Tonight, as the boys were leaving for ball practice, Dancer was helping me make cookies. On a side note, we were making what is lovingly called in our house "dog poop cookies". I so wish I were kidding right now, but...well, there is A LOT of testosterone in the Tigerden. You probably know these as Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies or No Bake Cookies, but every time we make them, they end up looking like, well, piles of dog poop, and when you have this many boys under one roof, and the name is gross, it is gonna stick!
Anyway, we were making cookies and it got to a point where Dancer was no longer interested in helping because there was heat involved. She wandered into the living room where the boys had left the T.V. on. About a whopping two minutes later she came running back to the kitchen where the following conversation took place:
Dancer-"Momma, I wish you could see this show it is HIL-A-RI-OUS!
Me-"What is it?"
Dancer-" I don't know, but I have watched like half of it and it is like SO COOL!"
She figured out all this in two minutes! Where has my baby girl gone?
Monday, January 12, 2009
The Purple Diva and a Musing Giveaway
I have a post in mind about my wonderful weekend of cleaning up bodily fluids...it will be a must read, but before I do, I must tell you about one of my sweetest blogging friends.
If you have never been to visit CJ, the Purple Diva, you simply must go! And this week is the time to do it, because she is having a blogoversary on Jan. 17 and is having give away after giveaway to celebrate. And let me tell you, this girl KNOWS how to do a giveaway!
You will be glad you visited her site! She is so funny and always has a hilarious video or comic posted that is guaranteed to make you smile. She also posts about 27 times a day...so every time you go, there is usually something new to read!
She also could just use a little love this week. She has had a rough beginning to 2009 including being diagnosed with diabetes and being putting on meds that are wreaking havoc on her poor body! So, stop by there...here is the link...again, and give her some love! You will both be glad you did!
Thanks for reading this public service announcement!
Oh! and while I am on the subject of Giveaways, Musing of a Housewife (who, by the way led me to Purple Diva) is also having a giveaway for a WordWorld set...go check it out!
If you have never been to visit CJ, the Purple Diva, you simply must go! And this week is the time to do it, because she is having a blogoversary on Jan. 17 and is having give away after giveaway to celebrate. And let me tell you, this girl KNOWS how to do a giveaway!
You will be glad you visited her site! She is so funny and always has a hilarious video or comic posted that is guaranteed to make you smile. She also posts about 27 times a day...so every time you go, there is usually something new to read!
She also could just use a little love this week. She has had a rough beginning to 2009 including being diagnosed with diabetes and being putting on meds that are wreaking havoc on her poor body! So, stop by there...here is the link...again, and give her some love! You will both be glad you did!
Thanks for reading this public service announcement!
Oh! and while I am on the subject of Giveaways, Musing of a Housewife (who, by the way led me to Purple Diva) is also having a giveaway for a WordWorld set...go check it out!
Friday, January 9, 2009
I Don't Even Want to Talk About It!!!
Today is the big Reveal for Fit Friday...And, yes, it is gonna be big. As in, I still am! This should not come as a surprise to any of you faithful Fit Friday-ers, I have struggled every step of the way! At my best, I had lost about 6 pounds, then I gained them back, then I lost 2. If you combine all those...that is an 8 pound loss!!! Pretty good. But if you look at the actual result, I have lost a mere two pounds. :(Now, I could give a lot of excuses here, the holidays, a very sick baby, a husband who was NOT doing Fit Friday and was off work until Jan. 5. But the truth is, I ate too much junk, didn't exercise enough and became unreasonably addicted to Facebook, spending an inordinate amount of time sitting in front of a computer reconnecting with long lost friends.
I am back on the wagon now, so while I will probably not be the grand prize winner...I definitely see some good benefits. I am back to my regularly scheduled exercise agenda and I am now the proud owner of a Wiifit, so I am pretty faithfully exercising and now that most of the holiday goodies are gone, I am doing better on my diet.
Even better, Tigerfan has seen fit to start losing with me, so we are going to invest in a food scale and work together. He, by the way, has lost 4 pounds...yes, 4! How unfair is that, he has been trying for like a week! Ugh.
Anyway, I was going to bail out of the picture out of utter humiliation. But Missy our generous host did it, so at the last minute this morning, I made Tigerfan snap a picture and after a freakishly long time trying to figure out how to get a picture from my camera to my computer, I decided to own up. Please understand how much I love ya'll. This is an "untouched up" photo. I have on no make-up (I never even look at myself with no makeup) and I just finished walking on the treadmill...I promise, I will NEVER subject you to such horror again!
I really have no dignity left!
So, hope ya'll had more success...although I totally wanted to win and I hope to see you back here soon...hopefully seeing a slimmer, trimmer, healthier me!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Why?
Why does it take an hour to prepare a meal, only 15 minutes to eat and another hour to clean the mess?
Why is the toilet such an attraction to a twelve month old?
Why can older children not remember to close the bathroom door to keep the 12 month old out NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TELL THEM!
