tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85424505220718903042024-02-06T22:27:20.292-08:00Parenting girls with a billion disasters or lesstifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-15923794672087806012017-05-06T16:30:00.000-07:002017-05-06T16:30:01.968-07:00Trying something<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-45104793856002357842015-06-24T17:18:00.001-07:002015-06-24T17:33:26.252-07:00Why You Don't Want to Die in Canada. <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> My birthday falls the week after Father's Day so this year we decided to take a trip to Canada to go to a Women's World Cup game. Woohoo Canada!? It all seemed really fancy. We got out our passports and clothes packed, we had a hotel with an indoor pool, and free breakfast. I printed our 5 World Cup tickets and off we went. With only a few set backs, like when I lost one of our tickets on the way to the game, we had a blast. I think the best take away from my birthday/ Father's Day Canadian adventure was this lovely conversation between Papa and Izzy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Papa: Izzy, put your seat belt on properly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Izzy: I like it like this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Me: You can't wear it like that Izzy, it's not safe. You could die if we got a car accident. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Papa: And you don't want to die in Canada, cause then you'll have to go to Canadian heaven, and it's not as nice as American heaven. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Izzy: I want to go to American heaven!! (fixes her seatbelt) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">With that said, here are our pictures. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This is a little blurry, but the girls thought the fact that the word Goal is But in French was the funniest thing ever. </span></td></tr>
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tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-35584500292363681692015-03-07T20:18:00.003-08:002015-03-07T20:18:47.600-08:00Things you don't want to know. <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> I am reading Mom's Night Out and I heard from a very credible source, that sometimes it helps to know that other people are having hard times. So here are some of my not so cheery thoughts from this week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> 1) I spent $9 and 3 hours doing laundry this week (this is not including the $20 and 10+ hours that I spend every week washing the laundry in the laundry room downstairs) just to wash every blanket and towel we own because Izzy and Emma threw up on every. single. one. of. them. Emma was sick, Izzy ate too many cheese-its.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">2) I am tired of my job. Like I don't spend enough time in a grocery store just buying food for a family of 5, I am now there 20 hours a week helping other people buy food. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">3) Also, thats 20 hours a week that I am away from my family. I leave for work when my husband gets home which puts us at about 70 hours a week of one of us being at work and the other home with the children. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4) I found some plane tickets to Orlando in May for $68 each way, and I kind of wish I homeschooled so that I could just go back to Florida for a couple weeks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">5) But then I think about how much my kids don't like to listen to me and I don't want to home school. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">6) I have the best friends in the world. Like really really great, and I moved away and can't help them, and that makes me feel super duper selfish. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7) I have a new friend, and she came over and washed my dishes one day a couple weeks ago just to help me out. So now I wonder how disheveled I must be that people think they need to come to my house and help me wash my dishes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">8) Speaking of a new friend, she also told me that when my girls look at me, she can see how much love and respect they have for me. So that feels pretty great. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">9) Gwiny studied for weeks for her 5th grade spelling bee. Even during their week off, and when she lost, I told her " Thats okay, we are proud of you for making it this far. PLUS you don't want to have to keep studying for the county spelling bee anyway." (I'm not winning mother of the year this year) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">10) Izzy hates wearing pants, but its too cold to let her wear skirts, so I have to get on to her almost every day to put on pants. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">11) Emma refuses to learn her ABCs. It's like her colors all over again. I bet if Kara asked her what letter is "k" she would answer her. Instead she goes " ummm A?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And I would like to leave you with a nice little snippet from a conversation between Izzy and Gwiny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Gwiny: I lost it!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Izzy: Well I am not giving you another one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Gwiny: I just want one more piece of your hair. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Izzy: No! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Gwiny: But you have like a million on your head! </span><br />
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<br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-45637803245574805812015-03-03T18:40:00.001-08:002015-03-03T18:40:23.396-08:00My Parents Visit the Great White North Last week something wonderful happened, my parents came to visit. We had many fun adventures, and some that were less fun but we were together for four whole days and it was great. Here is the run-down (with pictures, yay me!).<br />
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On our first full day, we visited the Cabot Factory, ate tacos, and visited Ben and Jerry's! This was probably my favorite day because Dad got into a fight with the tour guide at Ben and Jerry's over GMOs and Dad and I each ate three free scoops of Ice Cream. <br />
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Why did we eat so much ice cream? Cause they had too many and the lady pictured below gave up SUGAR for Lent. SUGAR people. Do you know how much faith you have to have to give up sugar and then find yourself at the Ben and Jerry's factory and not eat ice cream. A lot. </div>
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First Stop: McDonalds. And they invited the girls to come behind the counter and make their own ice cream cones. This single-handedly made this the "best trip ever" in Gwin's eyes.<br />
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Stop 2: The Notre-Dame Cathedral. I got in trouble from the tour guide when I took this picture, apparently pictures were for after the tour. This Cathedral was just amazing. Oh and Celine Deon got married right there.<br />
