Monday, January 28, 2008

Recipe for success!

Let's see. Here's what it took:
22 lbs of pork shoulder
20 hours cooking/preparing said pork shoulder
9 packages hamburger buns
4 lbs fresh veggies
12 cans beans
2 monster bags of potato chips
3 boxes cake mix
4 different cake/cupcake pans
2 tubs icing
assorted sprinkles
80 each: plates, cups, napkins, forks
8 hours spent making annual slideshow
36 of our closest family and friends

The Result: (A raging success)

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

the epitome of exciting

Last night we were watching fly fishing. On TV. Yep, the epitome of exciting.

Now, I don't really enjoy (or spend time) fishing. But I'm quite sure that watching it on TV is considerably less exciting.

It was a very clear sign to me that hubby is seriously missing ESPN. *grin*

Saturday, January 19, 2008

choices, choices

Mine kept me up until 3 this morning. No, not a kid, a book. Yep, that's right, I read until 3am. It was lovely. I could hardly stand to put the book down even then but the thought of taking care of four children all day made me decide enough was enough.

Today, I'm paying for it.

Is it naptime yet?

p.s. I've heard that the act of eating an apple can be better at keeping you awake than caffeine. I'm not sure if I believe it. So far, I've had two apples today. I'm not sleeping yet, so maybe there is some truth to it. I still wish I were in bed.....

Thursday, January 17, 2008

for Christmas....

Over the weekend, we were at my aunt's house at a family baby shower for my cousin and his wife. My sisters helped B get her lunch, so she was sitting at a table with them. K and I were sitting at the other table when I heard some laughing. My sister filled me in on what was going on--B said that we were getting a baby at our house for Christmas. That she was thinking the baby should come on Christmas Eve. As my sister was telling me this, B was looking quite excited about it and then piped in, "yes, Mommy, a baby from your tummy!" As opposed to the doll variety of baby, you know. We must not be confused on what the princess B wants!

I felt obligated to reassure everyone that there was no news that B was trying to enlighten them on. NO, we are not pregnant. :)

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

In shock

Known to my family as friends as my "baby page" are several message boards of ladies whose friendship I hold very near and dear to my heart. Some of them I've been with since we found out we were pregnant with B, 4 1/2 years now. My other one is for moms of babies born in Aug 2006. These are women that I go to for advice, support and most of all friendship. This morning, I got onto my Aug 06 baby page to have some unbelievable, sad, shocking news greet me. One of these mommies that I'd been posting with for 2 years now was killed by her husband. Here's the article. It's so sad and senseless. This mommy leaves behind three precious little girls.

Say an extra prayer for those little girls, would you?

more Heard at our House...

In the bathtub tonight:

(chattering away to her sister, her toys, or this time, to a bottle filled with water.)

B: Hello, I'm Dr. Phil. How are you?

*pause while she's nodding her head*

B: Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I'm Dr. Phil B*****.

*then more random chatter interspersed with Dr. Phil this and Dr. Phil that.

Mommy: B, where did you hear about Dr. Phil?

B: On Sesame Street. Remember, he was telling those people that it was his show?

(Maybe I should watch Sesame Street a little more often.) :)

Then, while I was washing the girls' hair.

B: Mommy, do you like my new baby? (Talking about K.)

Mommy: Yes, B, I love your new baby.

B: I was borned with her at the hospital because she was breech and we can't have breech babies at the birthing center.

Mommy: OH, so can you tell me what breech means?

*long pause*

B: It's when a baby is confused. Yes, I think so.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Heard at our house tonight....

While sitting at the dinner table.

B: Daddy, I forgot to go potty before dinner.

Daddy: Do you need to go?

B: Yes, please.

D: OK, be quick.

(3-4 minutes later.)
D: B, come on, let's hustle.

B: I have some poops, it's gonna take a couple minutes like Daddy.