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  • Saturday, September 30, 2006

    A Spoonful Of Sugar...

    Does anyone have any foolproof suggestions on how to get a twenty-month-old stubborn toddler to take liquid Benadryl? Anytime we need to give it to Baby Jack (which is every night before bedtime), it turns into a sloppy wrestling match with most of it ending up everywhere but his mouth. I hate fighting about it and I don't like to tackle him to successfully administer it. We've tried putting it in ice cream; we've tried chewable tablets; we've even tried pretending to give it to Baby Liv (so that Baby Jack "wants" it). We've run out of options. Nothing's working anymore because the boy is onto us.

    Any advice on how to do this and not rip out our hair or go gray from the stress of it all? He just won't take medicine of any kind. EVER.

    Gah!

    Friday, September 29, 2006

    The Windows To Our Souls...

    I thought it would be interesting to do a picture post on our eyes. So many times we read blogs and don't even know who we're reading. I feel that the eyes say a lot about a person. So, here are a few shots of my family's eyes. What do you see in them?
    I guarantee you'll notice the similarities between my eyes and Baby Jack's and Hubby's and Baby Liv's. Hubby's picture is a little blurry, but it was the best one of the three I shot. Java's eyes are typical Chocolate Labrador eyes, amber and friendly. Baby Liv's picture has rays of sunshine, indicative of her personality, that make her eye color stand out so much.
    These are some of my favorite pictures of us, actually. They tell a story.
    My Eye...

    Baby Jack's Eye...


    Baby Liv's Eye...


    Hubby's Eye...

    Java's Eye...

    Now, it's your turn. What do your eyes look like?

    Thursday, September 28, 2006

    No Vampires Allowed...

    Last night, Baby Jack wouldn't eat any of his dinner except for his garlic bread. Hubby had made spaghetti and meatballs and Baby Jack didn't want to have anything to do with it, even though it was delicious. Normally, he devours "meat cookies." Last night, however, he threw every single piece at the wall, pasta included. You should see my dining room wall. That boy's an artist; my wall is his canvas and all of his food (lately) is his medium.

    The only thing that boy would eat was garlic bread. He ate several pieces and wound up stinking like hell, even after his bath.

    One thing I'm sure of...no vampires will ever attack my son if he keeps up this love for garlic!

    Wednesday, September 27, 2006

    I See It More & More Each Day...

    Baby Jack looks a lot like my husband, but he's definitely got my eyes. They're almond-shaped, however, there an olive-green. My eyes are an odd color. They're an olive-green around the outside and an amber-orange around my pupil. Hubby's eyes are pretty similar to mine, though, only greener/grayer. Baby Jack also has my sister's hair color, exactly, and straight (so far). For a long time, Baby Jack looked like my Dad when he was a baby. Now, he seems to be changing. He looks nothing like he did when he was an infant, but he still has some similarities with my Dad.

    Baby Liv, on the other hand, has small facial features like me, but she's definitely got Hubby's eye shape. And she most definitely has my nose. Her eyes, however, are blue; not an ice-blue like my Gram's, but a dark blue around the edges and a lighter blue-gray around the pupil. She also has darker hair like Hubby, only straight (so far).

    If history repeats itself, I bet that Baby Liv won't look anything like this a year from now. I see so many similar features between the kids. They definitely look like brother and sister. Duh. They should because they ARE. Baby Jack and Baby Liv are a perfect combination of Hubby and me. And there are so many other similarities between them and family members on both sides.

    Isn't it funny how kids change and evolve as they grow? One minute they're your spitting image, the next minute you realize that they are their own person. It'll be interesting to see whose temperament they get. Heh...

    Tuesday, September 26, 2006

    Tidbits...

    Hubby has made an appointment to see the doctor about possible back surgery in the near future. As long as he's not working, he might as well get it done now. That's what's new around here. I'm not sure what the surgery entails or the recovery period. That's why he's going to the doctor; he needs to get specifics. If he did get a job soon, what are the odds that a new employer will let him take paid time off to get that done? Nil is my guess. We'll find out more on Monday morning and we'll take it from there.

    The kids are doing just great. Baby Jack is a handful, approaching his terrible two's with a vengeance. His bathtime is much better, too. He does, however, look to see where the water goes when he's done, so we try not to let him see it go down the drain. We don't want to perpetuate his fears. Baby Liv is having her own bouts of stranger anxiety lately. We hope it doesn't last too long. She breaks out into tears whenever anyone (other than Hubby and me) looks at her. All babies do it, so I'm not worried. It's a bit flattering, from a Mama's point of view.

