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Happy Birthday, Gramma

She shares a Birthday with Abe Lincoln.  The same Month and Day.  Not the same year.

We love her very much. Happy Birthday, Mom!

Feeling Sick

I've been feeling sick. I have a cold.

Part of me is just gritting my teeth and wishing as hard as I can that I kick this before I go on vacation, because nothing is worse than going on a plane with an earache.

Another part of me is fast asleep. I have been so absent minded. I missed the school bus the other day. We weren't rushing, I just looked up at the clock and realized it was five minutes too late. I forget to pack things, like school snacks. And I am prone to suddenly crying for no reason.

Also, I can't breathe at night. When this happens I start using nose spray, which is so bad for you. But it works for me.

It also knocks me out and gives me funky dreams. And makes it impossible to get up in the morning to work out.

The Cure For The Modern Day Playdate

Modern Day Playdate

Books to the ceiling

We had to memorize poems when we were kids. 

Nick didn't have to memorize this, but he did anyway.

And I'm posting it for Gramma.

Blues Names

A couple of days ago, a certain someone, who shall be referred to as Pretty Bones Alison, forwarded me a little "Find Your Blues Name" Document. And to humor her, I did it. Not only for me, but for  the family. 

We are the Jones family.

I am Curly Sugar Jones

Married to Blind Killer Jones

Our three boys are Peg Leg Harp Jones,

Peg Leg Back Jones,

and Fat Back Jones.

By the way, I think these sound much more like Pirate names. And Fat Back Jones agrees.

PB&J

I have a new rule for lunchtime. 

I tell the kids what we are having for lunch. I might say "We are having left over spaghetti"or "I am making Mac & Cheese." 

The boys can then let me know if they choose something else. "I hate Mac & Cheese!" Nate might say. This is OK. As a parent, I value my children't right to have preferences. 

But I hate making eleven lunches and refuse to to it.

This means Nate can then either not eat, which means he will be hungry and ask for snack before 1pm, or he can make his own sandwiches. 

All three boys have been learning to make their own sandwiches. 

It isn't as easy as you'd think. It turns out, none of the kids could figure out where I kept the cheese, and I spent a good three minutes teaching Nate how to open the Jar of strawberry jam. "Turn the lid. On the jar. Hold the jar in one hand and the lid in the... now turn the.... just... like.... ugh!"

Superbowl

 I wasn't going to post this morning, but sometimes things happen that make certain posts better for certain days. Even if I don't like football. 

When I was a kid, I don't think we ever integrated sports into school. I mean, we might have PLAYED all kinds of different sports, which is great and in my opinion, the best way to integrate sports into a curriculum. But we never mentioned sporting events, except for perhaps the Olympics, because they only took place once every 4 years. (This was before the Olympic people changed it to once ever two years, confusing everything and making it less special.)

But we live in New England. We take our sports very seriously. Even when all the teams were chronic losers who never won, people were devoted to their teams to the point of obsession. And the winning hasn't let that change.

Which is why I can't let Andy wear that Yankee's sweatshirt out of the house EVER, because he might get beat up. Sorry, Mom, he's real cute in it, and he'll wear it when we're in New York. Or France.

But the point of this post is that even the schools are into sports. Friday was "Team Day" and everyone, kids, teachers, volunteering parents, were wearing their Patriots gear. Rub on tattoos adorned little kindergarten faces. Oversized jerseys tripped them up. Both Nick and Nate brought home football word searches, drawings, and craft projects.

Good Luck, Giants. We've got Game.

Ice Cream for Breakfast

It's Ice Cream for Breakfast Day.

I didn't make it up. A really nice fellow at church let me know last week. I thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. It's right here, see?

As far as I'm concerned, this is totally worth spreading around and turning into a huge national event. Go for it, people! Put a scoop on your waffles! Put a dollop of vanilla in your coffee! Do it and feel good about it, because when else can you have ice-cream for breakfast? TODAY IS THE DAY!

Picture Problem

I see a pattern here.

One week I find myself with no photographs.

The next week I make a point of pulling out the camera and taking lots of pictures of my kids while they do their usual things, like eating, or dressing up, or pulling each other's hair out.

The week after than I relax, enjoy what I've posted, and once again findmyself with no photos for the blog.

Guess which week this is?

