Ahh, I have seriously been neglecting my blog. And trust me, it isn't from lack of topics, it's from lack of energy. So tonight's entry will be random tidbits....just whatever pops into my head. There is a technical term for this type of writing but it has now escaped my train of thought. So anyway, I guess first I will start with some random phrases that my two oldest Hurricanes have said:
"I'm a strong man. Strong mans eat barbecue; I eat barbecue, so I'm a strong man" --Mikey
"I want some Man Drink"--Mikey, asking for some Gatorade
"I want Daddy to cut my hair, like a man"--Mikey "I want Miss Mindy to cut my hair, she has suckers"--Daniel
Once I picked Daniel and Mikey up from daycare, and they were both in time out. I sat them down and told them that when they got in trouble at school that it made their teachers sad, it made Mommy and Daddy sad, and it made Jesus sad. Poor Daniel had big ole tears running down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I don't want Jesus to be sad" I look at Mikey, he's sitting there very composed and he calmly asks me "Can I have a popsicle?" "No, you can't have a popsicle, you made Jesus sad!!"
One of the things that cracks me up so much about Mikey is how matter of fact he is about EVERYTHING! He can say some of the most off the wall things with the straightest face. It's hilarious!!
Jumping to a new topic now....I'm so excited about Christmas this year. Last year was a rough Christmas for us. Zach was born on 12/21 and was still in the hospital in the NICU at Christmas. It was a scary time for us and I really didn't feel like I had a Christmas. Of course, Christmas is going to be difficult this year as well with Matt in Iraq. But I'm really looking forward to making this Christmas a special one for the boys. We haven't gotten our tree yet but I hope to get it up this weekend. We always have live trees and with our new house, we can get a REALLY TALL tree! WOOHOO!! I have also gotten a lot of my gifts bought already. Besides the boys and Robert, I only have my dad and my granny left to buy for. I think I know what I'm getting Granny and I'm letting Robert pick out Daddy's gift. Well, I guess that I've rambled enough for the moment....More later!!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
It's Party Time!!
We had Mikey's birthday party on Sat. There were only about 6 kids here, counting Mikey and Daniel, but we had fun. Since Mikey is into arts and crafts type stuff, we let the kids paint suncatchers and make visors. They loved it. Then it was time to open gifts and I swear it looked like Toys'R'Us threw up in my house!! That kid got more stuff for his birthday than some kids get for Christmas. Of course, all of those toys are now scattered throughout my house and I should really be up putting them away, but oh well. So, now Daniel and Mikey's parties are over and done with and that means that there's only Zach's left to go. YAY!! Birthdays were so much less work when I was a kid....
Monday, November 12, 2007
Through the Eyes of a Hurricane (Mikey edition)
The time has come, the walrus said
To talk of many things.....
Like all of the crazy antics my Mike Mike has gotten into over his nearly 4 years of existance. Mikey has had the "Middle Child Syndrome" long before he became the middle child! Out of my 3 boys, Mikey is probably my most headstrong. And that's saying a lot! One of the first Mikey Mike episodes happened when he was around 18 months old. We were living in our other house and Mikey had somehow managed to find a way past the baby gate that was supposed to keep him out of the kitchen. I was in another part of the house when I hear a blood curdling scream. My immediate thought was, "What has he done now?" Didn't really matter which "he"....I just knew one of my Hurricanes was up to no good. Sure enough, there was Mighty Mike....standing in the middle of the kitchen with water spraying all over the floor....HOT water, at that. He had somehow managed to open the cabinets under the sink and pulled the hot water pipe OUT of the wall. I called Robert in a panic.....he tells me to just turn the water off there under the sink. Major flaw to that plan....Mikey had pulled the pipe AND the cut off out of the wall!! SO by the time I get around to getting the water turned off at the road (my neighbor had to help me!) my kitchen floor was covered in about 2 inches of water and it was seeping into my living room. That was a huge mess to clean up!!
