who we run to when we are ailing) and said, and I quote, "Yeah, it FUCKING hurt!"
So, now I am wracked with guilt. Will update later when he gets home.
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Well, I think it is safe to say that Mark will not volunteer for that assignment ever again! And his recommendation to any guys that are about to embark on this endeavour? "Make sure you're fully frozen before they start. Right side good. Left side...OH MY HOLY GOD!" Yeah, ouch. But he is okay now, a little achey(sp?), but nothing ice packs and Tylenol 3's won't cure, I suppose...
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Ty has now moved into the realm of "Let's give Mom a heart-attack every 10 minutes". I've said before that he's a climber. On top of tables, up bookshelves, etc. Well, today he discovered how to open doors, AND, once open, how to navigate the stairs! I turn my back for 2 seconds, and he's two levels down! Kripes, at this rate I'll have to dye my hair every week!
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Flashback: Graduation Day 1995. My journalism grad friends and I chatting on the forecasted dream careers that we will achieve within the next, um, three days or so.
"I'm going to have my own radio show"
"I'm going to be the hot new newspaper columnist"
"I'm going to have my own monthly page in a leading magazine".
Hmm...somehow, I don't recall saying that I would be, 11 years later, writing a blurb in my son's school newsletter about food...but there you go. Some dreams take radically different paths. Always good to know that those 4 years of university paid off! Seriously though, other than Blogging and writing the occasional kid story for the boys, I haven't really done much writing over the years. (And the novel that I will finish when I'm about 65!) It's nice to get back into it, if only for 100-250 words a month. Thanks, Christy, for not letting my brain melt away into writer's block land too soon.
(And in case you are dying of curiosity, this month's sample was on peanut- free snacks, with a recipe for nut-free granola bars!--Leave a post if you want the recipe. It's really good).
Example sentence:The long needle and inappropriate amounts of anesthetic were madeleines for Mark, calling up memories of the horror of his vasectomy.
As you can see by the example sentence...OUCH! He just called me from his Mom's house (funny who we run to when we are ailing) and said, and I quote, "Yeah, it FUCKING hurt!"
So, now I am wracked with guilt. Will update later when he gets home.
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Well, I think it is safe to say that Mark will not volunteer for that assignment ever again! And his recommendation to any guys that are about to embark on this endeavour? "Make sure you're fully frozen before they start. Right side good. Left side...OH MY HOLY GOD!" Yeah, ouch. But he is okay now, a little achey(sp?), but nothing ice packs and Tylenol 3's won't cure, I suppose...
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Ty has now moved into the realm of "Let's give Mom a heart-attack every 10 minutes". I've said before that he's a climber. On top of tables, up bookshelves, etc. Well, today he discovered how to open doors, AND, once open, how to navigate the stairs! I turn my back for 2 seconds, and he's two levels down! Kripes, at this rate I'll have to dye my hair every week!
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Flashback: Graduation Day 1995. My journalism grad friends and I chatting on the forecasted dream careers that we will achieve within the next, um, three days or so.
"I'm going to have my own radio show"
"I'm going to be the hot new newspaper columnist"
"I'm going to have my own monthly page in a leading magazine".
Hmm...somehow, I don't recall saying that I would be, 11 years later, writing a blurb in my son's school newsletter about food...but there you go. Some dreams take radically different paths. Always good to know that those 4 years of university paid off! Seriously though, other than Blogging and writing the occasional kid story for the boys, I haven't really done much writing over the years. (And the novel that I will finish when I'm about 65!) It's nice to get back into it, if only for 100-250 words a month. Thanks, Christy, for not letting my brain melt away into writer's block land too soon.
(And in case you are dying of curiosity, this month's sample was on peanut- free snacks, with a recipe for nut-free granola bars!--Leave a post if you want the recipe. It's really good).
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Wedding!
Hubby and I attended our first out-of-country wedding on Saturday. We went to the tropical villa of West Seneca, New York. Okay, yes, I am joking. West Seneca is NOT tropical, but the place the wedding was at was beautiful, and the dinner was awesome. Congratulations Rob & Ginny! I wish you a lifetime of wedded bliss.
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And, after almost 9 years of wedded bliss, and 3 boys later, Mark is having the "Snip" this Friday. He is quite stressed about it. So we are currently employing the denial method of "speak no evil. If we don't talk about it, he can pretend it's not happening. Well, for a few more days, anyway!
