The Semi-Happy Homemaker

Thanksgiving Craft

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:28:00 +0000

I was determined to make a craft with the girls for Thanksgiving this year. Normally, I don't have the patience, but I had to suck it up and put on my big-girl panties! It was quite easy to do and very inexpensive...all you need is:

Pinecones

construction paper

pipe cleaners

buttons

glue

First, trace your child's hand on the construction paper. I let them draw on the hands after tracing them. Cut out the hands.

Next, stick the hands in the back of the pinecone. Take the pipe cleaner and fold it into, bend the front down and glue the buttons on the tops for eyes.

Stick the pipecleaners in the front of the pinecone.

There you have it.....a pinecone turkey!

Hope everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving!

The DNA Model

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:21:00 +0000

The teenager finished his DNA model. It took a lot of poking and prodding, but he did a fairly decent job. Since the styrofoam balls were so expensive, he used craft wire and modeling clay.

He had to write a 1-paragraph report on the functions of each part of the DNA and why he used the materials.....You would have thought she had asked him to compose a 20 page report complete with color graphs. Suck it up, son, put on your big-girl panties, and write the danged 1 PARAGRAPH!!

The model was supposed to be 26-36 inches.....it was 18. It's not like, whoops, we were off an inch or two....NO, it was a full 8 inches off! BLAST! That'll teach me not to stand over him like a hawk! I just hope he gets a decent grade.

In other news, my hubby is on a business trip this week. My sweet mother came and stayed the night to help out this poor, frazzled, mom. Those kids wore her out! I begged her to stay the rest of the week, but she shot out of here like a jack rabbit with it's tail on fire. Wow.

So, here I am....alone....with all these kids. And, while I am eating hamburger helper, my sweet husband is eating creme brulee, swordfish, and other fancy food items. Must be nice.

Insert "Witty Title" Here

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:28:00 +0000

It's been one of THOSE weeks. You know....when everything and anything just puts you further into a funk!

Case in point: My 3 year old has been sick all week with ear infections. Yesterday, she felt well enough to go to our mothers morning out program. I decided that I would go to the local WalMart and pick up the items my son needed to construct a dna model for his science class. This model is worth 2 test grades, so it needs to be great. He had already decided that he wanted to use styrofoam balls, craft wire, and craft sticks....so, I set out, with my 1 1/2 year old in tow, to purchase the items.

Our family is on a very tight budget right now....we have 3 children and I am a stay-at-home mother....need I say more? I bebopped back to the craft section with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, because I was out of my prison, uh, I mean "house" for a little while. The smile quickly disappeared from my lips when I realized that the styrofoam balls came 6 to pack and were an ungodly amount....I mean, were the things made out of gold, for heaven's sake? He would need waaaaay more than 6, or even 18.

Ok, new plan. I'm a reasonably intelligent person, surely I can come up with something. So, now I set out on a mission to find anything that my teenage son would not deem "lame". As I am perusing the aisles, my precious daughter is beginning to find it difficult to sit still for 5 measly seconds. I try giving her cookies, milk, sunglasses, cellphone....anything to keep her occupied so I can THINK. She promptly throws each to the ground, squealing with a high-pitched voice that could peel paint from the walls.

I take her out of the front of the cart, and place her hiney in the basket. I don't care what that drawing with a circle and line through it says on the seat! They obviously have never had to deal with a tantrum-throwing toddler.

I call my husband on my now busted up cellphone, and tell him that this was not as easy as I thought. He can clearly hear baby girl screaming "phone!", and tells me to "Please, for the love of God, leave Walmart!" He will take the teenager after work and get the supplies he needs.

MY HERO!

Wordless Wednesday - Is She Really Picking Her Nose Right Now?!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:03:00 +0000

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Bless My Heart

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:40:00 +0000

I've been trying to come up with a clever way of saying....."Yes, I've neglected my blog, but I am so happy that you stuck around!" Hmm, I guess that will work.

Anywho, I'm back.....did you miss me? I sure missed you all! And, to show you just how much I missed you, I would like to poke fun at myself. See how truly sorry I am?