    Java is getting fat from all the table food Baby Jack throws to her. Yeah...I gotta do something about that. She must be 95 pounds or more by now. She's one big drink of water, my lovely Chocolate Lab. She'll be three years old on October 8th, so I think we'll have to forgo having a cake for her this year. She doesn't need the extra calories.

    And me...I'm still Eatmisery, all piss and vinegar, but now with an added mushy, gooey core that's so sticky it makes you sick. Motherhood has definitely "softened" me, but every once in a while I catch a glimpse of the old Spitfire in me. Heh...

    Have a great day! It's International Tool Day, after all!

    Monday, September 25, 2006

    Gifts...

    You could use a laugh this fine Monday morning, couldn't you?

    Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back
    together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly
    mother.

    The first said: "I built a big house for our mother."

    The second said: "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."

    The third said: "You remember how mom enjoys reading the Bible. Now she
    can't see very well. So I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the
    entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him, he's
    one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse and the
    parrot recites it."

    Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks.... "Milton," she
    said, "the house you built is so huge. I live only in one room, but I
    have to clean the whole house."

    "Gerald," she said, "I am too old to travel. I stay most of the time at
    home so I rarely use the Mercedes. And that driver is so rude! He's a
    pain!"

    "And my dearest, Donald," she said, "the chicken was delicious!"

    Heh...

    Sunday, September 24, 2006

    Holy Smokes!...

    I took the kids to my Mom's yesterday. I wasn't planning on taking the kids because Mom just had surgery on Monday and I really didn't think she'd be up to it. However, Mom persuaded me to come by and spread some joy via my children.

    My Niece came with, too, and Hubby came by later so it was a family affair, full of fun and frolicking. However, upon arriving at my Mom's, we were greeted by another guest, one which we'd never met before.

    Meet Harry below.



    Yeah...that's exactly what you think it is. It's a fucking BAT! He (I don't even know the sex, but I'm assuming it's a male) was right next to my Mom's front door. When we got there, my Dad and my Brother came out and told us to go around to the back door because of the bat. No one knew what could happen or whether the bat was sick or how easily agitated it might get. Of course, I just HAD to take pictures of it! Apparently, the superviolent storms from the night before must've shocked the bejesus out of the bat because it attached itself to the stucco and hadn't moved since then. I did, however, notice that it was still breathing (and possibly shivering), so I knew it wasn't dead.

    How freaky is THAT? To have a bat next to the front door of your white stucco home in the middle of Chicago in broad daylight...all I can say is, "Holy Smokes!" Oh yeah, and the fact that I never knew bats were so...hairy (curly hair, at that). I guess that's why I gave him the name, "Harry." Heh...

    Saturday, September 23, 2006

    Women Are Like Continents...

    From 13 to 18 a woman is like Africa - virgin and unexplored.

    From 19 to 35 she is like Asia - hot and exotic.

    From 36 to 45 she is like America - fully explored and free with her
    resources.

    From 46 to 55 she is like Europe - exhausted, but still has points of
    interest.

    From 56 on she is like Australia - everyone knows it's down there but
    no one gives a damn.

    Heh...

    Friday, September 22, 2006

    Art Imitates Life...

    I don't normally write about television shows, but this one hit home hard last night.

    Last night's episode of "ER," for those of you who follow it, really struck a chord in my home. At the end of last season, a very pregnant Abby collapsed from a loss of blood. It turns out that she suffered a placental abruption and needed an emergency C-section. The baby isn't doing well and Abby had to have a hysterectomy because her uterus wouldn't stop hemorrhaging.

    Not too long ago, I gave birth to Baby Liv the same way. The only difference is that I didn't need a hysterectomy. I remember being on the operating table and the doctors were just whispering to each other and waiting. I asked them what was wrong and they told me they had to wait for the bleeding to stop. It seemed like it took forever, really, and it did. An hour beforehand, I had collapsed several times just getting around my home and to the garage to get in the car to go to the hospital. Last night's episode gave me the chills, which I still have today.

    So, there I was in the "crucifix" position, waiting for my bleeding to cease, wondering if my baby was okay, grappling with emotions that were thrown at me in such an emergency situation.

    How lucky I feel today to be healthy and safe and to have a little girl who has no idea how terrifying her introduction to the world was for all of us involved.

