Number 1:
Jackson:(quietly) Mom, you know what? I do really like girl toys sometimes.
Me: Oh, really? Like what?
Jackson: (Thoughtful) Like girl trucks and girl puppies.
Me: (trying not to laugh) I'm sure that's okay.
Number 2:
Maxwell is a racist. He does not like Asian people. Twice, some very nice Asians have tried to say "hi" and he has freaked out. Crying, hollering, generally making a scene, sending these poor nice people running for cover. I quickly try to mumble some excuse about how he is tired, etc. And then I run, too.
Number 3:
I spend too much time on the computer.
What do you have to confess?
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Caca
I know I haven't blogged for a while and now I can finally explain why. I didn't want to let it be known in bloggy land that I have been alone for the last three weeks, well as alone as you can be with 4 kids. (All you stalkers, murders, robbers you missed your chance. My husband is back and he has some big guns. Interpret that as you like.) Anyway, this has been a pretty crappy couple of weeks. (Insert a lot of complaining HERE.) This is what happened:
1) Nail in foot of a child. Mix-up in Dr. office resulting in screaming, unhappy child thinking she will have to have shot. Happily, no shot just nail in the foot and 30 dollar co-pay in Doctor's wallet.
2) 4 kids plus one mom with strep throat. Lots of antibiotics. Lots.
3) One child with hives. Blame placed on antibiotics.
4) Same child, diagnosed with Acute Rheumatic fever. Which includes 2 visits to the cardiologist, 6 vials of blood being drawn and 15 years on an antibiotic.
5) One child poked in the eye with scissors. Thankfully, child scissors and after a nice, long visit to the eye doctor child completely satisfied with the experience due to bendy, roll-up eye shades. Child fine, so Mom satisfied too.
6) 2 more eye doctor visits resulting in one more child with glasses.
7) I forgot to mention one child with Scarlet Fever. How could I forget that you ask? Well, re-read the list. That ought to explain it.
And just today, because we haven't had enough fun already, child diagnosed with walking-pneumonia and on breathing treatments every 4-6 hours. Sister feeling jealous so woke up this morning with fever. Brother not to be outdone, also running fever and baby, who doesn't like to be left out, was found sucking on sick sister's sippy cup.
Good times.
1) Nail in foot of a child. Mix-up in Dr. office resulting in screaming, unhappy child thinking she will have to have shot. Happily, no shot just nail in the foot and 30 dollar co-pay in Doctor's wallet.
2) 4 kids plus one mom with strep throat. Lots of antibiotics. Lots.
3) One child with hives. Blame placed on antibiotics.
4) Same child, diagnosed with Acute Rheumatic fever. Which includes 2 visits to the cardiologist, 6 vials of blood being drawn and 15 years on an antibiotic.
5) One child poked in the eye with scissors. Thankfully, child scissors and after a nice, long visit to the eye doctor child completely satisfied with the experience due to bendy, roll-up eye shades. Child fine, so Mom satisfied too.
6) 2 more eye doctor visits resulting in one more child with glasses.
7) I forgot to mention one child with Scarlet Fever. How could I forget that you ask? Well, re-read the list. That ought to explain it.
And just today, because we haven't had enough fun already, child diagnosed with walking-pneumonia and on breathing treatments every 4-6 hours. Sister feeling jealous so woke up this morning with fever. Brother not to be outdone, also running fever and baby, who doesn't like to be left out, was found sucking on sick sister's sippy cup.
Good times.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tax Shelters and such...
I'm not sure what to think about this election hoopla. On one hand, I am happy that so many people felt empowered and voted in this election. On the other, I am sad that a good man, a gracious man and a man full of character lost. I'm not sure what this says about our country. I am hopeful that Obama can be a good President. I'll give him a chance.
However, I worry. There has been so much bias in the media coverage of the election (ie:treatment of Romney vs. Obama). Have we gotten to the point where the liberal media shapes our views and values? Or worse, is our moral compass? Does being politically correct trump moral values? I can't lie, I've been on the edge of my seat, biting my nails waiting for the outcome in the Prop 8 campaign in California. CNN says it is still too close to call, although it seems like it will be a victory for the "Yes" campaign. I couldn't be more happy about it, too. I believe down to the tip-tops of my scaly feet that that marriage is between a man and a woman. And I feel like warm cinnamon buns inside that the majority of California voters agree. I can't help but feel bad for the Gay people out there who misunderstand the intent behind my beliefs. I am not a hater. I don't hate people who are Gay. I don't. I don't want to infringe upon their rights, but I will not let them infringe upon mine either. Same-sex marriage changes what is a fundamental building block of our society. It has vast reaching consequences. It goes against the core of what has been Christian beliefs for eons. It is confusing for our children. It takes stability away from our society. I understand the desire (and I believe it is a righteous one) for people, gay and straight to want to have lasting bonds with another individual and create a family. That is part of our moral DNA. However, you can't take something that is morally wrong and make it right. And you can't confuse equality with morality.
And that is the end of my soap box for today. I am climbing down and trying to avoid the tomato's being hurled at my politically incorrect head. Anyway, I have some serious work to do today--I need to find some tax shelters before January 20th. Or an offshore Swiss bank account? Ha...ha...ha! (The "ha's" are for the IRS, on the off-chance, they are addicted to "The Bun.")
However, I worry. There has been so much bias in the media coverage of the election (ie:treatment of Romney vs. Obama). Have we gotten to the point where the liberal media shapes our views and values? Or worse, is our moral compass? Does being politically correct trump moral values? I can't lie, I've been on the edge of my seat, biting my nails waiting for the outcome in the Prop 8 campaign in California. CNN says it is still too close to call, although it seems like it will be a victory for the "Yes" campaign. I couldn't be more happy about it, too. I believe down to the tip-tops of my scaly feet that that marriage is between a man and a woman. And I feel like warm cinnamon buns inside that the majority of California voters agree. I can't help but feel bad for the Gay people out there who misunderstand the intent behind my beliefs. I am not a hater. I don't hate people who are Gay. I don't. I don't want to infringe upon their rights, but I will not let them infringe upon mine either. Same-sex marriage changes what is a fundamental building block of our society. It has vast reaching consequences. It goes against the core of what has been Christian beliefs for eons. It is confusing for our children. It takes stability away from our society. I understand the desire (and I believe it is a righteous one) for people, gay and straight to want to have lasting bonds with another individual and create a family. That is part of our moral DNA. However, you can't take something that is morally wrong and make it right. And you can't confuse equality with morality.
And that is the end of my soap box for today. I am climbing down and trying to avoid the tomato's being hurled at my politically incorrect head. Anyway, I have some serious work to do today--I need to find some tax shelters before January 20th. Or an offshore Swiss bank account? Ha...ha...ha! (The "ha's" are for the IRS, on the off-chance, they are addicted to "The Bun.")
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Crow's feet
I came home from a concert last night after seeing my husband talk to a sexily clad woman he knows from work-- I inspected myself in the mirror and discovered crow's feet. Nice, huh.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
In case you were wondering...
If you are married to a Reynolds boy you know two things:
1) They can't (or won't) peel oranges. You are the official orange-peeler of the relationship. They will forego the orange before they will peel it themselves. Trust me.
2) They always ask kids funny questions. Case in point:
Robert (to E & J): What's the true meaning of Halloween?
Ella (with a "DUH" look on her face): Heavenly Father!
Jackson (standing up on his chair and excitedly waving his arms): And that BABY!
We are either doing a great job teaching our kids or a really crappy one.
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