I have a computer. Finally. Again.
It's wonderful. I have been able to really see what people are complaining about in Facebook. I have been able to respond to emails. I have been able to make comments on forums that I love...
And I have been able to write some fanfiction... which is just warm up.
The plan still stands. I will have my book written by the end of the year.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
When will the Mommy Ramble End?
I sub-titled this blog 'Who said it had to be all this "Mom" stuff?'. It seems as if that is all I blog about… the four babes. Sure, there has been the odd one out, but…
The main reason I started this is to help me find me again. Because if you haven't noticed, I'm all about my babes. Not that it is "wrong" or "bad" or anything else like that. It's just… there is more to me than just being a mom.
There has to be.
I promise I'll start blogging about other things than the babes. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but I will.
The main reason I started this is to help me find me again. Because if you haven't noticed, I'm all about my babes. Not that it is "wrong" or "bad" or anything else like that. It's just… there is more to me than just being a mom.
There has to be.
I promise I'll start blogging about other things than the babes. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but I will.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Awesome things I forgot
Pineapple came along 5 years after Jelly. In that time things have changed... like no strawberries until 1 year. And of course somethings have stayed the same… like putting babies on their back to sleep. But you forget so many of the little awesome things that infants do.
Here's some of things I forgot, in no order…
Hearing them play in thier crib through the monitor.
The first time they reach for you.
When they learn how to splash in the tub.
After they get teeth and bite themselves.
When they get so excited they turn into little jumping machines. (Ok, my babes turn into jumping machines.)
When they roll over and get mad.
Being used as a teether.
Now here are some of the things that are just as awesome as I remember...
Big, open mouthed, slobber filled kisses.
When they scare themselves with thier voice. Be it laughing or just cooing.
Watching them get excited about something new.
Having them tap you when you are tapping them, be it for a burp or to try to get them to go to sleep.
Holding a sleeping baby.
Yeah… babies rock.
Here's some of things I forgot, in no order…
Hearing them play in thier crib through the monitor.
The first time they reach for you.
When they learn how to splash in the tub.
After they get teeth and bite themselves.
When they get so excited they turn into little jumping machines. (Ok, my babes turn into jumping machines.)
When they roll over and get mad.
Being used as a teether.
Now here are some of the things that are just as awesome as I remember...
Big, open mouthed, slobber filled kisses.
When they scare themselves with thier voice. Be it laughing or just cooing.
Watching them get excited about something new.
Having them tap you when you are tapping them, be it for a burp or to try to get them to go to sleep.
Holding a sleeping baby.
Yeah… babies rock.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Summer Break started early!
I had debated for a while if I was going to blog about this. Now that it is no longer fresh, I can look back on it, and check Momma Bear when she needs to be checked. I guess what I am trying to say is that I can be objective…
Maybe.
The third graders at their elementary school have have a party. It's huge. It's a big deal because the third graders are leaving and going to a new school for the fourth grade. Well Butter still hadn't been told if he was going or not. I went to the school to ask his teacher about it. Butter had told me a few things that didn't make sense, and I wanted his teacher to explain it to me.
I went up there after school had just let out. This was on a Tuesday. The party was that Friday. I had all four babes with me. His teacher came down and we went off to the side of the main hallway to talk. Little did I know that it was going to turn into a screaming match, after the teacher, the professional, would lose his temper with me.
First, I asked if Butter was going to the third grade party. The teacher (who shall now be referred to as Mr. A) said that he hadn't made up his mind yet. That Butter hadn't deserved the right to go yet. Then the crap hit the fan because I questioned him.
I don't remember all of it. It has been a week now, but I do remember some key points. Mr. A screaming at me about how Butter has taken away so much if his instructional time, how Butter had to be perfect for four weeks to be invited to go, how The Chef and I did nothing at home to correct his behavior at school. I called him out about how after a sit down with all of the important people things were supposed to change. I asked him what about the things that they were supposed to do for Butter. Then I told him to do his job and be his teacher. It was so loud, not only did my babes hear him, but the secretary poked her head out if her office to see what was going on.
At that point, I walked away from Mr. A. I told Butter to get his things from the classroom because he was done with school. Then I went to talk to the principal.