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Stop 3: The Underground City. This place was supposed to be the worlds largest underground shopping center. Really it was some above ground shops and you could take an underground metro to some more shops. Not much shopping and a little bit of disappointment, but there were these fun fake trees and some traffic cones to pose with.<br />
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Stop 4: Our room. Dad got us an amazing room in the heart of the city. He was upgraded to the Presidential suite and we got this fancy fireplace, two bedrooms, a full kitchen, living room, and a jacuzzi tub. We were living it up!</div>
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<span id="goog_374254964"></span><span id="goog_374254965"></span><br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-17265145506118012412014-12-31T06:55:00.002-08:002014-12-31T06:55:20.457-08:00Top 14 of 2014<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I really like lists so today I bestow upon you my 14 favorite things that I have discovered in 2014. And by favorite things I mean material items, cause I don't want to be all sentimental, and people like stuff. Also these are in no particular order. Just the way things pop into my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">14) Black Milk Clothing - Seriously people nylon leggings and dresses that cover my large bust. I will take one of each please. ( I only have one piece cause these bad boys aren't cheep) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">13) Honeysuckle sea scrub - I bought this for a ridiculous price thinking it might help Emma's ezema, but as it turns out, the dry air up here has pretty much cleared her skin. I am 99% sure that the ingredients in this are essential oil, coconut oil, epsom salts, and paraffin wax. This has kept me from being itchy and having to don the dreaded lotion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">12) Crinkle cut turkey pepperoni- Its like eating a slim jim, but slightly healthier. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">11) Fleece Cuddle duds - I love these so much I thought about sending them to all my friends for Christmas, before I realized that they don't really need them. I wear them for every reason always (and this explains why my pants are always full of pants) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">10) Beats by Dre - So this is my newest love, I always 'wanted' a pair of these. Like in that way that you want things that are way too expensive and you know you will never get so you tell yourself they can't be worth all that money. I mean a $20 set of headphones and a $200 set of headphones can't possibly be that different. But they are, and thanks to a black Friday deal and RJ's goal of finding them for me as a Christmas gift, I can now noise cancel out my children and jam out. (seriously people I can't hear the kids talking when I wear these, so unfortunately I wear them one eared most of the time, but sometimes you just need a minute.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">9) Little Muffins Snickerdoodle flavor- What I think clouds in heaven taste like. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">8) Maple everything - melted wax scents, donuts, syrup, soda, fudge, rum. MAPLE!!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7) Cuisinart cookware - This was a promotion by our grocery store for free cookware, and unlike my lifetime warranty ones we got for our wedding, these can be washed in a dishwasher (not that I have one) AND you can use metal utensils on them and not scrape off the non stick. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">6) Popcorn in a pop- up bowl. (See #3 on not having a dishwasher)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">5) Green Mountain Coffee Vermont Country Blend - oh yes. So so so yummy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4) The Rinnai in my living room. It heats this place up fast and hot and also has a humidifier in it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">3) Hoodie Allen - His songs have a great beat and the lyrics are pretty funny. Bonus, you can totally youtube his songs so you don't have to buy anything. His songs are NOT kid friendly so this is one of those times when the beats are necessary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">2) Disney Infinity - This is more for the kids but they love it, I love it, fun times for all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">1) <u>Jerusalem</u> by Simon Sebag Montefiore - While I have read a lot of books this year, this was probably my favorite of the 'grown up' variety. It is a comprehensive history of Jerusalem. Somehow it was easy to read, informative, and entertaining. Its hard to find a good non-fiction book with those qualities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So there we are, Happy New Year everyone. </span>tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-87874130219826919852014-12-16T07:36:00.002-08:002014-12-16T07:36:47.417-08:00December UpdateThere is a lot of work going on at our house these days. We have been reorganizing the apartment, putting up a tiny tree, buying and making gifts, and sampling lots of Vermont goodies so that we can make sure that they are good to send to people as gifts. Wink wink. I have made over a hundred Harry Potter Christmas ornaments and Gwiny and I are in the process of creating tons of soaps to donate to the school craft fair. Even though there are lots of things happening not too many of these have stories to go along (Just the one where I told the girls not to eat other peoples Christmas presents, and then I ate them.) So I think our updates will be told with pictures today.<br />
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We had professional pictures taken by my friend John at 802 photography. He is awesome and this was his first experience photographing children. He had a ton of great ideas and he wasn't even mad when he had to chase Izzy down to try to get her picture. </div>
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I went to lunch at the girls school at the end of November and got yelled at by a lunch lady for throwing my food in the trash instead of the compost. Seriously, who does this?! </div>
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It snowed, we got a sled. RJ pulled the kids up and down the road until it got dark. The next day we found a parent approved hill by the house (i.e. one that didn't end in the street). Problem solved. </div>
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We tried our hand at perfume making, it was our original idea of a gift for everyone. We had a successful first batch. Batch 2 was a huge failure, and then we (the adults) drank the rest of the vodka that I needed to make a third round. Maybe we will try again with ever clear, we probably won't drink that. </div>
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Snow Angels! </div>