Well, I guess I'd better be off. Got to get Keegers off to school, and settle in with Ty to watch back episodes of Smallville.
Educate yourself! Here are some new words for ya:
Word of the Day: Sept 26
gadarene • \GAD-uh-reen\ • adjective : headlong, precipitate
Example sentence:Mary has criticized her brother for his gadarene rush into marriage with a girl he has known for only 2 weeks.
Word of the Day: Sept 27
mellifluous • \muh-LIFF-luh-wus\ • adjective *1 : having a smooth rich flow2 : filled with something (as honey) that sweetens
Example sentence:Lucy recognized the actor's mellifluous voice immediately from the many voice-overs he had done for 800-sex line commercials.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Sept 23: Word of the Day
Friday, September 22, 2006
You Were A Kid in the 80's if...
You Were a Kid In The 80's if:
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word PSYCH.
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom
8. Two words: Hammer Pants
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars... and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo ooh!)
12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen..and still know the turtles names.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. (Ok, help me out here...first of all, we didn't have computer class. We had one computer, a Commodore 64, that loaded the game BLIP by tape and took the entire recess to boot...what the heck is Oregon Trail day?)
16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold yourshirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear....need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" (She'sTruly Outrageous.)
21. You remember reading "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and all The Ramona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe)
25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pail Kids cards inthe school yard.
28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-Ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"
36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.
38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. (Or Lemon-Twist)
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement
.42. You remember Popples.
43. Don't worry, be happy
44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do...getting yelled at by younger, hip members of the family)
46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!"
49 You remember watching Rainbow Bright and & My Little Pony Tales
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB"
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on"Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
55. You just sang those words to yourself.
56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.
57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)
58. You remember when mullets were cool!
59. You had a mullet!
60. You still sing "We are the World"
61. You tight rolled your jeans.
62. You owned a banana clip.
63. You remember "Where's the Beef?"
64. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
65 You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
66. You're still singing Shot Through the Heart in your head, aren't you?
Man, talk about the making of a generation...98% of those applied to me!
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Word of the Day:
lotusland • \LOH-tus-land\ • noun *1 : a place inducing contentment especially through offering an idyllic living situation 2 : a state or an ideal marked by contentment often achieved through self-indulgence
Example sentence:With its selection of white, dark and bittersweet offerings , the Walker's Chocolate store is a lotusland for women suffering from PMS.
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word PSYCH.
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom
8. Two words: Hammer Pants
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars... and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo ooh!)
12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen..and still know the turtles names.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. (Ok, help me out here...first of all, we didn't have computer class. We had one computer, a Commodore 64, that loaded the game BLIP by tape and took the entire recess to boot...what the heck is Oregon Trail day?)
16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold yourshirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear....need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" (She'sTruly Outrageous.)
21. You remember reading "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and all The Ramona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe)
25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pail Kids cards inthe school yard.
28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-Ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"
36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.
38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. (Or Lemon-Twist)
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement
.42. You remember Popples.
43. Don't worry, be happy
44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do...getting yelled at by younger, hip members of the family)
46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!"
49 You remember watching Rainbow Bright and & My Little Pony Tales
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB"
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on"Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
55. You just sang those words to yourself.
56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.
57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)
58. You remember when mullets were cool!
59. You had a mullet!
60. You still sing "We are the World"
61. You tight rolled your jeans.
62. You owned a banana clip.
63. You remember "Where's the Beef?"
64. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
65 You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
66. You're still singing Shot Through the Heart in your head, aren't you?
Man, talk about the making of a generation...98% of those applied to me!
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Word of the Day:
lotusland • \LOH-tus-land\ • noun *1 : a place inducing contentment especially through offering an idyllic living situation 2 : a state or an ideal marked by contentment often achieved through self-indulgence
Example sentence:With its selection of white, dark and bittersweet offerings , the Walker's Chocolate store is a lotusland for women suffering from PMS.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Word of the Day:
diapason • \dye-uh-PAY-zun\ • noun 1 *a : a burst of sound b : the principal foundation stop in the organ extending through the complete range of the instrument c : the entire compass of musical tones d : range, scope2 a : tuning fork b : a standard of pitch
Example sentence: She didn't realize that she had left the bathroom with her skirt tucked into the back of her pantyhose until she heard the diapasons of laughter echoing through the office.
Example sentence: She didn't realize that she had left the bathroom with her skirt tucked into the back of her pantyhose until she heard the diapasons of laughter echoing through the office.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Budget,Shmudget!
