Friday, January 30, 2009
Frito is Evil
As if I needed more proof. I just had an entire post typed out, had it highlighted to change the font color and with super-sonic speed she reached out and deleted EVERYTHING. I'm thoroughly disgusted and going to take a nap. To be continued..........
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Prenatal Tomorrow
My midwife is coming tomorrow for a prenatal. We missed last month's because she had chickenpox running through her house. I really wanted to go ahead and expose the girls but decided it probably would be best to do it when I wasn't pregnant. This makes TWO opportunities in the past year where my girls could have gotten it naturally and didn't. Dang it!
I also have a doula-in-training coming to meet with us. I've never had a doula and don't really feel the need for one since this isn't my first rodeo but she's an acquaintance and needs one more birth to get her DONA certification so I'm game! Since we'll still be in the FEMA trailer when the baby comes it will mean all 3 of my kids will have been born in a different house. The Nut was born in our first house and Frito was born in the house we have now but it won't be anywhere near ready before this one's born. I always imagined part of the appeal of homebirth is that you always have those memories come to the surface when you see the room your child was born in. That doesn't even count for Frito anymore because the room she was born in isn't technically there anymore :o( and will look completely different when it's finished. So NONE of my birth memories will be attached to the actual rooms.
We had a cow wandering the neighborhood yesterday. Yep. Made me late to an appointment too. I was getting ready to leave and saw TGTBT walk across the street and then go talk to a policeman who was in his car in a neighbor's driveway. He came back and said, "There's a cow in Joe's backyard. I walked around the corner and he looked at me like, 'Oh snap! The jig is up!'" LOL So right as I was leaving the owners drove up and roped him and led him off. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. We also had a bobcat or something run through our backyard not long after moving here so The Nut wasn't allowed to play outside by herself for quite a while. I wouldn't necessarily consider where we live to be "country" but those 2 things make me wonder.
My sister is convinced that Frito is going to be a stripper. She has certain poses and gestures that DO sometimes look like it may be inevitable. I mean, a few days ago she WAS walking around in nothing but a diaper and boots. I think the deal was sealed this evening because she crawled up on the coffee table and danced. She was literally shimmying and shaking her hips and at one point was on all fours twisting her shoulders. I was cracking up and making comments to TGTBT about it and he found nothing amusing at all. He takes these things too seriously.
Eh. The Nut was a terror today so I didn't find anything she did to be funny so I'll post an oldie but goodie.
Last summer Emily was talking about dinosaurs and she mentioned the caradaptol.
I said, "The what?"
"The caradaptol. You know, the one that has wings."
I also have a doula-in-training coming to meet with us. I've never had a doula and don't really feel the need for one since this isn't my first rodeo but she's an acquaintance and needs one more birth to get her DONA certification so I'm game! Since we'll still be in the FEMA trailer when the baby comes it will mean all 3 of my kids will have been born in a different house. The Nut was born in our first house and Frito was born in the house we have now but it won't be anywhere near ready before this one's born. I always imagined part of the appeal of homebirth is that you always have those memories come to the surface when you see the room your child was born in. That doesn't even count for Frito anymore because the room she was born in isn't technically there anymore :o( and will look completely different when it's finished. So NONE of my birth memories will be attached to the actual rooms.
We had a cow wandering the neighborhood yesterday. Yep. Made me late to an appointment too. I was getting ready to leave and saw TGTBT walk across the street and then go talk to a policeman who was in his car in a neighbor's driveway. He came back and said, "There's a cow in Joe's backyard. I walked around the corner and he looked at me like, 'Oh snap! The jig is up!'" LOL So right as I was leaving the owners drove up and roped him and led him off. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. We also had a bobcat or something run through our backyard not long after moving here so The Nut wasn't allowed to play outside by herself for quite a while. I wouldn't necessarily consider where we live to be "country" but those 2 things make me wonder.
My sister is convinced that Frito is going to be a stripper. She has certain poses and gestures that DO sometimes look like it may be inevitable. I mean, a few days ago she WAS walking around in nothing but a diaper and boots. I think the deal was sealed this evening because she crawled up on the coffee table and danced. She was literally shimmying and shaking her hips and at one point was on all fours twisting her shoulders. I was cracking up and making comments to TGTBT about it and he found nothing amusing at all. He takes these things too seriously.
Eh. The Nut was a terror today so I didn't find anything she did to be funny so I'll post an oldie but goodie.
Last summer Emily was talking about dinosaurs and she mentioned the caradaptol.
I said, "The what?"
"The caradaptol. You know, the one that has wings."
