Sunday, August 17, 2008
BLOG BREAK
Hi, my name is Cathy and I'm a blogaholic. Soooooo, I'm unplugging this machine for 28 days.....
Friday, August 15, 2008
4 NO MORE!
Well after at least 8 months of pestering me to be 5, Rylee's big day finally arrived! And in true Rylee fashion, her first words yesterday morning were "I was 4 last night but today I'm 5!" That was followed by a series of somersaults and high kicking jumps onto my bed....with Little Piddle in hot pursuit!
When she turned one we had a clown cake. At 2 it was nice cuddly bears. At 3 she asked for Dora. At 4, her request was for cars. At this point I should have clued in that we'd be doing out of the ordinary for my big girl. For big #5 - yup it was dinosaurs!
Pictures of her long-awaited Big Day:
When she turned one we had a clown cake. At 2 it was nice cuddly bears. At 3 she asked for Dora. At 4, her request was for cars. At this point I should have clued in that we'd be doing out of the ordinary for my big girl. For big #5 - yup it was dinosaurs!
Pictures of her long-awaited Big Day:
Her stats on her big day:
Height - 46"
Weight - 45 pounds
She really is my big girl!! lol
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
TOP TEN TUESDAY
TEN THINGS THAT MAKE ME CRY!
1) Lots of people/crowds cheering for someone - chokes me up when someone is nice.
2) Parades - kinda puts a crimp in my lifelong dream of becoming a clown.
3) Bagpipes - I'm done the minute someone starts honking away on those things.
Now let's put all 3 of those together and I tell yah it's agony! When you have cute kids, the candy-bearers at parades just zero right in on yah too...poor saps, I've scared a few Shriners in my day with the crying bit. Usually if it's a winter parade I can get away with it by saying it's the cold wind in my eyes....
4) Weddings
5) Funerals
Now combine #4 or #5 with a big round of #3 and yah get that "ugly cry" thing going. You know the whole contorted face thing, big choking sobs, whooping and wailing! Real sweet!
6) Gotcha Days or any remembrance of them - another "ugly cry" moment!! Geez, stop scaring the children!! So many mixed emotions on this...feeling so lucky to have your baby in your arms but so sad for them if they are grieving. I always get a crappy feeling too of who got left behind!
7) Remembrance Day tune they play right at 11:00 - real bad news! I got caught in a grocery store 3 years ago when they played it. I was just a mess!! I'm sure the cashier thought she'd have to call security....or at least a clean up in aisle 2.
8) Watching the grandparents with my babies...especially when they start to lose it a little...I mean cry not lose their faculties!
9) When I'm given something special that belonged to someone I loved. At Christmas this past year my Auntie Frannie gave me a note that I had printed when I was a kid. She had hung onto it for almost 40 years. I had an "ugly cry" and I had to leave the room for that one!
10) Just thinking about leaving my kids...which I never do!! I am so fortunate to be able to stay home and raise them myself. I can't imagine having to send them away everyday.
1) Lots of people/crowds cheering for someone - chokes me up when someone is nice.
2) Parades - kinda puts a crimp in my lifelong dream of becoming a clown.
3) Bagpipes - I'm done the minute someone starts honking away on those things.
Now let's put all 3 of those together and I tell yah it's agony! When you have cute kids, the candy-bearers at parades just zero right in on yah too...poor saps, I've scared a few Shriners in my day with the crying bit. Usually if it's a winter parade I can get away with it by saying it's the cold wind in my eyes....
4) Weddings
5) Funerals
Now combine #4 or #5 with a big round of #3 and yah get that "ugly cry" thing going. You know the whole contorted face thing, big choking sobs, whooping and wailing! Real sweet!
6) Gotcha Days or any remembrance of them - another "ugly cry" moment!! Geez, stop scaring the children!! So many mixed emotions on this...feeling so lucky to have your baby in your arms but so sad for them if they are grieving. I always get a crappy feeling too of who got left behind!
7) Remembrance Day tune they play right at 11:00 - real bad news! I got caught in a grocery store 3 years ago when they played it. I was just a mess!! I'm sure the cashier thought she'd have to call security....or at least a clean up in aisle 2.
