Miss 9 has a hard time playing by herself. She needs some extra pushes from Hubby or I to go and do something, anything. Usually if we send her to her room, tell her to shut the door and stay in there for a few minutes, suddenly we'll find her playing with something from the arsenal of toys in her room. She has an amazing imagination, but occassionally she just needs that extra push.
Lately she has been hanging out with her Webkinz. She doesn't necessarily play with them online as most kids do, but she loves to pose them in new scenarios. Most mornings before school, while she is waiting for Mr 18 to get out of the bathroom so she can brush her teeth, she is setting up the Webkinz for the day.
The picture above is from last week. The animals are all at school: they are studying the States and they each have their own desk. The big blue bear at the front is the teacher. I thought it was adorable.
I love that she is still willing to play with her toys. It doesn't happen nearly as much any more and I will be very sad when the day comes that my house isn't full of toys for kids to play with. Part of what makes it feel like a home is the toys that kids leave laying around here and there. Granted, there are days when they toys have gotten to be too much, but now that I only have one left willing to play with them, it makes me feel a little let down. I no longer have to go shop in the toy department, I don't get to stop at the toy stores on our vacations, and we don't have to pack a big bag of toys to take along to the Grandparents. Instead now they all bring their own electronic device of some kind. Less imagination needed that way. Kind of sad.
I'll try not to complain. At this point we'll take whatever moisture we can. It didn't amount to much, but it came down in huge flakes. By nightfall it was snowing again and blowing all over. We are used to big storms here, and in comparison this was quite small, but it's the biggest we have had all season.
I am one of those lucky people who can't take medications. I'm not a big proponent of putting medication into your body unless you really, really need it, but when you do, take something to make yourself comfortable.
Unfortunately, I am not able to do that. Doc claims my liver doesn't "metabolize" medication properly and that's why I get completely loopy. At the moment I have a cold, nothing too severe, but when I do get a cold, it's entirely in my sinuses and I can't breath through my nose. Not a problem when I am awake, open mouth, take breath, close mouth, etc. It's simple. The problem comes when I try to sleep: lay down, pray your sinuses unplug, close your eyes, close your mouth, suffocate, die!
I can not sleep and breath through my mouth. It just doesn't work. My mouth shuts, I wake up in a panic and I freak out. Last night Hubby couldn't take it anymore and begged me to take some Nyquil. We both know how awful it is to take that stuff for me, but we were also desperate to sleep, so I relented and took 1 dose. I slept, for 4 hours... then BAM I was wide awake. I was able to get back to sleep and I refused to take another dose. I do need to function at some point today. Even then I woke up this morning, still in a fog from the meds and also dry as the Sahara. I don't know how that works since I am still so stuffed up that my ears plug every time I swallow, but life goes on, so I won't whine, much. Yet I'm still waiting for the darn Nyquil to get completely out of my system. In the meantime I can't remember what I was going to do from one minute to the next. I start doing the laundry, get distracted when I go to get the baskets from the kids bathroom and straighten up in there, forget what I was doing when I went to the bathroom and start working in the kitchen, tried to call to place an order with the photographer of Mr 18's senior pics and can't remember what I wanted. Boy, did they think I was a genius this morning. Sigh. I'll call them back when the dang Nyquil leaves me. It's been over 12 hours now. I'm still waiting. I think I'll send it an eviction notice.
Happy Love Thursday!
I hate doing the dishes, but I love that over the past week I have been able to watch so many species of birds out my window. The birds that had flown south for the winter are now back at my birdbath and in the feeders. It is one of my favorite things, and makes doing the dishes much less tedious. We've had robins back for nearly a week now, and the locals are coming out of hiding as well: sparrows, finches, blue jays, nuthatches, etc.
I love that when I'm driving with Miss 14 I don't feel the need to talk with endless chit chat or force her to answer questions. We can sit in comfortable silence and yet still talk about random things we see together. She's most chatty at the end of the school day and all I have to do is listen.
I (mostly) love that Mr 18 comes home for lunch nearly every day. It's the one point in his day where it's just us two and he's willing to chat, even if it's brief. Of course it's also when he usually asks for cash for the things he needs for school, but beggars can't be choosers.
I love hot showers when your nose is so stuffed up you can't swallow without plugging your ears. It's the 5 minutes of heat and steam in the whole day where I can actually breath.
I love that because I am a SAHM my kids can reach me for even minor things. I know that parents who have to work still hear from their kids when they need them, I am certainly not disputing that. But I love that Miss 9 knows she can call me when she needs me and I can literally be there in less than 8 minutes.
I love that Miss 9's school has fun days like today. It's dress as your favorite book character day. I also love that they wear uniforms every other day: no fighting about what to wear to school.
