September 30th, 2005

PJ saw her on a news clip this morning. It was a close-up, she was mouthing the words “I dare you, come on, I dare you”.

As PJ stared into the TV at her she said, “I like her”.

Do you sugar coat?

September 28th, 2005

I made a serious judgment in error yesterday. I headed down the path of making a banana cake, just cause. Once half way though I realized I was missing or only had half of many of the ingredients to complete the recipe.

Then, instead of stopping, I decided to try to make the dessert THAT WAS MISSING SUGAR (both white and brown) even healthier by adding whole wheat flour, extra bananas and some soy powder.

The dessert is now a cross between a banana juice soaked sponge and a banana brick.

Do I throw it or frost it?


September 27th, 2005

Is it so wrong to want this or maybe this? Ever since we filled our living room with furniture two years back, I have wanted to add a chaise lounge to the collection.

It’s not so much that the piece would really work in the room or completely finish the room, but it would fit in the bay window, right where the sun shines in and I see myself laying down with a cozy comforter, the cat (maybe scratch that) and a great book.

And then I would buy a half naked man to fan me and hold grapes over my head.


Round and round and round we go

September 26th, 2005

Every year the company my husband works for is generous enough to give all their employees (and their immediate family members) tickets to Valley Fair. And this year, just as we did last year, we joined in the fun.

The only difference between this year and last year is that Miss PJ is now exactly 36 inches tall. What does that mean you ask? That means my little munchkin can ride on many of the adult rides as long as an adult rides with her. And I have found out, that she loves rides just as much as I do!

I have never seen a little girl squeal with such delight as when she got tossed around and spun around and jolted up and down and smashed into by other people, carts, kids, adults.

After several adult rides she and CT spotted the kiddy ride area, which were the only rides they went on at all last year. They stepped into the little boat on wheels that went very slowly around in a very small circle. After one spin of the circle PJ threw her arms into the air and started yelling to the man at the control panel, “FASTER, MAKE THIS THING GO FASTER!”

The woman standing next to me started to laugh. I looked at her and said, “I guess she’s outgrown these.”


Princess wood nymph

September 23rd, 2005




Baby got new shoes

September 22nd, 2005

If either of the other two kids gets a hold of this information I am sure it will come back to haunt me, but I did it anyway. I bought a FULL price designer brand shoe for my third child’s first pair of shoes.

I know, stop…I can’t believe I did it either.

I’m not sure what came over me. The other two certainly never got full price shoes. They may have gotten fancy-shmancy Italian made shoes, but only at a deeply discounted rate. Usually they came from Target and were made out of plastic, unable to breathe and stiff as boards, making it even more of a challenge to walk than without the shoe.

It’s not that I think KP deserves better than the other two. It’s just, it’s just, it’s just…his feet are like blocks; they are as wide, as they are long, as they are high and cramming him into a pair of cheap shoes just doesn’t seem right.

So, viva la fat feet. Enjoy your size 5-extra wides while you can and DO NOT get use to this type of luxury. I have a whole bin of CT’s old narrow shoes with your name on’em.

At what point do you change your shower curtin?

September 20th, 2005

a. When it starts to have a white and filmy residue on it from the hard water.
b. When there are small dark flecks starting to pop up on one small area of the curtin.
c. When the whole lower third of the shower curtin has a new pattern of black splotches all over it.

We are working on creating a (d). And that would be anywhere from ½ to ¾ molded shower curtin.

I dare anyone to try and beat us.

Pet rock

September 19th, 2005

PJ has been carrying around this large fist size rock for several days. She is calling it her baby, kissing it, taking very good care of it and bringing it everywhere she goes.

On our way home from the gym today, she threw a complete tantrum walking out the double doors, wanting to carry her glass of water and balance on the wall that is 1 ½ times her size, at the same time. The new rule I have imposed on my kids at the gym is, no cup of water = you can balance on the wall, cup of water = you walk on the side walk with mom.

She made her choice to get a cup of water. And then decided she wanted to walk on the wall, which of course did not wash with me. So, she tantrumed herself to the car, dropping the water, spilling it all over the ground, then she opened the van door and ran out into the parking lot.

White hot rage is now setting in.

I grab her, put her in her seat all the while getting hit in the arms and then the face and then bit in the hand.

Tunnel vision and numb arms starting to set in.

Once everyone is in the car, PJ continues to have her tantrum but now she is pinned down in the car seat and all her energy is bubbling up and spewing out her mouth as we drive off.

And then…through her sobs and screams, she holds her baby rock up and in a frenzy tells me she is going to throw it at me. Time stopped. I have never been so scared of my child in all my life. She would throw that fucking rock at me, I know she would.

So, traveling at 70 miles per hour I reach back and nab the rock out of her hands and immediately burst into tears.

Today she could have not only hurt herself, but me, her siblings and some other random car driving down the road.

Thus concludes my lesson for the day, no more rocks in the car; I don’t care how much you love them!

How to tick me off

September 17th, 2005

Walk onto my freshly washed hard wood floors with your shoes still on and then somehow miss the toilet when you pee.

16 months

September 16th, 2005

Sweet big baby boy,
Oh how you have grown in just the last month. You now can walk (kinda like a penguin on lots of ice) and talk (like you’ve got marbles in your mouth) and dare I say it…hit (like Mike Tyson, ok not that hard but at least as hard as PJ). You hug those you love and glower at those you don’t. You have attitude and opinions. You know songs and words and signs. You are so proud!

The world around you is filling you up and it is wonderful to watch.

I love you,