    That's why yesterday's episode of "ER" hit home so hard. I know it's only television, but sometimes those situations really happen. I'm still on the verge of tears, but my daughter's smile makes them tears of happiness and gratitude that our future is so hopeful.

    Thursday, September 21, 2006

    Important Bullets...

    *My Mom is better. I saw her yesterday. She's at home now, recovering from her emergency open appendectomy on Monday. She can't lift anything heavier than five pounds and she needs clearance from her doctor before she can do much more. She'll be fine as soon as she gets past the initial hurting. She's 65 years old, so it won't be as easy for her as it would've been had she been thirty years younger. She's a tough cookie, though.

    *Hubby's got an interview that we hope is promising today. I never mentioned it before, but he was laid off from his job as an Operations Manager (of a chain of five sporting goods stores) at the beginning of the month. Since then, he's been job hunting and watching the babies while I'm at work. Yeah...we're pissed about him being laid off after doing so much for the company he worked for for seven years, but he's getting to spend some quality time with the kiddos right now. In the end, that's all that matters. Keep your fingers crossed that he finds a job he loves again.

    *Baby Jack is better in the bathtub now. Hubby makes it fun, so little by little, he'll learn to sit in it again. For now, he's still standing in it. It makes it easier to wash him, except for his hair. This too shall pass.

    *Fridays just can't come quick enough anymore. (As if you didn't already know this!)

    *Baby Liv is still chubbyfat. And we love her just the same. There's something about her smile that just makes my core turn to mush. I'll have to post some more pictures soon.

    *My contribution to "Half-Naked Thursdays" is that I'm naked underneath all of my clothes. Heh...

    Have a great Thursday!

    Wednesday, September 20, 2006

    Great Mornings...

    Each morning before I leave for work, I nurse Baby Liv at 6:45am. It's our quiet time together. Whether she's awake or not, she gets nursed (so I don't blow up at work and leak all over the place). First, I change her diaper. Then, I nurse her. After that, we say our good mornings, exchange smiles, and bond. It's the most important part of my day, really, and also my favorite (next to coming home).

    Baby Liv "talks" to me every morning. She tells me that it's going to be a great day. And I always listen to her. The way she looks into my eyes is the most precious thing to me. Ever. It's just as precious as when Baby Jack gives me his "snarky" look. I don't always get to see Baby Jack before I leave for work because sometimes he sleeps later than I expect. I miss him a lot when he doesn't see me off for work.

    Every morning is a constant reminder that the day can only get better. It always gets better once I come home, safely into the arms of my waiting children.

    Tuesday, September 19, 2006

    My Mom...

    My Mom had an emergency open appendectomy yesterday morning. She thought it was just a stomach ache Sunday night. Apparently, it wasn't because she couldn't even put on her socks yesterday morning, it hurt so bad. My Dad and my Brother took her to the emergency room and it was caught in time. Her appendix did not rupture, thankfully.

    She was in terrible pain last night when I saw her. And she's tired and weak and nauseous...the whole nine yards. Keep her in your thoughts, please.

    Monday, September 18, 2006

    How Does He Do It?...

    My nineteen-month-old son has figured out how to get the side bar down on his crib. Has your child ever done this? Lucky for us (and him!), he doesn't try to climb out yet. I'm sure that'll come soon, though.

    For the life of me, I cannot figure out how Baby Jack is getting the side of his crib down. It's hard for the adults around him to do it sometimes, so I can't figure out how he's able to do if from the inside of his crib. We literally have to pull the bar up and press the bottom of the side in with our leg to bring it down to let him out. So, how is it that he's able to do this while he's still in the crib. We're very diligent about making sure it's secure before we leave the room. Could he know something we don't?

    It could be the jumping (translation: his crib literally becomes a wrestling ring at night) or maybe he's just skilled in ways I never imagined (translation: future safecracker or lock-picker). Whatever the reason, it's scary. I swear, that boy's a genius sometimes. It's safe to say that he's definitely keeping us on our toes.

    Who knows what he'll do next? I shudder at the thought of it.

    Sunday, September 17, 2006

    Why Bother?...

    Last night, after the kids went to bed, I decided to do something pretty for myself. I gave myself a French manicure. I also painted my toenails a light pink shade, too. I had the time, which doesn't happen often, so why not?

    This morning, I woke up with an imprint of the pillow case on my right thumb. I also cut into the polish on my left thumb with the knife I was using to cut up Baby Jack's pancakes this morning.

