Sweet pea has entered into the, song writing stage of child hood. Every child does it. They make up songs that have no tune and the words are basically just long run on sentences that make no sense.
Allow me to share one of Sweet pea's most recent songs. (Ok, more like the essence of the song, because I could never recite it word for word.)
"Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on lets go and play. I never see you anymore, come out the door, it's like you've gone away. We used to be best buddies, but now we're not. I wish you would tell me why. Do you wanna build a snowman? - Go away Anna- Ok, bye. (yes, it starts off with a part of the song from Frozen. All of them start this way and segue into her own little world) The bunnies the say 'hop hop'. The froggy says ribbit, ribbit. Mommy and Daddy say we have to listen. If we don't listen, we get in trouble. I no like trouble. Firecracker goes to school, but I stay home with Mommy..... etc."
She is so funny.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Friday, August 29, 2014
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Phone Calls
The people in my family are notorious for not answering their phones. I am no exception to this rule. It doesn't stop those of us calling the other from berating the one not answering. A phone call usually goes like this:
*Dials family member
*Rings
* Goes to voicemail
*Hang up (because you know they won't listen to it, so you might as well save your breath)
"For crying out loud, ______!!! Answer your phone!!! Why don't you keep it closer to you? Did you forget to turn the ringer back on after church? Why do you bother paying a cell phone bill if you're not going to bother to answer your phone?!"
*Wait a few minutes and try again
In all fairness we don't usually say all of those lines, it's usually only one or two of those lines and then we're done. Now, if we've called more than once and they still haven't answered, most likely we will hurl all of these lines off in one long diatribe! And, whenever the other person does answer the phone we let them know about it.
However, we cannot be too self righteous, because throwing stones when you live in a glass house is very dangerous.
Before I get berated by my family for any inaccuracies, I must say that my 2 brothers and my Hubs are not included in this. Oh sure, they do the ribbing, but they almost always answer their phones. So they are allowed to get by with a little more verbal abuse than others ;). The rest of us live under the bus they throw us under.... No point in getting out, because we'll just end up being thrown back under there the next time we miss a call.
This phone call-itis apparently is catching. It is not relegated to only blood family members. It's like as soon as you become a family member you automatically stop answering phone calls. Or maybe it's that your brain chooses to ignore the sound of the phone ringing? I really don't know, but there is something...
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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*Dials family member
*Rings
* Goes to voicemail
*Hang up (because you know they won't listen to it, so you might as well save your breath)
"For crying out loud, ______!!! Answer your phone!!! Why don't you keep it closer to you? Did you forget to turn the ringer back on after church? Why do you bother paying a cell phone bill if you're not going to bother to answer your phone?!"
*Wait a few minutes and try again
In all fairness we don't usually say all of those lines, it's usually only one or two of those lines and then we're done. Now, if we've called more than once and they still haven't answered, most likely we will hurl all of these lines off in one long diatribe! And, whenever the other person does answer the phone we let them know about it.
However, we cannot be too self righteous, because throwing stones when you live in a glass house is very dangerous.
Before I get berated by my family for any inaccuracies, I must say that my 2 brothers and my Hubs are not included in this. Oh sure, they do the ribbing, but they almost always answer their phones. So they are allowed to get by with a little more verbal abuse than others ;). The rest of us live under the bus they throw us under.... No point in getting out, because we'll just end up being thrown back under there the next time we miss a call.
This phone call-itis apparently is catching. It is not relegated to only blood family members. It's like as soon as you become a family member you automatically stop answering phone calls. Or maybe it's that your brain chooses to ignore the sound of the phone ringing? I really don't know, but there is something...
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Monday, August 25, 2014
Longest Week Ever
I know I was trying to get back into the swing of things, but was it just me or did last week drag on FOREVER? (read "forever" in the voice of Squints from the movie The Sand Lot. And if you haven't seen the Sand Lot, go to the store, get it, watch it immediately. Don't worry, we'll all wait..... Back? Wasn't it a great movie?! Yeah, I love it too, thus the quote. Ok, stop distracting me! Back to last week.)
For real, it's like we lived half a school year in one week last week. It wasn't bad, just really hard to get adjusted to non summer, do whatever you feel like today, life.
Have a good day!
Ms. T
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For real, it's like we lived half a school year in one week last week. It wasn't bad, just really hard to get adjusted to non summer, do whatever you feel like today, life.
Have a good day!
Ms. T
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Friday, August 22, 2014
You Might Be A Mamma If...
You might be a Mamma if:
- You have ever knowingly carried someone else's poop around in your purse.
- You find a toy elephant on your sink in the bathroom in the middle of the night and don't think twice about it.
- It is not uncommon for someone to literally jump on you to wake you up in the morning shouting, "Mommy! I want to watch Mickey Mouse!!"
