Phrases I never thought I'd hear myself say:
I promise, it tastes better when it's warm.
If your room isn't clean by the end of the day I'm going in there with a trash bag.
Don't those kids know how stupid they look in those clothes?
I'm so looking forward to school starting.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
It has been a tough day here at 3861 Old Bridge.
Kit is still recovering from his double ear infections and isn't quite back to his normal schedule. He isn't eating any of the baby food we give him and really is only mildly interested in the food I eat. This leaves me scratching my head trying to figure out how to get all the nutrients in him that he needs. All he really wants to do is drink milk but this isn't giving him the sustenance he needs to cheerfully make his way to the next day. He has been waking up several times during the night when it seems like we just finally got him sleeping through the night last week. Basically, that's the long way of saying that Chuck and I were both worn out before today even began.
This morning, after Chuck had left for work, I was attempting to get Kit to eat something and of course he was more interested in what I was eating so I put a bowl of cereal on his tray and let him take the reigns. In a matter of minutes he tossed the bowl, cereal and all, over the side of his highchair to the waiting pack below. Normally when this happens there are a few growls and snarls but everyone is too busy chowing down to actually pursue a fight. The only thing I can think that made this time different is that when the bowl hit the floor is landed upright with all the contents in it instead of spread out everywhere and the dogs were all vying for the same small space. Needless to say, a fight ensued, which resulted in a trip to the animal hospital.
My word...does this happen to everybody? I sat down to type this blog over an hour ago and I've only managed to squeak out two paragraphs. I have gotten side tracked by beer brought to me by my wonderful husband, e-mails, text messages, garage sale maps online, and so on and so forth. Blogging feels like work.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is, Juniper got Kadi by the neck and it's a good thing she didn't bite any harder or decide to shake her because this tough day would have gotten a lot worse. As of now, Kadi has a cut up ear and two shallow puncture wounds that have been sterilized, she's been doped up with pain meds and antibiotics, and she's currently zoned out on the bed next to me.
More tough times, discussions, and decisions are ahead.
Kit is still recovering from his double ear infections and isn't quite back to his normal schedule. He isn't eating any of the baby food we give him and really is only mildly interested in the food I eat. This leaves me scratching my head trying to figure out how to get all the nutrients in him that he needs. All he really wants to do is drink milk but this isn't giving him the sustenance he needs to cheerfully make his way to the next day. He has been waking up several times during the night when it seems like we just finally got him sleeping through the night last week. Basically, that's the long way of saying that Chuck and I were both worn out before today even began.
This morning, after Chuck had left for work, I was attempting to get Kit to eat something and of course he was more interested in what I was eating so I put a bowl of cereal on his tray and let him take the reigns. In a matter of minutes he tossed the bowl, cereal and all, over the side of his highchair to the waiting pack below. Normally when this happens there are a few growls and snarls but everyone is too busy chowing down to actually pursue a fight. The only thing I can think that made this time different is that when the bowl hit the floor is landed upright with all the contents in it instead of spread out everywhere and the dogs were all vying for the same small space. Needless to say, a fight ensued, which resulted in a trip to the animal hospital.
My word...does this happen to everybody? I sat down to type this blog over an hour ago and I've only managed to squeak out two paragraphs. I have gotten side tracked by beer brought to me by my wonderful husband, e-mails, text messages, garage sale maps online, and so on and so forth. Blogging feels like work.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is, Juniper got Kadi by the neck and it's a good thing she didn't bite any harder or decide to shake her because this tough day would have gotten a lot worse. As of now, Kadi has a cut up ear and two shallow puncture wounds that have been sterilized, she's been doped up with pain meds and antibiotics, and she's currently zoned out on the bed next to me.
More tough times, discussions, and decisions are ahead.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Blog Schmog
I've decided blogs are intimidating. I don't know much about them except from the one's I've come across on Pinterest. Whoever these women are that can be moms, DIYers, carpenters, and amazing bloggers must also have multiple personalities that all can work at the same time. Anyway, I guess that's my way of saying that I am almost afraid of blogging. I have this ridiculous thought that I need to have a wonderful, inspiring, funny, and instructional blog or I should just not blog at all. In reality though, who is reading this? Mainly me. This is basically my online diary; so I need to get over it.
Anne is in the Slime, Grime, and Goop camp this week. It's a day camp. I am looking forward to overnight camp. Especially when we can send both the children at the same time. I'm not sure a week at the grandparents will ever happen so camp is the prize my eye is on right now. Maybe whenever that happens I can write the perfect blog.
Anne is in the Slime, Grime, and Goop camp this week. It's a day camp. I am looking forward to overnight camp. Especially when we can send both the children at the same time. I'm not sure a week at the grandparents will ever happen so camp is the prize my eye is on right now. Maybe whenever that happens I can write the perfect blog.
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