Groundhog Day My Way

Let's face it, people. Spring does not begin in February. We're almost guaranteed at least six more weeks of winter.

But on the other hand - only six more weeks till Spring!

The things is, seasons aren't always what you expect. Ask a child to draw Winter and you'll get snow and snowmen. So far, this winter hasn't been snowy at all. Most of the snow we got came before Halloween. Ask a child to draw Spring and you'll get green grass and butterflies. But Spring up here is usually... well, it can be snowy. If it isn't snowy it's muddy. It's rainy. It's definitely still cold. Last year the boys played T-ball in winter coats.

Instead of Groundhog Day, I like to celebrate Imbolc. I'm not actually a pagan, and I only know what I remember from my days of celebrating this meal with my friends. Like other holidays, it centered around the food - creamy soup and sauces, egg tarts and eggy, creamy desserts. It's about fertility and rebirth.

Unlike Christmas, which comes way to early in Winter, and Easter, which is way too late to help, (especially when it's rainy and cold and you think you should be outside hunting eggs in the yard) Imbolc comes at a time when spirits are low and the dreariness of winter has really set in. It's going to be OK, it says. This will not last forever. Soon there will be green. Soon we can start over, or start something completely new.

Cable

We got rid of cable last week.

This is something we'd been talking about for some time. We get Netflix streaming. We have the internet. We have access to HULU. We were mid-test run to see if we could survive without cable.

And then our cable bill came with a notice that our bill was going up $17. We'd be paying $120 a month for the honor or getting TLC and Nick Jr. We didn't even get HBO.

Goodbye, Comcast. We don't miss you.

Dread

I just can't explain the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when a child's teacher comes up to me as I'm chatting to other parents and says "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

The past couple of weeks this has happened to me twice. It's never really a good thing.

Karate Schedule

Our karate schedule has changed.

The dojo is moving, and they recently lowered the minimum student age to increase enrollment. What that means is that they are moving students from the younger class to the older class a bit earlier than they have been.

Nathan has recently been moved from his class to the bigger class, which Nick is in.

This means I have half as many classes to sit through. Nate joins Nick in class on Wednesdays, we now only have one class on Friday and Saturday mornings, and we don't have any karate classes on Tuesday at all.

Of course I scheduled my CSA pickup on Tuesday at the place next door, so I need to show up anyway. But truthfully, it makes things a lot easier. There seems to be so much more time.

The boys miss the coffee shop, though. It's such a sweet place, with tons of coffee beans in bins, and comfy sofa chairs. They have internet access. The boys used to hang out during each other's classes and sip hot chocolate as they played their DS. Not just my kids, but tons of boys waiting during younger / older sibling's classes. We'd hang out, migrate over to the dojo to swap kids, and reappear with another bunch of small people in gi's.

With the karate class moving, we won't have the coffee shop anymore. It's probably a good thing, because the coffee can be expensive (I would buy myself a cup for each class, not to mention the hot chocolates) But I'll miss it. I may schedule time to myself there during the week. I need to pick up the dry cleaning and the farm stuff anyway, right?

Not Running

I haven't been running for over a month.

I haven't been running for over a month and it's making me miserable.

Let's forget, for just a moment, that the scale is creeping upward and my pants are getting a little tight. I certainly haven't become obese overnight.

But I feel so.... not good.

I still wake up early in the morning. Instead of running I have been doing yoga. Yoga is good for you, no matter what the crazy New York Times readers think. Yes, you can hurt yourself. You can also hurt yourself walking or running or chewing your food if you get too enthusiastic and stop paying attention. Yoga is supposed to center you and clam you and be good for your body.

But it doesn't make me sweat. Not usually, anyway. I'm not saying it's not good. It's easier than when I started, certainly, but it's not the same.

And I feel it.

I'm grumpier. I feel more... portly. I eat more junk food, even though I promise myself I won't. Or maybe it's just that we have more chocolate sitting around these days?

At any rate, I feel unwell. I've had to ask myself what I would do if this became a permanent situation instead of the temporary one I've been assuming it to be. The truth is, I really don't know, but I suppose I should figure that out and then try to integrate an alternative into my routine. An alternative that isn't yoga but something that really makes me sweat and give me a good workout but leaves my ankle alone.