Moving right along....Mikey seems to have a fascination with sinks....When he was about 2, I found him one day sitting in the bathroom sink. Yeah, I said IN the sink...Don't know what he was thinking!!
Not only is Mikey fascinated with sinks, he's also fascinated with horses. In the house where we used to live, there was a horse pasture across the street. We had a really hard time keeping Mikey away from the horses. Well, one day, his daddy and his Uncle Steve were supposed to be watching him. Somehow he managed to escape from their watchful eyes (insert sarcasm here) and make his way across the street and up the gate and ALMOST into the pasture with the horses before his daddy caught him.
Among Mikey's other quirks, he has a thing for lining things up. He is very particular, especially when it comes to his Matchbox cars or Thomas the Trains. They must be in line and in order or we will experience the full blown power of a Mikey-Mike Meltdown. And believe me folks, those are not pretty.
And now for the masterpiece of Mikey stories....It was my Granny's 80th birthday party. My entire family (over 40 of them) were at my Granny's house. We were having a blast...until I hear the all too familiar sound of Daniel screaming. I was thinking, "Oh great, what now?" when Daniel walks in with blood running down the side of his face and neck....."Mikey hit me, Mikey hit me" With what, a meat cleaver?? Apparently, Daniel, Mikey and assorted cousins were throwing rocks at an ant bed and well, Daniel's head got in the way of Mikey's rock. So we left Mikey at my Granny's with my parents and took Daniel to the ER. About 30 min and some DuraBond later, Daniel was as good as new. Let's just say that Mikey found a way to make Granny's birthday a memorable experience. But then again, everything is a memorable experience when Mike Mike is around!!
To talk of many things.....
Like all of the crazy antics my Mike Mike has gotten into over his nearly 4 years of existance. Mikey has had the "Middle Child Syndrome" long before he became the middle child! Out of my 3 boys, Mikey is probably my most headstrong. And that's saying a lot! One of the first Mikey Mike episodes happened when he was around 18 months old. We were living in our other house and Mikey had somehow managed to find a way past the baby gate that was supposed to keep him out of the kitchen. I was in another part of the house when I hear a blood curdling scream. My immediate thought was, "What has he done now?" Didn't really matter which "he"....I just knew one of my Hurricanes was up to no good. Sure enough, there was Mighty Mike....standing in the middle of the kitchen with water spraying all over the floor....HOT water, at that. He had somehow managed to open the cabinets under the sink and pulled the hot water pipe OUT of the wall. I called Robert in a panic.....he tells me to just turn the water off there under the sink. Major flaw to that plan....Mikey had pulled the pipe AND the cut off out of the wall!! SO by the time I get around to getting the water turned off at the road (my neighbor had to help me!) my kitchen floor was covered in about 2 inches of water and it was seeping into my living room. That was a huge mess to clean up!!
Moving right along....Mikey seems to have a fascination with sinks....When he was about 2, I found him one day sitting in the bathroom sink. Yeah, I said IN the sink...Don't know what he was thinking!!
Not only is Mikey fascinated with sinks, he's also fascinated with horses. In the house where we used to live, there was a horse pasture across the street. We had a really hard time keeping Mikey away from the horses. Well, one day, his daddy and his Uncle Steve were supposed to be watching him. Somehow he managed to escape from their watchful eyes (insert sarcasm here) and make his way across the street and up the gate and ALMOST into the pasture with the horses before his daddy caught him.
Among Mikey's other quirks, he has a thing for lining things up. He is very particular, especially when it comes to his Matchbox cars or Thomas the Trains. They must be in line and in order or we will experience the full blown power of a Mikey-Mike Meltdown. And believe me folks, those are not pretty.