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Had a Family Day Today
We were supposed to get out yesterday and do something fun. However, TGTBT and I both woke up before 6 and couldn't go back to sleep. He did a lot of work outside the house and I did a lot of work inside the house and by the time we were ready to go anywhere I was SO exhausted and in pain that I backed out. So to appease The Nut who had convinced herself that she was going to Chuck E. Cheese, TGTBT rented a movie for her and we all watched it together.
He rented The City of Ember which is about some sort of apocolypse that happens in the future and a group of scientists and architects and other learned folks built a city underground and sent a group of people to live so that mankind would survive. For their safety they made it impossible to leave except by following instructions left in a box that was set to open in 200 years. The box gets misplaced, over 200 years go by and things are getting desperate down below as the food supply and generator were only meant to last 200 years. Still with me?
Anyway, the point behind all that explanation is that creatures can make their way down to the city and I'm assuming the apocolypse was nuclear in nature because the animals are all huge (moth the size of a dog, etc.) and thus a threat. At one point there was a giant man-eating mole. This was a PG kids movie, I swear, and it sounds worse than it really was. It wasn't scary at all. Or so we thought. The Nut starts griping at TGTBT about the movie because she thinks she's going to have bad dreams now. She didn't, by the way. She said she was going to have nightmares about the monsters. TGTBT said, "There aren't any monsters." She said, "What about that giant thing that ate that man?" He said, "That wasn't a monster, that was a mole." She got huffy and crossed her arms and glared and said, "Monster....mole....what's the difference?" We cracked up.
So today we took the girls bowling. Well, Frito didn't actually bowl but she had a blast pointing out all the balls to me. And even with TGTBT and I both using the bumpers we had for The Nut, SHE was the only one who had multiple strikes and some of those were without the ball EVER touching the bumpers. She shamed us. We then had to deal with a meltdown because she didn't win anything in the crane game and lost her last quarter trying to get a toy out of a machine that TGTBT told her not to use because it was broken. She thinks she should get a souvenir everywhere she goes.
On the way home she was told we didn't want to hear a word out of her mouth until we pulled into the driveway. Sounds harsh if you don't know her and perfectly reasonable if you do. See, The Nut has no filter. Literally, every thought that passes through her head also passes through her lips. Which is fantastic if you're only around her for a few minutes at a time and/or if you're writing a blog. :o) Not so great the rest of the time. We had reached our limits when we were about 20 minutes from home and so we laid down the law.
So, it was very quiet in the car. Out of the blue, from the direction of Frito's carseat we hear, "Cookieeeeeee." The problem was that it was said in the most evil, sinister, chill-inducing way it could possibly be said. TGTBT and I looked at each other and questioned whether we heard what we thought we heard and then I broke into the Friday the 13th, "Ch ch ch ah ah ah ah." Then FRITO started doing that too! That was actually funny but the "cookieeeeee" thing was not.
He rented The City of Ember which is about some sort of apocolypse that happens in the future and a group of scientists and architects and other learned folks built a city underground and sent a group of people to live so that mankind would survive. For their safety they made it impossible to leave except by following instructions left in a box that was set to open in 200 years. The box gets misplaced, over 200 years go by and things are getting desperate down below as the food supply and generator were only meant to last 200 years. Still with me?
Anyway, the point behind all that explanation is that creatures can make their way down to the city and I'm assuming the apocolypse was nuclear in nature because the animals are all huge (moth the size of a dog, etc.) and thus a threat. At one point there was a giant man-eating mole. This was a PG kids movie, I swear, and it sounds worse than it really was. It wasn't scary at all. Or so we thought. The Nut starts griping at TGTBT about the movie because she thinks she's going to have bad dreams now. She didn't, by the way. She said she was going to have nightmares about the monsters. TGTBT said, "There aren't any monsters." She said, "What about that giant thing that ate that man?" He said, "That wasn't a monster, that was a mole." She got huffy and crossed her arms and glared and said, "Monster....mole....what's the difference?" We cracked up.
So today we took the girls bowling. Well, Frito didn't actually bowl but she had a blast pointing out all the balls to me. And even with TGTBT and I both using the bumpers we had for The Nut, SHE was the only one who had multiple strikes and some of those were without the ball EVER touching the bumpers. She shamed us. We then had to deal with a meltdown because she didn't win anything in the crane game and lost her last quarter trying to get a toy out of a machine that TGTBT told her not to use because it was broken. She thinks she should get a souvenir everywhere she goes.
On the way home she was told we didn't want to hear a word out of her mouth until we pulled into the driveway. Sounds harsh if you don't know her and perfectly reasonable if you do. See, The Nut has no filter. Literally, every thought that passes through her head also passes through her lips. Which is fantastic if you're only around her for a few minutes at a time and/or if you're writing a blog. :o) Not so great the rest of the time. We had reached our limits when we were about 20 minutes from home and so we laid down the law.