Pirate Karate Guy

Andy likes to dress up. I'll turn around and he'll be wearing something like this.

"I'm a karate Pirate!" he'll say.

Knights

Gross

For Christmas, Nathan asked for Zombie Brains.

He didn't get them.

But he did get them for his birthday.

What are Zombie Brains? Well, apparently someone, somewhere, caught on to the fact that boys are really really gross, and like to gross people out. I have no idea why this is, but it's true of a lot of little boys. They burp and fart and then laugh. They make poop jokes, fart jokes, and they aren't funny. They're gross.

Well, Zombie brains go that step further. This is what it looks like.

And you add a couple of powders and some water and create gross things - brains, blood, barf (not kidding, it has a barf mix) and then.... YOU EAT IT! Seriously, it's one of the grossest things we own.

Frank

"Can't you see how busy I am?"

Hoarding

As some of you might know, I do my best do be ecologically aware.

NO! Don't Stop Reading! I promise not to get preachy!

Anyway, I started this blog in the hopes that I would stay motivated, and I made a few changes. Not many, but a few.

Like reusing things. Things we usually consider disposable. I started making an effort to throw fewer things away.

SO I started saving everything, thinking I could find a use for it later.

In a perfect world, I could find a use for these things. But turning old coloring books into wrapping paper takes time, and when I put off wrapping things to the last minute, I simply don't have the time. I usually grab a gift bag and shove the gift in there, which isn't the same thing. Even though I do re-use the gift bags.

Still, I kept saving everything. I save old clothing to sew with. I save ribbons and bubble wrap and especially brown boxes. It turns out there's a fine line between being green and becoming a hoarder. I'm not emotionally attached to any of this stuff, but I don't want to waste it.

The thing about brown boxes is... well, they take up space. They take up a lot of space, and every time anything is delivered, it comes in a new brown box. Which takes up even more space. Brown boxes are not really useful to wrap things in - items are usually already in boxes or the wrong size. And when it comes right down to it. I usually only send one or two packages a year.

After Christmas the guest room as a complete mess. I finally went in and started throwing things away.

Here is the recycling pile I had piled in the hallway.

This is almost all cardboard boxes. I have no idea how it all fit in one closet. It's gone now, off to the recycling. I'm very happy at the room I now have in that closet!

Anne-E / Rainforest Cafe

Today is my sister Anne-E's birthday. Happy Birthday, Anne-E! I love you lots!

Today is also the day of Nathan's Birthday Party. He said he wanted to go bowling. I called the bowling alley to schedule the party. He asked me how many people and gave me a time. And that was it. "We'll see you 10 minutes before the party" the guy said. They are supposed to be taking care of the pizza, the bowling, the cake, and the balloons. I am terrified that we'll show up and no one will be ready. It will be us and the 20 kids who have RSVPed.

On his real birthday MLK day, we went to the Rainforest Cafe. If you have never been to one of these places, you are missing out. Kind of. It's overstimulating in every possible way. Everything is green and leafy and busy to look at. Wait staff walk around talking into headphones. There is a very loud waterfall and very loud jungle background noise. There are robot animals scattered around the place that move every so often. Every half-hour there is a thunder storm, which is useful for telling just how long it is taking them to bring you your food, and each time it happens half a dozen toddlers begin screaming in terror.

The boys love it.

There is also a gift shop, and the boys love the gift shop. In fact, I told Nathan that I would buy him something from the gift shop as a gift. I also let Andy and Nick buy something with their own money.

The best part was dessert. Because it was his birthday, we got the chocolate volcano. It's foun large slices of brownie surrounding scoops of vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and chocolate and caramel sauce. It looks for all the world like a volcano. The waitstaff all started clapping and snaking around the place until they reached out table and sang a non-copyrighted version of a Happy Birthday tune to Nathan.

I have never seen him look so absolutely terrified.

But as soon as they left it was just him and the volcano. We all helped him eat it. This is the best picture I could get - one of the strands of volcano explosion is in his face. But he's happy!

I hope Anne-E's birthday is just as happy!

Planning Planning

One of my favorite things to do is plan vacations.

I currently have a couple of vacations in the works. One that I have nothing at all to do with, but I'm just going. This is a boat trip I'm taking with my parents in February. I have already started packing. Not kidding. Stop laughing.