I sat in her office for two and a half hours. I told her about all the things that had happened over the course of the year with Butter. I told her how The Chef and I tried to talk to Mr. A. We told him how to get Butter to do things. I told her how when we would question something we would be ignored. That we never were told one time that Butter had a good day. I told her how Butter would get in trouble for tapping his pencil. I asked her if Butter was such a horrible kid why was he then making the Merit Roll? Why was he being invited out to lunch for doing well on the standardized tests? She of course couldn't answer me. And most importantly, I reminded her that Butter is a 9 year old little boy.
Her mouth did hit her desk when I told her that Mr. A expected Butter to be perfect for four weeks. She did smirk when I asked if Mr. A was having a bad day.
She told me there was two options: A) we could let Butter start Summer Break early. Grades were already in. B) we could sit down, Butter, Mr. A, her and me. I choose option A. I told her that I no longer trusted Mr. A; Butter could walk on water fir the last eight days, but sneeze sideways and Mr. A would rip off his head and crap down his throat. Mr. A was human, but I could not take that chance.
She apologized to me for the unprofessional behavior of one of her teachers. I want a formal apology that I know will not come.
All I know is that if Jelly or Pineapple are assigned to Mr. A's class when the time comes, I will demand a teacher change. I know that Banana is safe. Even if things didn't go down like this, they try not to have siblings with the same teachers the year right after each other.
Next year is a new school. Next year is a fresh start. But the first time… the very first time we get a complaint from a teacher… about this BS, we will pull him. I can not make him suffer like this year.
Maybe.
The third graders at their elementary school have have a party. It's huge. It's a big deal because the third graders are leaving and going to a new school for the fourth grade. Well Butter still hadn't been told if he was going or not. I went to the school to ask his teacher about it. Butter had told me a few things that didn't make sense, and I wanted his teacher to explain it to me.
I went up there after school had just let out. This was on a Tuesday. The party was that Friday. I had all four babes with me. His teacher came down and we went off to the side of the main hallway to talk. Little did I know that it was going to turn into a screaming match, after the teacher, the professional, would lose his temper with me.
First, I asked if Butter was going to the third grade party. The teacher (who shall now be referred to as Mr. A) said that he hadn't made up his mind yet. That Butter hadn't deserved the right to go yet. Then the crap hit the fan because I questioned him.
I don't remember all of it. It has been a week now, but I do remember some key points. Mr. A screaming at me about how Butter has taken away so much if his instructional time, how Butter had to be perfect for four weeks to be invited to go, how The Chef and I did nothing at home to correct his behavior at school. I called him out about how after a sit down with all of the important people things were supposed to change. I asked him what about the things that they were supposed to do for Butter. Then I told him to do his job and be his teacher. It was so loud, not only did my babes hear him, but the secretary poked her head out if her office to see what was going on.
At that point, I walked away from Mr. A. I told Butter to get his things from the classroom because he was done with school. Then I went to talk to the principal.
I sat in her office for two and a half hours. I told her about all the things that had happened over the course of the year with Butter. I told her how The Chef and I tried to talk to Mr. A. We told him how to get Butter to do things. I told her how when we would question something we would be ignored. That we never were told one time that Butter had a good day. I told her how Butter would get in trouble for tapping his pencil. I asked her if Butter was such a horrible kid why was he then making the Merit Roll? Why was he being invited out to lunch for doing well on the standardized tests? She of course couldn't answer me. And most importantly, I reminded her that Butter is a 9 year old little boy.
Her mouth did hit her desk when I told her that Mr. A expected Butter to be perfect for four weeks. She did smirk when I asked if Mr. A was having a bad day.
She told me there was two options: A) we could let Butter start Summer Break early. Grades were already in. B) we could sit down, Butter, Mr. A, her and me. I choose option A. I told her that I no longer trusted Mr. A; Butter could walk on water fir the last eight days, but sneeze sideways and Mr. A would rip off his head and crap down his throat. Mr. A was human, but I could not take that chance.
She apologized to me for the unprofessional behavior of one of her teachers. I want a formal apology that I know will not come.
All I know is that if Jelly or Pineapple are assigned to Mr. A's class when the time comes, I will demand a teacher change. I know that Banana is safe. Even if things didn't go down like this, they try not to have siblings with the same teachers the year right after each other.
