Really?

B reading to D

Sooo cute

Soft Blankie - Where are you?

We do have something of a mystery on our hands that lead to another discovery...
B decided a few weeks ago that 'soft blankie' didn't need to accompany us on every outing but this week she has been sick and decided she needed it. We looked and looked today and we can't find her. Fortunately, she is not that upset about it. But I was looking after she went to bed and found something else we have been looking for... Wait for it. D's shoes!!! We have been looking for them for about a month.
It is a story to tell you where I found them but I do not have the energy to type it tonight. But it was B that 'hid' them.
Before I found D's shoes - I said to MD - now that D is getting mobile and smarter - he can move things to places we would never think to look for them. Ugh.
Kids provide so much entertainment!

So if you see Soft Blankie - please send her home.

Blue Skies

Welcome to November.
With the blue skies this morning - I can't help but be hopeful.
I would love a week of sun. Especially this week.

Happy November!

Rockin'

To the Wiggles

Nervous Nelly

Thank goodness it is Friday.
I am so ready for the weekend.

Lots of things to do tomorrow that aren't in the routine which makes me a little nervous.
I like my boring routine and getting out of it is a bit nerve racking.

One of those things I get to do tomorrow is visit the doctor.
I think I have bruised a rib or two from my eight... or ten week coughing jag.
The final straw was when I sneezed and I think I felt something move yesterday.
I know they won't be able to do anything for me but the not knowing is worse than that.

Now please don't let me get the H1N1 at the clinic. cripes.

Update: After 3 x-rays - it was determined that my intercostal muscles are the culprit. So while I could have had a prescription for vicadin - I decided to stick with ibu.

ready for the weekend!

It is raining and dreary here today.
A perfect day to be home putting away toys, sorting clothes for give away, and knitting/reading while a frequently watched movie is playing in the background.

But instead I am sitting where I am always sitting at 9:47a.
It is so hard to be productive when my focus is somewhere else.

The Week of Candy

As I was starting to write this post I thought - what am I going to write about this morning, I need a title! And then I knew what I would write about. I want to think I am a pretty flexible person but really I need A to come before B.

But today I will be flexible and talk about today instead of getting wrapped up in a catchy title.

B went to daycare in her 'costume' today. You know it is really hard to talk to a 5 year old who KNOWS what she wants into doing anything. MD and I were trying really hard this year to get her all the pieces of her costume so she looked like a vampire but there is absolutely NO compromise in this girl. Which on the one hand I am proud of and on the other hand I am SO frustrated with. I am glad she is okay wearing her own clothes for her costume but the orange dress isn't very 'vampire-like'. I also was suggesting red lipstick but she didn't like the feel. So once again we are trying to remember that it is about what she wants to do and not try to push what is 'better' on her.

D is going to be a scarecrow but we will see how long that will last as well.

I promise to try to get pictures and post them later.

We have church Halloween tonight.

Happy Halloween!!!

Tick Tock

I was sitting at the dinner table this week and couldn't remember how old I was.
I wondered what that meant.
MD just walked by, read this, and said, "It means your old. Duh."

I choose to think that I have entered the 'age-ambiguous' time of my life.
For example - no one asks me how old I am anymore because it is an awkward question for a thirty-something. Does the person asking think I look older than thirty?
And I am no longer waiting anxiously to get older. Black balloons and 'over the hill' are exciting only for those birthday planners.

So at the dinner table I ended up putting an extra year on. I am not going to tell you what that number was. I guess that is another part of getting older - forgetting as a way to cope.

I really do love my husband...

Since the early years of my marriage, I have wondered out loud many times why on earth someone thought it was a good idea to share a bed with another human being on a regular basis.
It could have been a man's idea for obvious reasons or else it was pushed by women thinking that it was progress. Ugh.

Here are some reasons I don't like to sleep with my life partner:

1. I am a bit lighter than him so I roll to the middle and then am accused of 'hogging' the bed.
2. I don't generate as much body heat so I am accused of stealing the covers or 'hogging' the bed when I snuggle with him and fall asleep.
3. I like to go to sleep later than him which means I move the bed when I finally go to bed an hour or more after him. Which means he opens his eyes and looks at the clock so he can make me feel guilty.
   

Does every spouse, partner, 'bed sharer' feel this way or am I alone?

I say - lets rise up and show this culture that we want separate beds and better yet - separate rooms! Let the kids sleep together. They sleep through each other's noise and don't even change position when they get hit in the arm by the other's foot as they are traveling around the bed in their sleep.

You need more reasons to have your own bedroom? You should read this to confirm even further why we should sleep separately. His-and-her wings?? Now you are talking.

Okay - I am off to put my ice cold feet on my hubby. My sweet revenge.