Friday, September 21, 2007

Mom! I lost another one!

Last Saturday we hade a cookout at my Nana's house to celebrate the birthday of my oldest Hamster. During this cookout he comes running up to me with blood everywhere and screaming some random mess of words jumbled together. Once I calmed him down I realized he lost his tooth. This has happened before so Im not sure what the fuss was about. So we cleaned him up, put the tooth in the baggie & start searching for money to give him from the 'Tooth Fairy" only to find out that the smallest bill my Nana could find was a $5. A $5!!!!! I NEVER got $5 but whatever. It's Nana. You cant argue with Nana. So we wait. And wait. And wait until he finally goes to sleep and make the switch. The next day he is extatic because the "tooth fairy" at our house has never brought that much. So excited that he let Matt pull his other loose tooth out in hopes of doubling his riches. Which by the way he did not. After he only got $1 that night I carefully explained to him that every town has a different Tooth Fairy. And the Tooth Fairy in Coweta isnt as rich as the Tooth Fairy in Watonga. He seemed to buy it. Or at least I convinced myself that he bought it. So this week I have had to stare into this empty gap in the front of his mouth. Now most normal people embrace this snaggle tooth stage as being cute. To set the record strait~ Im not normal people. Looking at this face makes me cringe like someone is running nails down a chalkboard. I cant stand it. It literally gives me chills looking at the gaping hole in his mouth. Fortunately the new ones are already coming in so it will be over soon. He's awefully proud of it though.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

But I want to go NOW!!!

As my nearest and dearest may know by now I have obsessive tendencies. I call my lovely husband at 4:30pm every day. If he’s busy working & cant answer I frantically pace until he is able to call me back. Not because I worry he’s hurt or something. Simply because by golly I call him at 4:30pm EVERY day and he’s supposed to answer. Or when I make my grocery list it has to be in order of when the item goes in the basket. Today I had made my grocery list and decided to go to Wal-Mart instead of the grocery store. Yep you guessed it. I had to re-write my list. My dad is the same way. He told me once that he has yelled at the grocery store workers for re-arranging the store. I know it’s stupid but it’s me. And my nearest and dearest love me anyway. Anyway~ sometimes my obsessive-ness begins to wear me down. I get tired. And cranky. Very cranky. Once I reach this point there is only one thing that can get me back on track. I pack up my kids and head to a place that I can not reveal to the general public. It’s my “Secret Garden” so to speak. It’s the one place I can go to and turn the cell phone off and the only thing I’m responsible for is changing poopy diapers (because my wonderful hosts will do everything BUT change poopy diapers). I have been known to decide Friday afternoon that I HAVE to go to my secret garden. So~ I’ll frantically throw a bunch of clothes, dirty & clean (washer/dryer on site) into bags, load up the hubby & kids and head out. Once I pull into the driveway I immediately feel like I’m home. I have no worries at all. My “to do list” consists of rest & recoup. I’ve been literally dreaming of this place for months now but this happened and that happened. And I’m at that point. I am counting backwards & practicing my breathing techniques. So I made the plan to go this weekend. I’ve been so excited! Only to get the call that we have to put it off another week while they have miscellaneous things that have to be done this weekend. I managed to do the whole “I understand, it’s ok…” and make it off the phone before I started bawling. It makes me wish I was 5 again so I could stomp my feet and scream until I got my way. I feel guilty for being upset about it. There are legitimate reasons why we can’t go this weekend. That doesn’t mean I have to like it though. Does it?

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Not again...

This was posted on my myspace but I just never put it here so you may have read it already....

As most of you know I have a brother and sister that are the same age as my kids. I can recall several times in the last year or two where "haircutting experiments" have taken place with my brother & sister. I was blessed with kids that just didn't have that "urge". Until last week. One day last week Princess Bee decided she wanted bangs. So with scissors in hand she began to cut ultimately ending up with something that resembled a mullet. Immediately I get on the phone with my fixer-of-all-things-hair Autumn & picture message photos of the damage. We stop by and she gives Bee the cutest little bob hair cut which Brook of coarse hates. She cried for two days because she wants her long hair back. So the trauma passed and we were back to life as normal. Well~ normal for us anyhow. Then Saturday afternoon she comes out of the back part of the house rubbing her forehead. Yep. You guessed it. She found some first aid scissors in the master bathroom and she cut them again. This time to the scalp. No hope of repair this time. So you can imagine saying that I'm mad at this point is the understatement of the century. My beautiful little girl has a huge bald spot in the front of her hair. So I gave her the lecture again about how scissors are for cutting paper not her hair. And how we have a PROFESSIONAL hair cutter on call 24 hours a day 7 days a week any time she wants her hair cut so she should never do it on her own. Blah, blah, blah. So I have begun gathering ALL the scissors in the house to put UP. Oh no. It doesn't end there. We get home from church this afternoon and everyone lays down for a nap. Well then Bee gets up and goes in the front bathroom. Then she comes out a bit later and has blood on her lip. SHE SHAVED HER FACE!!!! Seriously! I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to. At that point all I could do was stare with my mouth hanging wide open. I'm literally speechless. Needless to say over the next couple days all sharp objects will be removed from reach of Bee.