Why is there a house full of brand new toys and yet all the baby wants to play with is the toilet the garbage and the houseplants?
Why, of all the crud on the floor, does the baby choose the poisonous poinsettia leaf to chew on?
Why did I buy a new garbage can with a lid? It is just even MORE fun to play with than the old one?
Why is my 8 year old better at the Wiifit than I am?
Why can't chocolate be a health food?
Why am I totally boring to be around until I get on the computer?
These questions plague me...I just want to know...why?
Why is the toilet such an attraction to a twelve month old?
Why can older children not remember to close the bathroom door to keep the 12 month old out NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TELL THEM!
Why is there a house full of brand new toys and yet all the baby wants to play with is the toilet the garbage and the houseplants?
Why, of all the crud on the floor, does the baby choose the poisonous poinsettia leaf to chew on?
Why did I buy a new garbage can with a lid? It is just even MORE fun to play with than the old one?
Why is my 8 year old better at the Wiifit than I am?
Why can't chocolate be a health food?
Why am I totally boring to be around until I get on the computer?
These questions plague me...I just want to know...why?
Monday, January 5, 2009
How to Know You are the Mother of Four
1. Your 12 month old grabs the chicken leg off brother's plate and begins eating it and instead of running to get it out of his hands to prevent choking, you run for the camera because it would make a really cute blog picture! (I was too late to get the picture...darn it!)
2. Instead of reprimanding your 5 year old for carrying the 12 month old down the stairs, you remind her to make sure she goes down on her bottom next time.
3. In order to lose that "baby weight", you get up at 5:00 a.m. to exercise, drink 8 glasses of water a day and eat A LOT of carrots...then reward yourself by eating about 10 pieces of chocolate. (Okay, I would do that no matter how many kids I had)
4. When vacuuming, you decide to just go around things and not move any furniture because you will move things when you deep clean in that zone...you have not deep cleaned in a zone since before child #3 was born, when you lived in a different house, and had different furniture.
5. You have a baby book that has been sitting on the kitchen counter for 11 months that you totally intend to write in...someday!
6. Your idea of an exciting night is hanging out with all your old buddies...on Facebook!
7. You can cook supper, give a spelling test, clean the kitchen, practice reading, and talk on the phone all at the same time, but in the midst of it the baby has gotten lost...somewhere.
8. Somehow, the more time you spend cleaning the house, the more messy the house will be. The more laundry you successfully wash, the more single socks will be strewn throughout the house. The more you run the dish washer, the fewer dishes will actually be in a cabinet. It is a freakish phenomenon, directly related to the motor skills of a certain aforementioned 12 month old.
2. Instead of reprimanding your 5 year old for carrying the 12 month old down the stairs, you remind her to make sure she goes down on her bottom next time.
3. In order to lose that "baby weight", you get up at 5:00 a.m. to exercise, drink 8 glasses of water a day and eat A LOT of carrots...then reward yourself by eating about 10 pieces of chocolate. (Okay, I would do that no matter how many kids I had)
4. When vacuuming, you decide to just go around things and not move any furniture because you will move things when you deep clean in that zone...you have not deep cleaned in a zone since before child #3 was born, when you lived in a different house, and had different furniture.
5. You have a baby book that has been sitting on the kitchen counter for 11 months that you totally intend to write in...someday!
6. Your idea of an exciting night is hanging out with all your old buddies...on Facebook!
7. You can cook supper, give a spelling test, clean the kitchen, practice reading, and talk on the phone all at the same time, but in the midst of it the baby has gotten lost...somewhere.
8. Somehow, the more time you spend cleaning the house, the more messy the house will be. The more laundry you successfully wash, the more single socks will be strewn throughout the house. The more you run the dish washer, the fewer dishes will actually be in a cabinet. It is a freakish phenomenon, directly related to the motor skills of a certain aforementioned 12 month old.
9. You totally had more ideas about this earlier, but now it is late and you're too doggone tired to remember them (and they were funny, too, I think)...oh, well, you get the idea!
You are Lovingly Invited to Famliy Game Night
After a long day of basketball Saturday, we decided to head back to the house for a much needed evening at home. Tigerfan had been off work since Christmas Eve which meant lots of fun and running around but not a lot of home time!
We had begun the day at 8:45 with Dancer's cheer leading, killed time in town, including an oh so nutritious lunch at the Target Snack Bar, and then headed to more basketball at 1:00 and 2:00. By that time, Tigercub had had ENOUGH ALREADY!
I had purchased some pre-assembled shish kabobs from the "get rid of it quick" section at Kroger, so dinner was set, all we had to do was grill 'em up. So we headed home, salivating, ready to shower, eat and play some games!
Supper was GREAT! Although the baked potato and Texas Toast alleviated any figure flattering benefits! We all enjoyed the meal and time together and the children realized they ALL like steak...isn't that great!
Things were going very well, which is a sure pre-cursor to disaster. The big boys were showered, we just had to bathe the little ones and get ready. I had made a chocolate cake to snack on and the night was young!