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Oh and this is the prettiest hamburger I ever made. Cause you know, it's the little things. </div>
tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-38962041224788361132014-11-30T08:07:00.002-08:002014-11-30T08:07:56.833-08:00Black Friday Shopping <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">At 2pm on Thursday we packed up all of our kiddos and drove 2 hours away to hit up the sales in our nearest big city. We got there for the Old Navy sale at 4, but they were one of the few that decided not to open at the advertised time. We went over to Michaels, also supposed to open at 4, but they didn't have any power. And at 5 we started doing some crazy crazy shopping. A snow storm took out the power in some of the areas in the mall. Some stores were running on generators, some were cash only, and some just took f.o.r.e.v.e.r to get a transaction done (seriously people, we waited in line at Old Navy for an hour and a half because somehow the girls all found coats and winter clothes that they liked there a.k.a. Thanksgiving Miracle) While we really needed warmer clothes, the real point of this trip was to get winter tires on sale at Sears. BUT.... Sears never opened. Of all the stores that could not run on a generator, the store that sells generators. And the one we needed to be open! So no winter tires for us. But we drove and shopped, and shopped and drove, and at 3 a.m. we got home. We had our children out in one of the craziest shopping days of the year and we had a total of ZERO meltdowns. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Well the children didn't have any meltdowns. I got mad at the lady selling pretzels for being stupid and that doesn't usually go over well. Here's the backstory on that. I went to JCPenny and RJ took the girls to get pretzels, after filling his order they told him that it was cash only. He didn't have any they got me, and I went to pay cash for what they had ordered. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Tiff: You know if you are cash only, you should probably put up a sign. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lady: I don't need a sign, I have told everyone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Tiff: Well obviously you didn't or we wouldn't have ordered this. I am just saying it will be easier on you if you put up a sign saying you are cash only. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lady: We don't need a sign. All of the other stores in here are cash only.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Tiff: Well thats not true. I have been to 5 stores and they all took credit cards. Seriously, I'm just trying to help you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Some dude in the back of the Pretzel store: EVERYONE KNOWS WE ARE CASH ONLY! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The real point of telling you this is because Gwiny witnessed the whole thing and when I asked her if I was mean to that lady and she said " You were nicer than I would have been." </span>tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-83942654624978450862014-09-23T18:27:00.002-07:002014-09-23T18:31:21.350-07:00She is ten. OMG she is ten. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> So just a quick side note before I get to the point. I now have a ten year old. TEN years old. And she has an attitude. A nasty one. But I'm not entirely sure if that comes from the age, the grade (5th grade, what!), or the fact that she pretty much runs our neighborhood gang of kids with an iron fist (or a sweet little Gwiny face that convince the kids to do her bidding). But happy birthday to my sweet little face (9 days late) and remember if you won't be a good girl, "I will destroy you." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">6:00 alarm goes off and I reset it for an hour later.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:00 alarm goes off and I reset it for 10 minutes later. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:10 alarm goes off and I drag myself reluctantly out of bed, finding that surprisingly my husband and I are the only ones in there. Weird. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:15 all the girls are out of bed, but no one can find clothes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:25 my husband needs some tylenol so I try to find that in addition to the clothes but can only find tylenol PM.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:35 I have helped the girls all find clothes but they don't like them, and I find one lone advil. I yell at all of them and go make lunches.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7:45 The girls are all dressed, but Gwiny can only find one size 2 shoe and one size 4 shoe and Izzy is missing with the other two shoes. We have to leave for the bus in 5 minutes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">By 7:52 I have found Izzy, the girls have traded 1 shoe so they are all in shoes, they have on coats and gloves and I realize that I haven't given them breakfast so I pour some crackers in their hands and make them eat them on the way to the bus stop. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">While the rest of the day wasn't nearly as exciting as the morning, I followed quickly by making myself coffee (this could be why I snapped earlier, I hadn't had any coffee), theraflu for the husband, and milk for the Emma. I made grilled cheese for lunch, mailed some of my etsy store orders, picked up the pre-ordered Disney Infinity 2.0, folded clothes, watched Captain America with Emma (she decided the movie was interactive and we had to use our finger guns to shoot the bad guys every time they came on the screen), got the girls from the bus stop, took Isabel for a checkup at the doctor, made bacon for dinner, folded more clothes, forced my children to bathe, made the kids lunches and set out their clothes for tomorrow so I don't make that mistake again, and now I am writing this blog. After I put the girls to bed, I will attempt to do some dishes and read the bible. Yes I am reading the bible. For the first time ever, from cover to cover. And taking notes. I'm only on Exodus and I started it last week, so I am going at a rate that would make my grad professors cringe. But I thought that was noteworthy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Anyway, my vacation was wonderful and magical and child free. My life with my family is also wonderful and magical and full of children. Parenting is hard and I am almost always sure that whatever I am doing is probably the wrong thing. I beat myself up daily for not having a tidier home, or making my daughters eat healthier, or letting them watch to much/the wrong kinds of things on TV. But I think that that is the curse of a mother or maybe its just Genesis getting to me. </span><br />
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<br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-14833923390461251212014-08-09T20:11:00.001-07:002014-08-09T20:11:51.931-07:00The Farmers Market and Other Saturday Things We had a rather weird day today. It all started when RJ and I woke up at 6:45. Yeah, 6:45 on a Saturday morning, while the kids were still sleeping, and continued to sleep for another hour and a half. With our early to rise bit we decided to get everyone ready, after the appropriate amount of coffee of course, and head down to the farmers market. <br />