I'm also planning a visit to Disney World, and I'm forcing some poor, unsuspecting people to come with me. They are all going to have a great time! This isn't until October. I'm making a dining game-plan.

Then there's Summer Vacation. We aren't going anywhere this year, but that means we get to think about all the little things we can do around here. We can take a side trip to NY. We can go to Storyland! We can go visit the mountains, or take day trips to the beach....

This is why it always seems like we have no time. Because by the time we get to any block of time, I've over scheduled us. Ugh.

But still, I love doing this!

Bananas

A couple of weeks ago, Nathan came home with Bananas.

Bananas is the class mascot. He's a stuffed monkey.

Bananas goes home with a different child every week or so. He has a journal, and whoever he goes home with (or that person's parent) gets to write about bananas's visit. People use photos, pictures, all sorts of things.

Nathan managed to bring home bananas, but forgot the journal, so the first weekend was journal-less. Then I had a busy few days. But Wednesday afternoon I finally taped a few pictured into the book and wrote a nice little summary of the fun Nate had with bananas.

And then there was no school on Thursday.

And then there was no school for Nathan on Friday because of the 90 minute delay.

And then there was the weekend.

And then there was a holiday Monday.

And then there was no school for Nathan on Tuesday because of a SECOND 90 minute delay.

Bananas has spent a lot of time in our home. Most of that time he's been squashed inside Nathan's backpack...

Tintin

Nick was invited to a birthday party at a movie theatre. The movie was Tintin.

I decided to take the other two boys to the movie, also.

I read a few of the Tintin comics when I was a kid. In french, of course. I never quite got into it. Still, it was a bit of a nostalgic thing for me, so I went in without high expectations.

I loved the movie.

Maybe this makes me sound old, but I was very impressed with the animation. It's so hard to me to come to terms with the fact that animated film has come so far. I was blown away. Really.

The movie is an action / adventure film. It's a mystery. No wonder I didn't like it when I was a kid. I was much more a comedy gal. Or at least a female sidekick I could empathize with.

Anyway, I recommend this movie. It's fun. It's a bit more violent than the other movies I've taken my kids to - remember, Andy is only 4. But the boys were great. Much better behaved than some of the kids at that party.

P.S. Why did they have to change the dog's name to Snowy? Why couldn't they just call him Milou?

Almost Cleaned Up

Our home is almost all put back together fromt the mess Christmas put us in.

I still have to finish cleaning the guest room. It's my version of a presents room. During December the room because full of shipping boxes and tissue paper. There was so much stuff all over the floor that it because impossible to find any gifts I might have wrapped or left unwrapped.

Aside from that, which is a larger project, I also have to move the spinning bookshelf into the living room. We had moved it to put the Christmas tree there.

I keep thinking I've got all the ornaments and knicky knacky things put away, but then I keep finding one more thing I've forgotten.

Nathan turns 6

Happy Birthday, Dear Nathan

Please don't grown up too fast.

His Deepest Wish....

Friday school had a 90 minute delay.

This happens when the weather makes the roads bad, but as soon as they're cleared the day will be fine.

But Nathan is in Am kindergarten, which means he's done shortly after 11am. When there is a 90 minute delay, he has no school.

And Andy goes to a preschool which people depend on as a daycare. So it is open at the regular time.

Nick cried because he had to go to school.

And Andy cried because, when it was time for him to leave, his brothers were both still at home building a lego city.

I sat with Andy and reminded him he loved school. Then I told him I was going to the grocery store that morning. "I'll get you anything you want. What do you want? Yogurt smoothy?"

"No!" Andy said.

"Do you want.... oreos?" I asked, kicking myself. Why did I say oreos. Now of COURSE he's going to say he wants oreos, and I'm going to end up eating half of them...

"No. Not oreos." Andy said, wiping tears off his face.

"OK, then what would you like me to get?"

Andy looked at me for a few moments. And then he said, "I want fish."

Oreos and smoothies, and the boy chooses fish.

Squashy shquashy

Thursday we had snow.

It wasn't a lot of snow, but it was a persistant, wet snow. So the schools in the district were all closed.

The boys played outside for an hour, which is a long time for them in snow. When they cames back in, they were soaked. Nick's coat didn't even dry out in time for school the next morning.