I like to call these...."Bless My Heart Moments". We all have moments when we are obviously not the brightest crayons in the box. Well, maybe you don't....but my family sure does! Here's the proof......

Never use kitchen shears to cut the tip off of a tube of krazy glue. As my husband is trying to pry the shears apart, he says to me, "So, tell me, Semi-Happy Homemaker...how did THIS happen?"
Never put the lid of the food processor onto a hot stove. It will melt the lid, and then the lid will not fit correctly, but we are NOT buying a new food processor, because we just bought this food processor less than 2 weeks ago. So, we will just keep this food processor, and spend our time getting frustrated because the stupid lid will not fit correctly!

Never use your bare hands to pull anything out of a hot oven. This will cause lots of uses of colorful language, blisters, whining, and a good amount of "awww, poor baby"....that is, after your wife has gotten up off the floor from laughing.

Never give a 3 year old a marker, pencil, crayon, or any other writing utensil, and expect that she will NOT write on every surface in her room.

If you let your teenager weedeat....do let him know that the plants in your garden are NOT weeds. Even though there is a fence around the garden, and the plant has peppers growing on it....

Don't try to teach your daughter how to hopscotch in flip flops. Or, when you hop, be sure that you actually HOP and don't slide your foot, which WILL result in your flip flop turning under your foot and your knee hitting the concrete resulting in a severely scraped knee, and uses of colorful language in front of your 3 year old. *smile*

When your bride of 1 month says "NO" to dipping during your husband and wife dance to Etta James' "At Last" at your wedding reception in front of 100 people.....for the love of pete, LISTEN! Otherwise, she will spend the remainder of the reception laying on a couch with her leg elevated, in severe pain, and embarrassed beyond belief....because she twisted her knee in the middle of said "dip" and landed on her uncoordinated behind!

Never...EVER...drink coffee while playing with your brand new, less than two weeks old, computer, that your wonderful husband gave you for Christmas. No amount of crying with snot pouring out of your nose, will make that one any better.

Now then, don't you feel better about yourself?

Bye-Bye For A While

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 12:48:00 +0000

I will be out of the blogging world for a while. Nothing wrong, other than my priorities have gotten a bit skewed.

I will be back after school starts....so be ready....I have a new plan that I am working on, and I hope to have it worked out soon!

See you in August!

The Randomness of All Random!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:59:00 +0000

How many times can a little girl ask "why?" before your head explodes?

Who knew that jalapenos were THAT flipping hot?! I just touched my tongue to it, and my whole face was on FIRE!

My favorite time of day is the two hours before I go to sleep. The kids are asleep, and my husband and I get to spend that time together....alone....and watch tv without two monkeys crawling all over us.

If you can actually hear your breasts *sigh* in relief when you remove your bra, does that mean you need a new bra....or a breast reduction?!

I went to Zumba this morning....first time in over a week. Remind me to never go that long without it again! I looked like that spastic woman from the first day....standing there with my mouth wide open.

Sometimes I HATE FarmTown. I think my avatar may have ADHD! She is constantly saying "Wait....I'm busy." Excuse me, but so am I...so move your virtual BUTT!

I love to hear my daughter bless the food. "God is great. God is good. Thank you for the lady bread. Amen." She sometimes mixes up her words....it's daily NOT lady.

Hey, so, this was my first Random Thoughts Tuesday....it was fun and I'm sure I will do it again. That's all I have is random thoughts!

Celebrity Overload

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 12:17:00 +0000

So, I was telling my husband that I was so sick of seeing certain people on the cover of my People Magazine. He tells me..."Stop buying the magazine." Uh, no....I buy it for the "real people" stories! Duh!

There are 3 people that I am sick of seeing in the headlines:

Jon Gosselin - the man is spending "quality time" with the 22 year old daughter of the plastic surgeon who performed Kate's tummy tuck. Watching a marriage dissolve right before your eyes is not my idea of entertainment. I'm so tired and over the drama!

Michael Jackson - I do not care who gets the kids, I do not care how much plastic surgery he did, I do not like green eggs and ham....I do not like them Sam I Am!

Sarah Palin - She resigned her post as Governor....let's move on! Also, I'll bet they regret their decision to introduce Levi Johnston (father of Bristol Palin's baby) to the world....he is cashing in on his 15 minutes of fame.