8) Watching the grandparents with my babies...especially when they start to lose it a little...I mean cry not lose their faculties!
9) When I'm given something special that belonged to someone I loved. At Christmas this past year my Auntie Frannie gave me a note that I had printed when I was a kid. She had hung onto it for almost 40 years. I had an "ugly cry" and I had to leave the room for that one!
10) Just thinking about leaving my kids...which I never do!! I am so fortunate to be able to stay home and raise them myself. I can't imagine having to send them away everyday.
Monday, August 4, 2008
INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS
Has anyone seen MY baby? Oh this tyke may look like my sweet, happy, gentle baby, but she's definitely been replaced by her wicked alien twin.
Friday night: I was sent twice on a milk run for Her Highness II, all before 2 am. Then she has the nerve to pee my bed at 5:30. I start to question her earthly DNA. I was now up for the day.
Saturday morning: She prances around the playroom with her diaper half off, flings it in the air with her toe, then squats over it and pees. Houston, we have a problem!
Saturday afternoon: Brings some toys to the laundry room and when I kindly reminded her that toys belong in the playroom, stands a few feet away from me and stares right into my eyes. I picked up her toys and showed her where the playroom was. Less than a minute later, she flings a Barbie into the laundry room, stands there staring right into my eyes. Uh huh...sooooo we're going to play this game, are we? This time, I picked up Barbie and alien-child and take both to the playroom. I went back to my laundry, grinning victoriously...I had certainly won the battle. Noooope! Alien-child runs around the corner and RIFLES same Barbie at my feet then stands back (a little further away from me this time), still staring right into my eyes! Looks like I'll have to change battle tactics. I may need reinforcements.
Saturday evening: I am running her bath when she strips right down, does this wild little dance, then steps onto the scales and proclaims "ohhhhh"! I guess they've been watching this household from afar for quite some time! Two kids now in the tub...alien-child stands up and makes a grunting noise. When questioned, alien-child denies the need for pooping. Sits down and makes bubbles in the tub instead. Alien-child yells "toot" and both kids erupt into laughter. Alien-child, with wicked grin, repeats the performance...I will not be drawn into this...I look elsewhere, using my new strategy of seeming unaffected by the behaviour. Until, alien-child one-ups me. ABANDON SHIP!!! EVERYONE OUT OF THE TUB NOW!!! Called for back-up to get Rylee in the shower while I disinfected the tub toys.
The saga continues....
Friday night: I was sent twice on a milk run for Her Highness II, all before 2 am. Then she has the nerve to pee my bed at 5:30. I start to question her earthly DNA. I was now up for the day.
Saturday morning: She prances around the playroom with her diaper half off, flings it in the air with her toe, then squats over it and pees. Houston, we have a problem!
Saturday afternoon: Brings some toys to the laundry room and when I kindly reminded her that toys belong in the playroom, stands a few feet away from me and stares right into my eyes. I picked up her toys and showed her where the playroom was. Less than a minute later, she flings a Barbie into the laundry room, stands there staring right into my eyes. Uh huh...sooooo we're going to play this game, are we? This time, I picked up Barbie and alien-child and take both to the playroom. I went back to my laundry, grinning victoriously...I had certainly won the battle. Noooope! Alien-child runs around the corner and RIFLES same Barbie at my feet then stands back (a little further away from me this time), still staring right into my eyes! Looks like I'll have to change battle tactics. I may need reinforcements.
Saturday evening: I am running her bath when she strips right down, does this wild little dance, then steps onto the scales and proclaims "ohhhhh"! I guess they've been watching this household from afar for quite some time! Two kids now in the tub...alien-child stands up and makes a grunting noise. When questioned, alien-child denies the need for pooping. Sits down and makes bubbles in the tub instead. Alien-child yells "toot" and both kids erupt into laughter. Alien-child, with wicked grin, repeats the performance...I will not be drawn into this...I look elsewhere, using my new strategy of seeming unaffected by the behaviour. Until, alien-child one-ups me. ABANDON SHIP!!! EVERYONE OUT OF THE TUB NOW!!! Called for back-up to get Rylee in the shower while I disinfected the tub toys.
The saga continues....