- You have ever sneaked into a closet/ pantry to eat chocolate.
- You have ever pretended to change your name for the day, because you're sooooo tired of hearing, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy... etc.
I know there are more of these that could be added, but I can't think of them right now. If you can think of them please, feel free to share them =).
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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- You have ever knowingly carried someone else's poop around in your purse.
- You find a toy elephant on your sink in the bathroom in the middle of the night and don't think twice about it.
- It is not uncommon for someone to literally jump on you to wake you up in the morning shouting, "Mommy! I want to watch Mickey Mouse!!"
- You have ever sneaked into a closet/ pantry to eat chocolate.
- You have ever pretended to change your name for the day, because you're sooooo tired of hearing, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy... etc.
I know there are more of these that could be added, but I can't think of them right now. If you can think of them please, feel free to share them =).
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
The First Day of School
Ok, so I know this post is a few days late, but the real first day was super chaotic. So we're going to pretend that I posted this on time. I'm wacky, join me in my funky world for one post. Then you can go back to being normal :).
Today is Firecracker's first day in Kindergarten. I can't believe my baby is 5 and headed off to school... I know he went to school last year, but that was preschool. It wasn't as big a deal to me. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't put that into words, it's too funky for even me to figure out, but trust me the feelings are true.
There were no tears today. Firecracker was excited. He even came into my room to get me. He was all excited saying, "Mommy! It's a SCHOOL DAY!!" I'm so glad he's happy about it. It'd be much more difficult if I had to force him to go.
Here are some pictures of my sweet baby boy ready to head into his first day of school.
Did you notice on the sign that Firecracker wants to be a wind surfer when he grows up? Such high aspirations.....
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Today is Firecracker's first day in Kindergarten. I can't believe my baby is 5 and headed off to school... I know he went to school last year, but that was preschool. It wasn't as big a deal to me. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't put that into words, it's too funky for even me to figure out, but trust me the feelings are true.
There were no tears today. Firecracker was excited. He even came into my room to get me. He was all excited saying, "Mommy! It's a SCHOOL DAY!!" I'm so glad he's happy about it. It'd be much more difficult if I had to force him to go.
Here are some pictures of my sweet baby boy ready to head into his first day of school.
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| Firecracker and his first day of school sign |
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| Excited about school! |
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| A new back pack is one of the best parts about school! |
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Friday, August 15, 2014
Carl
I had a random memory the other day, which I feel the need to share with you. When I was in college, I had a friend Mr. S. We were chatting one day, and I have no idea how, but it came up that I'd never been given a real nick name. Mr. S. was shocked by this. So he decided he was going to give me a nick name. And from then on to him I was Carl. He's so funny! Random memory over :)
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
The Fun Place
Recently, I was talking with a friend about my childhood home. Not the house itself, although we chatted about that later, but about the atmosphere of the home.
My parents had an open door policy for our home. Literally. We NEVER locked the back door of our home. The front door and the side doors were locked, but the back door was always unlocked. It was not unusual to come home and find a friend in our house because they needed something. If you needed anything: a place to sleep, a friendly conversation, dinner, or a shoulder to cry on our house was open to you.
We constantly had people in our home that were not "blood" relatives. But just because they weren't blood didn't mean we didn't love them and treat them like family. There are a few that to this day we still claim as family. (We just can't get rid of them! hahaha!)
Our house was always fun and full of surprises. Like having a food fight at the dinner table. Or informing whomever was there at the moment that they were going to play a game of boggle with us. Or just witty repartee (aka really, really corny jokes and puns). Also, my Mom is a major English lover. Therefore, if you stepped foot in our house you had to be prepared to use correct grammar or be corrected. This has always been a habit for all 4 of us kids, but apparently it bugs the mess out of people....
And I grew up thinking that was completely normal. Everybody has that type of home life right? As I've gotten older, I've realized this is the exception, not the rule. Most people don't walk into their home to find someone else there (unless it's a robbery, and that's not a GOOD surprise). Most people are surprised if someone shows up at your house unannounced just to chat for an hour or two.
It may have been an unusual home, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Now, looking back, I see just how blessed I am. Not only do I have parents that love me and are willing to do anything for me, but also they loved all who entered. There was no condemnation in our home. Our friends were always welcome and loved and often my friends became good friends with my Mom because she would take the time to chat with them and laugh with them.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I value my upbringing so much, and I want my children to have just as many good memories as I have. I hope to be the kind of parent that my parents are to me.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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My parents had an open door policy for our home. Literally. We NEVER locked the back door of our home. The front door and the side doors were locked, but the back door was always unlocked. It was not unusual to come home and find a friend in our house because they needed something. If you needed anything: a place to sleep, a friendly conversation, dinner, or a shoulder to cry on our house was open to you.
