Something worth smiling about…

Do you see it?!?!?! I do, and it made me smile all day yesterday! The tooth is on her left but in this drawing I think it looks more head on. When we felt it we couldn’t tell if it was BOTH the bottom two.  So the next time she screams I’m going to see if I can stick my head in her mouth to see.  She keeps feeling it with her fingers and tongue while making funny faces.  This tooth (maybe teeth) *only* took her 1 year and 18 days to cut one/two. Let’s hope the rest come swiftly.

Note ~ She’s been acting like she was going to cut a tooth since she was 4 1/2 months old. She even tricked the doctor once or twice.

Sisterly Love…

A few days ago the girls had to get shots. The two older ones were just given the flu shot while the baby was given four shots. Poor little girl, four just seems so unfair. She calmed down as soon as we started driving – I wish I could say the same for her sisters.

The moment we pulled out of the parking lot my 12 year old (who was just a few days away from 12 at the time) remembered what the nurse told her, “Rub it well and it will feel better faster.” This comment sparked an idea.

I heard a loud YELP while I was driving, followed by an, “I was just trying to make sure you were rubbing it hard enough”

This did not sit well with my 14 year old…

I heard a deep gasp followed by a, “Sweet sister, I just want your arm to heal quickly.”

That lasted for the 30 minute, in town, stop and go, lots of red lights, drive home.

By the time we pulled into the driveway everyone was a sobbing mess.

Note ~ No one was punching, they were just rubbing hard on each other’s arms.

Note Note ~ This must have worked because they were not sore at all the next day which normally they are. Both the girls were so impressed they decided to do it again the next time they have to get shots… Just not while I’m driving or around the baby.

12 Years ago today…

I talk about my kids all the time on here, so I figured a birthday post for each of them would be nice.

Like I said a few days ago, “Sometimes staying in the hospital for a night or two isn’t such a bad thing.”

This picture (and little girl) is 12 years old today!!!My little pink-tomboy is 12 today. She likes to wear jewelry, pink, dresses (sometimes), and cute things, BUT she also loves books that are more directed for boys, toys that are too, video games also, and most of the time she likes to wear boys t-shirts, shoes, and jeans… with jewelry.  She has been known to play rough and tumbley even though she’s getting older.  All of her jeans have at least one ripped knee… because of her, not the designer. We sometimes call her our pink dragon because one year that was ALL she wanted for Christmas and it fits her just perfect. She likes to look pretty but play the same games as boys. She can be a pink werewolf or cat too. If she’s not walking around with her DS in her hands she walking around with a book in them.

Note ~ I wished the nurses told me she was getting her picture taken when they took her to draw blood. I would’ve put her in a cute little outfit for her first picture, but the relative that went with her had no idea at all about what we wanted… at least she wasn’t alone.

Note Note ~ I was going to post this at her time of birth, just like I did with the baby, but The Pink Dragon was born at 11:25pm and I want to go to sleep early tonight… I hope.

Edit /Add-in 9/23/2011 @ 10:50 —

My little tomboy picked this as her birthday cake. She wanted nothing written on it because she wanted it to look real-ish. When I asked her if she picked this one so she could have the toys she said, “Well, yeah?” in a ‘why not’ tone. LOL! That kid.

Done At Last…

Yesterday I was very proud of myself, rarely are the dishes and laundry both done at once, but never do they coincide with a clean living room! All was done, and although the bathrooms still both needed a little attention, I felt I could kick my feet up and relax… aaaaaaah.

My rest and relaxation dream was short-lived.  When I entered the once clean living room, now missile testing area, I saw a pink blur wiz by and my husband chasing after it/her, trying hard not to re-injure the not-so-purple-toe.
Within a minute my older two daughters came to my… aide? They felt the urge to surprise me and clean their rooms. I thought it slightly odd that they didn’t bring me all the dirty stuff when I first asked for it. Well, they did it eventually, right?

I felt a little overloaded so I took a small lay down. At least I was able to get off my feet, but I don’t know if I’d count passing out in the hall a nice break.

Back to square one… One day when I’m in a nursing home, the dish will all be done, the laundry finished and folded, and the house entirely clean.  Who am I kidding? With whimsical ideas like that I should start writing fairytales not Vamp fiction.

The epic battle…

We got into it again! I don’t know who won by the time to fight was over…

Note ~ My vote is Bangs -1 Sarah – 0

Note Note ~ This only took me 10 minutes to draw. I know… you could tell. Sorry, I think the next one will be a *little* better in the art department. At least I hope. I think I might even start doing a 10 minute art thing… I’ll have to think about it.

My very cheesy blog post….

Note to self ~never send the hubby to the grocery store with a list and an ‘Oh, yeah, I forgot to put it on the list, but we’re out of cheese too.’  We now have enough cheese to open a French cheese shop… just need to get some wine.