So, it was very quiet in the car. Out of the blue, from the direction of Frito's carseat we hear, "Cookieeeeeee." The problem was that it was said in the most evil, sinister, chill-inducing way it could possibly be said. TGTBT and I looked at each other and questioned whether we heard what we thought we heard and then I broke into the Friday the 13th, "Ch ch ch ah ah ah ah." Then FRITO started doing that too! That was actually funny but the "cookieeeeee" thing was not.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Just Found The Nut's Wish List
Apparently they wrote notes to "Santa" as a class assignment because I just found a paper cut out in the shape of Santa with a wish list written on it shoved down in her backpack.
Here it is unedited and unabridged but my notes are in parentheses:
Can I have a poppy
(don't think she's into opium so I'm assuming she meant 'puppy')
Can I have loche uve kissis
(lots of kisses?)
Can I have a bicke
(she does have a bike but it doesn't have a 'c' in it so I guess she wants to upgrade)
Can I have a kiss
(she seems to have a thing for tubby older men---although who would be a better sugar daddy than Santa?)
Can I have a shtrips
(have no clue what that is)
Can I have a dog
Can I have a fish
Can I have fun
(that ones strikes me as a little sad)
Can I have a hot bog
(just makes me smile)
Can I have a sled
(because it would get so much use where we live)
Can I have a corn bog
(she's either obsessed with food or is just throwing in any kind of "dog" she can think of in the hopes of getting at least one)
Can I have a cap
(she has 2 or 3 hats already so maybe she's going gangsta' now)
I know most kids wish for ponies and going to Disneyland so I want to be clear that her modest list does NOT mean she's neglected. She gets hot bogs and corn bogs on a regular basis. She has had a fish in the past and he lived longer than anyone expected in spite of her putting popcorn and entire strips of chewing gum in his tank for him to eat. I admit that she can never have too many kisses so I'll have to work on giving her as many as I can. She does have fun but never as much as she'd like and that's something else I can work on. She's just flat out of luck on the sled issue though. Maybe we can take a trip this winter and at least let her ride one.........
Oh yeah. She learned how to tie her shoes on her own yesterday. If you see her out somewhere, expect to be shown over and over again.
Here it is unedited and unabridged but my notes are in parentheses:
Can I have a poppy
(don't think she's into opium so I'm assuming she meant 'puppy')
Can I have loche uve kissis
(lots of kisses?)
Can I have a bicke
(she does have a bike but it doesn't have a 'c' in it so I guess she wants to upgrade)
Can I have a kiss
(she seems to have a thing for tubby older men---although who would be a better sugar daddy than Santa?)
Can I have a shtrips
(have no clue what that is)
Can I have a dog
Can I have a fish
Can I have fun
(that ones strikes me as a little sad)
Can I have a hot bog
(just makes me smile)
Can I have a sled
(because it would get so much use where we live)
Can I have a corn bog
(she's either obsessed with food or is just throwing in any kind of "dog" she can think of in the hopes of getting at least one)
Can I have a cap
(she has 2 or 3 hats already so maybe she's going gangsta' now)
I know most kids wish for ponies and going to Disneyland so I want to be clear that her modest list does NOT mean she's neglected. She gets hot bogs and corn bogs on a regular basis. She has had a fish in the past and he lived longer than anyone expected in spite of her putting popcorn and entire strips of chewing gum in his tank for him to eat. I admit that she can never have too many kisses so I'll have to work on giving her as many as I can. She does have fun but never as much as she'd like and that's something else I can work on. She's just flat out of luck on the sled issue though. Maybe we can take a trip this winter and at least let her ride one.........
Oh yeah. She learned how to tie her shoes on her own yesterday. If you see her out somewhere, expect to be shown over and over again.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Today Sucked Too
But for different reasons than yesterday. Frito managed to work her fingers into the inner workings of her carseat and get them stuck between two pieces of metal. I didn't know her hand was stuck and pulled her arm out of the strap and her hand POPPED out and she screamed and 3 fingers were red and swollen and 1 was cut. :o( I felt awful because she had been crying off and on the entire way home and I didn't know why. So that solidifies my loss of the mother of the year award. There's always next year.
And....we're having issues with The Nut's teacher. The Nut has been coming home with work in her backpack with no instructions on how it's to be done or when or even IF it's supposed to be turned back in. There had been papers sent home at the beginning of the year that explained how the routine went such as spelling and vocabulary being sent home Monday to be worked on all week for a test on Friday. Home readers sent home Monday to be signed and turned in on Thursday. Lately The Nut has been telling us some different things and we argue with her and it ends in a fight and us forcing her to do it our way because that's what we've been told by the teacher.
