A Whole Lot Of Nothing… February 29, 2008

The boys are sitting on the floor behind me playing the guitars (don’t tell The Pilot). Herbie is wearing his goggles and Bigweld is singing “teddy bear music”. I’m at the desk contemplating the importance of a truly clean house. What happens if I don’t make the beds today? Will life as we know it seize to exist? I think not. I think that making the same beds everyday borders on insanity, and I’m so close to losing my mind completely that I don’t think I should risk it today.

The Pilot left for a 4 day trip yesterday. I am already missing him (and all of the help). We started out this morning (before my caffeine) with the 3 yr whine. This time it was about gray socks and “Shauna shoes” (not sure what these are, but they were in high demand).

I keep recounting the hours trying to determine when my parents will breathe in the humidity of Sri Lanka. Will they recognize it? Will it feel like “home”? Some have expressed concerns over the civil war being fought. It is the same war that sent us state-side in 1982. I don’t have a response to those concerns. I just know that when the desire of your heart is finally satisfied, you simply trust in God and GO!

Bon Voyage! February 28, 2008

We left home when I was eight years old. I haven’t been back.

This morning, my parents are leaving for a 33 day trip to the home of my childhood- SriLanka. If I wasn’t so excited for them I would be paralyzed by jealousy.

They are under strict orders to record EVERY sight, scent, and sound. I want to hear EVERY detail…

What A Night February 18, 2008

Violet has a very large, very hairy stuffed dog that sleeps on her bed. In fact, it is so large that it reduces her queen-sized bed down to a twin.

The kids all went to bed at 7 o’clock last night. I was bundled up in my favorite blanket in front of the TV by 7:04. I was all set to spend the evening knitting (my new obsession). The best laid plans…

At around 9:07, I heard a cough. The kind of cough you really want to ignore, and so I did. Then another cough, two spits, and an “ugh”. I finished the row I was knitting, thinking it was one of the boys, and went out into the hall. I was surprised to see Violet out of bed. I thought she needed to blow her nose until I flipped the light on, and then I saw IT!

I’ll spare the details of how a banana, a fried burrito, and a turkey sandwich look once they’ve been expelled from an almost 7 year olds’ mouth. The floor was covered. The princess tent was covered. The bedding was covered. And, the big hairy dog was covered.

I considered hauling the dog out to the trash when I realized that it would never fit into the can. So I put him in the shower and hosed him off. He is still there. I wonder how long it takes for a rather large, rather hairy, rather stuffed dog to dry…

I’ve learned my lesson: Never wait for the second “cough”; stop knitting mid-row and get the dog out quick.

Happy Birthday, Mom! February 16, 2008

My mom’s birthday is on the 14th. We were able to celebrate with her on the 15th. We had a lovely time “shopping” in Mayberry and enjoyed a wonderful sour cream lemon pound cake.

Splish Splash February 16, 2008

Tub-time seems to be our solution to the need for alone time. It’s as if the boys need to be singletons now and then, and really, who can blame them?

Love Is… February 14, 2008

…Seeing my husband through my kids’ eyes…

What?!?! February 10, 2008

The Pilot found this and showed it to Violet. She laughed and laughed but failed to see the irony. As I’ve mentioned before, irony is lost on the very young. Tomorrow, I’m changing my name and not telling anyone.

I Think He Might Be Reading My Mind February 9, 2008

Bigweld, in a perfected whine: “Mommy? I want to be somewhere ALONE”

I have never heard my singleton say this. Is it a twin thought? A boy thought? A mommy thought?

Sometimes I Try To Be All Crafty… February 8, 2008

…And This Is What Happens (after I get the bleeding under control):

Baby Blankets and Burp Cloths- all made from scrap material.

Thanks for Asking February 8, 2008

Quite a few people have asked about Herbie’s health. He seems to be doing well. He has complained a few times about his feet and legs but then “hunts Tiger Kitty”. When we were out in the snow last week, he fell and did not get right up. I inhaled the entire field of snow and screamed at The Pilot. THEN and only then, did Herbie cry. I suspect he would have been fine had I not over-reacted been an amazing mama bear been so concerned for his well being. His last blood test still showed an elevated sed rate. We are scheduled for another test in June. Until then, we’re I’m trying to remain calm.