Then, we decided to choose a game. It may shock you to know that NO ONE agreed on a game. We got three new games at Christmas, everyone wanted a different one. Totally fine, I solved the dilemma by choosing an old game we already had, telling everyone to stop whining or they could go to bed and to SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN!!!!!
Dancer began crying to be on my team. Done. Babeball boy began crying because "Daddy always yells at me!" Football boy began fussing because everyone was fussing and let's play, already! AND Tigercub just waited for the moment that the games would begin, Mommy would be sidetracked, and the REAL fun could begin!
We ate our cake. We cleaned up the chocolate explosion. The games began. Tigerfan and F.B. fussed over the score sheets. Start again. The children fussed over who would roll the die. Dancer was elected.
I had chosen Scattergories as the game of choice. The timer began. Dancer started giving me a million suggestions. None of which actually began with the proper letter. She then got very upset with me because I was not using her options. In the mean time, Tigercub, was spreading toys all over the place, digging in the garbage, unloading cabinets, and driving Tigerfan crazy!
By the end of the round, the house was a wreck, Tigercub had to be physically restrained to calm him down from his destruction extravaganza, Dancer was mad that we hadn't played HER game, F.B. was mad that he didn't get to stay up an hour later than the other kids, because we had let them stay up past bedtime, and B.B. was just certain that somehow he had been mistreated...because, he is the middle child (enough said!).
What a wonderful time together, we should really have game night more often. Anyone like to join us?
We had begun the day at 8:45 with Dancer's cheer leading, killed time in town, including an oh so nutritious lunch at the Target Snack Bar, and then headed to more basketball at 1:00 and 2:00. By that time, Tigercub had had ENOUGH ALREADY!
I had purchased some pre-assembled shish kabobs from the "get rid of it quick" section at Kroger, so dinner was set, all we had to do was grill 'em up. So we headed home, salivating, ready to shower, eat and play some games!
Supper was GREAT! Although the baked potato and Texas Toast alleviated any figure flattering benefits! We all enjoyed the meal and time together and the children realized they ALL like steak...isn't that great!
Things were going very well, which is a sure pre-cursor to disaster. The big boys were showered, we just had to bathe the little ones and get ready. I had made a chocolate cake to snack on and the night was young!
Then, we decided to choose a game. It may shock you to know that NO ONE agreed on a game. We got three new games at Christmas, everyone wanted a different one. Totally fine, I solved the dilemma by choosing an old game we already had, telling everyone to stop whining or they could go to bed and to SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN!!!!!
Dancer began crying to be on my team. Done. Babeball boy began crying because "Daddy always yells at me!" Football boy began fussing because everyone was fussing and let's play, already! AND Tigercub just waited for the moment that the games would begin, Mommy would be sidetracked, and the REAL fun could begin!
We ate our cake. We cleaned up the chocolate explosion. The games began. Tigerfan and F.B. fussed over the score sheets. Start again. The children fussed over who would roll the die. Dancer was elected.
I had chosen Scattergories as the game of choice. The timer began. Dancer started giving me a million suggestions. None of which actually began with the proper letter. She then got very upset with me because I was not using her options. In the mean time, Tigercub, was spreading toys all over the place, digging in the garbage, unloading cabinets, and driving Tigerfan crazy!
By the end of the round, the house was a wreck, Tigercub had to be physically restrained to calm him down from his destruction extravaganza, Dancer was mad that we hadn't played HER game, F.B. was mad that he didn't get to stay up an hour later than the other kids, because we had let them stay up past bedtime, and B.B. was just certain that somehow he had been mistreated...because, he is the middle child (enough said!).
What a wonderful time together, we should really have game night more often. Anyone like to join us?
Friday, January 2, 2009
Have You Heard About This Thing Called Facebook?
I know, welcome to the 21st century. Tigerfan has been a member for awhile but I didn't pay much attention. Then people started asking me if I was on. So sweet Tigerfan started me my own email and I am on!
Oh, the addictive quality of blogging an Facebook! All of the sudden, I am back in touch with people I haven't seen in YEARS! My big sister from my sorority in college, lost friends, I know the doings of local friends I didn't even know still lived here! Too fun!
Now, somehow in the midst of all my year's goals and my ultimate goal of simplifying...I need to make time for Facebook, too.
Sleep...it's really overrated, isn't it?
By the way, Happy Mommy, and anyone else interested...if you'll comment, I'll send you an email, I would love to hook up with you on FB!
Oh, the addictive quality of blogging an Facebook! All of the sudden, I am back in touch with people I haven't seen in YEARS! My big sister from my sorority in college, lost friends, I know the doings of local friends I didn't even know still lived here! Too fun!
Now, somehow in the midst of all my year's goals and my ultimate goal of simplifying...I need to make time for Facebook, too.
Sleep...it's really overrated, isn't it?
By the way, Happy Mommy, and anyone else interested...if you'll comment, I'll send you an email, I would love to hook up with you on FB!
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