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Candy on the Floor

Posted: March 18, 2016 in blog, family, funny, kids, Uncategorized
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Today, while waiting on hubby in the auto parts store, Little L spied the candy machine. One had skittles and the other gum. I looked for a quarter in my purse, but didn’t have one. I told her this and the guy that was waiting on hubby slid a quarter across the counter. I said thanks and went to the candy machine. The skittles rolled out of the slot so fast that I dropped 4 of them. I told Oldest to pick them up, but before anyone could move, L had scooped 2 of them up and popped them into her mouth. Hubby and I just shook our heads and he told the guy behind the counter, that she would eat anything off the floor. He laughed and said, “Good thing I just swept over there.”

When it comes to candy, I don’t think it would have mattered! πŸ˜‰

 

 

Oldest had to go to the Library on Wednesday to find a book to read for her Literature class. About 2 times a year, they give her a list of books that she can pick from. The hardest part is finding one that our local library actually has on its shelf and not have to wait for it to be shipped from another location. I wasn’t going to take Little L, but hubby talked me into it. Saying that the more she goes, the better she will get about the whole thing. Which makes since, so the 3 of us loaded up and got out of here around 11:30. On the way, we have to pass the park. Little L starts talking about the park and how she wants to go. I told her the last time we went, which was sometime ago, she wasn’t very nice when it came time to leave. She kept asking me if we could go and I told her that if she was especially good in the library I would stop on the way home.

We got inside and made our way to the kid section while Oldest got her book she picked out. There were a few kids already there so it made it easy for L to stay. I went over to the nearest shelf which has the beginning reader books and right off the bat, found 3 books that I knew she would like. She came over to me and seen one of the books, a Monsters Inc. book, she said “You got me monsters!” I said “Yes, and look what else, 2 Wally Kazaam books.” She was really excited and carried them over to the seat to look at them. I was beaming at this point, giving myself silent high fives. I heard Little L pretending to read from one of the books. When I looked up she had a couple of the kids looking at her like she was really reading them. I thought this was super cute and went back to looking. She got up and left her books on the chair and started to play. One of the kids got up and picked up the stack and and yelled at his mom who was sitting on the side on her laptop. “Hey mom, are these mine?” I looked at her in horror, when she said, “no honey, they aren’t unless you…” I cut her off, “So sorry, those are my daughters, she carried them over there.” She said OK but she gave me the look. You know the “Geeze lady it is just a book” look, but dammit, I want those and my kid wants those. So bring on the looks lady I don’t care!

I found her several more and went to sit down while I waited on Oldest to get back from looking. I let L play for a while longer. She was doing really good and I didn’t want to try to drag her out. When there was only one child left I asked if she was ready to head to the park? She said and yes and bolted for the door. Oldest ran to catch up, luckily I had already checked the books out.

We got to the park and there were lots of kids. She played for the most part by herself, running from slide to slide. There was one girl that asked her if she wanted to play but it was more, watch what I am doing, but stay next to me. L watched quietly, while the girl scooped sand into a cup. We were there for about 45 minutes, when I told her that we needed to get ready to head on home. She said ok and wanted to go down the slide one more time. Well, that one more time, turned into 25 mores times, or so it seemed. She would not slow down and it was getting to where I was afraid she was going to fall and hurt herself from acting so darn silly. There was another mom there with her daughter and she smiled at me, but I felt the need to explain why my kid wasn’t listening to me. “She is the hardest kid to get to leave.” I said. She just kept on smiling. Oldest had come over and was trying to reason with L but she wasn’t listening to either one of us. When she came down the slide and headed back up the steps, we ambushed her, to put it mildly, and I picked her up and carried her kicking and screaming to the car.

For the most part the day went well. We will have to see when she gets to go back to the park. I would love to take her a few times a week, the more she goes, the better it will be. But right now I feel like I am kid napping my own child every time we leave! πŸ™‚

 

Feeling Old

Posted: March 2, 2016 in blog, family, funny, kids, toddlers, Uncategorized
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The cashier at the grocery store was talking to me about Little L. She made the comment that L had a lot of energy and she must keep us busy. I said she was definitely a handful. Then she asked if she my daughter. “Yes, they are both mine,” I stated. “Oh, she said. “I thought maybe the little one was your granddaughter.”

Wow! Feeling way old now. Thanks lady!

 

 

vacation

 

when you dream that you are on vacation, and in this dream you put your kids and mom (Grandma) at one hotel and you and hubby go to a different hotel. πŸ™‚

 

Only the good

Posted: January 19, 2016 in blog, family, Uncategorized
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This is something I have been wanting to share. I have been putting it off, because it is very hard for me to write let alone think about. Even after all these years…

I don’t like the month of January. I think I have said that before. But there is a really great reason. 18 years ago, on this day, I had to say goodbye to my older brother and watch as they put him into the ground. He was only 33 and had pancreatic cancer. He was omitted into the hospital the day after Christmas and never got to leave.