Next year is a new school. Next year is a fresh start. But the first time… the very first time we get a complaint from a teacher… about this BS, we will pull him. I can not make him suffer like this year.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Butter has discovered lyrics!
Butter's favorite song right now is "So What" by Pink. I honestly think it's because she swears in it, and as long as he is singing along with it, I don't care if he says it. (And well, he told The Chef that she's hot.)
He was jamming along with it, and then paused it. He told me that it's like she's signing about him. I gave him the Momma's eyebrow, and he told me, "When she says this... It's like it means this…"
I'm postive hockey isn't what she had in mind when she wrote it, but to this kid, it is.
It was a wonderfuly bittersweet moment.
He was jamming along with it, and then paused it. He told me that it's like she's signing about him. I gave him the Momma's eyebrow, and he told me, "When she says this... It's like it means this…"
I'm postive hockey isn't what she had in mind when she wrote it, but to this kid, it is.
It was a wonderfuly bittersweet moment.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
10 years
10 years ago today at 9 in the morning, I was trying to put something on my stomach to calm the butterflies.
10 years ago today at 10:30 in the morning, I was getting my nails done.
10 years ago today at 11:30 in thr morning, my hair was being put up into my veil.
10 years ago today at 12:30 in the afternoon, I was putting on hose and making faces at my mother as she kept taking picture after picture.
10 years ago today at 1 in the afternoon, I was getting my makeup done, and putting on a beaded white gown.
10 years ago today at 2:15 in the afternoon, my dad and I were engrossed in nervous small talk.
10 years ago today at 2:20 in the afternoon, my dad told me that I could still back out if I wanted too.
10 years ago today at 2:30 in the afternoon, my dad walked me down the white runner to where my future husband waited.
10 years ago today at 3 in the afternoon, my husband kissed me for the first time, and it tickled my toes.
Today, 10 years after we promised to be with each other through the good times and the bad, we have made it. We have been shaken… but we have never fallen. We have had trials… but we have survived.
I love him so much more now than I did 10 years ago. I have found out what a strong man he is. When I have been at rock bottom, he has helped me up. He is my sounding board, my calm when a storm hits.
He's an awesome father, a wonderful husband, and an extraordinary man…
Here's to another 10 years, and 10 after that, and 10 after that, until forever and a day comes.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Lost
“To make yourself something less than you can be - that too is a form of suicide” - Benjamin Lichtenberg
As I was searching for quotes yesterday to use in cards and on various scrapbooking pages, this one struck me. Struck me so hard that I even used it as a Facebook status. (I know, I use quotes a lot for status messages.)
It's a truth that I seem to have forgotten. It's a truth that seems to have gotten lost. Lost, because somewhere along the way I did. Somewhere in growing into a wife and a mother, the things that made me tick, were pushed away for what I thought I had to be. And how long could that last?
For me, 10 years now. It was a gradual progress. Slow and steady, until I looked in the mirror and I didn't see myself. The Chef has even made a comment or two about mini skirts and combat boots.
I only own crocks now. Oh and a pair of shoes I got at the Salvation Army that cuts off all of the feeling to my toes.
So who am I? What defines me? Can the pysdo-Me that I let take over coexist with person I was... the one I am desperately trying to dig out of the back of the closet?
Here goes nothing.
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As I was searching for quotes yesterday to use in cards and on various scrapbooking pages, this one struck me. Struck me so hard that I even used it as a Facebook status. (I know, I use quotes a lot for status messages.)
It's a truth that I seem to have forgotten. It's a truth that seems to have gotten lost. Lost, because somewhere along the way I did. Somewhere in growing into a wife and a mother, the things that made me tick, were pushed away for what I thought I had to be. And how long could that last?
For me, 10 years now. It was a gradual progress. Slow and steady, until I looked in the mirror and I didn't see myself. The Chef has even made a comment or two about mini skirts and combat boots.
I only own crocks now. Oh and a pair of shoes I got at the Salvation Army that cuts off all of the feeling to my toes.
So who am I? What defines me? Can the pysdo-Me that I let take over coexist with person I was... the one I am desperately trying to dig out of the back of the closet?
Here goes nothing.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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