I'm famous

Ok, I saw this over on Geekbert's site and had to give it a try. I'm quite certain this is the first time I've ever been told I look like a rock star!



I confess, I ran this several times with different photos before settling on this one. I just couldn't come to grips with the ones that said I looked like Fred Savage or Ayn Rand! Or Ella Fitzgerald (see #5, previous post). Go try it out for yourself and leave a comment telling me who you look like.

Year in Pictures

I have a digital camera, which means I have several thousand pictures on my computer. When I had only one child, I was pretty good at having them printed out regularly for J's scrap book. Now that I have two children, I'm a little less on top of this. This week I finally went through the last year's worth of photos and ordered prints. (I highly recommend Winkflash, by the way. Only $.12 per picture and $.99 shipping no matter how many you order. Which works well for those of us who order a whole lot at once. But I digress.) As I was reviewing the year in pictures, a few thoughts struck me:

1. I apparently take a lot of pictures of the kids in the tub. I think I had one bath picture in my baby book. These guys could have one a month!
   

2. My mom makes really incredible birthday cakes! Thanks, Mom!
  

3. J spends an awful lot of time in his PJ's. I'd say we shouldn't bother spending money to buy him clothes, but since most of what he wears is handed down, I guess there's not much room for savings there.
   

4. A good part of the time, the PJ's don't even match. Who dresses this kid?! (And what exactly is he doing to the cat?)
  

5. Oh my word! Am I ever WHITE! And I'm not referring to my race, I mean my actual skin color! Yikes! I really need to revisit finding a sunless tanner that works for me!
 

6. And the last thought that strikes me is I am really blessed. But then that thought strikes me every day.
  
  

More smiles, courtesy of my boy

Conversation this morning with Jeffrey:

J: Mommy, I love you!
Me: Aw, thank you, honey. I love you too!
J: If I say that a lot will you give me a treat?
Me: No, honey, I don't want you to say I love you to get a treat. I want you to say I love you because it's true.
Pause. . .
J: Mommy, I love you because it's true. Now can I have a treat?


Conversation this afternoon with J (in the library, shortly after we had discussed using our quiet voices in the library):

J comes running around the corner shouting, "Mommy, Mommy, look at this book!"
A moment of silence, as the displeasure on my face registered with him.
J (sheepishly): Whoops. I whispered too loud.

One more

Moments after I published that last post J started hollering from his bedroom. I went in and asked him what was the matter. "Mommy, my p.... hurts when I poke it with my finger."

Surely there's an obvious solution to that problem.

Young Wisdom

J's always good for a few laughs. Maybe it's just me, but I find that lots of the things he says make me chuckle. Here are few recent examples:

Loud thud heard from the next room. . .
"I'm ok! I'm not bleeding!"

J: "I don't want any bug spray."
Me: "But there are lots of mosquitoes out there. They'll bite you and make you itch."
J: "That's ok. I can just scratch later."

Last night as I was singing him a song (apparently a long one) before bed:
J: "Excuse me, Mommy."
Me: "Yes?"
J: "Uhm, where's the end of this song?"

During our recent trip to Chicago:
"Mommy! I saw the Serious Tower!"

During a visit to the park he noticed some port-a-johns.
J: "I want to go in there!"
Daddy: "No, those are dirty."
J: "But how will I ever learn to use the potty if I don't get to practice!?"

After something poked him in the groin:
"Ooh! I hurt my leg pit!"
(If you have an arm pit, why not a leg pit?)

 
The only problem with our first floor laundry room is that our first floor looks like this on laundry day. And unfortunately, laundry day often lasts more than one day around here.

This week

My blog has been a little slow lately because the rest of my life has not. I figure I'd better take a little time out to post anyway, or the few of you out there who read this will tire of me and go away. So here's a little of what's been happening around our household lately, in no particular order:

H's been going through a difficult sleep phase. She had been doing really well for quite a stretch (at least a couple weeks) where she was only getting up once a night. It seems, however, like it only takes a little to knock her off kilter - and it takes forever for her to recover. Last weekend she had 2 days in a row where she only got one nap instead of her usual two. That was followed by her coming down with a little cold. That all led to her sleeping terribly the rest of the week - we've been up multiple times each night. Ugh!

The kids had their first ever non-family-member babysitter at bedtime last Saturday. They survived it. So did I. So did the sitter. Perhaps B and I will start going out in the evening occasionally, now that we've proved it's possible.

We've been meaning to plant a tree in honor of H's birth for some time now. (She's only a year old - we're not that late). Today I finally went to the nursery to pick one out (Using a gift certificate that's 2 years old - you can tell I'm really on top of things). I thought something small and flowery would be appropriate for our little girl. The lady at the nursery talked me into a crabapple tree. It is really pretty. Normally, I'd hate to admit I'm planting a crabapple tree in honor of my daughter, but after the way she's been acting this week, I don't feel guilty about it at all.

Work has been very busy. I'm going into my seventh week straight where I've had patients in the hospital every day. (Not the same patients, fortunately). Usually there are some days where I've managed to get everyone home, but not lately. I got called in to see one of my fresh post-op patients tonight. Apparently she was cursing, throwing things at the nurses, and saying she was going to leave. (She just had major abdominal surgery this morning. Leaving would not be a good idea.) She had my full sympathy, because I've had days where I felt the same way. And lets see: I have 2 children, she has 4. I have a supportive hubby, she's single. She had major surgery today, I did not. She had gone all day without her Xanax and Paxil. Honey, I won't judge you. Just try not to actually hit the nurses, or they're not likely to respond very quickly next time you turn on your call light.

J's been having some issues with "brotherly love." He's just really, really not into having a sister lately. Today, about 40 minutes into her nap - did I mention how poorly she's been sleeping this week - he started crashing his legos loudly and said, "I didn't wake up H, did I?" Not with concern in his voice, but more of, "'cause if I didn't I'll try harder next time." Moments later, he decided to go the direct route. He walked down the hall, opened her door, flipped on the light, and walked back out. Of course she woke up. Quite unhappily. And we all paid for his sin the rest of the day.

So that's some of what's been going on around our house lately. Hopefully you've got it a little more together in yours!