I took advantage of everything being closed, no library times to volunteer for, no one to pick up from school. I made butternut squash bread. I made two loaves, one plain, and one with ginger. And then I made a batched which I cooked in the donut machine. It takes ten minutes to make five donuts. And they aren't really donuts, they are just donut-shaped butternut squash breads. But the boys love them.

For the past two days I have eaten nothing but squash bread.

Friday the 13th

Today is Friday the 13th.

I don't actually believe in Friday the 13th. I have the idea that we think "this is the day bad things happen." And then when the milk spills or we stub our toe, we see a non-existing correlation.

I do, however, still think Thursday the 12th is dangerous and we should all just stay in bed. Could it be coincidence that we had a snow day yesterday?

Update: this morning school had a 90 minute delay. This means no AM kindergarten, so Nate does not have school. When he learned about this, Nick started to cry. He hates school, and IT ISN'T FAIR that he has to go when Nathan does not.

Meanwhile, Andrew does have school. But the driveway is so ice Steve told me I wasn't going anywhere. Which won't keep me from trying. But happy 13th, Yo.

Give A Pig A Pancake...

For Christmas we got an ebleskiver pan.

You know Ebleskivers? The filled pancakes from Norway? They are really big right now at William Sonoma?

Anyway, we ended up with the pan and two containers of mixes. After I write this I'm going to go try and make my first batch. I hope it works, because I also have a recipe for chicken bites using the thing, and I was planning on making those for dinner in a few days.

Aside from the ebleskiver pan, one of my sons also got a donut machine. It's looks like our quesadilla maker or our waffle maker, only it's yellow and has painted sprinkles on top. And it makes itty bitty donuts. I promised Nick we could try and make some of those this afternoon, because he's waited SOOOO LOOONG!

This also reminds me, I have frozen squash and frozen squash puree which I really need to use up in soups and pumpkin breads.

This all comes at a very awkward time, as I'm not running at all, thanks to my stupid ankle.

Ankle

My ankle doesn't hurt anymore.

I've been waking up early and doing yoga - a gentle stretching workout that I don't really consider working out because I don't sweat. My heart rate increases only ever so slightly. I can re-wear my workout clothes.

I really really want to start running again. I've been moody and sluggish and off balance. I think it's because I stopped running. I haven't been able to find that same release in yoga, and I don't have very many other choices for working out.

I've told myself that I might not have to wait until the end of January after all. The pain has gone away, and the little lump has all but disappeared. If I don't experience any pain, I can run as soon as I get the treadmill serviced (I think that might be part of the problem.)

I just really want to get back to it, and to keep myself from adding extra pounds or getting too soft before I need to wear a bathing suit in February.

The thing is, if I'm wrong, I could be setting myself up for an even longer recovery period, and an even more serious injury.

Primary

I live in New Hampshire.

This means that today, I get to Vote.

The biggest issue that I have heard my fellow New Hampshire folk discuss is this: Should I vote for a Republican candidate and try to mess with their results? Because I think they are actually all escapees from a special mental institution.

I can also vote for a democratic candidate, including endorsing my continued support for Obama, should I desire to do so.

I have never voted in a primary before. I am going to vote today, and I'm voting not for strategic purpose. I am voting for the candidate I would like to see win.

For the record, that person is not a Republican.

Feeling Unwell

Yesterday, I didn't feel well.

I woke up early, did yoga, and was fine. But when I went upstairs to start making breakfast I felt nauseous. Not really sick, not like I was actually going to be sick, but just a general, overall feeling.

This was a problem, because I was supposed to do my grocery shopping as soon as the boys were at school.

And I did. For the first time I wasn't tempted to buy every treat I passed. I didn't even want to buy the things I had to buy. I just wanted to sit and stare into space.

Which I did, after getting home and putting everything away. I crawled into bed and stayed there for three hours. It was oddly nice. Maybe I was just tired?

Happy Birthday, Grampa!

I just realized he's not smiling in this picture. Dad, I hope you have a Very Happy Birthday! We love you.

The Photo Situation

When I got home from New York, I sat down with my computer and punched out a number of posts. Enough to get me through to this morning. I had everything I needed, including beautiful photographs.

Now it's Saturday morning, and I was hoping to sit down and punch out a week's worth of posts again. I eve have a number of ideas. What I don't have, unfortunately, is photos.

