I have been so busy lately trying to prepare for the coming of my little girls 3rd year. We have started to practice Latin, multiplication, reading, memorizing poems...... My brain is on overdrive. I am a very competive person by nature, and my Jordan is a very quick learner, so it has been easy to get her a head start on this years lessons. She even wrote a book called "My First Day of School" There were a couple of misspellings, but all in all it shows what she is expecting to happen the first day of school. It reads like a comic book with funny illistrations and such. For a nine year old she has a huge sense of humor. One of the pages got my attention though. She drew in a picture of what I can only guess is me on a bad hair day, and I am saying to her to study harder and make me proud. Ouch! Is she trying to tell me something? Am I pushing the poor child too hard? So the last 2 days I have been letting all children just run crazy and be kids.
We leave for California in 3 days!!!!! We have already packed most of the items we will be needing, and started to clean the house so it wont be disgusting when we return. I love the ocean. I usuall dig a hole in the sand and then find clams to put in the hole. I end up with somewhere around 100 clams in the sand hole. It is a weird thing, but since I wont get in the water, it is the pass time that I find joy in. I went to the library today and checked out some light reads. I just finished 9 books in 3 days, so I am on a roll.
I will post pictures of the trip when we get back. Pray for our safe travel please.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Only 7 more days till we go to Coronado Island! I am so excited I can not wait to play on the beach with the kiddo's. We are staying at the most beautiful hotel and the food is going to be just awesome!
Until then I am busy trying to get things in order for the trip. Bills must be paid, house cleaned, and meals ready in the freezer for when we return. My very best friend in the world is house sitting for me and so a huge load off my mind.
School time is fast approaching and I am filled with the great feeling of soon I will be sending one child out of the house each morning, and the girls fighting will be gone for a few hours.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I have been not sleeping very well at nights for nearly a week now. I find myself laying in the bed until nearly 5 am wide awake. I just can't toss the thoughts out of my head. Any thought. It is not like I am worried about anything. In fact life is pretty easy going right now. But then why the lack of sleep? 1 to 2 hours a night can make a person a bit crazy.
I spent one evening trying to turn off a song called "gonna write a letter" from the Doodlebops. I could not stop myself from trying to finish the song. I got a book out and tried to read till I fell asleep, but nope, I could not stop singing the SONG! This has been a bit much for me because the next night I lay awake wondering why I couldn't stop singing the song the night before. Do you see my pattern?
I have taken sleeping pills, drank relaxing tea, took hot shower before bed, prayed, but still the sleep is not coming. It is so quite and lonely at 3 in the morning. I actually woke my husband up Saturday night and told him all I knew of the King Henry the 8Th story. I have studied him for a couple of years now, and I know a lot of the mans history, so my husband got an hour long (at least) lecture of Henry. My husband finally told me that he had learned enough and for me to please be quite. Well, this was not a cool thing to say to someone at 4 int he morning when she has not slept in days. I went on to tell him about other exciting times in Europe's history. We ended up not going to church the next day because I looked like a zombie, and so did he. I am a bit sorry for keeping him awake, but like I already stated, it is so lonely being the only one up at that hour.
I am going to keep trying to get sleep at night, but did go to the library to stock up on more books just in case.
I spent one evening trying to turn off a song called "gonna write a letter" from the Doodlebops. I could not stop myself from trying to finish the song. I got a book out and tried to read till I fell asleep, but nope, I could not stop singing the SONG! This has been a bit much for me because the next night I lay awake wondering why I couldn't stop singing the song the night before. Do you see my pattern?
I have taken sleeping pills, drank relaxing tea, took hot shower before bed, prayed, but still the sleep is not coming. It is so quite and lonely at 3 in the morning. I actually woke my husband up Saturday night and told him all I knew of the King Henry the 8Th story. I have studied him for a couple of years now, and I know a lot of the mans history, so my husband got an hour long (at least) lecture of Henry. My husband finally told me that he had learned enough and for me to please be quite. Well, this was not a cool thing to say to someone at 4 int he morning when she has not slept in days. I went on to tell him about other exciting times in Europe's history. We ended up not going to church the next day because I looked like a zombie, and so did he. I am a bit sorry for keeping him awake, but like I already stated, it is so lonely being the only one up at that hour.