S was a pretty special person. Everyone liked him, and he made friends wherever we were. But S was different then me. He had Down Syndrome. He was 7 years older, the middle child, and even though I was younger, I always felt like he was the “baby” in the family. He got pretty much whatever he wanted, and yes, we had our brother/sister spats, but we loved each other very much.

He went to a special school and was treated pretty normally. He got to ride the bus, to and from and like I said, everyone loved him. He was really easy going. He loved music. His favorite was Michael Jackson. From the time he got home till dinner time, you could find him jamming out, volume cranked. When I was learning how to drive, he would go with our mom and me on rides. He thought it was pretty great that sissy was driving. He would ask mom when he would be able to drive. She would say one day you will, and he would smile really big.

When he was in his twenty’s he switched over to another learning center, where he went everyday and got paid for doing small jobs. He also had classes, like art and dance. They performed musicals around the city and he was usually one of the ones that got to be upfront. His last one was Grease, and he loved doing all the dance numbers.

The day they told my mom it was cancer, they said he would never walk again. He would be in a wheel chair, because there was a tumor pressing on his spine. She started making arrangements to buy a wheelchair andΒ  went out and bought him a new bed. At first they had hopes and even made him go through chemo. But it was too hard on him and they stopped. I got home about 3 days before he passed. It was the hardest thing I ever had to witness. To see him like that.

The last night, in the room, our dad was talking to him and S kept reaching up to the ceiling of the room. My dad asked him what he was doing, but he just kept smiling and reaching out. My dad put his hand up and told him that there was nothing there. I rode home with him in silence because mom stayed. The doctor’s had told her that he wasn’t going to make it through the night.

Later on, I read that when people are dying they see angels. The angels are circling them and getting ready to take them home. I believe S was seeing angels that night.

It is true what they say, only the good die young.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

 

 

The Run Around

Posted: January 15, 2016 in blog, family, kids, parenting, toddlers, Uncategorized
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My Little L has been giving me a run around lately. Every other night, she gets a bath. Every other night she cries and carries on while I am trying to wash her hair and body. After it is over, she plays calmly in the water, till I say lets get out. That brings on another emotional outburst or she just out right ignores me. I finally get her out and if I am quick I can get the towel wrapped around her. But she is tricky, and she will take off running out the door and through the house. One time, her feet was still wet and she hit the tile floor in the living room and fell right on her rump. I laughed. It did slow her down, that night. After I get her somewhat dried off, I tell her to get onto the bed. Same routine every other night. She decides it is “climb on the bed, stand up, run around, and sit her happy little naked butt right on my pillow.” I tell her to get off, that it isn’t nice. She ignores again. I tell her that she is going to be in trouble. Still nothing. I get mad, lose my cool. Start yelling. Which she thinks is funny. She will then stand up, run around the bed, do some flips if she can. Then if daddy is in the house, he will come in and she still won’t listen. She thinks he will play with her. He tries to help me put on the diaper. She kicks and screams cause daddy is holding her. I will get the diaper on her and then her clothes. As long as he sits beside her. If he gets up, she is right back to acting like a crazy wild animal that just get into your house and can’t get out.

Then after all the “fun” we just had, she will calmly go into the other room and play or watch something on my tablet until bed time.Β  Just like she is right now. πŸ™‚

Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers and readers! I can’t believe it is already the third day into January and this is my first post of the New Year.Β  This year has actually started out slow. New Years Eve we watched some of the Rockin New Years Eve show on t.v. Oldest was only interested in a couple of bands that were playing, so we didn’t watch the whole thing. At midnight we watched the ball drop and we brought in the year with a kiss. About 15 minutes later, I pooped out and went to bed.

Oldest has been enjoying her late nights and sleeping in. She has stayed up well past 1 a.m.just about every night. But unfortunately they are coming to an end, back to school for her on Tuesday. Even though she gets to stay at home, she has a required 9 a.m. class that day for math that she has to set in on.

Oldest and Little L are both over that rotten cold she picked up before break started. We went up to the library on Thursday, the first trip out for Little L since before Christmas. Afterwards, I doused both their hands with antibacterial hand gel, before we left the parking lot. Then once we were home, I made them wash in warm soapy water. Just can’t take any chances.

Hubby has had me baking for the past two days. He wanted me to make the casserole dish I made for Christmas again and he also put in an order for home made coffee cake. I found an easy recipe through Pinterest and it turned out really well. So well that it is gone. He does like his food. I love to cook for him, but this month I am going to start back on working out. I would like to work on losing more weight before spring comes back around. It is not really a resolution, I never make them at the beginning of the new year, but it is something I am going to set my mind to and hopefully do it.

Here’s to a wonderful, exciting, and happy 2016!

Thanks for reading! πŸ™‚

 

I can’t believe Christmas has come and gone. It just seems to go by quicker every year. I know the kids don’t feel it, but we grown ups sure do. I remember being a teenager, wanting Christmas to come, but feeling rather sad and depressed once it was over and knowing that cold,Β  January was right around the corner.