See, I was so busy rushing around all week long, that I forgot to take any pictures. It's too bad, really. Pictures make the posts so much more interesting. After all, making pancakes really isn't worthy of a blog post.

O, Christmas Tree!

My parents have a fabulous Christmas tree.

Part of it is the super-high ceilings they have, which can accomodate a 12 foot tree. The other part is a quality wired fake tree with ten times more ornaments than can fit. And not just glass balls, either. These are fabulous ornaments. Here are a few of my favorites.

Be It Ever So Humble

No matter how great the trip is, it's always good to be home.

Happy New Year!

When most people do New Year's in New York, they get this:

Remember, this is twelve blocks from the dropping ball.

Thanks to Linda and my parents, when we do New Year's in New York, we get this:

Oh, yes. My family knows how to have a party.

Of course, by the time the ball actually drops, we're more like this:

Peter Pan

One of the reasons we went to New York as early as we did before New Year's is because my mother had acquired tickets to see Peter Pan, with Cathy Rigby. I will refrain from giving my full opinion on the production. I will just say that the musical numbers and the choreography were fantastic, and the boys had a wonderful time.

They even dressed for the occasion in some of their holiday finery. Check these guys out!

2012

It's very unlike me. I haven't posted in days, and I hardly know how to approach the subject.

You see, instead of leaping into the New Year, I kind of stumbled into it. Now that we are home, I am finding myself tired, with so much laundry to do. So many things to put away. The house is still bedecked for Christmas, and all of these decorations need to be put away. Every surface is littered with stuff, a collection of wrappers, directions, ornaments, wires, and small toys. We have more chocolate than some of the smaller states, but alas I am no longer running due to my heel, and this morning my bathroom scale said "Up 6 Pounds!" Which is alarming because I didn't think I had eaten very much in the past couple of days.

And I still haven't done my New Year's Resolutions, something I like to do as a way of setting goals for myself.

But more than that I'm feeling... well, I'm feeling very BAD. I mean, I feel mean. I'm snapping and complaining. Steve hates this blog because he says all I do is complain, and that my life sounds so drab and miserable and horrible and whaa whaa whaa. I think that #1 - he's missing the point #2 - he's taking things I say too personally except that #3 - it still hasn't gotten him to pick up his socks, has it?

In any case, I hate to think that this blog is all about complaining. It isn't supposed to be. Perhaps one of my resolutions is to make more of an effort towards a positive outlook?

This week I'll post a few pictures from our Trip to New York. I'm not telling you all about it, because a few things are better left never mentioned ever again. I'll be posting about the things too good to forget.

Achilles Heel

I love running.

OK, I'm not actually a big fan of running while I'm running, but when I stop, I love that I do it. I love that I CAN do it. I love how I feel, I love the strength it gives me.

Lately, I've been experiencing some pain in my calf. Not a severe pain, but in the morning it's tough to walk at first. It's stiffness, really. I have been blaming new shoes, ones with more of a heel than I usually have.

The other night I was rubbing my foot when I found a lump. It was right there on the back of my leg, the lower part of my calf. And even though it was small, it was a definite lump. I even checked my other leg to see if maybe this wasn't the way my leg was actually shaped and I'd just never noticed before. But not, it was only on this one leg. It didn't hurt when I rubbed it. Well, it hurt when I rubbed it too hard.

I showed Steve, who said "Yeah, it's a lump on your tendon."

THAT was the word I'd been looking for. Tendon. I had forgotten about tendons.

And the next morning I woke and ran, and the leg hurt just a little, but then it felt better so I kept going. But the lump was still there, so I looked it up on the internet.

I think I have Achilles Heel. Only they now call it "Achilles tendonitis." Usually there is no specific moment when people get this.It can be caused by an increase in miles or incline or by not stretching. There can be a lump on the tendon. I figured I don't have the chronic version, only the less severe kind. But if I don't try and fix it, it'll become chronic. Which is more serious and hurts all the time. I don't want that. Especially since the article I was readin talked a lot about the surgery one could get to fix the chronic tendonitis. It even had pictures.

At least I have an excuse for not running for awhile.

I just need to find an alternative. I've decided to try and do a little yoga - I used to do it, but stopped because of time. Maybe after while I can start something else? I'll get a bike in the spring, but.... I need something NOW!

