Being with family has its funny moments, here’s a couple from yesterday:
My Dad was in the kitchen, looking in the fridge. “What did your Mom do with the turkey?”
Me: “She married him…”
Later at a neighborhood party, my nephew SM, 5, saw me, carrying K, get up and start to the trash. “Where are you going?” he asked me.
“To the trash.”
His eyes got wide… “But that’s K!”
“I’m throwing out this spoon.”
“OK.”
I hope you have a great weekend with your family!
One of the fun things about having little girls, all be it time consuming, is when their hair is long enough to put bows and the like in it. While feeding K some little, round cereal this weekend I noticed her hair is getting longer… (You’ll notice the new two hand technique to eating said cereal.)
Since her hair was in her eyes this weekend, I decided I would try and see what I could do…
K was not thrilled with the idea… However, S happily wanted in on the action…
The whole ordeal wore K out (not to mention all the running around we did yesterday.) Notice the hair stayed in all day…
Then there’s the aftermath, when your big sister decides you are done with your new look…
I am… or was before four kids, an athlete… I don’t play enough of anything to be called such anymore. I would be a lot closer to a weekend warrior than an true athlete… though getting back into shape is one of my goals for 2008… anyway, bunny trail aside, I can appreciate a good game… football, soccer, tennis, racquetball… I enjoy competition.
I’ve played soccer since I was in the 3rd grade. I’ve watched my brother play, some boyfriends, my DH, and my boys play. I can honestly say I’ve never seen the game played this way. I’ve seen guys get competitive over cars… never seen ’em work it out this way. I don’t know what to call this… bumper cars on steroids? Soccer with protection? Maybe just funny ball?
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Have I mentioned I am the mother of four? Taking 30 minutes to do my hair is not a luxury I have… who am I kidding??? I don’t think I’ve EVER taken 30 minutes to do my hair!
Saturday I took the morning to have my hair high-lighted (something I once swore I would never do) and cut – hey, my 20th high school reunion is coming up! Anyway, when I got home my sweet babies were napping. When a sleepy G came down the stairs he got a funny look on his face, “Momma, your hair looks silly!”
“Does that mean you don’t like it?”
“It looks silly!” At least he didn’t say it looked bad…
Later that night, after eating dinner, letting them play at the mall and eat dippin dots, as I got into the van G says, “Momma’s hair is yucky.” Nice… honest anyway. I had to laugh at his willingness to just share, Daddy didn’t find it funny and got onto him for talking to his momma that way.
On Sunday I got ready for church, and headed out to round up kids. G looked at me, his face lit up, big blue eyes totally elated, and said…
“Momma, YOU GOT YOUR HAIR BACK!”
Where is Jeff Foxworthy???? He needs to see this car…
T had somethings to do after church today, so we took two vehicles. He was maybe a block ahead of me when this car passed me, and I thought, “T needs to see this…” so I picked up my phone and called him. Why would I think that? Because like a lot of guys, T is a car guy. Unlike most guys (or maybe there are more of you than I know) he will spend HOURS looking a web sites about car parts, car kits, paint jobs… whatever… it’s enough to make my head spin… and I like cars… just not that much!
Anyway, this car that passed me… T answered and I said “Look at the car that’s to your right…” (Sunday afternoon traffic on OHB can be a nightmare, and the kids and I caught up to T and J.)
“What car?”
“The one to your right… it’s about to pass you… and it has duct tape for racing stripes!”
“No way.”
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy! I see it… that’s crazy!” We hung up… then he called me back “Not duct tape… reflective tape. At least it’s a specialty tape… that’s a step above… not much better, but a step above. And it has decals to look like bullet holes.” Nice… welcome to Tennessee!
Now, these are not the best pix, but all I had was my phone… and I was trying to drive! (We were STOPPED each time I took a pix…)
So what does one mom do with groceries to put away, a hungry baby to feed, and a tired toddler who is making big messes? Get the big brothers involved!!??? What was I thinking??? Let me show you what happens when an 8 and 5 year old try to feed a 6 month old…
I’m not sure who made the biggest mess… the toddler who used 1/4 a brand new bottle of pump soap on her hands (and feet, toilet, sink, floor) plus emptied a brand new bottle of detangler (why can a 3 year old get open those plastic wraps on bottles that I have trouble with???) on the floor or the two boys who were very eager for such a chance… and made a big competition out of it!
Anyone want baby kisses now????
My friends seem to think of me as the Queen of Cool, and I feel the need to set the record straight, so I wanted to share with you what I call “My Lucy Moment.”
When we lived in North Nashville, my DH built the cats a cat tree out of scrap wood and carpet. This thing was pretty ugly, and only about 85% covered with the carpet. He kept talking about fixing it or building another one… well, it never happened.
So, when we had our new house built, I decided I would buy them a cat tree, rather than letting him build another. I bought one that said on the box (my first mistake) it would fit 7-9 foot ceilings. Ours are 8, so no problem, right???? I get it home and put it together without a hitch. I picked where I wanted it to go, and started to slide it into place. And it would not go. I pushed and pushed and pushed. It would get about 75% there and stop (should have been a clue!).
Then I think, maybe it’s the carpet, not letting it slide in the way it should. So I drag this thing over by the FRONT door, where there is hardwood and try to push it into place. Again, it would not go. So I push, and push, and push… and it pops! I look up to find a hole in my brand new ceiling! The spring-loaded rod has shot right through the plaster into the unfinished upper room.
Panic sets in… all I can think is “Oh, @#$#@$, T will kill me!” And I go running upstairs to see if I can find the rod (not having any idea as to how I will fix it, should I find it). I open the door to this sea of pink that is mostly undisturbed. The only spot that is out of place is where that rod had to have shot through, and the lovely hole looking down on my hardwood floor! (Yes, I was walking on rafters with 2 month old G and 3 year old J downstairs napping!) The rod is, to this day, still MIA!
After about 40 minutes of this, I finally gave up and emailed my husband to break the news about the hole. He went to Home Depot and bought a short rod (I guess one has to cut them to the right size) and used a 2×4 over the hole for the rod to rest on.
Now that we no longer have cats (allergies for the kids), there is just a crack showing where the plaster has been laid back into place and never really fixed… maybe someday…
I hope this started your day with a good laugh.
Momma Kisses 