Well, I sent a note today asking about it and got a call back where she essentially said that the second half of the school year she expects the students to be responsible for their own homework and she tells them multiple times throughout the day about their assignment and The Nut just needs to learn to pay attention. These are 1st graders we're talking about. I told her I disagreed with that and she said she's been teaching for 6 years and knows what 6-year olds are capable of. How do you argue with that? There was nothing sent home to let parents know that she would be changing the routine in the middle of the year and nothing to let us know what we're supposed to be enforcing. How many parents are going to believe their 6-year old when that child starts saying they're supposed to be doing things differently? Not many I would guess.
At any rate, I've been irritated all day about it. To add insult to injury The Nut came home today with a paper for me to sign that said the students should be reading 60 words per minute by the end of the school year and they were tested today. This is the story they read that they were supposed to be able to read fluently:
One day, Tess Tiger went to visit Vic Hippo. Vic packed a big basket for a picnic at the pond. "You bring the lunch," said Tess. "I'll bring these very important things." Vic just nodded.
They started up the path. It was a very hot day. All of a sudden, Vic felt sick. "Sit under my umbrella," said Tess. "I'll fan you, too." "Thanks," said Vic.
When Vic felt better they went off to the pond. All of a sudden, Vic stopped and cried, "Oh no! I forgot the basket!" "I'll go back and get it," said Tess. "You go on." Tess dropped some pebbles as she walked. She found the picnic basket and started back.
Anyway. I'm just frustrated because it seems they expect so much at such a young age nowadays. I wish I had it in me to homeschool but I just keep holding out hope that each year will be an improvement and things will be better.
I wish I had something funny to report but I'm not if a funny mood today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
And....we're having issues with The Nut's teacher. The Nut has been coming home with work in her backpack with no instructions on how it's to be done or when or even IF it's supposed to be turned back in. There had been papers sent home at the beginning of the year that explained how the routine went such as spelling and vocabulary being sent home Monday to be worked on all week for a test on Friday. Home readers sent home Monday to be signed and turned in on Thursday. Lately The Nut has been telling us some different things and we argue with her and it ends in a fight and us forcing her to do it our way because that's what we've been told by the teacher.
Well, I sent a note today asking about it and got a call back where she essentially said that the second half of the school year she expects the students to be responsible for their own homework and she tells them multiple times throughout the day about their assignment and The Nut just needs to learn to pay attention. These are 1st graders we're talking about. I told her I disagreed with that and she said she's been teaching for 6 years and knows what 6-year olds are capable of. How do you argue with that? There was nothing sent home to let parents know that she would be changing the routine in the middle of the year and nothing to let us know what we're supposed to be enforcing. How many parents are going to believe their 6-year old when that child starts saying they're supposed to be doing things differently? Not many I would guess.
At any rate, I've been irritated all day about it. To add insult to injury The Nut came home today with a paper for me to sign that said the students should be reading 60 words per minute by the end of the school year and they were tested today. This is the story they read that they were supposed to be able to read fluently:
One day, Tess Tiger went to visit Vic Hippo. Vic packed a big basket for a picnic at the pond. "You bring the lunch," said Tess. "I'll bring these very important things." Vic just nodded.
They started up the path. It was a very hot day. All of a sudden, Vic felt sick. "Sit under my umbrella," said Tess. "I'll fan you, too." "Thanks," said Vic.
When Vic felt better they went off to the pond. All of a sudden, Vic stopped and cried, "Oh no! I forgot the basket!" "I'll go back and get it," said Tess. "You go on." Tess dropped some pebbles as she walked. She found the picnic basket and started back.
Anyway. I'm just frustrated because it seems they expect so much at such a young age nowadays. I wish I had it in me to homeschool but I just keep holding out hope that each year will be an improvement and things will be better.
I wish I had something funny to report but I'm not if a funny mood today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Worst Afternoon Ever
Ok, not really. But nothing seemed to go my way today.
I picked up The Nut from school and she was all polite and being sweet after taking an HOUR to get ready this morning and being 10 minutes late to school. On the way home I was coming up on traffic at a red light and she starts screaming, "Whoa! Whoa! You're gonna' wreck! Slow down, slow down, slow down, STOP!!!" For the record, I wasn't anywhere close to hitting them. She then says, "I'm glad you didn't hit that car because then you'd go to jail and I don't want you to go to jail because you'd be DEAD by the time you got out!"
Then, after we get home she says, "Mama are you proud of me? I'm being all nice and sweet. That's called relative. I'm being relative."
I have no idea where that came from but I'll take what I can get. And in case you're wondering, she stopped "being relative" shortly thereafter.
Once when I was picking her up from Kindergarten the teacher she was standing with burst out laughing right as I pulled up and I could see her getting the other teachers' attention and telling them something. She opened the car door and I asked what was so funny and she said that The Nut looked at her and said, out of the blue, "Sometimes my daddy calls me a turd."
