Who I Am

Follower of Jesus Christ, Woman, Wife, Foster Mom, Cat Mom, Friend, Music Teacher, Knitter, Crocheter, Reader, Quilter, Blogger, Facebook-er....just trying to do my best every day. Forever thankful for God's new grace and mercies each morning.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Don't test me.

Last night, when Cupcake was about to take a bath, I noticed that her shampoo bottle was laying in the tub, on it's side. Empty. The one I just bought 2 days ago.

When asked why it was empty, she replied, "because I squirted it all over the place." Ok, so at least there has been some progress in the no lying category.

Nice.

So I did the whole lecture on "Your dad and I work hard and earn money that pays for all of your stuff.....blah blah blah..."

Anyway, this is not the first time that has happened. So I told her to bring me her piggy bank. I withdrew enough money (or so she thinks...it was actually far less) for a new bottle of shampoo.

She dramatically and sadly looked at me and said, "But...that's the money from the tooth fairy."
To which I replied, "Uh-huh. We will go after school tomorrow and you will buy a new bottle of shampoo."

She asked me what would happen if she wasted that one, too.

So I told her.

"Well...then we wouldn't buy any soap for you. Then you wouldn't be able to wash. Then you will stink and no one will want to sit by you."

She giggled.

I said, "Don't think about testing me on this. You know I'll do it."

She replied, suddenly serious and big-eyed, "Oooooh I KNOW you will!!!!"

Awesome. Job well done.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

It's February

February is a BIG month around here, even though it's the shortest month. My birthday is coming up, it's the 11th - you still have time to shop. Then Valentines' Day. Then Cupcake's birthday. Then our anniversary on the 24th. My poor husband LOL

Cupcake has been looking forward to her birthday for....oh...let's say.....forever. She would repeatedly ask me in the last month "Is January over yet?? Is it February???" So...she gets in the car Monday, after school, February 1st, and says "You didn't TELL me that it's February!!!!!!"

Because she is nothing if not a drama queen.

Speaking of drama. Yesterday at school, she apparently fell down during gym class and smacked her knee on the hard floor. There is the tiniest red mark left on her knee as evidence. I wouldn't even call it a bruise. It looks more like a bug bite than anything.

So this morning she is dramatically limping around the house as she was getting ready for school. I questioned her on the fact of whether or not it really hurt THAT bad. She said, close to tears, "Ooooooh it hurts reeeeeeeeeeally bad." To which I replied, "Oh honey, that's so sad. Because if it's that bad then it means you won't be able to go to gymnastics tonight. What a shame." She then proceeded to smile and RUN through the house and up the stairs to brush her teeth.

Yep. That's what I thought.

Soon to be 6, and more dramatic every. single. day.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Half human, half monkey

Some good times have been going on around here lately.

A couple of weeks ago Cupcake started gymnastics, after begging me to sign her up for 2 months. "After the move, honey, after the move..." I settled for starting the week OF the move. The director first put her in the wrong class, even though it's for ages 6 and up. And even though I tried to tell him she wasn't ready for that because she's a beginner. Like never-taken-gymnastics-EVER. She'll be 6 next month. So she spent that hour trying to figure out exactly what they were trying to do, in a class full of 8-10 year olds.

The instructor politely told me at the end that I signed her up for the wrong class.

Ummm.....yeah.

So we got that taken care of and last week she was in a younger class. She still didn't know what in the world she was doing, but neither did a couple of other girls. *Sigh of relief*

I have to give her credit - I would have attempted one cartwheel and fallen over dead on the floor. End of story.

So she's been practicing up. I've helped her (not by showing her how!!) the best I can. We'll see.

Class #3 is tomorrow night.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Moved.

We officially moved - the big stuff, and most of the little stuff - this past Saturday. And then we spent Sunday sleeping and laying around. Poor Seth could barely walk, and I think his buddies couldn't either but were just too kind to complain to us.

The last few days, as you can imagine, have been spent organizing, cleaning and unpacking. My new home is starting to take shape. (Minus the massive amount of peach/floral/geese wallpaper that needs to be torn down and walls painted)

Pictures will be coming soon. Trust me, there is nothing you want to see just yet.

I'm off to do the laundry. Because we all know the dirty laundry waits for no one.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Dear blogland

I am still here. Life is crazy at the moment, as you can imagine, because we are officially moving tomorrow! Packing, cleaning, painting....all while mother nature dumped an additional 7 inches of snow on us to the already 8 inches we had!

Oh yeah, life is fun.

