You Know You Are A Parent…

When you find yourself in a public restroom thinking “I don’t have to tell anyone ‘stop messing with the door’!” And you are thrilled by the thought…

Yes YOU are a parent, and don’t have much time alone! I had just such a thought tonight… and had to shake my head in wonder… how did I get to the point I was EXCITED to walk into a public restroom and not have to worry about someone opening the door before I was ready. I’ll tell you how… I have been through three toddlers and their incessant questioning, “Can I open it now? Can I now? Now? NOW???”

Its Miller time

My little K takes after her Great Grandpa… I mean how many 9 month old do you know who eat sauerkraut? Today she happily ate yet another Great Grandpa Miller favorite: Lemon Meringue Pie…

I have a new phone, so I am working on taking pix with it, add to that K was not happy sitting for pix while that pie was still sitting on the table, so these are not the best…

Out of the mouths of babes…

Today was J’s first day of 3rd grade. When I picked him up, there was lots of conversation about the fun things he did, who he saw, and what he would take back in the morning as his homework. In the middle of all this talk, S, from the back of the van called to me, “Momma.”

“What do you need, Baby?” There was a long pause, and no answer.

I guess G got tired of waiting, “Spit it out, S!” he commanded her.

“Spit what out? I don’t have anything in my mouth,” she answered him.

“The words. What where you going to tell Momma?” he wanted to know.

“I’m going to keep the words in my mouth,” she announced.

And as of this moment, six hours later, she has.

Thanks Chris and Dave!

I just read Chris‘ blog and I, too, (as I guess Chris and Dave did) feel like EVERYONE needs to see this… imagine what we could do if we all had this kind of passion about the work at our hands…

I hope you find make the time (20 minutes) to watch this video of Benjamin Zander. He will light a fire in you. Now I’m off to make sure the lights in my children’s eyes are shining.

Baby Talk

So I’m walking through the grocery store today because we DESPERATELY needed me to. (G has asked me every morning for the last week for his “Pop Tarets” to which I have had to tell him we don’t have any… not the answer he wanted to hear.)

Not only did I go today… I went without any children!!! Yea for me. (I know how sad that sounds… when did it be come a thrill to go to the store??? When you can go and not have to tell someone NOT to touch that, then you will understand.)

And I’m walking, looking at the fruit and on over to the cereal. While I am looking at Cheerios I suddenly realized something I did not want to know…

I found myself actually talking out loud… OUT LOUD!!!! I was having a conversation with… MYSELF. Ugh… I have had a non-talking child in the cart so long I don’t even think about talking out loud and not having someone answer… so sad… I have now become the crazy woman you don’t want to be around…

Maybe taking K would have been a good idea…

School Entitlement

I read a blog last night that I both understand, and yet am very frustrated by. A single mom was ranting about the supplies she had to buy for her kids to go back to school, including things like paper towel. Her point… she didn’t have to provide things like that to her job, why should she have to supply them to the school?

OK, so I understand how maddening it is to have to pay, and pay, and pay and then be asked for more money to support our kids getting an education. I mean, I have four… think of all the hand sanitizer I will be buying!

However, I also understand this: I want my taxes to be low. I am not asking my neighbors who are in their 80s to buy the supplies my kids need for their education. However, this is what school tax does. It asks the community to help pay for my kids, and any other kids in the area, to learn.

This mother also wanted to know why the school didn’t provide this stuff… so I told her.. the problem is School Entitlement. There are people who feel, for whatever reason, this world owes them not only SOMETHING, but EVERYTHING.

I also understand the people down the street who did not come into this country by the proper means do not have the same ideals as I do. They want to break into my house, eat my food, take my medicine, use my water and expect me to pay for it all. This is what all of these government programs are doing. These programs to allow illegal alien’s to get a FREE (yes, they don’t buy the same supplies I do) education, eat a FREE lunch and get FREE medical care, are NOT FREE at all… I pay for them. This working, single mom who is having trouble buying her kids supplies must FIRST buy the supplies of people who don’t belong in this country and who are not trying to become part of this country.

Yes, I told her this… too bad the comment erred out.

Migraines and other headaches

I have learned something about my family history I had no idea of… and it took a lot to get here…

I am going to assume you don’t know all the details surrounding K’s birth… for that matter, I probably don’t know them all… I mean I was under the influence of a lot of drugs… don’t worry though, I wasn’t driving!

The short version is this: after having my fourth c-section, while in recovery, I started to hemorrhage… not a fun deal. It took 5 hours, and the blood loss was major… any more and I would have HAD to have a transfusion. As it was, I was able to push through and begin the slow march to rebuilding my supply. While in the hospital, I began to see a funny pattern every where I looked. When I asked the nurse she said, “Oh, you are having a migraine… you need to rest.”

Wow… 37 years and I’d never had one. Fast forward almost 9 months, and suddenly I’ve had 3 in nine months. What is going on?

While talking to my Mom about it, she tells me my great-grandmother got them… as did my great-aunt… oh, and my uncle.. WHAT??? There’s a family history I had no idea about. I talked to my grandmother and found out that my cousin has them, too… big fun.

When I talked to the dr. office, I was told it probably has to do with the drop in my progesterone level during my monthly cycle… Why do I even know what that is??? Because they also think the five miscarriages I have had have to do with this lovely hormone.

Which means while I’m still nursing K, I have to just deal with it. OR I have to stop nursing her (which I don’t plan on doing until she’s a year).

Anyone have any better answers?

New Math?

I hope this one works better than the last video I tried to share…

If there is a problem, try this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpGH02DtIws

So.. let me see if I understand this… he’s been to 57 states? He has one left to go? But he hasn’t been to Alaska or Hawaii??? Maybe J thinking AL was not part of the states wasn’t so bad…

Pix… finally

Yes… I finally got the pix off the camera… all 350 of them… I didn’t take time to look at each one, but here are some of the best of the ones I looked at:


The last thing we did for the day was let the kids run at the huge play area… G found the water fountains, J climbed from one end to the other, and S liked the rocking horses, K? Well, K just got sleepy…