Round 'n Round

It is the Tuesday before Christmas. I have a lot of things to do today.

I have four loads of laundry that are clean, but not folded, and gathering more wrinkles my the minute. I have gifts to wrap and deliver. The dishwasher is full of clean dishes. The Sink is full of dirty dishes.

Today is the day I plan on handing out holiday gifts to teachers. I have chosen to day because it is the last day of gymnastics class and piano lessons. I am explaining to the boys that I am going to bundle up the Christmas cookies and deliver them to the children's librarians (who are very nice and set aside books for my boys frequently) when Nathan shakes his head.

"You better go to the library without me, Mom."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I just threw up in the bathroom."

This changes everything. And not in a good way. Nathan seems fine. He's playing and happy. But he just puked. So I decide to let him stay home. I bundle up the cookies anyway and think that maybe I'll deliver them later. I leave Nate with Steve and drag Andy off to his gymnastics class. We arrive five minutes late, but deliver the gift to his teacher without a hitch.

This will be the easiest thing I do all day.

When I get home Steve is in some sort of tizzy. He is on a call, and manages to shout some sort of information about me needing to go pick Nick up from school and also to charge my cell phone. When I ask what's wrong with Nick, he just looks irritated, shouts something about them needing him out of there and him being really busy on the phone, and I take off to remove Nick.

At the school, it turns out Nick isn't throwing up, as I imagined. He also is not running a fever and he does not have any broken bones. He has a headache, and is complaining of not feeling well. If I had taken the call fromt eh nurse, I would have pushed back, because this is not a sick child. This is a tired child, and maybe a reluctant-to-be-at-school child, but he is not ill. The cough they mention sounds very purposeful to me.

But I bring him home.

So not I have al of the work to do AND three boys at home. They need lunch. They are all happily playing in the living room. No one would guess that two of them are sick.

I start to panic because I have to fold so much laundry, and the hampers are also all full upstairs - Nate has no pants in his drawer. I HAVE to do laundry. And make beef stew, because that's what's for dinner, and the vegetable drawer is full f parsnips because we keep getting them every week from the CSA and we never eat them because, let's face it, they don't taste that good. But today is pick-up day.

And should I take the boys to afternoon activities? Usually the rule is, no school, no fun activities. I would like to skip karate, but then what about piano? It's the last lesson for two weeks. And we have her little gift. Maybe we'll just skip karate and go to piano. But I have to go to the little plaza anyway to pick up the veggies from the CSA and the dry-cleaning.

And this is the game I call "Round 'n Round." I'll take them. I won't take them. We'll go to piano but not karate. I'll jus stay home and cook and fold laundry - I need the time. What should I do? What is the right thing?

I still don't know.

Mommy = Pack Mule

As part of our pre-Christmas holiday festivities, we are usually invited to Steve's Uncle's house for a Holiday get together. This year it was on a Sunday, and because it didn't quite make sense to go back home, we left for the party right after church.

Almost as soon as we got in the car, Nicholas asked me to hand him his 3DS. We don't let the boys play them at church, even before the service, during the choir rehearsal, but since Steve's uncle lives an hour away we told them they could play the things in the car.

Only I didn't remember Nick giving me his 3DS. "Are you sure you gave it to me?" I asked. "Because I'm looking in my bag and it isn't in here." Nope, I definitely did not have Nick's 3DS. Nick began to cry, sudden;y faced with two long car rides and NOTHING TO DO.

And I got irritated. Lets forget my kid's over-reaction, just for a moment. Forget the hours I spend in the backseat of a car squabbling with four siblings over one walkman and the 2 tapes we had (Billboard's hits of the 50's and REM's Green). Let's pretend Nick just shrugged his shoulders and then stared out the window for the whole ride.

Why the heck should I have his stupid DS?

Getting into the car from church, I had been carrying 4 coats - mine, and one for each child. I had three plastic bag of items from the Holiday Sale - one for each child. I had a small paper plate with a decorated gingerbread man cookie on it - the icing was still wet. I had a small paper plate with a painted candy cane ornament on it - the paint was still wet. I had a paper Santa beard with cotton balls glued all over it - the glue was kind of still wet. I also had my own bag with my wallet and my choir music.