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It was glorious, glorious I tell you. I know I have a bit of hippy hiding inside, I mean I'm no birthing a baby at a birth cottage or anything like my best friend but it's there. And my hippy was so happy when I saw fresh fruits and veggies, freshly baked artisan breads, home made soaps from goats milk and meat in coolers marked as special grass fed beef from such and such farms. We sampled Maple flavored orange sodas, maple rum, and elderberry rum. We purchased blueberries and tamales. We saw a special street performing act where the performers juggled things on fire, rode a unicycle, and wore unitards. <br />
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Then we decided to walk around town. We found two small book shops one of them had a book on display called " You Just Don't Duct Tape A Baby." We met a turtle named Nemus and walked over a wrought iron bridge. When it was over, I ate my tamale and life was good.<br />
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Later in the day the girls went out to play with some friends. They came back to ask for a ziplock bag to catch some tadpoles. I thought that was weird but gave it to them anyway and we continued on our merry way. Isabel came back to wash her hands and I asked how the tadpole hunt went. She replied, " We didn't catch any. I picked them up, but they were leeches." Commence the parental flipping out. " Let us see your hands! Did they bite you?" " No, they didn't bite me, I got them off really fast. But they were leeches. Also there was a lobster. And we killed it. But it had a red body and pinchy claws." We did the only thing we could do after the hand inspection. "Show us the leeches." Guess what! They weren't leeches. Guess what! It wasn't a lobster, it was a crawdad. Guess what! Our kids stoned it to death. Thats right. They admitted it.<br />
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" Well we were watching it go down this ditch, and then we got board of watching it so we threw rocks at it."<br />
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And then we taught the girls a lesson I would never have thought I would ever have to teach someone.<br />
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"JUST BECAUSE YOU GET TIRED OF LOOKING AT SOMETHING DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN KILL IT!" <br />
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And that sums up our Saturday. A day of fire juggling, rum sampling, turtle meeting, tamale eating, life lessons. Today was good.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> So we are having issues with our apartment. One issue after another. We have moved from one apartment within the complex to another because it was so unclean RJ was having allergy attacks, and there were bugs. We couldn't get the dog hair out, because it was stuck in the cracks in the linoleum. And it smelled like sewer. Seriously. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Now we are in the new apartment. First sad story, our bed wouldn't fit up the stairs. So we have a cool downstairs loft like thing going on where our bed is the first thing you see when you open the door, oh, it's actually not that cool. But hey, I can adapt. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Our full bath is upstairs and our shower isn't hot. I mean, Florida people, turn on your cold water, and that is how hot my shower gets. Unless you flush the toilet and then it gets warm, and sometimes a flush will make it so hot it scalds you. Like I have said before, it is like playing shower Russian Roulette. And also someone has to be in the bathroom with you flushing the toilet. I guess thats why I had three daughters with no regard for personal space. I have complained, and no one has done anything about it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">But then.... dun dun duuuuunnnnn. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> It started leaking from the ceiling directly under the bathtub. So in my weird living room that houses my bed it is raining, drywall tape is coming down, spackle is coming down and water is driving it all. A plumber came out, cut the ceiling open, and tried to fix it. Then he came out and tried to fix it again. And last night, I filled up the tub with 2 pots of boiled water that I trudged up the stairs and then RJ yelled up to me that it was raining down from the ceiling again. So thats fun. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Oh and there is mold. Lets not forget about the mold. Anywho, we don't want to live here anymore. So we are looking at houses. Rj found one that he liked. It was cheap enough to do some renovations on so last night we drove out to see it. We didn't meet a realtor, we just went to go look at it. We get there and it is creepy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Okay, get that horror story house in your mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> It is white, about a hundred years old, it has peeling paint, and old white window treatments on the inside so that you can't really see in unless you go up to the window. We are sitting in the car, Izzy and Emma are asleep, and the house is obviously vacant. I contemplate going to look in the windows, but I am afraid that I am going to look in there and there will be an old rotten lady body sitting in a rocking chair. And then she will open her eyes and say a curse and I will freak out and have nightmares every night for the rest of my life, that is if I don't die of a heart attack from the creepiness of it all. But I guess I wasn't that worried because I got out of the car, opened the creaky patio door and looked in! And there it was. A house with beautiful wood floors, really ugly floral wallpaper and a piano. I let Gwin come look, we looked around, and then got back in the car. I told Rj it was his turn to go look while I sat with the kids. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> He asked "Should I?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> I said "There is no one in there, just go peek." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Gwin added "Unless you count the dead person in the closet." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So I guess it wasn't just me that thought this house was super creepy. I thought about waving to the house ghost as we left but, humm. Better not. </span>tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-79771804721640191522013-12-13T15:52:00.000-08:002013-12-13T15:52:07.722-08:00Return of the Blog <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> It has been far too long my friends. I wish I could give you a flashback summer blog, but really it's just not going to happen. No one wants to " Know What I Did Last Summer." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I have been considering a return of the blog ( Please sing this to 1997s 'Return of the Mack') but just didn't have a good story. Until today! Friday the 13th! Dun Dun DUUUUUNNNN. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Today was Gwiny's first field trip in 2 years. So RJ took her on a field trip to see an IMAX movie. Isabel was so jealous that Gwin was not only getting a field trip, but got to spend extra time with their dad, AND got to come home from school early. So RJ and I agreed that he would pick Isabel up from school on their way home so that she got to do something special too. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> RJs plans fell through and he was unable to pick Isabel up after the movie. So the girls and I ran to the school, picked her up early and RJ went back to work. I decided the girls and I would drive around a bit looking for boxes. We hit a box jackpot behind the Family Dollar!! I go to put the car in park I get a fun surprise; the car switches to reverse but won't go to park. Luckily I was able to reverse the car into a field behind a store. Where I try the ever popular " Try turning off and then back on." Well, it didn't go back on. Not like I was going to try to drive home in reverse anyway. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> *** Fun fact: While we were sitting in the car trying to figure out what to do. Someone came and took the boxes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> After AAA tow truck came, and we got all of that sorted, it was time to take a walk. A 6 mile walk, with 3 kids. And no stroller. And no sidewalk, on a busy street. And all of my friends out of town. And my husband in a meeting. But I had a camera and a couple kids that weren't too grumpy. So we played Photo Scavenger hunt and this is how it went down. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> 100 steps in, " Lets pick berries." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> 1/2 a mile in, " OMG, Its Friday the 13th and here is a Freddie Krueger shirt! And a diaper." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> 2 1/4 miles, " Izzy, stop poking that dead bird with a stick!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> 2 1/2 miles - A very nice lady offers us a ride home. Which I accept. And yes, I do realize that its not the best idea to take rides from strangers, but she seemed harmless and I am overly trusting. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> And we made it home!!! No one ran Isabel over as I constantly screamed " Stay away from the road Izzy!" and maybe once hit her with my purse as she veered into the traffic. Emma didn't cry at all. And only once did she make a complete stop because she felt the need to stretch. And Gwin kept saying " I am looking at the bright side. We got ice cream at McDonalds and it is a beautiful day outside." </span><br />
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<br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-77248594818107912502013-05-20T07:34:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:34:26.498-07:00Things overheard at Disney<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I fully intend to do a super blog about our family trip to Disney. However, I can not find my SD card adapter so that will have to wait. So I am going to make this first Disney blog about the top 10 things that were said by or to Miller family members during our three days at Disney. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">1) " Neeigh" As Gwiny got to act out the part of Phillipe in the Beauty and the Beast Story Time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2) " I am so hot mommy, I'm sweaty. I am sweating like a cheetah." Izzy at Epcot</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">3) " I wanna build a Droid, lets go build a droid. Lets Go, Lets Go!" Gwiny at Star Wars Weekend.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">4) " I LOVE THIS! Let's do it again." Emma on The Little Mermaid ride</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">5) Random friend I made in line " It's so sad no one wants to stand in line to get the autograph of the clone wars actors, maybe they should tell people they get a free pin or something if they get the autographs." RJ: " But then they don't get one." Me, in my best Admiral Ackbar " It's a Trap!" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">6) " Its like I was swimming, I was just holding my breath and kicking my legs." Emma on how it felt to fall into the swimming pool. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">7) " I bet you are looking at me like, why does everyone care about this old guy?" Jeremy Bolloch ( the actor that played Boba Fett) to Izzy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">8) " I want the storm troopers and Darth Vader to win the dance off, Go bad guys." Gwiny</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">9) " Tiff, Geez you could have your choice of any of these nerds if I wasn't here." RJ after the 10th guy stopped me while I was walking to tell me how awesome my shirt was. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">10) " I don't want to leave Disney, I love disney, I want to be back at Disney. Oh, I am so tired, I need to go to sleep." Gwiny </span>tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-37397616193815485572013-03-07T08:10:00.002-08:002013-03-07T08:10:20.231-08:00Cell Pics As it has been a long time sense I updated on what my little family is up to I would like to share these cell pics and a little about the lighter side of life.<br />
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She is getting ready to take her first important standardized test. This probably stresses me far more than it does her. <br />
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She loves loves loves riding her bike. She wants to ride it up and down the road all day every day and told me she wants to run away because I wont let her ride her bike where I can't see her. Turns out she wants to ride her bike around the block until dinner time and then come home. So I guess that doesn't count as running away.<br />
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She is as always, a challenge. She just memorized all 64 of her kindergarten site words in 6 days!<br />
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But she does fun stuff like in this picture. Taken while she was playing in the car while Gwiny was riding her bike. Izzy does not have a bike yet, but she is saving for a monster high bike she saw at Walmart.<br />
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Emma has turned 3!! <br />
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She also really likes wearing swimming suits, even in winter, even at friends houses.<br />