Who are you tired of hearing about?

Wordless Wednesday - Hairy Feet

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 13:17:00 +0000

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The Land of the Free and the Home of the Nuts!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:23:00 +0000

I hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th!

We celebrated with our extended families.....hamburgers, hotdogs, brats, sausage...and other various artery-clogging foods. I swear, I think my waistline has expanded over the course of two days!

After eating...and eating....and eating....I took my teenage son to buy fireworks. I really didn't pay attention to what he was buying....I was too busy trying to find things that would not scare my 3 year old and 1 year old. So, I see these things called "sliders"....I have no idea what they do, so I ask the guy that is stocking the fireworks. He looks at me and says, "Um, you SLIDE them and they pop...that's why it's called SLIDERS." OK, Mr. SmartyPants, excuse my stupidity regarding the science behind fireworks!

We get to the checkout, and I finally notice what my son has chosen. My attention is drawn to the large missle he has in his hand. Can't wait to see what that does.

So, here are a few pictures from our 4th of July celebration!

Apparently, it is very funny to watch a baby put her toes up her nose.

We were very fortunate to have my husband's father and step-mother here from Las Vegas.

This is how you hold a sparkler. Safely away from the body....see the smile on my face? This means that NO sparks are landing on my body!

Now. This is how NOT to hold a sparkler. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my husband for showing this trick to our children. Good Job, Honey!

Yes, I let my children play with fire...

Enjoying the show!

My handsome young man!

By the way, the "missle" my son purchased.....after setting it off, I heard him say, "I paid $4.00 for THAT?!"

How Do You Keep A Teenager Busy?

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:44:00 +0000

Ok, it's a really slow week at the Semi-Happy Homemaker's house. Yesterday I swept and mopped my floors....this was the highlight of my day.

My son has been at his dad's for the summer, but he came home Sunday to stay with us for a couple of weeks. Now I have to try and come up with ways to keep a teenager busy. So, here ya go...

Well that took all of 10 minutes....now what?! Any suggestions?

Aloha Friday - Michael Jackson

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 12:28:00 +0000

I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson's music....that is, before he became all weird! He was one of the biggest music/dance icons from my generation.

So, my Aloha Friday question is....

What is your favorite Michael Jackson song?

Mine would have to be "Thriller"....the video was killer! Ha! That rhymed!

Wordful Wednesday - Clue #1 Your Child is Not Hungry

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 12:04:00 +0000

This is what happens when my child is full....she plays with her food. She doesn't just throw the food on the floor, or push it away....oh, no. She likes to take each piece and place it on her head...as if she is adorning herself with precious jewels. Bless her heart.

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The Young and the Clueless

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 12:45:00 +0000

It's time for a re-post! This was originally posted in January.....check out my parenting skills!

It was 3:40pm, time for my son to get off the bus. I see him walk up the sidewalk and he comes through the door exclaiming "I need to go to the doctor!"...

"What's wrong?" I ask as calmly as I can.

"I think I've fractured my arm!" he yells. He's holding his left arm.

"What happened?"

"I got hit with a dodgeball in P.E.!"

I can see that he is in some pain as he tries to move his fingers and his arm.

"Son, I don't think you've fractured your arm." I say this as lovingly as I can. I inspect his arm...it is a little swollen, but not discolored or distorted in any way. I give him an ice pack and some ibuprofen.

"So, we're not going to the doctor?" He asks.

"No, let's see if the swelling goes down...if it gets any worse, we'll go to the doctor."

He hangs his head and shuffles to his room.

When my husband comes in from work, my son comes into the room and says, "I can't move my arm this way!" He says this as he is twisting his arm in an unnatural way.

"I don't think your arm is meant to go that way son." I say.

"Don't you think I need to go to the doctor?" He says, clearly getting agitated.

"No, you can move your arm, wrist, and fingers. If anything, you may have pulled a muscle."

"Do they put a cast on for that?" He asks.

Ahhhh, now I see.

"No, honey, they don't."

"I know it's weird...but I just want to know what it's like to have a cast."

"No, it's not." I say trying to sound sympathetic, all the while thinking ..Yes. Yes, it is!