    So, why did I bother and why should I ever bother painting my nails again? I'll tell ya why (because you asked):

    For a brief moment, I was able to feel pretty and didn't have to worry about picking dried food off my pants, wiping boogers off a toddler who doesn't want me to wipe his boogers, or the spit-up that constantly seems to run down my back. For a brief moment, I felt slightly glamorous, all woman, girly-girl.

    And that is just precious to me. Moments like this don't last long, but if I can still sneak some in from time to time, I'll be just fine. Even Mama needs "Mama Time" every now and then, no matter how long it lasts.

    Today, my manicure is no longer perfect, but I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get. My babies' needs come before my needs always, and I'm okay with that (as long as I can get a little time in for me every once in a while).

    Saturday, September 16, 2006

    I Can Put A Fire Out With My Mama Milk...

    We had our first fire drill of the school year on Thursday during second period. While at lunch, my principal sat down next to me and we had an interesting discussion.

    Me: You know, you should really tell me when we're going to have a fire drill.

    Him: Well, we didn't let anyone know this time...not even the security guards.

    Me: I'm special, though.

    Him: Why's that?

    Me: If you must know, had I been pumping breastmilk at the time, I most certainly wouldn't have run out with my pump still attached to my...you know. Imagine that!

    Him: (totally blushing at this point, closing his eyes, bowing his head while shaking it) Uh, yeah. You're right. Next time, I will most certainly let you know in advance. (completely unsure of what to do or say next, a most awkward moment for him)

    Everyone else at the lunch table = laughing their asses off, complete with gesticulation
    Principal = humored, slightly uneasy, won't ever forget this conversation
    Me = living rent-free in his head (whenever the poor guy looks at me, I know all he can think of is "What the hell is a breastpump, how does it work, and what does it look like?")

    And everyone still looks at my boobs when they talk to me. (No...I'm not leaking, but I bet I could put a fire out with the amount of milk I have at any given time. Heh...)

    Friday, September 15, 2006

    Mamamamamamamama...

    Baby Jack keeps repeating "Mama" every chance he gets. I don't quite think he's addressing me directly. I just think he likes the way it sounds.* He knows what it means, however, because he looks right at me when he says it and smiles.

    And he likes the way I giggle profusely every time he says it.

    *Me = Smiling so hard my face feels like it's going to fall off

    Thursday, September 14, 2006

    New Tricks...

    Trick #1 - Baby Jack can put his entire nummy in his mouth now...and close his mouth. He's got the biggest ones they make, but apparently he's inherited his Mama's big piehole. In order to prevent him from doing this (out of boredom, we think), he's now being weaned off his nummy except at naptimes and bedtime. Consequently, he's become a holy terror, going through "nummy withdrawal" all day long. This does not make for a happy household, but it will pay off in the long run, I'm sure. Hopefully, in a few days he'll "forget" that he "needs" his nummy and will be grateful to have it when he's sleepy and in his crib. We're also hoping that he'll stop throwing it out of the crib when he's pissed about having to go to sleep (that means we won't have to make umpteen trips up to his room to give it back to him in order to keep him from screaming bloody murder about having thrown it out in the first place). Wish us luck!

    Trick #2 - Baby Jack likes to get on all fours, press his forehead onto the hardwood floors, and skid his forehead across the floor. Maybe he likes the sound it makes, but I sure don't like the big red marks he gets from doing it. Yeesh. I told you I needed to cover this boy in bubble wrap. He's nonstop, you know.

    Trick #3 - Baby Liv likes to snore...just like her Mama (and Baby Jack, too). Do you think they got that from co-sleeping with me? Heh... Gee...I wonder when she'll start bending her knees in the middle of the night while she's asleep...just like her Mama. Only time will tell.

    Trick #4 - Hubby can multitask. Not only can he watch both kids, but he can also do laundry AND cook dinner while doing so. Not bad, huh? I landed quite a good catch. Me = Smiling...

    Trick #5 - I've discovered that I can still do a backbend and come up from it. Heh... Not bad for two C-sections in the last two years...

    What about you? What kind of tricks do YOU have up your sleeve? Do share.

    Wednesday, September 13, 2006

    Happy Birthday, Hubby!...

    Thirty-four years ago today, the love of my life was born. He and I first crossed paths in 1991, in a college class called "Universe: Past, Present, and Future." We also wound up taking several classes together, too, because we had the same major. We were both nineteen years old. Once we met, there was no turning back. We were great friends first and our relationship bloomed from there. I remember when I first saw him, I told a friend, who was standing next to me, that I was going to marry that guy. I sat down next to him, introduced myself, and in 1999 we eloped in Maui. I was destined to have this kind of love.

