When I was younger, I used to write. A Lot. My parents swore that some day I'd be a writer. My English/Language Arts/Creative Writing teachers LOVED me and I still have my writing folders from grades 6,7,& 8. Geek right? Yeah per usual. Anyhow, I've always wanted to write a book and for some reason I can't even keep up with my blog...why in hell do I think I could write a book? A blog is easy, it's recounting my life, my daily events (errr...weekly, maybe even monthly? man I really am bad) and for some reason I can't even do that, what makes me think I could write a book? Not to mention, my brain is made of some sort of mush these days. I'm exhausted and can't sleep all at the same time. I'm sure it looks very similar to what I feed Conor on a daily basis...pureed with weird colors (seriously I fed the kid pears mixed with green beans tonight because he won't eat the beans alone - eww).
Talking to my sister tonight about the frustration of Aiden's imagination limitations... (he can imagine that the chair is a spaceship however cries when the spaceship doesn't really take off) She informed me that Aiden may look exactly like my husband, but he has my brain. Heh? Say what? She brings up a very vivid memory of hers (she is six years older) of me throwing the greatest hissy fit on the face of the planet under the kitchen table due to the fact that my mother wouldn't take me to the castle to go see my imaginary friends. I remember that hissy fit. So it must have been huge because I was three or four years old. I remember throwing my Mac and Cheese on the floor (first time I had been given Ketchup with it, I recall what it looked like on the linoleum)and freaking out screaming about my mom not taking me to the castle to see Johnny, Wonny, Conny, Fonny, Sonny, etc...or what I affectionately call the 'Onnies'. My imaginary friends lived in a castle, which was really a cool looking old church, in downtown Bangor, Maine. What child has imaginary friends that live too far away for her to visit on a regular basis? My dad did take me to that castle once and I was too afraid to go in, because Grover, in an armored suit, was standing behind the door. Okay there's all sorts of issues in that revelation. I don't think I ever met my imaginary friends and they lived too far away, separation anxiety issues much maybe? So yeah, she was right, he does have my brain. Thankfully my brain is on the normal side of crazy so I have hope for his future.
Speaking of being on the normal side of crazy, I'm not really sure how my sister and I are normal. As I grow older I find out more and more about my family and seriously there is probably a text book out there or two that could be written, I'm sure they could provide a pharmaceutical company plenty of business to not need to supply to anyone else...ever. Ten shades of crazy, and thankfully, I don't speak crazy. Well except that whole Onnie thing...
So on to the kids. Aiden still is on his Mars trip, not trip as in voyage because that is what he'd prefer. Not so sure how to deal with that except for the hope that one day he will grow out of it. Conor is sitting!! Yeah!! It doesn't last very long but he's soooo happy he's doing it...as am I because he WANTS to sit, he'd like to run actually...we'll get there eventually, probably too soon.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I want to go to SPEECH!!!
Last evening when putting Aiden to bed I told him about his day today, we do that every night just to give him a heads up on all the fun stuff that will be happening when the sun comes out. (Not everything is told to him though or we wouldn't hear the end of it)So I told him, tomorrow we are going to go see Ms. Tricia, we are going to Speech. He was so excited, he repeated, "We go to Speech when we wake up. When the sun comes out we go to Speech." So this morning, his eyes opened and he said, "We go in the car, we go to speech." Wooohoo. He loves speech. Which he does love speech but he's never talked about it like that. He of course preceded to ask about it every five minutes until we left at eleven. FUN.
I figured something was up when we pulled onto the street that the school was on and he said, "No mommy, we can't go to school, we have to go to speech." I said, "I know, speech is at school remember, we are going to go see Ms. Tricia." All went well, he went off with Ms. Tricia but when she brought him back he was in TEARS. She had told him, it is time to go home. He said, no it's not time to go home, it's time for speech. She informed him that she was speech and speech was all done for the day, didn't they have fun...which he did, but still cried, NO GO HOME. GO TO SPEECH.
Complete meltdown. We tried for about fifteen minutes to figure out what his definition of speech was, what did he do there, where was it, etc. Nothing but tears. Lasted quite a while until I pulled the McDonalds card. He had his cheeseburger and french fries at home and requested to take a nap. Which, I couldn't let him do because it was about time to take Conor to the pediatrician (Diagnosis - Ear infection number five since December).