And now for the masterpiece of Mikey stories....It was my Granny's 80th birthday party. My entire family (over 40 of them) were at my Granny's house. We were having a blast...until I hear the all too familiar sound of Daniel screaming. I was thinking, "Oh great, what now?" when Daniel walks in with blood running down the side of his face and neck....."Mikey hit me, Mikey hit me" With what, a meat cleaver?? Apparently, Daniel, Mikey and assorted cousins were throwing rocks at an ant bed and well, Daniel's head got in the way of Mikey's rock. So we left Mikey at my Granny's with my parents and took Daniel to the ER. About 30 min and some DuraBond later, Daniel was as good as new. Let's just say that Mikey found a way to make Granny's birthday a memorable experience. But then again, everything is a memorable experience when Mike Mike is around!!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Today, I let go of the leash.....
The other day while talking to Robert, I made the analogy that teaching my kids this year was like walking a really big dog that is a lot stronger than me. You know how when you walk a dog that's that much stronger than you, by the end of the walk, you're exhausted from the strain of holding it back....but you know that if you slack up even a little, that the dog will run away with you. Well, that's how I feel this year....if I slack up just a bit, I'll lose total control of these kids. It's a very tiring experience. Well, today I was tired and had a headache and by the end of the day I just couldn't hold on anymore so for the last 15 min or so, I just said the heck with it and let go of the leash. I think it freaked the kids out....they got louder and louder and I just didn't say anything....after about 5 min when it became clear that I wasn't even trying to get them to hush, they all got real quiet and one of my boys asked me what was going on.....I just told them that I had let go of the leash. They looked at me funny and I explained what I meant. Surprisingly, after that, they were quiet until the final bell rang.....just hope that maybe it had some lasting effect, but I doubt it. Oh well, at least I got a peaceful few minutes, haha!
Monday, November 5, 2007
Feeling Nostalgic Tonight....
Several holiday posts on SMW have gotten me in the mood to walk down memory lane tonight. So I'm putting the Hurricanes on hold and am going to delve into MY childhood. I'd like to take a minute and tell you about the lady who was one of the most influential people in my life. My Mamaw (my mom's mother) lived across the street from me when I was growing up. She quit work when I was born to keep me while my parents worked. She was unlike the typical grandmother....She was my champion, my playmate, my best friend, and my world. She was always there for me, never too busy to listen to my problems and offer advice and a shoulder to cry on. She had a sense of humor that was out of this world. She LOVED sports....all kinds of sports. She's the only person I know who would actually watch golf on television!! You know, most kids spend the weekends with their grandparents...not me. I stayed at my Mamaw's house during the week and at my parents' house on the weekend.
The holiday season was always a big deal with my Mamaw. I remember that beginning about this time of year, we would start preparations for the Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts. My first experiences with cooking took place in my Mamaw's kitchen. We would pop some Lewis Grizzard (a Southern comedian) tapes in the tape player and we'd spend HOURS in the kitchen cooking and talking and laughing. Of course, then we had the presents to wrap. To all of you who complain about my excessive use of tape when wrapping gifts....blame my Mamaw, :D! She is the one who taught me the finer points of gift wrapping. And also, there was the tree to decorate. We'd spend hours making ornaments for the tree and then decorating it. Mamaw learned early on that she had to cleverly disquise my gifts or wait until the last minute to put them under the tree. I was (and still am) a sneaky little devil when it comes to presents. Daniel takes after me in that respect. Speaking of gifts...I thought I was the luckiest kid in the world. Santa came to see me at my Mamaw's house on the night of Dec. 23 and then came back to my house on Christmas Eve. And my trusting self, I never once questioned that arrangement. (Of course, who in their right mind WOULD question 2 visits from Santa?) Well, so ends my trip down memory lane for tonight.....thanks for taking the journey with me!
