Back to School 2011

First Day of School had so many plusses and minuses.

Quiet Naptimes - Plus.
Alone time - Plus.
Less T.V. - Plus.
No More Kindergarten for Katie - Plus.
Less messes - Plus & Plus.
Less fighting - Plus, Plus & Plus.

Rhyan's Last Year of Elementary School - Minus.
Levi's second Year of Middle School - Minus.
Getting Up Early - Minus & Minus.
I'm Getting Older (along with my kids) - Minus, Minus & Minus.

Dr Seuss is rolling over in his grave

Last night or this morning depending on how you look at it, I couldn't sleep. Instead of thinking of relaxing things, all I could think about was what would happen if Dr. Seuss lived with us.

If Dr Seuss ate at our house
I do not like that chicks and rice.
I do not think it very nice.
I will not eat it here or there.
I will not eat it anywhere.

Nor meat or beets or collared greens,
Or peaches, pears or gross green beans.
I only like my pasta bare.
No sauce will ever go on there.

You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.

I will not eat those things I hate.
They might make me suffocate!
I'll yell and shout before I'd eat,
Something that I loved last week.

If Dr Seuss lived at our house
Socks
Rocks
Blocks
Toy Fox

Socks and Rocks are on the ground.
Fox and Blocks are all around.
On the couch and on the chair.
On the floor and on the stair.

Clothes and shoes are here and there.
Books and wrappers everywhere.
This mess is so big and tall,
We can not pick it up at all!


Stay tuned for other great titles such as:

"Whorton couldn't possibly have heard a Who because apparently he can barely hear YOU!"

and

"The 500 hats of Bartholomew Cubbins...which are all over the floor!"

Eat out...it saves your sanity!

A cousin recently posted about all the yummy things she has made in the first 22+ days of marriage. I remember those days. Now days this is how dinner goes. Walk to gas stove with open flame and put pan on stove. Step over 10 month old crying & crawling on the floor because nobody will hold him. Remove 2-year-old from off the stool in front of the stove. Step over 10 month old still crying with 2 yr old now joining in. Move stool out of kitchen. Go back to stove and remove the 4 year old from in front of it. Step over 10 month old. Move second stool out. Turn around to see the 2yr old & 4 yr old both standing on the first stool in front of the stove, pushing each other, scratching, hitting and calling each other "stupid fat". Now baby is holding on to foot screaming and 6 yr old has turned on the Disney Channel at full volume. Ask 6 yr old to please turn it down. Turns it down by 1 bar. 10 yr old comes in and asks whats for dinner. Informs that its yuchy and sheis not eating and stomps upstairs. 12 yr old comes in and proceeds to make everybody cry and scream. Pot is now boiling over. Its 6:40 and I'm still not half done. Guess we'll be eating at 7:30...again.

So please cousin dear, enjoy your carefree cooking days. They are numbered.

Another Parenting Milestone

Last night Steve and I performed MacGyver-style nasal surgery using only a flaslight and a pair of tweezers. What makes kids think...hmmm, my life will never be complete unless I shove a piece of corn up my nose. Then listening to Kenna scream her head off as we went (literally) fishing for gold, Isabelle wanted to make sure she didn't miss any of the excitement and SHE stuffed corn up her nose. At least last night's antics didn't include a trip to the ER. I suppose that's all you can ask for since you apparently can't ask for common sense in children.

You're Stupid, Fat and Poo-poo

We've recently had problems with Isabelle calling people fat. She will say things like "Mom, that man is fat." She also points out who in the family is fat. Steve and I can't figure out where this obsession came from. We purposely don't talk about weight at home having one extremely thin daughter and one curvy daughter. I worry the correlation between saying things like "I look so fat" to causing eating disorders in girls. So we've tried to tell Isabelle that it's rude. (Which it is). We've tried to tell her that it hurts people's feelings. (Which it does). Nothing has worked, and finally we told her that it's a BAD word. Which is why now when she's mad and insults us she has added "fat" to her repertoire of her old favorites "stupid & poo-poo"