"Listen, you don't want to break your arm...it would hurt. Really. Really. Hurt. And, furthermore, having a cast is no fun, after the first day or two, it starts to itch and then it will stink, because you cannot wash your arm. Who's gonna wanna be around someone with a stinky, itchy arm?"

He looks down in shame.

"So, tell me, honestly, how does your arm feel?" I ask him.

"Feels like it's NOT fractured." He says clearly disgusted. And with that, he turns and walks away.

By the way, he is fully using his arm as I type this....picking up his little sister and basically wreaking havoc wherever he goes.

Wow! What A Day!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 23:37:00 +0000

"Have you been on the computer ALL day?!" My husband asked this question as he came home from work to a sink FULL of dirty dishes, his wife still in her pjs and sitting at the computer just as he had left her this morning, and his two daughters still in their pjs with dried poptart on their faces. Now, before you judge me unfairly, I did feed them lunch....I think.

"I was the Featured Blogger today on the SITS website!" I exclaimed. "I have been reading all the wonderful comments my SITStas left!"

"Well, that makes all the difference in the world!" he said...a little too sarcastically. Bless his heart, he just doesn't understand the SITStahood!

I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my pea-pickin' heart for all the comment love you left me on my special day! You guys are the BEST! I will do my darnedest to visit each and every one of you...although, right now I have to go and change my daughter's diaper....it looks as though she has a third leg growing out of her bottom! Then, I'm gonna go wipe that silly grin off my husband's face.

Happy SITS Day To Me!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 06:00:00 +0000

Well, color me happy! Today is MY day at SITS (The Secret is in the Sauce)!

If you don't know about SITS, then you are missing out on something really special. It is a wonderful "sitstahood" of bloggers supporting one another by visiting and leaving comments! Tiffany and Heather are the bestest "sitstas" in the the world!

Ok, enough of that....now on to who you really came to see......ME!

I'm just a sweet, southern, stay-at-home mom, with 3 precious kids and a wonderful, loving husband.....can you hear the twangy sweetness just oozing from my mouth?

Seriously...I'm a Semi-Happy Homemaker, just trying to keep my sanity by blogging about the ups and downs of motherhood....it's a great life, and if blogging about my kids and husband wasn't enough...now I am addicted to Facebook. 'Nuff said.

So, come on in, and snoop around....obviously I have NOTHING to hide!!

My Hips Don't Do That Anymore..

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:17:00 +0000

In an effort to try to lose 10 pounds before my 40th birthday (which is July 27th, just in case you wanted to know), I have started taking a Zumba class. If you don't know what Zumba is, it is an aerobics class infused with latin dance moves.

The word "dancing" should have been my first clue that this was not going to be pretty.

I am not coordinated at all. My arms and feet can not move simultaneously in a choreographed dance. Not.gonna.happen.

So, my first visit to the class, was interesting...to say the least. I was ready. I was psyched...I'm going to get in shape!

The first song was a latin number. This tiny, spitfire of a woman, who can move her hips in ways I never thought possible, called out "Cumbia!" Wait. What? The women all started shaking their hips across the floor, while holding their arms up in, what I thought looked like, a "Walk Like An Egyptian" pose.

I can do this. I started shaking my hips and moving like I thought they were....then, I looked in the GINORMOUS mirror that they strategically place at the front of the room. Good Lord! Who is that spastic woman? That would be me.

The instructor continues to yell out dance moves...."Rock Star!", "Salsa!", "Caliente!"....and, these women know exactly what she wants! They are working that floor like they are auditioning for "So You Think You Can Dance"!

And, here I stand....mouth wide open, eyes as big as saucers, looking like the biggest doofus on the planet.

Cumbia Lady is looking at me and mouthing "are you ok?" Uh, no, I'm not ok..."

"Just watch me!" she shouts...now everyone in the class is looking at my uncoordinated behind, and, wait....did I just see that girl smirk? Oh, No.she.did.NOT! I'm about to BRING it! Just as soon as I can untwist my feet!

By the time class was over, I was sweating...no, make that drenched...and, my face was so red that I thought I might have a heart attack! So....mission accomplished. At this rate, I will lose this weight in no time! Now, someone pass me an ice pack and a Twinkie!