See, my kids think it's OK to just hand me stuff. I'm supposed to be some sort of octopus, I guess, because I simply don't have that many arms. When I try and slow them down and explain that I can't carry this stuff - especially when we're at church or a party with other things and people to distract them - I can't even get them to look at me. It's infuriatingly obvious that they don't hear a word I'm saying, even though every other adult in a mile radius can hear me perfectly.

Even getting into the car that morning was a trial. I got my choir bag. And my coat. Then we have to remind the kids to wear coats, because they don't seem to realize it's winter. Then I had to bring the special "guest" box the church handed out before Thanksgiving. I grabbed my phone. Steve called out "Don't forget the GPS and the address" and I also remember I meant to bring a book for Steve's cousin. And the little boys are asking for snacks for the ride down - can I bring a candy cane? Can I bring this chocolate covered graham cracker?

I had so much to bring that I left a whole stack of things on the table. My phone, the book, the address (which I remembered anyway) and, of course, Nick's 3DS.

From now on I'm putting my foot down. Not Responsible.


This is, apparently, how Steve operates. He took the boys to Karate on Friday, and no one quite remembers where Nick's winter coat is. He's been wearing Nathan's. Good thing we have an extra.

It's Not Stolen... It's Put Away

(words from this post are taken directly from Dr. Suess's The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Only out of order and with a few changed pronouns. Also, I added a few lines so that it changes the context. If you haven;t read this book, then you should crawl out from under the rock you're living under and go and read it. It's cute. The movie has very little to do with it.)

It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

It came without packages, boxes or bags!

OK, I admit, it came with a few

Of the Who-sits, and What-sits, and thing-a-bobs, too.

A few weeks ago I determined to stop it.

Any more toys in this house would just... pop it.

Maybe Christmas - I thought - doesn't come from a store.

Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!

And despite all my efforts, we got all the junk

and the stuff and the things Santa sent us, The Punk.

A less stubborn person than I might be sad

But I'm going to enjoy this holiday. Too bad!

We have so much to be grateful for

And I'm going to stop lest I become a bore.

I HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!

IT CAME!

Somehow or other, it came just the same!

Wishing everyone a Very Merry Day, full of Peace, Joy, Hope, and Love.

And music and cake.

The Day Before Christmas

I forgot to post yesterday. The day just got away from me. But I do have a lot to say. A LOT!

First of all, we decorated a gingerbread house and a gingerbread train. These pre-fab things are more complicated than they look. I always have the worst time getting the things to actually stand up. I had to use a box inside the house and alphabet blocks for the trains. One got stuck in the train. You can kind of see it in the picture if you look. Also, this is the first year that, after constructing the frames, I let the boys decorate all by themselves. Thoughts?

This year I made the boys buy their own presents. Not the ones they GET, the ones they give. So you may be getting some... er... pretty odd things. They did most of their shopping at the Church Holiday Sale, where the Youth Group set up tables of donate items, sell them for very reasonable prices, and the proceeds go to something... heat relief or hunger or something. I donated a basket full of items. Half of these items my kids purchased back.

Many of the gifts are already under the tree. These are gifts from my sister Emily and gifts the boys are giving. It reminds me of being a kid - days before Christmas it looks like Santa has already been here.

Finally, I heard a new holiday song yesterday. It's The 12 Days of Christmas. I KNOW! How awful. There are only 3 billion versions of this song. But this one is different. First off, it's The Boston Pops, and it's just so very different. I tried to find it on iTunes, but I couldn't. The version there was this boring John Williams one. This is a new one. It's really funny! Especially if you're a music lover. I had to go to the BSO site and download it, but maybe there's a different way to give it a listen.

I'll post tomorrow to give an official Merry Christmas, but just in case you won't check in.... Merry Christmas to All!

Schedule - Ho Ho Ho!

Yesterday was Polar Express day for Nate. Today is Polar Express day for Nick. They are both going to school in PJ's. But Nick has gym so needs sneakers and both boys need to turn in their library books.

Andy has no school today, but has gone off shopping with Steve.

Today I will clean the house, take the cat to the vet (again!) and this afternoon the boys will put together 1 gingerbread house and 1 gingerbread train, and Steve will take Nick to get his hair cut. And then tonight I will make raviolis for dinner and then we will watch the end of The Grinch.

The End! Hope your days is fine, too!