My hubby and I are attending a wedding this Saturday. With that in mind, my thoughts turned to clothes. With being a stay-at-home mom, I don't often have call to shop for fancy dresses, and my hubby wears work-clothes (aka, clothes meant to be destroyed by dirt and chemicals), so we were in need of some wardrobe updates. I wanted a new dress, shoes and some matching jewellery. Mark needed a new suit with all of the stuff that goes with it. So, we budgeted. We know a suit will cost in the general ballpark of $300-$400 (hey, we wish we were Armani folk, but get real!), and a dress about $100-$150. With shoes and other necessities, we figured about $600 between the two of us.
Mark calls me from the suit shop after work yesterday to tell me that he's getting suited up and will be home soon...Later, he walks in with a description of his nice new black suit, and a bag containing 3 new shirts, 2 ties, a belt and a shoe-shining kit. Oh, and two silky hanky things for the suit pocket (salesman saw him coming a mile away!). To get to the point, in the bag was one more item. The bill. $798. Kripes! To his credit, he was a little sheepish about having blown my dress budget, but now it was time to think.
I have a beautiful dress; I wore it to our friends' Jay and Alison's wedding. It will do nicely. But I really did need new shoes. So I jetted off to the mall. On a side note, the last time I went shoe shopping, there were 7 shoe stores in the mall. Now there are 3. Naturalizer (ah, no....), Payless (great for kids, not for dancing shoes) and the Bay. (Actually there is one called STEPPS, but the heels in there are all 7 inches high. I want wedding-dance shoes, not pole-dancing shoes!). So, I trudged around the Bay. Saw a perfect pair of black sling-backs. I just knew that there would be no 7 1/2's there. Murphy's Law and all...but no! The shopping gods were with me, and they had my size and they fit! And they were comfortable, and...ON SALE!
With such savings, (even with a -$200 budget) I knew that this was a call for some jewellery. Hey, if I can't have a new dress...so I found a great necklace and matching earrings that are PERFECT for my dress. So, all in all, it turned out okay.
But the next big event, I fully intend to blow the budget. ON ME.
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On a separate and sad note, I was holding Ty on my lap yesterday, and noticed something dismaying about his hands. Gone are the sweet little baby hands of infancy. He now has real big-boy toddler hands. No dimples. Sigh...I miss the baby hands...
And speaking of the word baby, and lack thereof, Mark goes for the snip it two weeks! Sucker! (Just kidding, honey!)
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And before I head off, I must tell you about the coolest thing that happened to me the other night. I walked into Tim Horton's for my nightly XL tea, and there was a group of about 30 men there, ages ranging from 60-80 years. They were from a travelling barbershop quartet group and apparently had been entertaining the customers. Sotto voce, I sang "Goodnight Ladies..." and to my delight, the whole group joined in and sang the whole song! I clapped with glee like a 4-year old at the Santa parade. Then they invited me to sing with them. I begged off, saying I didn't know any of their songs, that I wasn't good enough, etc., but they wouldn't take no for an answer. One man (who looked startlingly like my great uncle Jimmy) asked me if I had ever seen the Wizard of Oz. I told him that it is one of my very favourite movies. He said, do you know "Over the Rainbow"? I said yes. He said, start singing. So, I did. It was like something out of a movie. The whole gang joined in with about 20 different octave ranges and made me sound awesome. It was one of the most fun moments I've ever had in my whole life. I applauded them all, took a bow, and headed for home. I grinned all the way.
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And as a new tradition on my blog, the word of the day: improving your vocabulary the fun way!
insuperable • \in-SOO-puh-ruh-bul\ • adjective : incapable of being surmounted, overcome, passed over, or solved
Example sentence:My refusal to iron one more freaking shirt for my husband proved to be an insuperable obstacle for the housework-impaired male.
Mark calls me from the suit shop after work yesterday to tell me that he's getting suited up and will be home soon...Later, he walks in with a description of his nice new black suit, and a bag containing 3 new shirts, 2 ties, a belt and a shoe-shining kit. Oh, and two silky hanky things for the suit pocket (salesman saw him coming a mile away!). To get to the point, in the bag was one more item. The bill. $798. Kripes! To his credit, he was a little sheepish about having blown my dress budget, but now it was time to think.