Friday, August 1, 2008
SAD DAY
An unthinkable act was performed on a Greyhound bus traveling across our country yesterday. We haven't been given many details other than the gruesome ones that don't need to be spoken about out loud again. Eyewitnesses do report that during the attack, everyone ran from the bus.
EVERYONE...RAN...FROM...THE...BUS? Let that sink in for a moment....
What have we become...to be able to run and just leave that poor young man in the hands of that whackjob?! What if that had been YOUR son? I don't know who was on that trip, but I know for sure who wasn't on board.
No military guys
No hockey team members (male or female)
And certainly no good ole boys/rednecks/farm boys/my husband/real men
How do I know? Because that young man would have survived and the whackjob would have been handed his first class ticket straight to hell.
It's a sad day indeed!
EVERYONE...RAN...FROM...THE...BUS? Let that sink in for a moment....
What have we become...to be able to run and just leave that poor young man in the hands of that whackjob?! What if that had been YOUR son? I don't know who was on that trip, but I know for sure who wasn't on board.
No military guys
No hockey team members (male or female)
And certainly no good ole boys/rednecks/farm boys/my husband/real men
How do I know? Because that young man would have survived and the whackjob would have been handed his first class ticket straight to hell.
It's a sad day indeed!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
PICTURES
I had the camera out a few times this past week. I missed some awesome shots...but a good mother should run for bandaids ahead of the camera...right?! But I missed some awesome shots! lol
A stroll through the mini garden gave me these:
All I could hear from the kitchen was "row, row, row your boat...":
Rylee said Isaac shouldn't have to sleep by himself, so she got him a few friends:
And the awesome shots and video that I missed:
1) Rylee doing a tremendous dismount from her swingset, doing Mach 4, upside down...I had to get the first-aid kit instead. It was awesome!! She hung on all the way to the ground and didn't even cry! Very impressive! She looks up at me and says "you can't swing upside down". Words to live by...
2) Lying in the dark listening to Ry "read" Jack and the beanstalk. I almost peed my pants.
Excerpt: the giant made a terrible noise like thunder...Jack climbed down the beanstalk and threw his goose...he ran inside and told his mother to get him the axe....one two three, one two three, again and again he swung...twigs and branches fell and the giant was dead....no pillow or comforter was ever made from that goose...they lived happily ever after!
You had to be there. It was a riot!
3) Last night's episode with Little Piddle. Her skin felt like she was on fire!! Even the soles of her feet were hot. I couldn't hold my fingers under her armpit, it was incredible! She's much better this morning...she actually took some medicine...she's still running a fever though. It's definitely her teeth. 2 big fangs on the bottom are bursting through...poor little muffin. Big Daddy held her in his arms next to his chest with that look of concern on his face, the look that says I'm the Protector of this family....it just made me love him even more! I really didn't need my camera....I'll remember that shot for the rest of my life...
A stroll through the mini garden gave me these:
All I could hear from the kitchen was "row, row, row your boat...":
Rylee said Isaac shouldn't have to sleep by himself, so she got him a few friends:
And the awesome shots and video that I missed:
1) Rylee doing a tremendous dismount from her swingset, doing Mach 4, upside down...I had to get the first-aid kit instead. It was awesome!! She hung on all the way to the ground and didn't even cry! Very impressive! She looks up at me and says "you can't swing upside down". Words to live by...
2) Lying in the dark listening to Ry "read" Jack and the beanstalk. I almost peed my pants.
Excerpt: the giant made a terrible noise like thunder...Jack climbed down the beanstalk and threw his goose...he ran inside and told his mother to get him the axe....one two three, one two three, again and again he swung...twigs and branches fell and the giant was dead....no pillow or comforter was ever made from that goose...they lived happily ever after!
You had to be there. It was a riot!
3) Last night's episode with Little Piddle. Her skin felt like she was on fire!! Even the soles of her feet were hot. I couldn't hold my fingers under her armpit, it was incredible! She's much better this morning...she actually took some medicine...she's still running a fever though. It's definitely her teeth. 2 big fangs on the bottom are bursting through...poor little muffin. Big Daddy held her in his arms next to his chest with that look of concern on his face, the look that says I'm the Protector of this family....it just made me love him even more! I really didn't need my camera....I'll remember that shot for the rest of my life...
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