We constantly had people in our home that were not "blood" relatives. But just because they weren't blood didn't mean we didn't love them and treat them like family. There are a few that to this day we still claim as family. (We just can't get rid of them! hahaha!)
Our house was always fun and full of surprises. Like having a food fight at the dinner table. Or informing whomever was there at the moment that they were going to play a game of boggle with us. Or just witty repartee (aka really, really corny jokes and puns). Also, my Mom is a major English lover. Therefore, if you stepped foot in our house you had to be prepared to use correct grammar or be corrected. This has always been a habit for all 4 of us kids, but apparently it bugs the mess out of people....
And I grew up thinking that was completely normal. Everybody has that type of home life right? As I've gotten older, I've realized this is the exception, not the rule. Most people don't walk into their home to find someone else there (unless it's a robbery, and that's not a GOOD surprise). Most people are surprised if someone shows up at your house unannounced just to chat for an hour or two.
It may have been an unusual home, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Now, looking back, I see just how blessed I am. Not only do I have parents that love me and are willing to do anything for me, but also they loved all who entered. There was no condemnation in our home. Our friends were always welcome and loved and often my friends became good friends with my Mom because she would take the time to chat with them and laugh with them.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I value my upbringing so much, and I want my children to have just as many good memories as I have. I hope to be the kind of parent that my parents are to me.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Monday, August 11, 2014
Flip Flop Girl
I am a flip flop girl. I love them. I'm addicted. It has gotten to the point that when I wear any other kind of shoe my feet feel constrained and I can't wait til I can get back into my flops (as we lovingly refer to them).
I may need an intervention...
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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I may need an intervention...
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Ms. T
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Friday, August 8, 2014
Daddy's Shirts?
I wear the Hub's shirts often. I mostly wear them to sleep in. The Hubs laughs and says something like, "are those my shirts or yours?" or "get your own shirts!" I respond with something like, "why get my own when yours are right here? ;)"
The other day the Hubs was wearing one of his shirts and Sweet pea looked at him and said, "Daddy, why are you wearing Mommy's shirt?" The Hubs looked exasperated. And grinning at him I said, "yeah, why are you wearing MY shirt?"
Poor guy. I have more opportunities for wearing his shirts than he does. Such is the life of a worker bee.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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The other day the Hubs was wearing one of his shirts and Sweet pea looked at him and said, "Daddy, why are you wearing Mommy's shirt?" The Hubs looked exasperated. And grinning at him I said, "yeah, why are you wearing MY shirt?"
Poor guy. I have more opportunities for wearing his shirts than he does. Such is the life of a worker bee.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Wednesday, August 6, 2014
The Classics
There are sooooo many stupid shows on t.v. for kids now days (I sound so old when I say it like that! haha!). It's frustrating. Well, last night I decided to see if I could find some good 'ol cartoons for my munches. I went on you tube and found a bunch of old loony toons that included Bugs bunny, Daffy duck and Wile E. coyote: genius. (Yes, I know I'm a bad mom for letting my kids watch t.v. that isn't educational. )
The kids LOVED them. The classics never go out of style, baby!
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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The kids LOVED them. The classics never go out of style, baby!
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Monday, August 4, 2014
Broken
I know I have written about my depression and anxiety issues before. I am not seeking attention of any kind, but this blog is essentially about my life and all the weirdness that comes with it. Well, depression is part of my life. I'll understand if you don't want to read about it, but sometimes it helps me to write it out. If you wanna skip this and come back another day that's totally cool.
Saturday I had a really hard day and spent the majority of the day in bed. I thought maybe I'd be ok on Sunday, at least I hoped I would be. I was ok at first. We went into church and sat through the sermon and half way through I started streaming tears. The pastor had told a sad story, it made me think of a loved one that is now in Heaven. So I sat there in service balling like a baby.
I managed to pull myself together enough that we were able to go to Sunday school. After Sunday school I told the Hubs I really needed to go home. We were supposed to go to my Parent's house to celebrate their anniversary. I just couldn't go.
I was so upset with myself the whole way home. I know I'm broken. I feel like Humpty Dumpty. No amount of attempts to fix me will ever put me together again like I should be. Oh trust me, the meds help. I would be 1,000 times worse without my meds. And I thank the Lord for them constantly. However, I know that this isn't normal and I wish so much that I could be normal.
I often tell the Hubs that I'm sorry that I'm broken. He always replies, "it's not something you can control. I understand." (He is such a wonderful man. I dare you to find a man 1/2 as wonderful.)
I am on the verge of rambling. So I think I'm going to stop here.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Saturday I had a really hard day and spent the majority of the day in bed. I thought maybe I'd be ok on Sunday, at least I hoped I would be. I was ok at first. We went into church and sat through the sermon and half way through I started streaming tears. The pastor had told a sad story, it made me think of a loved one that is now in Heaven. So I sat there in service balling like a baby.