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She also likes riding her bike, but she doesn't really know how/the tires are flat and we can't find a tube small enough to fit the tiny tires. So I push her around until my back starts to hurt. And then we play chalk or playdough with Izzy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> We started out with a fresh couple bags of sand for the girls to 'refresh' the sandbox with. They have these really cool pits of sand on either side of their deck that gives their backyard a beach type feel to it and the girls LOVE to play in it. Gwiny and Emma took great joy in the sandbox. Surprisingly, Izzy found much more joy in their new elliptical machine and I am pretty sure she did like 4 hours total on that machine in the 2 days we were there. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> My mom started a fire in their fire-pit once it started to get cold and she brought out all the ingredients to make good ole fashioned s'mores. They were delicious and the girls had a blast. And while we sat around that fire-pit, my father, a manly kind of man, painted the girls fingernails with sparkly pink fingernail polish. I must say, it completely blew my mind. I can remember back when I was a teenager and I painted my fingernails a different color and pattern every day ( I probably should have gotten a job with all that extra time it seems I had on my hands) and my dad would come home and get on to me about the stinky smell of the fingernail polish. I, to this day, ask RJ if its okay if I paint my nails in the house when he is home. As Mom and I sat there gaping at him, he just said " Well, if I am going to be a grandpa of 6 granddaughters, I guess I will just have to learn these things." And then he tried to ruin the moment by saying " This stuff is kinda like snot" But it didn't work. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> And after everyone went to bed, Mom and I stayed up and she tried to help me sort through some of my current heartaches. I am so thankful that I have her in my life to listen to my problems and not judge me. And to get drunk with, and then take me to church the next morning. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> While we were at church Dad made us a bacon breakfast!! And then for dinner we had 'Steak Sunday'. Despite Gwiny and Izzy being sick at the tail end of this trip we had a blast. And I got to reference MLK day as Milk day to 2 out of the 3 people I know who have ever seen 'Little Bush". And I am pretty sure, I didn't even drink a glass of milk. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Izzy: Cut them off!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Emma: I'd get more</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dad: Be a professional basketball player. </span><br />
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Izzy: I like two boys at school. They think I am cute.<br />
Gwiny ( my mini-me): I don't like boys, they are gross, and also they smell bad. Especially after PE<br />
Me: I agree. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time Mommy thought all boys were gross and stinky and I wanted nothing to do with those boys. And then when I was a teenager I thought those boys were even more gross, and extra stinky. I don't think they even took showers. And then one day when I was 18 I met a boy that was not stinky at all and he wasn't so gross. So I kissed him.<br />
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Me: And then I married him.<br />
Izzy: IT WAS PAPA!!!!! He doesn't stink.<br />
Me: Soo don't kiss anyone until your 18 and you find a boy that doesn't smell bad.<br />
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Mommy, you can have 1 popcorn. One at a time. Did you eat only one? <br />
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Emma: Tell me the truth.<br />
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Me: I had two, okay, I had two pieces of popcorn!<br />
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When I am older and I have money and live in my own house. I am going to buy a cat.<br />
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Hey mommy, when I am in high school will I have to cut open a frog?<br />
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Emma: I want to be a rainbow frog when I grow up.<br />
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Me: Yes, in anatomy class. Its not that bad though, its just a weird giant frog.<br />
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Gwin: I don't want to do that because frogs are gross.<br />
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Me: At least they are already dead when you get them.<br />
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Gwin: That's a relief. I thought I would have to kill it. <br />
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And in other news: Happy Birthday to my Dad! For this year, I will surpass you in age. Happy 29th (again) birthday.<br />
<br />tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-64071964133285269762012-11-30T07:11:00.002-08:002012-11-30T07:11:09.725-08:00November Update Amid our usual craziness of Girl Scouts, Mom's Group, Mission Friends, and school we have had many accomplishments in the month of November. <br />
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Gwiny is now at a 4.3 reading level. (4th grade, 3rd month) and has developed a love for reading. This makes me a very happy mommy. She still loves to wear clothes that are too short and too tight, which is a very big challenge for all of us and has become worse now that the weather has turned cold.<br />
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Izzy got all E's and S's on her progress report and has kept her behavior on super star all month! <br />
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Emma developed a love for T.V. and just wants to cuddle and watch Dora all day. This is a huge struggle for me. I don't want her to watch T.V. all day but it is so nice getting to cuddle my baby while she still wants me too.<br />
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We shared a great thanksgiving with both sides of our families, and while I tried not to over eat, I'm pretty sure I failed miserably. I bought a new washer/dryer on black Thursday? and for the first time in a long time a DRESS on Friday. And then was cursed for my too much shopping too little sleeping with horrible ear infections that are letting me give in to Emma's desire to lay down and cuddle all day.<br />
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And I opened an etsy shop. You can check it out at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/semprastudios">www.etsy.com/shop/semprastudios</a>. If you know any one that you may be interested in purchasing some Harry Potter stuff for Christmas let me know. I will change my shipping rates or give you a discount or something. I'm still learning how all of this works. I guess I should have done more research before jumping right in to this. But that is far too rational for my life.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> At some point in this story Emma yelled really loud " I would get my knife!" I was shocked, I guess I shouldn't be sense I was talking about shooting Monsters and all, but I immediately had to stop my story and talk about how we don't actually want to hurt people or monsters and that this is just a pretend story and how she isn't even allowed to touch knives. Still not my best parenting moment, not my worst either, but I probably shouldn't tell stories about shooting things. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> About 10 minutes after the story I was letting them watch videos of themselves on my cell phone and her doctor walked in, apologized for what his hand looked like and assured us that it was a burn and not contagious. He then proceeded to talk to me throughout the whole appointment and even as we walked out the door he was still talking. I have never heard a doctor say " Well, I better let you get going" before. Especially this doctor. Izzy has seen him 4 times and he was the one that performed her surgery. He has always been very professional bordering on curt. Anyway, after we left I said to the girls " That was weird." and Gwin was like " Yea, I bet he was talking to us like that so he could get a sponsor so he could get some burn medicine." I was like " Gwin this isn't the Hunger Games!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Today Izzy had a pajama party for the letter P at school. So Izzy picked out special pajamas. She walked out of her room saying this " Puppy and Peace sign Pajamas for Pajama Party 'P' day" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But the most pressing and most hilarious issue in our lives right now is how often Izzy has gone missing in the last two weeks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I realize I am being a little Izzy heavy having written two blog entries about her in a row, but what can I say, she gives me a lot of material. Usually she does enough crazy stuff on her own but this time she has a cohort, her school.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I am going to preface this with a disclaimer. I love our daughter's school. They are both very happy to go to school every day. They love their teachers, they begged me to bake muffins for their (former) bus driver, they really enjoy going to school every day. Which makes me a very happy mommy, considering we moved out of the city to be in a place (we could afford) with a good school. In fact our school only does one fundraiser a year and that is what I am baking the 6 cakes for, making it possible to contribute in ways other than buying junk from a catalogue or requesting large sums of money 3 or 4 times a year (both of which we have experienced).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Monday of last week the girls came home on bus B which was unusual because they have ridden bus A since the first day of school. Oh well, they got home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Tuesday of last week, bus B drove by, stopped, and my daughters were not on the bus. The bus driver radioed the other buses and it was found that my girls were on bus C. The bus driver assured me that bus C would drop them off at home. So I walked back from the bus stop and by the time I got home bus C had stopped and off came my girls not knowing anything was wrong. I asked the bus driver why they were on this bus and he said " I don't know, I am just a substitute." Okay.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Wednesday the girls came home on bus B and we were told by the bus driver that this was their new bus. They should always be on bus B. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Thursday Gwiny came home on bus D and the bus sped off before I noticed there was no Izzy. Gwiny was hysterical because Izzy was not on the bus. She said she had told the bus driver that her sister was missing but the bus driver was too busy and didn't hear her. I called the school and they were able to track her down on bus C. Bus C brought Izzy home and when I asked the bus driver what had happened she didn't know. She said she thought Izzy may have gotten on the bus because it looks like bus B.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Friday I wrote a note in to the school that the girls would be car riders for that day and all of the following week until I was able to contact someone who could tell me what bus the girls were supposed to be on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Monday I talked to the school office. They told me that they had no idea what bus routes had changed and that they are contacted at the end of every day if there are any bus changes. I told them I planned on calling the bus depot and that I would find out if the girls bus had changed or if there were just substitutes. They said " If you find anything out let us know."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> On Tuesday (today) I called the bus depot. They told me that the girls were to permanently be on bus B. So I called the school and told them. They repeated thanked me for being so nice about the whole situation and said they had had a lot of trouble with the bus situation and were disappointed with the way the bus system had kept them in the dark about a bus change. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I felt a completion to my goal! I now know that when they resume bus riding on Monday they will be on bus B, maybe. Anyway, they will probably get her home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I go to pick up the girls at school today. And there is Gwiny waiting for me..... with no Izzy in sight. At this point I tell them, "umm... we are missing my other daughter." They radio the front office ( the lady I have been contacting, which I am sad to say, I have no idea what her name is.) and she says, through the radio " Check bus B and bus A because Isabel gets confused." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> At this point I can't stop laughing. How has my daughter ended up in the wrong place 3 times in 6 school days? How much of this is her fault? How much is the school to blame? What am I going to do with Izzy?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">RJ: What was that screaming about earlier? Who was that Izzy? I thought we were going to have to take someone to the hospital.</span><br />
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tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-23635330399192478992012-09-04T19:21:00.000-07:002012-09-04T19:30:14.103-07:00When Emma thought she saw a ghost<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> What?! I know! Two blog entries in a row. This is not normal people, so don't come to expect this out of me. To be honest, this one wouldn't be happening except I don't think I can make a facebook status that touches the amount of insanity that has gone on at my house today. And I don't mean that I did a super amount of workout dvds. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> The really crazy stuff started shortly after the girls got home from school. (Although RJ working from home is usually troublesome when I am trying to get a bunch of stuff done while they are at school.) Izzy started with asking me to make muffins for her bus driver. She has been asking me for about a week. Today I had over ripe bananas and told her I would make them. I thought it would work out so perfectly, they could have banana muffins for desert, I could take them to moms night out, and we would pack a few for her bus driver. So after I went through all the homework. Showed them all what to do, I headed to the kitchen to make the muffins. Well, while I was doing that, Gwiny did 2 pages of spelling homework that are due tomorrow. She had about 3 spelling words to go before she was finished when she realized that she had done last weeks words, and our world fell apart. She cried and cried and cried. And I offered to help her with the new words and she refused, and she cried and said she was so mad at herself, and she started on her new words. She got 13 words in to her ABC order and she realized she skipped a word that started with a B and then she cried and cried and cried and threw away her paper, and still refused help. This happened 2 more times and I decided that I was more needed here, helping with homework than going to my moms night out. She soon pumped out her homework and by 6:30 she was finished. Just in time for dinner that I had been making with the muffins. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> After dinner, the girls each had a bite of muffin and they all went running separate ways to spit it out as fast as they could. To which I get this fine quote, " These muffins taste like they have real bananas in them." I'm not sure what kind of bananas they thought were going to be in them. And later as I was cleaning the toilet seat of a muffin and spit combo, this quote " I sometimes feel like I am living in a house full of alcoholic sorority girls." But nothing has ever come close to the devastation that hit Emma about 30 minutes post muffins.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> My girls have done some pretty crazy stuff. I mean they say and do some really weird stuff. Like the time I had to tell Izzy that she wasn't really a mermaid and she didn't talk to me until an hour later when she went to the beach and didn't grow a tail. Or the time 3 year old Gwiny tried to make toys come out of the catalogue and couldn't figure out why she couldn't just take them out. Then she cried because it wasn't working the way she thought it should. Here is my Emma story:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Izzy and Emma were playing mother and daughter. Izzy was the mom and had put Emma in her bed. When I walked in the room Emma said " My dad is hurt, he is in the kitchen." I told her " I will go check on him and make sure he is okay." When I came back about 2 minutes later I told her. " He is just fine. I checked him out and I saved him! He is eating cheese-its on the couch now." So she and Izzy came running out of the room to check to see that her 'dad' was okay. Izzy and Emma ran to RJ and said " You are okay!" and he said " Yep, but now I am a ghost" and gave the spooky "ooohh" and Izzy ran away laughing. Emma on the other hand came running to me hysterical. I couldn't understand at first why she was crying so hard. Until I realized she really thought RJ had died and was a ghost. She wouldn't look at him, she wouldn't touch him. She was terrified of him. We tried talking to her. We tried telling her he was teasing and that ghosts are not real. Finally, I forced her to touch his arm. Then he fed her a cheese-it which seemed to convince her that maybe he wasn't a ghost after all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Then we played uno and they all went to bed. As I tucked Emma in for the 23rd time she said, " Remember that movie Casper we watched at Grandma's house. He turned in to an egg and if he didn't have eyes, I would eat that egg. At Grandma's house." </span><br />
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tifysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12087863418193719300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542450522071890304.post-51229848523822881942012-09-03T19:37:00.002-07:002012-09-03T19:37:22.990-07:00The Potty Train and other fun adventures <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Well the girls have officially started school. In fact, they are about to start their 3rd full week. So I am not doing so well with my timing again. Ehhh, you know me, thats what I do. Well, I am proud to say that I am the mother to one 3rd grader and one Kindergardener. Every time I say that it makes me feel old, real old. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Gwin is doing great in 3rd grade, even though I am sure we never had to work this hard in 3rd grade. She is currently doing a unit on spores in science, graphs in math, and learning vocabulary words like 'resistance'. Yikes! Aside from school Gwin is about to start girl scouts again and she has her 8th birthday coming up. She is still wanted to wear only tight clothes, so that is our fun challenge of the year with Gwiny. Aside from the clothes fight, she seems settled in to her school and for the most part, willing to do her homework. Even if it is just to get it over with so she can watch iCarly. </span><br />
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As I was driving home from Gwin's doctors appointment yesterday, I was thinking about just how many things I try to accomplish at one time. And being the overcritical of myself mother that I am, thinking that maybe I just needed to do one thing at a time. Maybe that would enable me to spend more time listening to my children instead of listening to a few words, deciding its not important and then pretending to listen to the rest of the story about what so-in-so did at school yesterday, while do the dishes and cook dinner and think about what is still left on my plate for the rest of the day (get what I did there, you know you did, but kinda wished you didn't 'cause it was that lame). Well that flashed me back to a time when I didn't know how to multi task. It was tough.</div>
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- The fine art of popping a cold meal in the microwave. Yes people, thats what I did when you complained about your food being cold.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> As children of military members, kids who moved every few years, our families have been and will always be very close to us. And also because of this, we never lived near any of my grandparents. We would get to see them a few times a year at best. Luckily, we live only 3 1/2 hours from my parents, 2 1/2 from RJ's. This means we get to see everyone about once a month. But summers are very special, and now that the kids are getting older and we will have two in elementary school, it is getting harder for us to take those weekend trips. Which makes summer time the best time to spend with grandparents. So after the kids got their week with Grandma and Grandpa, we planned to spend some time with Grammy and Grandad. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I had great plans! Our trip was only 1 week before the olympics and in order to get the kids pumped I created the FARMLYPICS. We were going to speak in British accents. I had brought water balloons for a water balloon archery event, a frisbee for the discus, etc. We were pumped. And then on day 1 1/2 Gwin came down with a fever and we had to leave. Sooo... when it came to the summer sleepover I had promised the kids but had not delivered on, I seized the opportunity and went all Olympics on it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oh no, is that my teacher showing? </span></div>
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