We now have a variety of cheeses ranging from sandwich slices to shredded Mexican blend… From What the heck is Gouda to Brie is stinky?  I could constipate an elephant that has severe diarrhea using the amount he bought and still have enough to make pizza.

I guess I could’ve drawn a pizza.

But I can’t complain too much he did get me a chocolate chip and M&M cookie the size of my head. *Sniffle* he knows me so well…

HEY! Who cut the cheese?

Note ~ This was the other thing that happened when he went shopping before The Purple Toe (which is now The Smurf Blue Toe).

Note note ~ I wonder why he didn’t get CHEESEcake too?

Note note note ~ Sorry about the cutting cheese joke… but I just had to. *blush*

 

A year ago today…

Sometimes staying in the hospital for a night or two isn’t such a bad thing.

Happy First Birthday little one

At one she still has no teeth. She can stand without aide. She crawls faster than I can run. She talks some. Her hair is starting to grow out, but is still baby thin and very straight.  Her cheeks are chubby although not as chubby as they were when she was born.  She loves to cuddle.  Her favorite toys are her older sisters and her daddy.  She’s leery for new people and faces.  She loves to eat Cheerios and Gold Fish crackers.  She never stops moving. She’ll be a thumb-sucker for life. Her eyes are big and near the same shade of red orange as her hair. She is so beautiful. And she owns my heart.

Note ~ I thought of drawing her chewing on a heart but I didn’t want to imply baby cannibalism.

Note note ~ As is with most newborns she got cuter a few days after birth. Poor little ones, after soaking in water for nine month there’s little hope of coming out looking like a movie star. It’s ok moms usually look ten times worse, I know I did after I had her.

My hot and sexy gloves…

Before my husband maimed his toe, he went to the store for me with a list of about 512 things.  Two BIG things happened with this list – one I will save for another blog post.  This one is about my new hot (or is it ‘hawt’), sexy cleaning gloves.

Normally I do all the shopping, but since we’ve had the baby it’s kind of been just whoever, whenever, and how-ever.  When I go, although I do not like pink, my first choice is the ‘Hope’ cleaning gloves. I believe in donating to help cure ANY type of cancer and then my next pick is the neon yellow or orange, whichever is in small. My hubby said that they had none of these when he went and he bought the only ones they had and they were in large only.  At first the older girls and I stared at them in bewilderment.

My 11 year old was fighting back laughter, I was at a loss of words trying to understand designer cleaning wear, and my 14 year old was thinking, ‘There is no way I’m ever going to wear those……  I am soooooo texting my friends about this.’  My hubby told me that they matched my shirt and I’d look good in them…

That was it, the 11 year old lost it and the 14 year old was trying to hold in the giggles.  I know he was just trying to flatter me, but I didn’t want to look good in those.

I knew eventually the dishes had to be done and, with the man’s foot out, I also had to take out the trash (Eeeeewwww, I hate that job)!

So I put them on and…

Like magic I transformed…

I was a Princess…I Struck a Pose… so Vogue…

I Shook My Groove Thing…

The John Travolta in me even came out …By the time the dishes where done and I was taking out the trash I know that I was HOT… really really hot in my new gloves.

The Man with the Purple Toe…

WARNING: This is not a blog for those who can’t read about ouchies and boo-boos (no blood)

Yesterday while getting ready for work and doing a few things around the house (without steel toed boots on) my husband stubbed hurt mangled killed his baby toe on his left foot on one of the pieces of furniture.  He swears that it jumped out to get him, but I don’t buy it. I might, except that 3 weeks ago when I did the same thing (but ripped my big toenail off instead) he didn’t believe that the furniture was out to get my feet so why would they be out to get his?  Anyhow, after he tried to rip off his toe he popped it right back into place with a loud…

He was very proud of himself for not tearing up or passing out.  I really do feel bad for him.

After that we propped it up.  We have no ottoman so I had to make one out of a kiddie chair and a few stuffed toys….. Yes, the neon pink bunny plays music and it giggles. The swelling went down a little after I put some ice on it and he sat in the living room clinching the chair with a look of horror on his face.

The doctor said that, ‘It doesn’t appear to be broken.’ But that we need to watch it for the next few days if the swelling gets worse or whatever he needs to go back in.  I guess he just pulled it out of the joint; also when the swelling goes down a little more we should tape it to the toe next to it.  I don’t know how the doc wants me to do that since Richard told me just a few minutes ago that he could feel me looking at his toe and that made the pain worse.  Oh yeah, and he wants Richard off of it for about 3 days. So I’ve convinced him to miss two days of work and it’s going to take more than a fairy toad to make him miss that third day.

Note ~ My hubby laughed when he read this from his laptop in the bedroom. Poor guy.

I don’t think she’s coming back…

Yesterday when the post ran there was a little something in there for me.  It was a postcard from my Muse. The picture was of her sunbathing off the shore of… somewhere, she never said.

I’m starting to get a little worried that she might not come back………… here is what the card read…

I wonder how the postman knew where ‘over there, not here’ was?