I am going to keep trying to get sleep at night, but did go to the library to stock up on more books just in case.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Jordan comes home in a week! I am so excited to be getting my little bundle of conversation back in the Sunny AZ state. She has been calling everyday, and tells me all about her adventures in Tyler. She got a hair cut, she's going swimming, she's going to the movies, slumber parties, 6 flags, etc......
Point is, she is having fun. But she also misses me. I bring the routine and the normal back into her life. I am boring, but stable. I am the homework, chores, and bed at 8 person. I hear it in her voice when she talks on the phone to me. She is in a constant state of "GO" while there with her grandparents, and they are trying to squeeze as much into their 32 days as they can. They want her to come back here and look forward all year long to returning to them. I get it.
She comes back Saturday and my house will once again be filled with her sweet self.
I read a friends blog the other day and she was telling about her child's adventure with poo, and I was thinking that if it happened to me I would just sit in a corner and wait till it was over then call for help. WELL, God has such a wonderful sense of humor, and I have been seeing it lately in my little boy. Just for the record, little boys are a lot different than girls.
My son had a diaper rash, and I am a firm believer that airing out the bottom is the best way to get rid of it. So, I took off his diaper and let him go free. He had just filled his diaper, so I figured it was safe, and really what harm could he do. HA! I went to the bathroom leaving the door open to listen to the sound of Doodlebops and my son in the living room. I swear it was only a few minutes in there putting on my makeup and doing as the Flylady says to do for my morning routine. I was putting my hair into a ponytail when it occurred to me that my son was quite, and this was very unlike him. I ran to the living room to find my son on top of my dining room table dancing and rolling his cars in his own urine. He was soaked, and so were the cars and my table and chairs. It had looked like he had stored up all his potty for this moment. He gave me the sweetest smile before throwing his wet car at me, hitting me in the head. Urine running down my face I could not stop giggling. Here was a completely disgusting situation and I must have looked crazy to my son. I know there is nothing in the flylady handbook to handle this situation. Forget the morning routine. I grabbed my son and his cars and threw him into the bath, while at the same time trying not to open my mouth to let the urine in.
No more airing out of his bottom. I went out and got diaper rash cream.
I know it is not as nasty as poo, but gross still.
Point is, she is having fun. But she also misses me. I bring the routine and the normal back into her life. I am boring, but stable. I am the homework, chores, and bed at 8 person. I hear it in her voice when she talks on the phone to me. She is in a constant state of "GO" while there with her grandparents, and they are trying to squeeze as much into their 32 days as they can. They want her to come back here and look forward all year long to returning to them. I get it.
She comes back Saturday and my house will once again be filled with her sweet self.
I read a friends blog the other day and she was telling about her child's adventure with poo, and I was thinking that if it happened to me I would just sit in a corner and wait till it was over then call for help. WELL, God has such a wonderful sense of humor, and I have been seeing it lately in my little boy. Just for the record, little boys are a lot different than girls.
My son had a diaper rash, and I am a firm believer that airing out the bottom is the best way to get rid of it. So, I took off his diaper and let him go free. He had just filled his diaper, so I figured it was safe, and really what harm could he do. HA! I went to the bathroom leaving the door open to listen to the sound of Doodlebops and my son in the living room. I swear it was only a few minutes in there putting on my makeup and doing as the Flylady says to do for my morning routine. I was putting my hair into a ponytail when it occurred to me that my son was quite, and this was very unlike him. I ran to the living room to find my son on top of my dining room table dancing and rolling his cars in his own urine. He was soaked, and so were the cars and my table and chairs. It had looked like he had stored up all his potty for this moment. He gave me the sweetest smile before throwing his wet car at me, hitting me in the head. Urine running down my face I could not stop giggling. Here was a completely disgusting situation and I must have looked crazy to my son. I know there is nothing in the flylady handbook to handle this situation. Forget the morning routine. I grabbed my son and his cars and threw him into the bath, while at the same time trying not to open my mouth to let the urine in.
No more airing out of his bottom. I went out and got diaper rash cream.
I know it is not as nasty as poo, but gross still.
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