I have a beautiful dress; I wore it to our friends' Jay and Alison's wedding. It will do nicely. But I really did need new shoes. So I jetted off to the mall. On a side note, the last time I went shoe shopping, there were 7 shoe stores in the mall. Now there are 3. Naturalizer (ah, no....), Payless (great for kids, not for dancing shoes) and the Bay. (Actually there is one called STEPPS, but the heels in there are all 7 inches high. I want wedding-dance shoes, not pole-dancing shoes!). So, I trudged around the Bay. Saw a perfect pair of black sling-backs. I just knew that there would be no 7 1/2's there. Murphy's Law and all...but no! The shopping gods were with me, and they had my size and they fit! And they were comfortable, and...ON SALE!
With such savings, (even with a -$200 budget) I knew that this was a call for some jewellery. Hey, if I can't have a new dress...so I found a great necklace and matching earrings that are PERFECT for my dress. So, all in all, it turned out okay.
But the next big event, I fully intend to blow the budget. ON ME.
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On a separate and sad note, I was holding Ty on my lap yesterday, and noticed something dismaying about his hands. Gone are the sweet little baby hands of infancy. He now has real big-boy toddler hands. No dimples. Sigh...I miss the baby hands...
And speaking of the word baby, and lack thereof, Mark goes for the snip it two weeks! Sucker! (Just kidding, honey!)
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And before I head off, I must tell you about the coolest thing that happened to me the other night. I walked into Tim Horton's for my nightly XL tea, and there was a group of about 30 men there, ages ranging from 60-80 years. They were from a travelling barbershop quartet group and apparently had been entertaining the customers. Sotto voce, I sang "Goodnight Ladies..." and to my delight, the whole group joined in and sang the whole song! I clapped with glee like a 4-year old at the Santa parade. Then they invited me to sing with them. I begged off, saying I didn't know any of their songs, that I wasn't good enough, etc., but they wouldn't take no for an answer. One man (who looked startlingly like my great uncle Jimmy) asked me if I had ever seen the Wizard of Oz. I told him that it is one of my very favourite movies. He said, do you know "Over the Rainbow"? I said yes. He said, start singing. So, I did. It was like something out of a movie. The whole gang joined in with about 20 different octave ranges and made me sound awesome. It was one of the most fun moments I've ever had in my whole life. I applauded them all, took a bow, and headed for home. I grinned all the way.
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And as a new tradition on my blog, the word of the day: improving your vocabulary the fun way!
insuperable • \in-SOO-puh-ruh-bul\ • adjective : incapable of being surmounted, overcome, passed over, or solved
Example sentence:My refusal to iron one more freaking shirt for my husband proved to be an insuperable obstacle for the housework-impaired male.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
What I Really Want To Say Is...
Got this idea from my pal Jenny's site...and thought I'd post my own:
LIST TEN THINGS YOU WANT TO SAY TO PEOPLE YOU KNOW BUT YOU NEVER WILL, FOR WHATEVER REASON. DON'T SAY WHO THEY ARE. USE EACH PERSON ONLY ONCE.
1. You should leave him. He's dragging you into a hole, and you could do SO much better.
2. It's not all about you. Occasionally, I'd like to get a word in edgewise.
3. Friends are important. If someone is making an effort, you should return it. One day you will need me. I hope I'll still want to be there.
4. What comes around, goes around. I am a firm believer in that. Will you want to be alone when you are sick or dying?
5. Being a mom is the toughest job there is. You are doing great. Don't dispair. When things get tough, look around. There are people that are a lot worse off, and you are the lucky one. You have love.
6. Sometimes people do things they regret. I am one of them. I am sorry for the grief I put you through.
7. I love you to the end of the earth, but you are really stupid sometimes. Think before you speak, and you'll save people a lot of pain.
8. It is hard to forgive and forget. I am trying, but you wounded me. I think forgetting will take me the rest of my life.
9. Sometimes, I wish I had your life.
10. I think your husband is really hot.
So, I guess you're out there wondering which one applies to you, eh?....Well, as my friend Carly Simon once sang, (sort of) "I bet you think this post is about you...you're so vain!"
This was a great exercise. Very soul-lightening. Thanks for the idea, Jenny.
LIST TEN THINGS YOU WANT TO SAY TO PEOPLE YOU KNOW BUT YOU NEVER WILL, FOR WHATEVER REASON. DON'T SAY WHO THEY ARE. USE EACH PERSON ONLY ONCE.