Seth tells me that he is packing up all of the electronics in the house tonight. We won't be back online until sometime Sunday afternoon (who knew the cable company worked on Sundays? Does that seem weird to anyone else?)

However, I will still have my blackberry (because it is attached to me these days) and will be able to check email. I can technically post to my blog from it as well, but that sometimes takes too much brain energy.

So...for now...signing off.

Be back soon!!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

I want to go here

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

And I don't even feel bad for laughing

I bought Cupcake a diary for Christmas. Wait. Let me back up a bit.

Several months ago, she and I were out shopping and we came upon an entire aisle full of journals and diaries. She nearly peed her pants, she was so excited. She went running full speed down that aisle, yelling at nearly full volume....

"OOOOooohhh!! LOOK!!!! I wish I had that!! I could have MY VERY OWN DIARRHEA!!!!!"

That's right. You did not read it incorrectly. And of course there were several people to overhear her (ok, the whole store could hear her) nearby.

You can imagine my shock. And horror.

I quietly whispered to her that "diarrhea" was not exactly the correct word. At which point she very innocently looked at me and "whispered" - loudly - "Well...what IS diarrhea, then?" When I (almost inaudibly) informed her of what the true definition was, she howled with laughter and had to sit on the floor until she was able to get herself back under control.

I prayed for a time machine right then.

So, back to Christmas. I bought her a super cool diary - please don't confuse it with the other - that has electronic/voice recognition for a password. We finally got it out tonight to set it all up.

"So, what do you want your password to be? Think of a word."

Loooooooooooooong pause and blank stare. (I was beginning to wonder if she was having some kind of seizure)

"I dunno."

"No, really. Think of a password."

"ummm......(insert gibberish here)"

"Ok. It has to be a real word, one that you will remember FOREVER."

Another looooooooong pause.

Me: "Ok, how about...... 'chocolate'???"

"oooooooh yeah ok I like that one."

So. You push the button, it records her saying "chocolate" and then it's set. To open it again, SHE has to push the button and say the password. It really recognizes her voice, not just the word. If it doesn't recognize what she says, she gets one more chance. If it STILL doesn't recognize it, there is an "alarm" that sounds and it turns off.

Well. Turns out that this stupid diary is THE PICKIEST electronic toy EVER MADE.

For the rest of the evening, all I heard was:

"CHOCOLATE!!!

"Error. Please reenter your password."

"(very frustrated sigh)....CHOCOLATE!!!!!"

WOO WOOOO WOOO WOOOOO (as the alarm goes off and it shuts down)

"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

And since it is voice recognition, no one else in the house can help her (though we tried). So she's walking around the house all night screaming at her diary.

I have never been so entertained in all my life. I laughed until I cried. I didn't let her see me do it, but wow it was good.

When I was able to take a breath, I asked Seth "Is that not the funniest thing you've seen?!!?" to which he replied "I've heard it 900 times now. It's not funny."

Which just made me laugh even harder.

One week

One week
7 days
168 hours
10,080 minutes
604,800 seconds

......until we close on the new house!

Monday, December 28, 2009

And now for a break in regularly scheduled programming...

I have about 300 other things I need to be doing now, especially now that we are all feeling a bit better and are on the mend.

But I HAD to share this with you.

My dear sweet friend, Katie, gave me - I mean Cupcake - the most awesome kids' music CD ever. It's a Christian group and they are so good.

Click here to see it and to listen to samples. That is the CD we have, I noticed on their site that they have many others. I have a feeling our Go Fish library will be expanding soon.

My faves are track 9, 11 and 12.

Really. So good.

They're tagline is "Great music for kids that won't drive parents bonkers!"

I listen to it even when Cupcake isn't with me. Cracks me up.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Day #3

We have not left the house in 3 days and I am about to go crazy. It's about to get ugly.

Both Cupcake and Seth have been sick since before Christmas and now they have given it to me. I am not feeling as bad as they seem to be feeling, although I do suspect that they might be milking it a bit.

The last time I ventured out of the house was on Christmas Eve to go to Walmart. I know, smart huh? Funny thing is, I would give anything to go there again.

But, I cannot. Besides the fact that we are sick, my car is in a snow drift. Seth's car is in a snow drift. And every time I look out the window, hoping (praying) that somehow it is 75 degrees and sunny, I just get disgusted and go back to bed.


Cupcake is ticked off because I will not allow her to go outside and play in the snow. :( She posted this on her door:


Seth is in a sudafed-induced coma. And I am desperately trying to find a way to entertain myself.
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