Fast forward to this evening. Sam is at work still (it's almost 8pm). So we did nebulizer & a bottle with Conor after his dinner and he went to bed shortly after six. Aiden got to play Sonic for a little bit (after a day with no TV weee) and had his dinner. After dinner we came into the office to find some space coloring pages. The kid LOVES space. So we printed out a picture of Earth and a picture of a space shuttle. We were coloring Earth and he choose green for the US because of the grass, and colored that in. He wanted to color S. America blue because it's water, so I had to get his Globe out to look at it, he decided to switch to Orange and color in Africa. He said, "That's the desert." I was shocked. I said, "Yes that's right, that's the dessert." He said, "it has lots of sand, like the Speech." EUREKA! I have to call his speech pathologist in the morning. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have figured that out until next summer...
Time to put him to bed. Peace out.
I figured something was up when we pulled onto the street that the school was on and he said, "No mommy, we can't go to school, we have to go to speech." I said, "I know, speech is at school remember, we are going to go see Ms. Tricia." All went well, he went off with Ms. Tricia but when she brought him back he was in TEARS. She had told him, it is time to go home. He said, no it's not time to go home, it's time for speech. She informed him that she was speech and speech was all done for the day, didn't they have fun...which he did, but still cried, NO GO HOME. GO TO SPEECH.
Complete meltdown. We tried for about fifteen minutes to figure out what his definition of speech was, what did he do there, where was it, etc. Nothing but tears. Lasted quite a while until I pulled the McDonalds card. He had his cheeseburger and french fries at home and requested to take a nap. Which, I couldn't let him do because it was about time to take Conor to the pediatrician (Diagnosis - Ear infection number five since December).
Fast forward to this evening. Sam is at work still (it's almost 8pm). So we did nebulizer & a bottle with Conor after his dinner and he went to bed shortly after six. Aiden got to play Sonic for a little bit (after a day with no TV weee) and had his dinner. After dinner we came into the office to find some space coloring pages. The kid LOVES space. So we printed out a picture of Earth and a picture of a space shuttle. We were coloring Earth and he choose green for the US because of the grass, and colored that in. He wanted to color S. America blue because it's water, so I had to get his Globe out to look at it, he decided to switch to Orange and color in Africa. He said, "That's the desert." I was shocked. I said, "Yes that's right, that's the dessert." He said, "it has lots of sand, like the Speech." EUREKA! I have to call his speech pathologist in the morning. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have figured that out until next summer...
Time to put him to bed. Peace out.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Be the change you want to see in the world...
I full-heartedly believe in this statement and for some reason over the past 29 years, I'm not sure how much of a difference I have made. So recently, with this bearing on my mind, I've taken the time to become a 'social activist'.
It started with signing up to be a member of Human Rights Watch, then Unicef and most recently The World Wildlife Fund. I've written letters to congressmen re. The Child Soldier Prevention Act of 2007, joined The Tap Project, signed up for Earth Hourand today wrote letters to appropriate people re. a few issues the WWF has taken up on...including stopping importion of illegal woods into the US, rewriting the 1996 biological opinion issued by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service which concluded that no coal mining operation in the United States would ever jeopardize threatened or
endangered species listed then or in the future, cosponsoring the Bristol
Bay Protection Act (H.R.1957/S. 1311), which would permanently protect
Bristol Bay in Alaska from offshore oil and gas leasing and
development, cosponsoring the Great Cats and Rare Canids Act (H.R. 1464/S. 1033)and delaying Lease Sale 193, for oil and gas drilling
rights in the Chukchi Sea, until the potential impacts on polar bears
and other wildlife can be determined and until adequate oil spill
safety measures can be put in place.
None of these were hard to do, nor did they take much time out of a busy day...just a thought for anyone who would like to 'be the change you want to see in the world.'
Now, time to make a loaf of bread, fold some laundry and solve my family hunger issues...ie make dinner. ;)
It started with signing up to be a member of Human Rights Watch, then Unicef and most recently The World Wildlife Fund. I've written letters to congressmen re. The Child Soldier Prevention Act of 2007, joined The Tap Project, signed up for Earth Hourand today wrote letters to appropriate people re. a few issues the WWF has taken up on...including stopping importion of illegal woods into the US, rewriting the 1996 biological opinion issued by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service which concluded that no coal mining operation in the United States would ever jeopardize threatened or
endangered species listed then or in the future, cosponsoring the Bristol
Bay Protection Act (H.R.1957/S. 1311), which would permanently protect
Bristol Bay in Alaska from offshore oil and gas leasing and
development, cosponsoring the Great Cats and Rare Canids Act (H.R. 1464/S. 1033)and delaying Lease Sale 193, for oil and gas drilling
rights in the Chukchi Sea, until the potential impacts on polar bears
and other wildlife can be determined and until adequate oil spill
safety measures can be put in place.