1. You should leave him. He's dragging you into a hole, and you could do SO much better.
2. It's not all about you. Occasionally, I'd like to get a word in edgewise.
3. Friends are important. If someone is making an effort, you should return it. One day you will need me. I hope I'll still want to be there.
4. What comes around, goes around. I am a firm believer in that. Will you want to be alone when you are sick or dying?
5. Being a mom is the toughest job there is. You are doing great. Don't dispair. When things get tough, look around. There are people that are a lot worse off, and you are the lucky one. You have love.
6. Sometimes people do things they regret. I am one of them. I am sorry for the grief I put you through.
7. I love you to the end of the earth, but you are really stupid sometimes. Think before you speak, and you'll save people a lot of pain.
8. It is hard to forgive and forget. I am trying, but you wounded me. I think forgetting will take me the rest of my life.
9. Sometimes, I wish I had your life.
10. I think your husband is really hot.
So, I guess you're out there wondering which one applies to you, eh?....Well, as my friend Carly Simon once sang, (sort of) "I bet you think this post is about you...you're so vain!"
This was a great exercise. Very soul-lightening. Thanks for the idea, Jenny.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Excuses
Well, I suppose that I could make lots of excuses as to why I haven't posted in a while, but why bother...just busy and blocked, I guess.
My Tyger-tot is 16 months old today! He is just so darned cute! He is a little monkey; climbs on anything and everything. I turn my back for a second and he's on top of the dining room table trying to catch our betta fish, or on the edge of the bookshelf, three stories up. Reminds me of stories I used to hear about my brother Paul. My mom took a picture of him climbing the racks of the refridgerator once. Genetics will out, I suppose. He is a little chatter-box, and a copy-cat at that. Repeats a word you say, and then never again. Just storing in the back of his brain to spill out at a later date. He finally figured out how to clap, and does that all day long, then looks around for praise at his accomplishment. He is so proud of himself.
Phoenix, or rather Phoenix and I, just finished his first school project. He had to do a time-line of all of the important events in his life thus far. I was saying stuff like the births of his brothers etc., and he said with disdain, "NO, Mommy. Not that kind of stuff. IMPORTANT stuff. Like, the first time I saw a movie in the theatre, you know. Life-changing stuff." So, we loaded it up with his six years of important stuff, with pictures to go with his one-liner sentences. He has to present it in front of the class tomorrow. I hope he doesn't get stage-fright!
This Wednesday, Keegan starts his grammar group at speech therapy. I think there are 3 or 4 other kids in the group working on the same language goals. It is an 8 week group, every Wednesday afternoon for 45 minutes. Should keep him busy!
That's about it for news around here, I think. I'm sure there's more, but I have dinner on the stove and a baby, no, toddler now, crying on the monitor, so I'd better jet for now! Have a good week, and feel free to drop me a line to say hey! Jenny, where are you, sugar?
My Tyger-tot is 16 months old today! He is just so darned cute! He is a little monkey; climbs on anything and everything. I turn my back for a second and he's on top of the dining room table trying to catch our betta fish, or on the edge of the bookshelf, three stories up. Reminds me of stories I used to hear about my brother Paul. My mom took a picture of him climbing the racks of the refridgerator once. Genetics will out, I suppose. He is a little chatter-box, and a copy-cat at that. Repeats a word you say, and then never again. Just storing in the back of his brain to spill out at a later date. He finally figured out how to clap, and does that all day long, then looks around for praise at his accomplishment. He is so proud of himself.
Phoenix, or rather Phoenix and I, just finished his first school project. He had to do a time-line of all of the important events in his life thus far. I was saying stuff like the births of his brothers etc., and he said with disdain, "NO, Mommy. Not that kind of stuff. IMPORTANT stuff. Like, the first time I saw a movie in the theatre, you know. Life-changing stuff." So, we loaded it up with his six years of important stuff, with pictures to go with his one-liner sentences. He has to present it in front of the class tomorrow. I hope he doesn't get stage-fright!
This Wednesday, Keegan starts his grammar group at speech therapy. I think there are 3 or 4 other kids in the group working on the same language goals. It is an 8 week group, every Wednesday afternoon for 45 minutes. Should keep him busy!
That's about it for news around here, I think. I'm sure there's more, but I have dinner on the stove and a baby, no, toddler now, crying on the monitor, so I'd better jet for now! Have a good week, and feel free to drop me a line to say hey! Jenny, where are you, sugar?
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