That's more like it.
I got us a little more settled in today but this just isn't going to be easy. My number 1 complaint is that the sink is at the very end of the counter with the stove right next to it. Tell me a man didn't design that layout because there's NOWHERE to put a dish drainer. So I've been laying dishes out on towels to dry all day long.
I actually had many, many things go wrong for me today. I won't get into them all but I'll tell you about one because it is just typical me, all the way around. I was on the phone with TGTBT as I was coming back in from bringing The Nut to school and I saw water all over the floor in front of the fridge and spreading all over the kitchen. I said, "Uh oh. The fridge is leaking." He said, "Oh, I bet the valve on the water dispenser isn't turned sideways."
Sure enough. Since we don't have a built in water dispenser in this fridge he bought a 2 gallon container that he filled and it has the valve off the front of it that you flip one direction for the water to flow and flip back to shut it off. He had it turned sideways and the first thing I did this morning was to turn it forward which meant the refrigerator door pressed on it when it was closed. So almost 2 gallons of water was all over the floor. Nice.
There was also an incident this afternoon involving burning rice and a smoke-filled trailer but I won't bore you with the details.
Public Service Announcement: When you're cooking on a brand new stove, don't just glance at the controls before you work them. Make sure you know what you're looking at. PSA over.
The Nut is obsessed about fires and fire safety and often talks about escape plans at random moments. Today's incident happened in about 5 minutes as I was rushing to take a bath. I smelled the smoke and came out covered in soap and shampoo to see The Nut on the computer without a CLUE that the trailer was filled with smoke. I was rushing around turning on vents and opening windows and praying that the 15 smoke alarms wouldn't go off. (No exaggeration. There are 3 just within my sight right now in one room. My guess is whoever FEMA contracted to build the trailers charged $5000 per alarm so they jammed as many in as they could.) The entire time she's just sitting there on the computer and not even looking at me but saying, "I didn't notice. I don't know how I didn't notice but I didn't notice. Good thing the trailer didn't catch on fire, huh?"
I picked up The Nut from school and she was all polite and being sweet after taking an HOUR to get ready this morning and being 10 minutes late to school. On the way home I was coming up on traffic at a red light and she starts screaming, "Whoa! Whoa! You're gonna' wreck! Slow down, slow down, slow down, STOP!!!" For the record, I wasn't anywhere close to hitting them. She then says, "I'm glad you didn't hit that car because then you'd go to jail and I don't want you to go to jail because you'd be DEAD by the time you got out!"
Then, after we get home she says, "Mama are you proud of me? I'm being all nice and sweet. That's called relative. I'm being relative."
I have no idea where that came from but I'll take what I can get. And in case you're wondering, she stopped "being relative" shortly thereafter.
Once when I was picking her up from Kindergarten the teacher she was standing with burst out laughing right as I pulled up and I could see her getting the other teachers' attention and telling them something. She opened the car door and I asked what was so funny and she said that The Nut looked at her and said, out of the blue, "Sometimes my daddy calls me a turd."
That's more like it.
I got us a little more settled in today but this just isn't going to be easy. My number 1 complaint is that the sink is at the very end of the counter with the stove right next to it. Tell me a man didn't design that layout because there's NOWHERE to put a dish drainer. So I've been laying dishes out on towels to dry all day long.
I actually had many, many things go wrong for me today. I won't get into them all but I'll tell you about one because it is just typical me, all the way around. I was on the phone with TGTBT as I was coming back in from bringing The Nut to school and I saw water all over the floor in front of the fridge and spreading all over the kitchen. I said, "Uh oh. The fridge is leaking." He said, "Oh, I bet the valve on the water dispenser isn't turned sideways."
Sure enough. Since we don't have a built in water dispenser in this fridge he bought a 2 gallon container that he filled and it has the valve off the front of it that you flip one direction for the water to flow and flip back to shut it off. He had it turned sideways and the first thing I did this morning was to turn it forward which meant the refrigerator door pressed on it when it was closed. So almost 2 gallons of water was all over the floor. Nice.
There was also an incident this afternoon involving burning rice and a smoke-filled trailer but I won't bore you with the details.
Public Service Announcement: When you're cooking on a brand new stove, don't just glance at the controls before you work them. Make sure you know what you're looking at. PSA over.
The Nut is obsessed about fires and fire safety and often talks about escape plans at random moments. Today's incident happened in about 5 minutes as I was rushing to take a bath. I smelled the smoke and came out covered in soap and shampoo to see The Nut on the computer without a CLUE that the trailer was filled with smoke. I was rushing around turning on vents and opening windows and praying that the 15 smoke alarms wouldn't go off. (No exaggeration. There are 3 just within my sight right now in one room. My guess is whoever FEMA contracted to build the trailers charged $5000 per alarm so they jammed as many in as they could.) The entire time she's just sitting there on the computer and not even looking at me but saying, "I didn't notice. I don't know how I didn't notice but I didn't notice. Good thing the trailer didn't catch on fire, huh?"