    He and I share a wonderful life. We have two babies; we've raised two dogs; we've made a lovely home for ourselves. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. We met because it was supposed to happen. He changed my world for the better.

    I've known this wonderful man for the last fourteen years (that's 41% of my whole life, so far!) and he's been by my side through thick and thin. He is my rock.

    Happy Birthday, Dear! You're the jam in my jelly roll.

    Tuesday, September 12, 2006

    Freaky...

    Don't cheat.

    First, watch this video in its entirety. The ending is the most important part, really.

    Then, read the subject's bio.

    It's bizarre, to say the least.

    Monday, September 11, 2006

    Look At Today's Date...

    ...and remember.

    Peace.

    Sunday, September 10, 2006

    Low...

    Did you ever feel like there was just so much on your plate and that, at any minute, it could all fall apart onto your lap and all over the floor?

    Yeah. That's pretty much how I feel right now. I don't post much about what's troubling me, but I can tell you that it has to do with many, many things coming at me from all directions.

    I don't know where to put my feelings. I wish I didn't have to feel. Does that make any sense?

    I just want all of these things that are completely out of my control to just resolve themselves and make my world normal again.

    This just can't be happening, all at once. It's more than any one person can handle. And it's a lonely world right now.

    Add one more thing to my plate and I just might crack.

    Saturday, September 09, 2006

    The Inevitable...

    You knew that as soon as I posted about Baby Liv fighting tooth and nail and not drinking booby juice from a bottle while I'm at work, the inevitable would happen.

    She drank a bottle of liquid gold for Hubby on Thursday when I was at work. It gets better. She also drank two bottles of liquid gold for Hubby yesterday while I was at work. She's also started bananas and we've increased her rice cereal intake, too. And she's loving it all now. We've also introduced her to the Evenflo Supersaucer and I think she'll have a lot of fun with it. Go figure.

    Now, let's hope both kids can sleep past six in the morning more often. This past week was crazy! They don't want to stay in bed. It's almost as if they want to see me off each morning. I think they actually like me.

    Baby Jack likes to eat his meals out of a bowl now, courtesy of Hubby. He also likes to hit his big melon head on stuff. You'll see the pictures of yesterday's horrific goose egg on his forehead below. And, yeah, I gave him Tylenol before he went to bed. That's going to be one helluva headache, if you ask me.

    The happy, chubby, fat Baby Liv...

    Yes, I know this toy was recalled...

    The Horrific Goose Egg, Picture #1 (of many, many that I took)...

    Not even a goose egg can keep a hungry Baby Jack down for long...

    Little Sister Baby Liv is enjoying her Evenflo Supersaucer and admiring her Big Brother Baby Jack!

    Have a great weekend!

    Friday, September 08, 2006

    Why Can't They Stay Little Forever?...

    One year ago today, I posted this.

    Time flies when you're making babies! Heh...

    Today, Baby Jack is nineteen months old and Baby Liv is five months old. I still can't believe they're growing up so quickly. I'm going to take my time and enjoy this. They aren't babies forever.

    *Sigh*

    Thursday, September 07, 2006

    Nipple Confusion Or Just Plain Ornery?...

    Baby Liv just won't take a bottle from anyone. It's making me crazy. She'll nurse while I'm home, but she won't take a bottle while I'm at work. She just screams her ever-lovin' head off.

    She's getting cereal with booby juice in it, three times a day, but she won't take a bottle. I've tried different bottles and different nipples, too. Nothing works. Any ideas on how to get her to like it? I realize it's not as comforting as nursing, but she's got to realize she has to EAT while I'm not home. This is driving me, and everyone else, batty.

    And there's nothing worse than me being at work knowing that my daughter refuses to eat unless I'm there.

    HELP!

    Wednesday, September 06, 2006

    What Movies Teach Us...

    Large, loft-style apartments in New York are within the price range of
    most people, whether they are employed or not.

    At least one of a pair of identical twins is born evil.

    Should you decide to defuse a bomb, don't worry which wire to cut. You
    will always choose the right one.

    During all police investigations, it will be necessary to visit a strip
    club at least once.

    If you are blonde and pretty, it's possible to become a world expert on
    nuclear fission at age 22.

    Radiation causes interesting mutations, not to your future children,
    but to you, right then and there.

    When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your bedroom
    will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.

    The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in Paris.