The holiday season was always a big deal with my Mamaw. I remember that beginning about this time of year, we would start preparations for the Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts. My first experiences with cooking took place in my Mamaw's kitchen. We would pop some Lewis Grizzard (a Southern comedian) tapes in the tape player and we'd spend HOURS in the kitchen cooking and talking and laughing. Of course, then we had the presents to wrap. To all of you who complain about my excessive use of tape when wrapping gifts....blame my Mamaw, :D! She is the one who taught me the finer points of gift wrapping. And also, there was the tree to decorate. We'd spend hours making ornaments for the tree and then decorating it. Mamaw learned early on that she had to cleverly disquise my gifts or wait until the last minute to put them under the tree. I was (and still am) a sneaky little devil when it comes to presents. Daniel takes after me in that respect. Speaking of gifts...I thought I was the luckiest kid in the world. Santa came to see me at my Mamaw's house on the night of Dec. 23 and then came back to my house on Christmas Eve. And my trusting self, I never once questioned that arrangement. (Of course, who in their right mind WOULD question 2 visits from Santa?) Well, so ends my trip down memory lane for tonight.....thanks for taking the journey with me!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Through the Eyes of a Hurricane (Daniel edition, part 2)
Well, yesterday I posted some of Daniel's funnier moments....I know I'm missing some, but they'll come to me! Today, words of wisdom, from my 5 year old:
"Focus, mommy, focus"
"I want a poptart, Momma." "Hold on a minute, Daniel." "No, I want my poptart immediately!" (he was 2 at the time!!)
"Mommy, you said a bad word...you need to tell Jesus you're sorry" Nothing like having your kid be your conscience.
There are more, but I'm drawing a blank right now. I'll be back with more later.
"Focus, mommy, focus"
"I want a poptart, Momma." "Hold on a minute, Daniel." "No, I want my poptart immediately!" (he was 2 at the time!!)
"Mommy, you said a bad word...you need to tell Jesus you're sorry" Nothing like having your kid be your conscience.
There are more, but I'm drawing a blank right now. I'll be back with more later.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Through the Eyes of a Hurricane (Daniel edition)
Everyone keeps telling me that I need to be writing down all of the funny sayings and goings on of my children, so I think this is a good place to record what it's like living daily with 3 hurricanes. So, as Daniel is my firstborn, I'll start off with him. (Mikey, Zach, don't worry, you'll get your fair share of exposure, trust me!!) Daniel, God love me, is the child that is most like me. Which means that he is the child that tries my patience more than the others, but he's also the one I understand the best. He has done and said his share of funny stuff (or at least NOW it's funny.) The first thing that really stands out for me with Daniel happened right after Mikey was born. Mikey was in his bouncy seat, minding his own business, and Daniel was eating his lunch of Chicken McNuggets from MickeyD's. I was in the kitchen doing all of those wonderful chores that we mothers do. When I walked back into the living room, there was a chicken nugget on Mikey's mouth. When I asked Daniel why he had put a chicken nugget over his brother's mouth, he replies "I was just sharing. Jesus likes it when we share!" Yeah, but Jesus didn't mean to share your chicken with your month old brother!!
Mikey was about a year old when we got a kitten from my sister, Stacey. (Ok, she's Robert's biological sister, but I've adopted her as my own!) I named the orange tabby Weasley after the red-haired characters in the Harry Potter books. One day, as Mikey was sitting on one of my legs and Weasley was occupying the other, Daniel comes to me and there's no room for him to sit. He proceeds to tell me that he doesn't want a cat and we need to take Weasley back to Stacey. Then he tells me that he doesn't want a brother either. "We need to take Mikey back to...Where did Mikey come from anyway?" I told him that Mikey came from the hospital and they had a no return policy!!
And now we come to the time that every parent both looks forward to and dreads all at the same time....POTTY TRAINING!! It seemed as though we potty trained Daniel FOREVER!! One day when Daniel was about 2 1/2, we had some friends over watching a movie. Daniel and Mikey were quietly playing in their room; all was well, or so we thought. I knew that we were in trouble when I looked up and saw Daniel walking down the hallway wearing nothing but his shirt and carrying a Spiderman bucket. I cautiously approached Daniel...."Hey buddy, what's in the bucket?" No answer, so I peek into the bucket. My worst fears were confirmed....My child had pooped in the Spiderman bucket!! When I asked him why he did this, his response was "Grandma told me to poo-poo in the pot. I couldn't find a pot, so I used the bucket." Can't really argue with that kind of logic, now can ya?