Saturday, January 17, 2009
We are Officially Homeless
At least, real-house homeless. This will be our first night in our FEMA trailer. And guess what? The air conditioner is broken. And I'm hot. We have the fan going and the windows open so it's not too bad. But I think TGTBT jumped the gun a bit because this city's water is AWFUL, like you can see sediment in it awful, and we have no water filter nor did we think to bring bottled water. And I'm thirsty. So he's off to the Walmartz to get a Pur water filter and some ice trays because we also have no ice. And he's usually such a good planner.....
The Nut is spending her second night at her grandpa's and Frito is in bed in her new teeny tiny bedroom so it's quiet. No new stories about The Nut but Frito gave me a good one today. TGTBT and my brother-in-law and HIS brother moved all the big furniture today so I went through and emptied the dressers and stuff and tried to keep Frito out of their way. She REALLY wanted to be all up in their business so I stuck her in The Nut's room with Spongebob on the tv (no Mom of the Year award for me........and I was SO close........) and I realized after a few minutes that she was really quiet.
I went in there half expecting to see her asleep on the bed. Instead, the tv was turned off, all the clothes I had emptied from the dresser were back IN the dresser and Frito was nowhere to be found. Actually, she was in the closet with the door 3/4 shut and she was pooping. I've heard LOTS of stories about kids going into closets and pooping but they're usually out of diapers so there's one thing to be thankful for. Could have been a LOT worse. And bless her heart, she's the antithesis of her mom. She loves picking up and organizing things and I think it's adorable even when it means twice the work for me. I just re-emptied the dresser and made sure the moving men took that one next.
As far as the house goes, I got to see our almost finished laundry room today. The walls are textured and painted and all we need is flooring and the trimming stuff and we'll have one room finished! We're making quite a few changes in the general layout of the house so it's very exciting. Timing could be better because there's no way we'll be in before the baby comes and I have no idea how the logistics will work with a kid, a toddler and a newborn all in one 3 bedroom trailer but we'll make the best of it! It could be SO much worse and fully realize how lucky we are that we've had a nice place to stay all these months and never had to live out of a tent like so many have.
Gotta' give a shout out to my mom too for coming 2 days in a row to help pack up and move things and keep Frito entertained. Thanks, Mom!
The Nut is spending her second night at her grandpa's and Frito is in bed in her new teeny tiny bedroom so it's quiet. No new stories about The Nut but Frito gave me a good one today. TGTBT and my brother-in-law and HIS brother moved all the big furniture today so I went through and emptied the dressers and stuff and tried to keep Frito out of their way. She REALLY wanted to be all up in their business so I stuck her in The Nut's room with Spongebob on the tv (no Mom of the Year award for me........and I was SO close........) and I realized after a few minutes that she was really quiet.
I went in there half expecting to see her asleep on the bed. Instead, the tv was turned off, all the clothes I had emptied from the dresser were back IN the dresser and Frito was nowhere to be found. Actually, she was in the closet with the door 3/4 shut and she was pooping. I've heard LOTS of stories about kids going into closets and pooping but they're usually out of diapers so there's one thing to be thankful for. Could have been a LOT worse. And bless her heart, she's the antithesis of her mom. She loves picking up and organizing things and I think it's adorable even when it means twice the work for me. I just re-emptied the dresser and made sure the moving men took that one next.
As far as the house goes, I got to see our almost finished laundry room today. The walls are textured and painted and all we need is flooring and the trimming stuff and we'll have one room finished! We're making quite a few changes in the general layout of the house so it's very exciting. Timing could be better because there's no way we'll be in before the baby comes and I have no idea how the logistics will work with a kid, a toddler and a newborn all in one 3 bedroom trailer but we'll make the best of it! It could be SO much worse and fully realize how lucky we are that we've had a nice place to stay all these months and never had to live out of a tent like so many have.
Gotta' give a shout out to my mom too for coming 2 days in a row to help pack up and move things and keep Frito entertained. Thanks, Mom!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Blair Frito
Remember the end of The Blair Witch Project when the camera pans to the guy standing in the corner? That was the scariest part of the entire movie, IMO. Lately Frito has been trying to scare me. Every time I go to the bathroom (which, at almost 30 weeks pregnant is pretty dang often) she follows me and I see her pass in front of the doorway eyeing me suspiciously. When I'm done I walk out to find her standing about a foot from the edge of the doorway, about 6 inches from the wall and she's stock still just staring at the wall with her head tilted down. She's trying to scare me by hiding and saying 'boo'----or actually, 'bah'----but she doesn't have her timing down yet so I always get the jump on her. What she doesn't know is that me seeing her standing there like that is WAY scarier than having her jump out at me and say, 'bah.'