    If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will soon be thrown
    through it.

    Most dogs are immortal.

    Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary to
    turn the steering wheel vigorously from left to right every few
    moments.

    Word processors never display a cursor on screen but will always say
    "Enter password now."

    A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.

    You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the
    mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home.

    All grocery bags contain at least one loaf of French bread.

    It's easy for anyone to land a plane providing there is someone in the
    control tower to talk you down.

    Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not
    be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.

    A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but
    will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

    Honest and hardworking policemen are traditionally gunned down three
    days before retirement.

    It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving
    martial arts; your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one
    by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out
    their predecessors.

    If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate strange noises
    in their most revealing underwear.

    If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone else on the
    street will know all the steps.

    All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red
    readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.

    The White House can be seen from any window in D.C.

    Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their
    arch-enemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley
    systems, deadly gasses, lasers and man-eating sharks, which will allow
    their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.

    Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure
    they are deliberately assigned a partner who is their opposite.

    Television news bulletins usually contain a story that affects you
    personally at that precise moment.

    Tuesday, September 05, 2006

    Baby Jack's New 'Do...

    This is "before."

    This is "after."

    I cut Baby Jack's hair the other day. It looks great, I must say, for being done by someone who's not in the field of cosmetology. Hubby distracted him with his toothbrush and a comb while he was in his highchair after lunch. That's when I gave my boy his layered cut. Whaddya think?

    Monday, September 04, 2006

    Only A True Cubs Fan...

    ...would wear this shirt. And, unless you're from Chicago, you just can't understand this. Heh...

    Sunday, September 03, 2006

    Where An Old Door Closes...

    ...a new one opens. You just gotta believe that. Sometimes life hands you blessings in disguise. You don't know it's a blessing until later, though. The best part of starting a new chapter in the Book of Life is that you can begin fresh, start over, see things in a different perspective.

    New doors aren't bad. They're just new, foreign, leading to unchartered territory. New beginnings are necessary. They keep you grounded. Nothing is ever certain. Nothing is ever guaranteed. However, we are the masters of our own destinies. Each of us, alone, pick our paths toward happiness.

    I know, from experience, that happiness is entirely attainable. If it wasn't, no one would have any goals. Isn't that what we're all trying to do? Something better, something worthwhile, something that gives us the freedom our souls crave?

    Life may hand you lemons. Only you can make it sweet lemonade. It makes me hungry and thirsty for change. And change is so good. It really is good.

    Saturday, September 02, 2006

    He Survived!...

    I'm happy to report that Hubby survived the ongoing onslaughts of the children yesterday while I was at work. In fact, what he thought would happen didn't happen at all. He expected Baby Liv to give him a hard time. Instead, it was Baby Jack who wore him out with tantrum after tantrum, all day long.

    I was on my way home when he called me. He informed me that my daughter was ready for my booby. I told him that I was mere minutes from the house. When I got there, she was happy and gladly welcomed me home with a wide-open mouth. Baby Jack, on the other hand, was very quiet. He'd been on Papa's shit list all day, so he was extra happy to see me. I provide the comic relief, the distraction, if you will. And once I got home, Baby Jack started being nice to Papa again.

    Go figure. Life with children is chock-full of irony every single day. It's nice to see them smile at me when I come home. It's a great feeling, way better than I expected.

    Friday, September 01, 2006

    Ready, Set, Go!...

    I'm ready. All my beginning of the school year stuff is done. Lesson plans (for all of September, believe it or not), bulletin boards, gradebook setup, seating charts, copies made, materials gathered and ready for distribution, you name it...it's done. They love me there. Ya gotta love a good time manager, you know. I do it well. My shit is ready to go. Did you expect anything different? Hardly.

    Hubby's off today and is at home with the kids. Alone. I'm not going to call him, either. I don't want to wake the baby if she's sleeping and I don't want to hear her crying if she's not. Today will be the first actual day he's ever had both kids alone for longer than three hours. I'm sure he'll have a few more gray hairs, too, and maybe less hair by the time I get home. It ought to be interesting. Heh...

    Monday is Labor Day, so I have the day off. My next one is Columbus Day. Look at me. I'm already looking forward to my days off. That's the best thing about being a teacher. We get holidays off (even bogus ones no one else gets), winter break, spring break, and summers to yourself. Believe me, though; we need it. There's nothing like dealing with 30 hormone-ridden preteens to make you thoroughly enjoy coming home to two different dirty diapers and a smelly dog!

    TGIF!