Sunday, November 29, 2009

Hey Bird Brain!

Another holiday event...
Another party to plan...
Another reason to make your family members do ridiculous things!

My awesomely creative sister crowned us all with a halo of drumsticks this Thanksgiving
Some of us were overjoyed to be crowned...
Some of us pretended not to be wearing the crown hoping that noone would notice...
Some of us spent alot of time curling our hair and were hoping this didn't mess up the do...
Some of us remembered what we looked like in Hawaii and remembered to do the super cheesy smile everytime a camera was in sight...
Some of us were trying out for a vampire part in a film...
and most of us were thankful for the day and all the smiling faces...
(sorry girls, Mama tried to remind you I had a blog and the pictures would be posted!)


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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Thunder Thighs

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!



Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours!





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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

How to…Not Get Pregnant

One night The Boy and I were watching the show “I didn’t know I was pregnant”
(while some of them appear to be true surprises,
I think some of those women are just plain -in denial)

The Boy is just as fascinated by this show as I am.
So much so that he asked if we could have another baby as soon as the show ended.

Mom, I want a baby” he asked so politely.
“NO way son” I quickly replied.
“You don’t want another baby?”
“Uh uh, no way, Mama’s done!” I demanded.
“Well you better not eat a lot of food then.” He began to explain.
“Your belly will grow until it explodes.” (obviously that’s how babies are born)
“Ok son, I won’t.” I promised.

The next night as we’re eating dinner I began to lift the fork to my mouth
But I could feel the piercing eyes of this little guy glaring at me.

He looks at me with a crooked head, one eye closed, and a finger point
“Mom, remember what I told you!”
“You better not eat a lot of food,
You don’t wanna get pregnant?!”

I better be careful this Thanksgiving.


Monday, November 23, 2009

Change, Renew, Rejuvenate

We must always, change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.
–Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Whoever said “it gets easier” obviously never had 2 teenager daughters, an adventurous 4 yr old boy, a blended family, and a grandma all thrown into their mix.

Life has been busy.
Crazy.
Stressful.

But who’s isn’t, right?
(Psst…if yours isn’t, please send me your secrets!)

Teen 1 was experiencing lots of stress and anxiety,
which in turn made me stressed and anxious.

Grandma’s unannounced 5 day stay had now turned into a month and a half stay.

Birthday season was steady upon us.
5 birthdays within 10 days in November.
4 birthdays within 12 days in December.

Plus Christmas.

It is so easy to get caught up in life’s daily routine.
Life’s daily trials and tribulations.

Each person dealing with their own problems.
Worry builds.
Resentment builds.
Walls of protection go up.

We were getting to a breaking point,
I was getting to a breaking point.

It was time to take a step back and reevaluate the situation.

We had to make a change.
We had to get back to the basics.

Communication, love, and respect.

Talking.
about the bigger problems
Which once spoken about weren’t as big as they were thought to be.

Hugs and kisses.
They’re so easy to pick up,
to cuddle,
to smother with kisses when they’re babies.
We forget that when they’re teenagers and rejecting it,
that’s when they need it the most.

Respect.
No matter how big,
or how small
Everyone deserves it.

Excercising
Whew…easier said then done
Much resistance, but it’s a guaranteed stress reliever.
They complain, but I know they like it!

It’s amazing how these things that are so basic are easily lost in our daily routine.
But we’ve found them, and we’re working on keeping them in plain sight where we can always see them.

Of course, life’s not all snowflakes and hot cocoa, but we’re enjoying the sleighride.
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Friday her 13th

It's official - 2 teenagers
Since it was a Friday...
she was turning 13...
and the house was already decorated for Halloween
It was a Freaky Friday the 13th Birthday party

fully equipped with a 8 legged creature cake
eyeballs and sweet little black kitties to snack on
brain dip (aka guacamole)

a vat of witches brew for those whose thirst needed to be quenched
bat wings and bloody red soup to munch on for energy
a little bit of luck(y) charm treats
and a preserved brain as decor
more thirst quenchers and spooky scary film lighting up the dark of the night
Muuwaaaahhhaaahhhhaaaaa!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday My Little Pretty!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

One for Me, One for You

The Boy is a trained shopper like Mama.
He frequently asks to go shopping
Knows the swap meets by name and location
And can even quote the mileage to you
(how he knows, I’m not sure)
If he finds something he likes while shopping,
He’ll hand it to me, and ask
“Mom how much dollars does this cost?”
“Is that a lot of dollars, is that spensive?”
Of course, my usual answer is yes.
He knows spensive = No, you’re not getting that!!

So naturally when we leave to go trick or treating,
He grabs his skull pail in one hand
And his spider man post it notes in the other.
“I’m gonna give them receipts” he says.

My boy was giving receipts to people that gave him candy.
Of course our neighbors were a bit confused by the transaction,
Hubby couldn’t figure what to make it,
but it brought a tear to Mama’s eye!

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Follow along through the fun and agony as we try to figure out how to raise two completely opposite teenagers- Teen 1, the fiesty yet inquisitive one, Teen 2 quiet but wise-cracking and our ball full of energy known as The Boy. It aint always pretty, but we’ll sure try to make the best of it!
These are the stories of our lives…