Didn't get a thing packed yesterday, surprise surprise. And TGTBT called me today to let me know he was coming home for lunch so I had to hurry and act like I was cleaning something. :o) But I'm determined to make some headway this afternoon. I'll be taking pictures of the inside of our house (which is all concrete and wall studs at this point) and I'll be documenting the progress as we go along. Quick story about The Nut before I go.
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Hurricane Edouard was heading our way and I was telling Emily about it and she said, "You know what the most powerful thing on earth is? A volcano."
I said, "Well, actually hurricanes are the most powerful force on earth but the one coming now isn't going to be bad."
She looked at me and her eyes got huge and she said, "You know what another word for 'deadly' is? Doooooormant!"
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She's got it down now though.
Didn't get a thing packed yesterday, surprise surprise. And TGTBT called me today to let me know he was coming home for lunch so I had to hurry and act like I was cleaning something. :o) But I'm determined to make some headway this afternoon. I'll be taking pictures of the inside of our house (which is all concrete and wall studs at this point) and I'll be documenting the progress as we go along. Quick story about The Nut before I go.
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Hurricane Edouard was heading our way and I was telling Emily about it and she said, "You know what the most powerful thing on earth is? A volcano."
I said, "Well, actually hurricanes are the most powerful force on earth but the one coming now isn't going to be bad."
She looked at me and her eyes got huge and she said, "You know what another word for 'deadly' is? Doooooormant!"
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She's got it down now though.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Didn't you see a penis?
I'm watching Frito walk around in nothing but a diaper and her black boots. Last night it was a diaper and her brown boots. I worry about what her future holds.
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So, this is one of the latest bizarre things to come out of The Nut's mouth: Last Sunday my father-in-law was over for supper and he asked if we had decided on a baby name yet. He always wanted a little girl named Shannon so he's pushed that one for all 3 of our girls. No way is she going to be a Shannon. So I told him that right now Audrey was the front-runner but I still wasn't 100% sold on it. The Nut said that she LOVED Audrey and that was the name she wanted for the baby.
I told her that there were still other names that I liked such as Delilah. She said, "Forget Audrey! We have to name her Delilah!" So I told her that I also liked Chloe. All the sudden Chloe was the PERFECT name for the baby. So TGTBT and I were discussing all the choices and The Nut piped up with, "Didn't you see a penis?"
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"Um. What?"
"Didn't you see a penis?"
At this point FIL was about to pass out and TGTBT and I were confused.
"What do you mean see a penis? On the baby?"
"Yes! Didn't you see a penis on the baby?"
"No. That's why we're discussing GIRL names. If we had seen a penis we would be discussing BOY names."
"Oh. Well, I like the last one. Showy."
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Short post today because TGTBT really wants to try to move into our FEMA trailer this weekend. We've been living in a rent house (generously donated by my parents) since October and we're ready to be closer to home. And how much closer can we be than in a trailer parked in the front yard? We'll also be able to get Wally back (generously kept by FIL since October) and I'm looking forward to that. Off to start packing!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Introduction
Well! My sister convinced me to start blogging since I have the time (thanks to a husband who doesn't say much if the laundry isn't done), have plenty of material (thanks to kids who are "quirky") and have strong opinions on many subjects (thanks to--preblog era--having plenty of time to sit around and think about things.
So! The basics: My name is Tiffany. I'm 31 and have been married to (we'll call him TGTBT, short for Too Good To Be True, because he just is) since November of 1996. We currently have 2 children, The Nut, who was born in 2002, and Frito, who was born in 2007. They are both beautiful and "quirky" girls. I am also 7 months pregnant with another girl who, although has no nickname or definitive real name as of yet, is sure to be just as beautiful and "quirky" as her sisters.
I became a stay-at-home mom July of 2006 and in the past 2.5 years have had more joy, tears, stress, hugs, slobbery kisses and laugh-out-loud funny moments than I have any right to have. Staying home surrounded 24/7 by little people isn't easy. When I decided to stay home I only had one child and I had visions of us in white sundresses holding hands and dancing in fields of daisies. I would see us laughing and playing in slow motion. I would see her sitting in my lap as we snuggled and I read "See How Much I Love You" to her. In short, it would be heaven.
Well, the best laid plans and all that.........you know how it goes. Reality didn't take long to set it. I was going to take the first month home to rest and relax and get her adjusted to no more daycare and THEN I would begin to implement my fool-proof plan for mother-daughter bonding. In August I got pregnant. By September I was dealing with all-day "morning" sickness and The Nut was pretty much on her own. Oh, she had fun in between the bouts of neglect and boredom. Since she was basically responsible for her own sustenance she took it and ran with it.