I managed to pull myself together enough that we were able to go to Sunday school. After Sunday school I told the Hubs I really needed to go home. We were supposed to go to my Parent's house to celebrate their anniversary. I just couldn't go.
I was so upset with myself the whole way home. I know I'm broken. I feel like Humpty Dumpty. No amount of attempts to fix me will ever put me together again like I should be. Oh trust me, the meds help. I would be 1,000 times worse without my meds. And I thank the Lord for them constantly. However, I know that this isn't normal and I wish so much that I could be normal.
I often tell the Hubs that I'm sorry that I'm broken. He always replies, "it's not something you can control. I understand." (He is such a wonderful man. I dare you to find a man 1/2 as wonderful.)
I am on the verge of rambling. So I think I'm going to stop here.
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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Friday, August 1, 2014
Love
Love has become something our society takes lightly. We hear people say things like, "I fell so deeply in love with them." Or, "one day we woke up and realized we had fallen out of love." I have heard these so often and just dismissed them as most everyone does anymore. But when you take a moment to stop and really think about it, it's a load of CRAP!
People, Love is not a feeling. Sure, when you start a new relationship you get all gooey inside when he says you look pretty, or he holds your hand, or having your first kiss (I have to speak from a girl's perspective here, because I'm a girl and I have NO IDEA what goes on in a guy's head). That stuff is fun and incredible and makes our girlie, little hearts go pitter pat. However, that is not love. That my darlings, is infatuation. Infatuation does go away. Those feelings become more dulled, because they are normal and comfortable. If you're lucky those feelings develop into something so sweet and precious you can't help but want to hold on with everything you have.
Love is being there when your husband (again speaking from the girl's perspective, because it's really the only one I can give) is puking at 3 am and trying to help him, while he lays on the bathroom floor telling you to leave him alone and let him die. (Not over dramatic at all...... ;) Love is keeping your mouth shut when you really, really, really want to tell him he's doing something wrong.
Love is being kind when your husband is grouchy. (Honestly, I think I get more grouchy than he does, so in this case he loves me waaaayyyyy more ;) It is embodied when you know your husband is hurting in some way and you know you can't fix it, all you can do is hug him and hold him and tell him that you love him.
These things take WORK. Love is not a feeling that you fall into and fall out of. Love is a choice! You choose to be kind, sweet, hold your tongue, not being annoyed because your husband didn't do something the minute you asked him to (he's not your kid, he doesn't have to "obey" right away...). I'm not gonna lie, there will be days when you wanna strangle your husband or your kids or whomever. It happens, but even on those days choose to love them. You don't have to trip over yourself to make grand gestures to them just love them any way you know how. (No, you can't love someone with throwing a chair at their face or anything like that ;)
Today choose to love those around you. Don't give up when it gets rough, because guess what? Life gets hard!
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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People, Love is not a feeling. Sure, when you start a new relationship you get all gooey inside when he says you look pretty, or he holds your hand, or having your first kiss (I have to speak from a girl's perspective here, because I'm a girl and I have NO IDEA what goes on in a guy's head). That stuff is fun and incredible and makes our girlie, little hearts go pitter pat. However, that is not love. That my darlings, is infatuation. Infatuation does go away. Those feelings become more dulled, because they are normal and comfortable. If you're lucky those feelings develop into something so sweet and precious you can't help but want to hold on with everything you have.
Love is being there when your husband (again speaking from the girl's perspective, because it's really the only one I can give) is puking at 3 am and trying to help him, while he lays on the bathroom floor telling you to leave him alone and let him die. (Not over dramatic at all...... ;) Love is keeping your mouth shut when you really, really, really want to tell him he's doing something wrong.
Love is being kind when your husband is grouchy. (Honestly, I think I get more grouchy than he does, so in this case he loves me waaaayyyyy more ;) It is embodied when you know your husband is hurting in some way and you know you can't fix it, all you can do is hug him and hold him and tell him that you love him.
These things take WORK. Love is not a feeling that you fall into and fall out of. Love is a choice! You choose to be kind, sweet, hold your tongue, not being annoyed because your husband didn't do something the minute you asked him to (he's not your kid, he doesn't have to "obey" right away...). I'm not gonna lie, there will be days when you wanna strangle your husband or your kids or whomever. It happens, but even on those days choose to love them. You don't have to trip over yourself to make grand gestures to them just love them any way you know how. (No, you can't love someone with throwing a chair at their face or anything like that ;)
Today choose to love those around you. Don't give up when it gets rough, because guess what? Life gets hard!
Have a great day!
Ms. T
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