What Happened to the Semi-Happy Homemaker?

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:57:00 +0000

Hello my blogging friends. It has been quite a while since I last posted. Thanks to those of you who checked on my well-being.....and, I'm sure the rest of you thought about me....right?

Anyhoo...I think I have had a case of the "What is the purpose of this blog", and the "Who cares anyway" virus. I have hit the proverbial wall....and, I'm ashamed of myself for letting it go this long.

To catch everyone up, here is a rundown of what's been going on at the Semi-Happy Homemaker's home.....

Our garden is looking lovely. We have harvested yellow squash, zucchini, cucumber, and jalapeno. We are still waiting on our eggplant, bell peppers and tomatoes to mature.

My son turned 14! He had a guest spend the night and we grilled hamburgers and made smore's in the firepit. Toward the end of the evening, it started to rain and I got a picture of a beautiful rainbow!

I enjoyed a "girls weekend" with my mom, my sister and my 3 year old daughter. We drove to Chattanooga, TN, and visited Ruby Falls and Rock City. We had such a great time. At one point, my mom was so entranced with the beautiful rock formations at Ruby Falls, that she ran over the man in front of her. That poor woman turned 4 shades of red and apologized profusely. I am laughing right now just thinking about it!

Well, there ya go! I think everyone is caught up now! Hopefully it won't be WEEKS before I update again.

Thanks for reading and come back when you can!

Understanding the Southern Language

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 06 May 2009 13:00:00 +0000

I am the worst when it comes to letting my "southern roots" shine through. However, since I have been married to a yank, I have really tried to enunciate my words and not be a slacker.

Here are a few phrases that sometimes get lost in translation~

Heidi!
Translation: Hello!

D'jeet yet?
Translation: Have you had anything to eat?

Naw, d'joo?
Translation: No, I have not. Have you had anything to eat?

Y'anto?
Translation: Do you want to go out?

Aiiight.
Translation: I would love to go out.

Bless your heart.
Translation: Oh, my! You are not the brightest crayon in the box, are you?

Y'all be careful.
Translation: Be aware as you drive at night, that you do not hit the deer that will be in the road.

Hire yew?
Translation: How are you? or, I don't remember your name, so I will use a diversion as I try to think.

Fixin' to.
Translation: I am preparing to go somewhere or do something.

Dadgummit!
Translation: Oh, darn! or, any other colorful phrase.

Dreckly
Translation: I will be there in a minute.

Ill as a hornet.
Translation: Angry or upset

Dadgummit! I fergot to make a big deal about my 100th post. I'll have to do something about that dreckly. Bless my heart! Y'all be careful now, ya hear!

Wordless Wednesday - First Carousel Ride

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 11:50:00 +0000

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Photo Story Friday - How Does Your Garden Grow?

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:58:00 +0000

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

As long as I can remember, my dad has planted vegetable gardens.

To some children, this would have been a burden, but not to me. I loved helping my dad in the garden. He wouldn't let me do too much (his garden is his domain), but he did let me help plant the seeds and pick the vegetables.

He puts a lot of work into it, and it always produces beautiful, colorful vegetables that we enjoy year round.

My husband and I have wanted to plant a garden for quite some time, and we finally asked for my dad's help.

He came and plowed our garden, and he and my 3 year old daughter planted tomatoes, peppers,cucumbers, squash, eggplant and zucchini.

Here she is raking the rows.

Helping papaw water the tomato plants.

Tying the plants to the stakes.

Putting baskets around the plants.

What a beautiful garden! I just hope and pray we don't kill it!

Raisins....They're Not Just Good To Eat

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 12:23:00 +0000

Kids.....they bring joy to our lives.

They shower us with hugs and kisses.....they make us laugh with their cute talk...awww sweet!

Then, they go and do something so horrible, so not sweet....

They stick RAISINS UP THEIR NOSE!

Yes, this happened to us.

For the faint of heart, please stop reading now.....unless you want to live on the wild side.

Last night, my little darling 3 year old came to me and said, "Mommy, I stuck raisins up my nose."

Oh, for the love of pete!