I love that Hubby thinks of me and helps out just because. Last night I was exhausted, and he knew I was going to clean the shower, instead he sent me off to bed and cleaned the shower while I slept. I knew I married him for a reason: Shower Cleaner Extraordinaire.
I also love sleep, lots and lots of sleep. Yawn, snuffle, snuffle!
Family who know me well, know that one thing always cracks me up: certain loud, bodily function jokes. Why yes, I am a 7 year old boy, why do you ask? Yes, I'm immature, but we can't help what we find funny, right?
Last night Hubby had on Bill Engvall on CNN or the Comedy Channel or some channel. I was getting ready to shower and decided I needed a drink of water before I climbed in to the shower. I wandered to the kitchen where Hubby was on the phone and the tv was on. I picked up my glass of water and turned to face the tv to watch while I sipped. Just as I take a big gulp of water Engvall's words caught me. Yes, it was an entire small skit on human gas. You already know where this is headed don't you? The glass is still up to my mouth, and my mouth is full and I started to laugh: water flew across the kitchen floor and down the front of my shirt and all over my face. Mmmmhmmmm, I am a child, I can't even keep water in my mouth. Hubby's mouth literally dropped open as he stared at the mess I have now made. Wow. I was glad that Miss 9 was in bed and the other 2 were off doing something elsewhere in the house, because if they had made that mess, I would have felt the need to lecture them a bit.
Hi, I'm Mama Bear, and I am 7 years old.
It was funny though, I swear it was, the jokes and the mess I made.
Since Easter is now in the books, spring must be on the way right? I know, in some places it's already here, but where I lived it's not. But, oh how I wish it was!
The Easter Bunny was able to hide about 80 Easter Eggs on Easter Eve, along with filling 4 baskets. (Hubby needs one, too!) Morning finally arrived, very early for me as Miss 9 was sharing the bedroom at my parent's house with Hubby and I and she was up early to blow her nose and never went back to sleep, although we were able to keep her from tearing upstairs for the egg hunt until nearly 8:30 when we let her wake Mr 18 and Miss 14. We all went to the living room where the kids dutifully looked through their baskets in order to empty them and get on with the egg hunt. Then they were off. I swear the entire egg hunt took less than 4 minutes. It was like a race! Naturally Mr 18 found the most eggs since he is the fastest and the most willing to knock his sisters out of the way for candy, but he also knows that no matter how many he gets I always even the egg count out in the end before they can even look in the eggs. So he won with the most eggs, but they all ended up with the same amount of candy; which they don't get to eat on Easter save for a few pieces. The rest of their candy gets put away and they get to chose a piece or two each day for dessert. The older two get away with sneaking some now and then, and they think I don't know, but because it's always been this way, no one objects. Works for us! It's the same way with Halloween candy.
I am also thrilled to report that my washing machine died... again! In spite of two or three repairs in the last 3 months, it is now hitting the road. I am not fixing it again. So, instead I'll get a new washing machine delivered this afternoon. I am not thrilled as we are simply buying one that will tide us over until the prices (hopefully) come down on front loaders, but all I care about is that it works for the minimum of 15 loads of laundry that I do per week. I lead an exciting life I tell you!
And now a question for the masses. Hubby suffers from severe canker sores. He used to get the often and many, many at a time, but since cutting out orange juice and diet Mountain Dew along with brushing with baking soda toothpaste and rinsing with baking soda water, he's really reduced his outbreaks. Usually the only time he gets one now is if he bites his tongue or cheek. Last week however he had a huge outbreak. He had 20 in his mouth at one point, and they grew so large that they grew into each other. He couldn't eat without numbing his mouth, and could barely speak. He was/is in such pain with them. What I am asking for is some advice, if you have any. Any ideas? Don't suggest the usual pastes to put on them from the drugstore, just putting that on a canker sore the size of a fingernail is enough to bring him to his knees. I'm looking for new ideas. Please....
He is taking Lysine tablets already. That was a tip from the dentist.
Although I love the idea of a fabulous Friday post, I must admit that I am at a loss as to what to write about. There hasn't been one specific thing today that I would label as fabulous, but then there hasn't been anything too awful either. Hmmmm, what a dilemma to be in, don't you think?
It's fabulous that I get to spend Easter with most of my family. We'll all be together for part of the day on Sunday. That's something fabulous, no it's not Friday, but it will have to be good enough for a Fabulous Friday post.
Another dilemma is that the darn Easter bunny can't think of anything fun for Mr 18's Easter basket this year. Teens are impossible! I think socks are in order.
Miss 9 has a hard time playing by herself. She needs some extra pushes from Hubby or I to go and do something, anything. Usually if we send her to her room, tell her to shut the door and stay in there for a few minutes, suddenly we'll find her playing with something from the arsenal of toys in her room. She has an amazing imagination, but occassionally she just needs that extra push.