I could go on, but I think I will end with probably the funniest thing Daniel has ever said or done. We were watching the movie "Standing Tall" which has the Rock in it. Of course, Daniel came walking through at the worst possible time....right in the middle of the stripper scene. He was mesmerized by what he was seeing. So I sat him down and explained to him that what was under our clothes is private and we shouldn't let other people see it and we shouldn't look at what was under other people's clothes. After my motherly advice, Daniel went and sat down and seemed to think this over. Then he comes, climbs up in my lap and tells me "Mommy, I like it when girls take their clothes off and you know, you shouldn't take that away from me." Well, at least he's confident in his sexuality, even if he was only 4 years old at the time!!!
Mikey was about a year old when we got a kitten from my sister, Stacey. (Ok, she's Robert's biological sister, but I've adopted her as my own!) I named the orange tabby Weasley after the red-haired characters in the Harry Potter books. One day, as Mikey was sitting on one of my legs and Weasley was occupying the other, Daniel comes to me and there's no room for him to sit. He proceeds to tell me that he doesn't want a cat and we need to take Weasley back to Stacey. Then he tells me that he doesn't want a brother either. "We need to take Mikey back to...Where did Mikey come from anyway?" I told him that Mikey came from the hospital and they had a no return policy!!
And now we come to the time that every parent both looks forward to and dreads all at the same time....POTTY TRAINING!! It seemed as though we potty trained Daniel FOREVER!! One day when Daniel was about 2 1/2, we had some friends over watching a movie. Daniel and Mikey were quietly playing in their room; all was well, or so we thought. I knew that we were in trouble when I looked up and saw Daniel walking down the hallway wearing nothing but his shirt and carrying a Spiderman bucket. I cautiously approached Daniel...."Hey buddy, what's in the bucket?" No answer, so I peek into the bucket. My worst fears were confirmed....My child had pooped in the Spiderman bucket!! When I asked him why he did this, his response was "Grandma told me to poo-poo in the pot. I couldn't find a pot, so I used the bucket." Can't really argue with that kind of logic, now can ya?
I could go on, but I think I will end with probably the funniest thing Daniel has ever said or done. We were watching the movie "Standing Tall" which has the Rock in it. Of course, Daniel came walking through at the worst possible time....right in the middle of the stripper scene. He was mesmerized by what he was seeing. So I sat him down and explained to him that what was under our clothes is private and we shouldn't let other people see it and we shouldn't look at what was under other people's clothes. After my motherly advice, Daniel went and sat down and seemed to think this over. Then he comes, climbs up in my lap and tells me "Mommy, I like it when girls take their clothes off and you know, you shouldn't take that away from me." Well, at least he's confident in his sexuality, even if he was only 4 years old at the time!!!
My very first blog!!
Well, I have finally decided to leave the Dark Ages behind and create my own blog. Like I don't have enough stuff going on in my life...hahaha! Just 1 husband, 3 boys, a dog, and 51 6th graders to deal with....Yep, I lead a pretty tame life!! Actually this morning is very tame....At 8:45 am, Mikey is still asleep (of course, he probably didn't go to bed until 2 am. He's my night owl!), Zach is wandering around looking for things to put in his mouth, and Daniel is watching cartoons. The stupid dog has FINALLY quit barking, so all is relatively quiet around here....Which only means that things will be 10 times louder than normal in a little while when everyone is up and moving! I'm really glad that it is the weekend though....and only 5 school days until I get a day off. My kids this year are really wearing me down. I told Robert last night that by the end of the week I'm so tired....You know how when you walk a dog that is a lot stronger than you are and it takes all of your energy to keep him in check...well that's how I feel this year at school. I feel like I can't relax at all or my kids will just go wild. But enough whining for right now!! I think that I'll bring my first entry to an end and see about finding some breakfast!
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