Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Recap

Let's see...

Two weeks ago, Medium had a nasty ear infection.

Last week, the sinus infection I felt brewing in the background at Medium's doctor's appointment sent me to the doctor.

Three weeks ago, we made the humane decision to put down our family's minivan and trade it in on a new vehicle. With the sobering realization that whatever car we purchase now will likely be the vehicle we're teaching kids to drive on in six years, we bought a 2011 Nissan Altima. I'm not looking forward to car payments again after two years without them.

Weather has been crazy here. We've had more two-hour delays due to wind chills than we had last year by this time, and we've had a couple of snow days. Storms get our way and sort of fizzle out. (Unlike my poor friends and relations in the Boston area, who are still trying to dig out, bless 'em.)

Since my stress level is lower than it's been in the last 15 months, I'm taking on editing work again. Feels a bit like riding a rather weird bike to jump back in like this.

Two weeks ago, I heard from Ms. Sciuto that Bro will not be filing any further appeals, and that she was pulling together paperwork for the adoption and would let us know when to come in and sign stuff. We're down to just waiting for a court date.

We still have some legal bills, so if any of you are feeling generous and would like to help us with our last bit of legal expenses, the link to our GoFundMe page is in the sidebar. Or right here. We still have about $150 that we need to come up with. Thanks!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Body Art

Yesterday, I noticed something odd as Small Fry's shirt rode up her belly.

Rule #2, people.
What in the world?

She explained she'd done this with the dry erase marker from my grocery list whiteboard.

I called her back over so I could take this picture. She tearfully begged me to not show the picture to Daddy, because she didn't want to get in trouble. I promised not to show him (which I didn't). I was pretty sure he'd see it soon enough.

And then I promptly forgot about it.

Until bath time tonight, which Hubby was supervising.

I remembered when I heard him shout.

The conversation went something like this:

Hubby: What is that?

Small Fry: A person.

Hubby: How'd it get there?

Small: Marker.

Hubby: From where?

Small: Downstairs.

That's about when he gave up and decided that he should follow Rule #2 and just finish her bath.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Rule #2...

Medium Fry: Mommy, I pretended to marry Kimo! And then I kissed him right on the lips!

Me: Oh yeah?

Medium: And for our honeymoon, we kissed again!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Overheard From The Kitchen

Hubby: Oops. I made a mistake.

Medium: I'll eat it.

*****

Large: Are you going to make what I'm talking about?

Hubby: No, because I have no idea what you're talking about.

Large: Why not?

Hubby: Because I don't understand your mind. It's scary in there.

*****

Small: You have weird children!

Hubby: Uh-huh. Yes. I do.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Late Breaking News: A Short Photo Essay

Kimo does not like snow.
"What fresh hell is THIS?"

Nope, do not like the way this wet white stuff feels on my toes.

For the love of Pete, let me back in!

Conversations

I have a borderline migraine, so I've been laying low all day.

This was complicated by the fact that we got four inches of snow today, and so the kids were sent home early when only half that amount had fallen.

Large came home saying that she had felt carsick on the bus. No surprise there. The bus was probably warm, the skies were gray, it was snowing, and she doesn't sit in the very first row of the bus. I told her to go rest for awhile before starting on her homework.

Hubby came home and promptly went out to snowblow the driveway and sidewalks.

I dragged myself out of the nice, dark den and into the kitchen to hunt down ideas for dinner so Hubby wouldn't have to when he came in. I found a couple boxes of Hamburger Helper-type stuff and started that.

Medium came into the kitchen to see what I was doing.

And then the inquisition began.

Medium: Mommy, is there such a person as Mother Nature?

I thought for a moment.

Me: Well, yes and no.

Medium: What does that mean?

Me: No, Mother Nature isn't a person. But that's how a lot of people talk about the changing seasons and weather and stuff like that.

Medium [boisterously]: It should be Father Nature, since God is our father! He made everything, so that's why it should be Father Nature!

Me [groaning inwardly]: Actually, people talk about Mother Nature and Father Time.

Medium [apparently sensing that further inquisition will not go over well]: Oh. Well, I'm not going to ask about that because it would be annoying.

Me: Not annoying, honey. But my head hurts a lot, and it would be too hard for me to explain it right now.

Medium: You know what I like best about us?

Me: What?

Medium: We're annoying!