I woke one morning and stumbled into the kitchen to find a chair pulled up to the fridge and the freezer door wide open. I went into The Nut's room and there she was, with the chocolate ice cream that I can only assume she needed to eat to wash down the powdered donuts she started off with.
She also quickly realized that even if she was doing something that wasn't allowed, there wasn't much I could do to stop her as pretty much every time I sat up and moved I would end up in the bathroom for 5 minutes hunched over the toilet. So she used that to her advantage too and she had a heck of a good time digging up the flowerbed, pouring her bottle of bubbles onto Wally (our English Bulldog) and harrassing the neighbor's lawn people. Do you have any idea how powerless you feel when you yell at your 4-year old to get back inside the house and she leans in long enough to tell you she's almost done burying the dog toys and then shuts the door while you have to decide between the ramifcations of letting her disobey or the knowledge that if you move you may very well set off a chain reaction that would leave you even MORE down for the count for the rest of the day?
I think this is long enough for an introduction and kind of demoralizing because I wanted to keep this thing succinct and on topic. If this is an indication of how the rest of this blog is going to be, and come on, let's be honest, we all know it is, then I offer a preemptive apology. If you knew me in real life this wouldn't be a surprise.
Lastly, as for the blog title-----when The Nut was a toddler 'mean beans' was her name for 'green beans.' Not for any particular reason. They just were. And 'Coleslaw' was actually the name she gave to a stuffed bear when she was 3. The two have absolutely nothing to do with each other save for being food items, and vegetables at that, but I like how it represents (in my mind at least) part of The Nut and she's a big reason for this blog. And I tend to find obscure references that don't have obvious meaning to be amusing.
So! The basics: My name is Tiffany. I'm 31 and have been married to (we'll call him TGTBT, short for Too Good To Be True, because he just is) since November of 1996. We currently have 2 children, The Nut, who was born in 2002, and Frito, who was born in 2007. They are both beautiful and "quirky" girls. I am also 7 months pregnant with another girl who, although has no nickname or definitive real name as of yet, is sure to be just as beautiful and "quirky" as her sisters.
I became a stay-at-home mom July of 2006 and in the past 2.5 years have had more joy, tears, stress, hugs, slobbery kisses and laugh-out-loud funny moments than I have any right to have. Staying home surrounded 24/7 by little people isn't easy. When I decided to stay home I only had one child and I had visions of us in white sundresses holding hands and dancing in fields of daisies. I would see us laughing and playing in slow motion. I would see her sitting in my lap as we snuggled and I read "See How Much I Love You" to her. In short, it would be heaven.
Well, the best laid plans and all that.........you know how it goes. Reality didn't take long to set it. I was going to take the first month home to rest and relax and get her adjusted to no more daycare and THEN I would begin to implement my fool-proof plan for mother-daughter bonding. In August I got pregnant. By September I was dealing with all-day "morning" sickness and The Nut was pretty much on her own. Oh, she had fun in between the bouts of neglect and boredom. Since she was basically responsible for her own sustenance she took it and ran with it.
I woke one morning and stumbled into the kitchen to find a chair pulled up to the fridge and the freezer door wide open. I went into The Nut's room and there she was, with the chocolate ice cream that I can only assume she needed to eat to wash down the powdered donuts she started off with.
She also quickly realized that even if she was doing something that wasn't allowed, there wasn't much I could do to stop her as pretty much every time I sat up and moved I would end up in the bathroom for 5 minutes hunched over the toilet. So she used that to her advantage too and she had a heck of a good time digging up the flowerbed, pouring her bottle of bubbles onto Wally (our English Bulldog) and harrassing the neighbor's lawn people. Do you have any idea how powerless you feel when you yell at your 4-year old to get back inside the house and she leans in long enough to tell you she's almost done burying the dog toys and then shuts the door while you have to decide between the ramifcations of letting her disobey or the knowledge that if you move you may very well set off a chain reaction that would leave you even MORE down for the count for the rest of the day?
I think this is long enough for an introduction and kind of demoralizing because I wanted to keep this thing succinct and on topic. If this is an indication of how the rest of this blog is going to be, and come on, let's be honest, we all know it is, then I offer a preemptive apology. If you knew me in real life this wouldn't be a surprise.
Lastly, as for the blog title-----when The Nut was a toddler 'mean beans' was her name for 'green beans.' Not for any particular reason. They just were. And 'Coleslaw' was actually the name she gave to a stuffed bear when she was 3. The two have absolutely nothing to do with each other save for being food items, and vegetables at that, but I like how it represents (in my mind at least) part of The Nut and she's a big reason for this blog. And I tend to find obscure references that don't have obvious meaning to be amusing.
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