Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Evening News

Notice anything about this picture?
(besides the fact that he likes to drink like a hamster)

 
He's wearing underpants!
Really. He is. All the time now.
Part of me believed this day might never come. 
I pictured him asking his middle school teachers 
if he could go to the bathroom to change his diaper. 

I'm a little surprised at how happy it makes me feel. 
I never thought I would tear up with thanksgiving after peeling my bare feet from his bodily fluids dried on the floor by the toilet.
I never thought I would clap in the Wal-mart check-out line when he yelled Mommy, I need ta pee!

Silas is happy too.
He's filled with pride and encouragement. 
He also regularly moons me and asks Mommy, see my shuga buns?

And let's not forget Mash.
This is what every picture of her looks nowadays. 
Because she's walking! 



Homegirl is on the move. She sure is a spunky little lady.

That's all for now. Thanks for watching and goodnight.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Conversations with a 3 Year Old

Today I pulled into our driveway and Silas said Mommy whas a miwacle? I told a story about Jesus healing a sick person and tried my best to put it into his language. My excitement grew as I explained how awesome miracles are and he caught my enthusiasm and started clapping at the end of the story.

I asked What do you think about that Silas? He thought for a few seconds and said     
Mommy I'm peein in my undapants.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Work Life

Some people say liking who you work with can make all the difference.
I LOVE doing laundry with her.  







 


She can come mess up my piles any day.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Father's Day Month

I would like to share some Brian stories in the coming weeks. He's my babies' daddy. And he's a good one. He's patient and he's a giver. He gets up if they have a bad dream. He plays with them like nobody's business.

The other day we were at Wal-mart and the kids were hungry. He went and got them goldfish crackers and a bottle of water. He made sure Mash got some of the loot, holding the water bottle for her to get a drink. Then she unleashed one of her greatest talents, backwashing. Brian watched as a whole goldfish floated its way back into the water. Funny, but no big deal, he will just fish it out with his finger right? Well, he couldn't get it out and there was so much water still to be drank. (drunk?, drinked?)

So he closed his eyes and took a big swig. The slobbery soggy goldfish came out and instantly disintegrated in his mouth. As he stood there gagging I slapped him on the bum for taking one for the team.

But even if he would have just dumped the goldfish and a little water into a trash can like a normal person I would still think he's stinkin' awesome.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Occasional Reality

One day I'll forget I had days like this. So I will write.

I took the kids to run errands.

First stop was Half-Price Books. Bear with me for a second because the following details are important. I got out the double stroller (no small feat - it weighs about 80 pounds), got Mash out, strapped her in. Unstrapped Silas as he pretended to be asleep and heaved his dead weight body out of the car. They waited and fussed in the hot sun while I took a small stack of books and movies to sell. I got the diaper bag and sippee cups locked and loaded. By the time I pushed the stroller across the parking lot while explaining to Silas how it would not be a good thing to get hit by a car, I was already out of breath and sweaty. I walked to the counter and set down my 5 items. I was excited to finally get them out of my car because they'd sat in the passenger seat for 2 weeks now. The employee walked over to me and sighed when I told him I wanted to sell these things. He said, it will take me about 30 minutes because I have to take care of all of these books first (pointing to the endless mountains of books behind him). I looked to my left and saw Silas checking out a rack of toys so I hastily said nevermind I will come back another time. What I should have said was the previous paragraph followed by WHY CAN'T YOU DO MY MEASLY 5 ITEMS FIRST? But I didn't think of it until I was standing in the hot sun loading all of the items back into the car.

Next stop was Kroger. Bear with me again. The original plan was to run into Kroger and grab some freshly made tortillas, organic fruit and yogurt. Then we were going to Wal-mart to get a big list of items that included vent filters and chlorine for the pool and groceries for the week. So I threw Mash into the front of the cart and told Silas he could walk if he obeyed. Then I made the fatal mistake of making a spontaneous decision. I saw vent filters out of the corner of my eye and thought I can just get everything I need here and skip the trip to Wal-mart! Awesome idea Angie. Except for the fact that you don't know where anything is in this store. And Madison isn't strapped in. And last but certainly not least, Silas is walking.

My stress level was at about a 7.5 as I walked down 10 aisles to find a can of chopped green chilies. Then 10 more aisles to find Natural Cheetos.

And now I will explain how a mother's stress level hits a 9. (I'm leaving 10 and 11 open because I'm confident my kids can top this). We finally get enough things on the list and I look at the mile long lines to check out. Then I see the self-checkout lines completely empty. I ignored the small voice telling me not to do it and listened to the one saying that Silas likes to help me check out and it will keep him occupied. So we began.

Silas took a can of beans and stared blankly at the screen when it didn't beep. It was nap time. I told him to move it around until it beeped. More blank stares. I helped him move it around. He screams, "I WANT TO DO IT!" Repeat this scenario for     every     single     item.

At the same time, Madison chews on my phone and throws it 15 feet away (she's got a good arm) while lovely patrons watch and bring it back to me. Then she chews on the contents of my wallet (carbon copies of checks, etc.) and throws them. Then she finds Silas' half full juice box and lets the sugary goodness run down her face and neck, soaking her shirt and pants. She chews on the straw, throws it. She gets the juice to squirt through the top like a whale clearing his blow hole.

I turn in circles dividing my attention between trying to hand Mash something to eat and keeping Silas from skipping the scanning part of the process and just throwing groceries into sacks.

The machine is screaming at me, "Please remove the unscanned items from the bagging area." Madison is letting out a warrior cry as she stands up and tries to leap from the basket. I catch her as she leans over. Repeat this scenario at least 5 times.

Silas walks away from the bagging area and I start scanning like a mad woman trying to get it done before something else falls apart. There is a 5 second window of quiet. Then I look behind me. Silas has pushed the basket as hard as he can and Madison is standing up, surfing the rolling basket toward the customer service counter 20 feet away.

Fire is shooting out of my ears as I yell at Silas and put him in the basket.

I have so many groceries that they are starting to stack up on every square inch of the scanner station because it won't let you take off a sack until you are completely through. I can hear everyone's thoughts "why on earth would you use the self-checkout for THAT many groceries?" It's starting to look like a mountain range. Every time I try to sneak a bag off into the basket the computer lady yells, "Please return items to the bagging area." Sweat is squirting out of my face as I call it's bluff and it tells on me. "An attendant has been notified and will be with you shortly." The teenage boy looks annoyed as he helps the machine calm down. I choose the skip bagging button after that and start throwing things in the basket.

Silas is repeatedly screaming, and that is an understatement, "MOMMY TALK TO MEEEEEEEEE!!" with crocodile tears coming down his face. I try to ignore everything and just finish. His pleas pull on the heartstrings of everyone around and people are staring.

Then I put the bags in the basket with Silas underneath and him screaming about how the pineapple is hurting him! I rolled away telling Silas in a deep hushed tone that he is getting a huge spanking when we got to the car for pushing the cart and screaming the whole time. He says loudly for all of the gawkers to hear, Mommy what's a huge spankin?

Oh, you're about to find out.

Thankfully, we had a long walk to the car and during that time me and Jesus convinced myself not to beat him senseless. He ended up getting a normal spanking. The trip ended with a victory.

We sang Prince on the way home and I laughed and tried to take in some deep breaths before it was time to unload groceries, nurse, change poopie diapers, break up fights over toys, feed the hog, pay the bills, etc.

Kroger caught a picture of me on their security camera.