Well, Christmas eve was going pretty good, until about 8 p.m. when hubby and Oldest ran out the door to do some last minute shopping. He is always that wait till the last minute kind of guy. Little L got really cranky and was throwing a fit while I was trying to get her teeth brushed and ready for bed. She was extremely tired from being sick and you know it always gets worse at night. We argued and fussed at each other til the other two came home. Then she went to bed. I had to get the presents under the tree and the stockings put together. Which would not have taken long, if L didn’t wake up every 5 to 10 minutes coughing. Everytime I thought she was finally asleep, she woke up crying and coughing. This went on for about 2 hours. Finally around 11:30 she got really quiet and hubby and I got the presents under the tree. I stayed up well past my bedtime, we watched some t.v. and I downloaded this app on my phone that took a picture of your room and then placed Santa putting out presents. I played with that awhile and enjoyed the quiet. L slept pretty peacefully through the rest of the night and was ready to go Christmas morning.

It took a little over an hour for all the presents to be unwrapped. All that hard work, just in a big shredded pile on the floor. But the kids had fun and we did too, watching them rip through the paper. L would bring daddy the present, he would read it, then she would take it to who it belonged to. After that, I made a Cheesy Potato Breakfast Casserole for brunch that hubby just raved about. The neighbors came over to bring the kids some candy and he even made them try it out. They liked it so much, she called me the next day to get the recipe.

I made him his big Christmas dinner with turkey breast, home made baked macaroni and cheese, sweet potato casserole, corn on the cob, and hot rolls. He had seconds on that and was thoroughly stuffed. But he made room for the cheesecake that Oldest and he wanted, for dessert.

All in all it was a great Christmas. I was exhausted after 2 days of standing in the kitchen, but it was well worth it. Little L is on the mend from her cold. She isn’t coughing as much and I can tell she is in better spirits. Oldest still has a week left of her Christmas break, and I have to take the time before it is over and get this house back in order. It is always fun putting out the decorations, but taking them down and putting them away is a whole other story.

Happy Monday all! πŸ™‚

Follow me on Pinterest to get the recipes for the Cheesy Potato Breakfast Casserole and the yummy Baked Mac and Cheese I made.

 

It has been a crazy day. I have been baking for a few hours. Not much, just some fudge and cookies. But I have been trying to do other things in between the taking out and putting in of the goodies. Daddy let Oldest put some presents under the tree earlier. I thought we were going to wait till tonight like we usually do, but he said it was ok. Last night we got in a bit of a tiff over letting the girls open up a present on Christmas eve. It is the same argument every year. He says that when he was a kid, they waited till Christmas morning.Β  When I was a kid, we opened one up on Christmas eve. Just one. I remember one year she didn’t open anything until Christmas morning, because he threw such a fuss over it. I always pick out a special something for them to open,Β  usually pajamas. Last year, they opened one early and he didn’t get upset. After going to bed mad at each other, and I didn’t make him his big breakfast that he likes, he told me while the kids were putting out the presents, that they could open one tonight.

When I wrapped Little L’s presents, I put the name tags on them as I went, like any normal person. When I wrapped the ones for Oldest a few days later, I was going to do the name tags later. Today, while putting out a couple of things for her I was going to write the name tags. There was a big box and a small box. For the life of me I couldn’t think of what was in the small box. I looked at it, shook it, felt around on the box. Nothing was coming to me. Good thing I made a list. I had to look at it to remember. My memory is definitely gone, I tell ya.

I few more things to get done and that’s it. Just waiting on the jolly man in red to come visit. Even though Little L is sick she is still excited. After we set out the presents, she wanted to start opening them. But she is being good and left them alone when we told her we had to wait.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas Eve and a very Merry Christmas!! πŸ™‚

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christmasbelieve

This was written last year around this time, and for the life of me I do not know why I didn’t post it. Read on…

My Oldest has always believed in Santa. She also believes that a fairy comes into her room and leaves money for her teeth, and that their is a big furry rabbit that scampers about at Easter, hiding eggs all about the house. You may think that she is too old for this. I might say I agree…atleast about the fairy and rabbit. But without believing in them, it may be hard for her to believe that there really is a Santa Claus. While we were painting on our crafts, she got to talking about Santa. “Mommy, some say that there really is no Santa Claus. Is that true?” I kept painting and said, “Well, they must not believe in him. If you believe, then he is real.” She was quiet for a moment then said, “OK, pinky swear that he is real.” We wrapped our pinkies together and I said, “As long as you believe honey, then there is a Santa.” She was quite happy with that and went back to her painting.

My hubby and my mom have both said that she knows that he isn’t real. I told them they are wrong. 1. Why would she bother to write a letter. 2. See above conversation.

She will catch on sooner or later. Maybe there is a tiny part of her that knows, deep down, that there isn’t a big guy in a red suit coming into your house and leaving those wonderful, expensive presents behind. But for right now, I am happy that she still wants to believe in him, ya know. And hopefully when that day comes, she won’t ruin it for her little sister, who is just finding out about this magical, wonderful time of year. πŸ™‚

Things have changed this year. Oldest did figure it out. I am rather relieved that she did. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the charade now that she is getting older. Now she can help me play Santa for her sister and so far, she is really enjoying it.