None of these were hard to do, nor did they take much time out of a busy day...just a thought for anyone who would like to 'be the change you want to see in the world.'
Now, time to make a loaf of bread, fold some laundry and solve my family hunger issues...ie make dinner. ;)
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunday...
Ok I figured I'd at least update on what is up with today and then can backtrack on all the stuff I haven't updated on in the last...oh...whatever. LOL
Anyhow, today was actually rather productive for me. Sam was hungover all day because of being at the game last night, but he was good enough to watch the boys for a bit while I went out to the gym for a bit. I did 20 minutes on the elliptical (which is only 1 mile), and a ton of weights...bunch of different stuff...
I also made one makeup bag today (made one last night too). Want to get a few of them made and then put them up on my etsy site. I also am almost done with my crochet ball...probably will finish that tonight. I just finished nine soaps, so they are setting up. Plus normal household stuff...have I mentioned how much I love my new time saver of clipping dirty socks together. It makes folding whites soooo much easier.
Well I'm going to try and finish my ball and perhaps make a few bracelets too...I've hit a craft kick I guess.
Oh I really want to make these: http://www.michaelmillerfabrics.com/blog/cloth_shoe.pdf
Aren't they the cutest??
Anyhow, today was actually rather productive for me. Sam was hungover all day because of being at the game last night, but he was good enough to watch the boys for a bit while I went out to the gym for a bit. I did 20 minutes on the elliptical (which is only 1 mile), and a ton of weights...bunch of different stuff...
I also made one makeup bag today (made one last night too). Want to get a few of them made and then put them up on my etsy site. I also am almost done with my crochet ball...probably will finish that tonight. I just finished nine soaps, so they are setting up. Plus normal household stuff...have I mentioned how much I love my new time saver of clipping dirty socks together. It makes folding whites soooo much easier.
Well I'm going to try and finish my ball and perhaps make a few bracelets too...I've hit a craft kick I guess.
Oh I really want to make these: http://www.michaelmillerfabrics.com/blog/cloth_shoe.pdf
Aren't they the cutest??
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Some tips...
I thought I'd share these...just tips I've picked up along the way and some of my own. Only a few today but I'll be sure to add more.
Aiden is potty training (as I may have complained about previously). His issue is that he's afraid of the dark, if I'm mid giving Conor a bottle (as it seems I always am when he's going potty) then he is left screaming at the bathroom door saying he has to pee and it's too dark. We have a light switch with four switches on it and the decision is just too overwhelming I think. So we sat and picked out a few small stickers to label the right switch. One sticker for on and one for off. Works great! (Though we went to a friends house and he was upset that the stickers were missing from their light switch...so everyone must do it now...hehe).
I picked up a tip in a book recently of clipping together socks (dirty ones) w/ those small colored clothes pins. I've seen to do it with safety pins, but that takes forever...so I went out the other day and picked up two packages of clothes pins at the dollar store, assigned red to Sam, blue to me, green to Aiden and told them if they want their socks back from the laundry they have to be clipped together when dirty. I just did my first load of whites with them clipped and man what a time saver! When Conor gets big enough to have his clothes washed with ours I'll assign him blue or red, because it will be obvious they aren't Sam's or mine. Not only are they all paired already, I also know whose is whose quickly by looking at their colored clip! Just had to share for those of you that hate pairing socks.
Aiden is potty training (as I may have complained about previously). His issue is that he's afraid of the dark, if I'm mid giving Conor a bottle (as it seems I always am when he's going potty) then he is left screaming at the bathroom door saying he has to pee and it's too dark. We have a light switch with four switches on it and the decision is just too overwhelming I think. So we sat and picked out a few small stickers to label the right switch. One sticker for on and one for off. Works great! (Though we went to a friends house and he was upset that the stickers were missing from their light switch...so everyone must do it now...hehe).
I picked up a tip in a book recently of clipping together socks (dirty ones) w/ those small colored clothes pins. I've seen to do it with safety pins, but that takes forever...so I went out the other day and picked up two packages of clothes pins at the dollar store, assigned red to Sam, blue to me, green to Aiden and told them if they want their socks back from the laundry they have to be clipped together when dirty. I just did my first load of whites with them clipped and man what a time saver! When Conor gets big enough to have his clothes washed with ours I'll assign him blue or red, because it will be obvious they aren't Sam's or mine. Not only are they all paired already, I also know whose is whose quickly by looking at their colored clip! Just had to share for those of you that hate pairing socks.
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