So, my husband gets the flashlight....."I don't see anything up her nose." he says. I take the flashlight, and low and behold, she has not one raisin, but two! One up each nostril. How could he NOT see that?!

I try to extract the raisins by finger, but they are pretty far in there, and her nostril is not very big. So, I try tweezers....she screamed.bloody.murder! At this point, I am really freaking out! Raisins, as you all know, are dried grapes. When you put a raisin in a moist place, it starts to plump up again. I'm thinking, she is going to have two grapes up her nose and she won't be able to breathe! GOOD NIGHT NURSE!

My husband, in his infinite wisdom, tells me to google removing raisin from child's nose. Surely there are pages and pages of directions of how to, right? WRONG! First of all, it asked me did you mean resin? Uh, no....if I had meant resin, I would have typed resin!

So, I go to my favorite website....webMD.com. It had an article on removing objects from a child's nose. I had tried the tweezers....I had tried the finger (however, you are NOT supposed to use your finger, because you may push the object further into the nose....well, duh!), next was pinching one side of the nose, while blowing into the child's mouth. Well, that will never work....but, I was desperate.

I plugged one side of her nose, and quickly blew into her mouth....HOLY.MOTHER.OF.GOD.... snot AND the plumped up raisin FLEW out of her nose, and onto my face and mouth! I can now add this to the myriad of bodily fluids that have been on my person.

"MOMMY! YOU KISSED ME!" She had this disgusted look on her face.

"I had to get the raisin out so you can breathe." I said.

And, now, I had to do it again to the other nostril.....OH JOY!

She clamped her lips so tight, I didn't think I would be able to pry them open. She screamed, she squirmed, but I prevailed. More snot and a plumped up raisin flew out. SCORE!

My child is scarred for life. She will never want to kiss her mommy again....or any other human being, for that matter.

Moral of the story: Do not give your child any object smaller than their foot!

Aloha Friday - Reality Addicts Unite!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 13:12:00 +0000

I like this "take the easy way" approach! Just ask a simple question, and you have your post! That's what Aloha Friday is all about. So here is my simple question....

What is your favorite reality show, and why?

I have a lot of reality shows I watch, for I am a REALITY TV ADDICT....I wonder if there is a 12-step program for that. But, I digress. My favorite would have to be TOP CHEF. It is my favorite because I am in awe of people who can just come up with a dish in 15 minutes, or take an ingredient and create something tasty and beautiful.

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Kids Say the Darndest Things...

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 11:56:00 +0000

In the car - listening to a children's cd...

3 year old: Mommy! I can't want to listen to that!

Me: But, it's Bingo! B-I-N-G-O! See, your sister likes it. *1 year old is bobbing her head with the music*

3 year old: I can't want to listen to B-I-N-G-O!

*silence*

3 year old: MOMMY!

*nada*

3 year old: *sigh*

*singing* B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name-o.

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Me: Say, Mommy!

1 year old: daddy

Me: Mommy

1 year old: daddy

Me: Who takes care of you, and feeds you, and wipes your butt when you have a blow-out?!

1 year old: daddy

Me: *sigh* say mommy

1 year old: bye-bye

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Teenage son: Mom? Why did you have to have these kids? (referring to the 3 year old and 1 year old)

Me: Because I wanted them. You know you love them.

Teenage son: Couldn't you have waited until I had moved out??

Me: I would have been too old then, son.

Teenage son: Aren't you too old NOW?

He may be ungrounded by the time he graduates.

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Easter Bunny, Egg Hunts, and Rock Star, Oh My!

cskegley@bellsouth.net (Cathy) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:27:00 +0000

Easter - the holiday we color eggs....and break eggs....and get dye on the table, and our hands and clothes....

and we try to eat the eggs...shell and all.... We smile really, really, big....because we only cracked two eggs....

We get a visit from a rabbit...a really big rabbit, with long ears, and a basket full of candy and goodies....and, we are not scared of that....

We attempt to take cutsie pictures of our kids....

We hide and look for the eggs we colored and cracked.....

We play Rock Star....and we play it well!

Easter - not only a day for eggs, really big rabbits, and Rock Star....it's the day that HE took my place....because HE first LOVED me!