How do you lick a cupcake without using a shovel?
That was the question posed to me this morning by Elijah. It cracked me up. I had no idea where it came from, but it turns out there was a game on pbskids.org that he had to somehow get behind the cupcake for something. I don't know. This was all at 6 AM when we were snuggled in bed.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Such a Funny Dream!
This may only be funny to those who know my dad or know the other people in my dream, but I had to post it.
I dreamed last night that my Dad was working at the church where I used to work. When Dan and I moved to MD for him to take a teaching job I worked at the church there. I liked working at the same building where Dan was, but I should have trusted my instinct and quit the church job the first week I was there. I was actually planning on doing that until they introduced me in church that Sunday as the new secretary. I felt it wouldn't be right to quit the next day so I stuck it out. Bad move. Oh well.
Anyway, in my dream it seemed I worked there again because I headed back there. The only problem was that Madelyn and I had been at the beach that morning so my hair was wet, like the slicked back kind of wet where I hadn't combed through it yet. Not only that, I was only half dressed. I hadn't put a bra on yet. My plan was to go in, put my stuff down at my desk and then head to the bathroom to finish getting myself together. I just wanted to at least get myself into work because I had been putting it off.
What happened is someone died who was associated with the church so I was going in to help with funeral preparations since it was going to be a pretty big deal for the church. Well, when I get in there with my wet hair and no bra look I find my dad sitting at a desk working there! My dad! If you don't know anything about my dad, picture a NY business man sitting at a desk working as a church secretary in an office with wood paneling ... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I was a bit surprised to say the least, and embarrassed because it was totally obvious I was blowing off work to be at the beach with my girl. And, I am really embarrassed because I am hoping they don't realize I am not wearing a bra. So, while all this is going on, what happens? Oh, a guy I know from high school walks in with his family. He had like 8 brothers and sisters who were all with him. So, of course I am glad to see him and greet them, but again I am hoping they don't notice the no bra thing.
They weren't there long so I walk them out. Well, on my way in someone stops me and tells me that the pastor asked them to ask me to put a bra on. Of course he did. They even had one for me in case I didn't have one with me. Ugh.
I got my hair brushed, finished dressing, went back downstairs and talked to my dad. I still could not believe he was working there. I didn't really know what to do because he was basically doing what I should be doing, the funeral program and the Sunday bulletin. The pastor was ready to leave for the final funeral prep and I bumped into him on the way out. He told me that my dad was doing a great job and really picking up computer programs quickly, etc. But, he added, Bill did say that he thinks sometimes he shows up to work with a little alcohol in his system. I said, "Well, that wouldn't surprise me." ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... oh, it just makes me laugh so hard.
And, honestly, looking back I think I should have shown up to work there with a little alcohol in my system. It definitely would have made the job seem more appealing.
I dreamed last night that my Dad was working at the church where I used to work. When Dan and I moved to MD for him to take a teaching job I worked at the church there. I liked working at the same building where Dan was, but I should have trusted my instinct and quit the church job the first week I was there. I was actually planning on doing that until they introduced me in church that Sunday as the new secretary. I felt it wouldn't be right to quit the next day so I stuck it out. Bad move. Oh well.
Anyway, in my dream it seemed I worked there again because I headed back there. The only problem was that Madelyn and I had been at the beach that morning so my hair was wet, like the slicked back kind of wet where I hadn't combed through it yet. Not only that, I was only half dressed. I hadn't put a bra on yet. My plan was to go in, put my stuff down at my desk and then head to the bathroom to finish getting myself together. I just wanted to at least get myself into work because I had been putting it off.
What happened is someone died who was associated with the church so I was going in to help with funeral preparations since it was going to be a pretty big deal for the church. Well, when I get in there with my wet hair and no bra look I find my dad sitting at a desk working there! My dad! If you don't know anything about my dad, picture a NY business man sitting at a desk working as a church secretary in an office with wood paneling ... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I was a bit surprised to say the least, and embarrassed because it was totally obvious I was blowing off work to be at the beach with my girl. And, I am really embarrassed because I am hoping they don't realize I am not wearing a bra. So, while all this is going on, what happens? Oh, a guy I know from high school walks in with his family. He had like 8 brothers and sisters who were all with him. So, of course I am glad to see him and greet them, but again I am hoping they don't notice the no bra thing.
They weren't there long so I walk them out. Well, on my way in someone stops me and tells me that the pastor asked them to ask me to put a bra on. Of course he did. They even had one for me in case I didn't have one with me. Ugh.
I got my hair brushed, finished dressing, went back downstairs and talked to my dad. I still could not believe he was working there. I didn't really know what to do because he was basically doing what I should be doing, the funeral program and the Sunday bulletin. The pastor was ready to leave for the final funeral prep and I bumped into him on the way out. He told me that my dad was doing a great job and really picking up computer programs quickly, etc. But, he added, Bill did say that he thinks sometimes he shows up to work with a little alcohol in his system. I said, "Well, that wouldn't surprise me." ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... oh, it just makes me laugh so hard.
And, honestly, looking back I think I should have shown up to work there with a little alcohol in my system. It definitely would have made the job seem more appealing.
Looking Forward to 2009
It only took a stomach bug (that about took my life - remember this is my blog), but I am now looking forward to a fresh start in the new year. I wasn't pre-stomach bug. Post-stomach bug, a different story. I have a new perspective on things.
For instance, as I was walking Daisy yesterday I was thinking that I don't want to see walking as a chore, but as a privilege. Even if it is freezing outside it is challenging and invigorating to get out in the cold. You just have to dress for it. This has been a wonderful lesson for me. It's been a long time coming too. I hated feeling like a slave to winter. I'm sure I still will to some degree because you are limited in the things you can do, but I'm not afraid to go out in the weather like I used to be. A lot of this thinking is in thanks to my sister Shannon for giving me an incredibly warm Columbia coat. It keeps my torso sooooo warm! I love it.
When you are cooped up in the house for days you are thankful for fresh air.
So, remind me of this lesson when I start to complain about winter.
Also, I am looking at a fresh start to weight loss (along with everyone else right), but the fact that I just got a 4 lb jump start on it helps (thank you stomach bug). I am doing WW again (they waived the $30 startup fee for me - yippee!) and so is a friend. We are going to help each other. So, I will be digging out some new recipes to try. It helps that Dan would like to lose some weight too. I don't need to be skinny. I just want to be at a healthier weight. I let myself get to the point where my normal clothes were too snug and I had to wear a cute hoody or something over my normal shirts to hide the extra poundage. That's never good.
I am learning some other things, but this post has become long enough, and I need to post about the dream I had about my dad last night. It was so funny!
For instance, as I was walking Daisy yesterday I was thinking that I don't want to see walking as a chore, but as a privilege. Even if it is freezing outside it is challenging and invigorating to get out in the cold. You just have to dress for it. This has been a wonderful lesson for me. It's been a long time coming too. I hated feeling like a slave to winter. I'm sure I still will to some degree because you are limited in the things you can do, but I'm not afraid to go out in the weather like I used to be. A lot of this thinking is in thanks to my sister Shannon for giving me an incredibly warm Columbia coat. It keeps my torso sooooo warm! I love it.
When you are cooped up in the house for days you are thankful for fresh air.
So, remind me of this lesson when I start to complain about winter.
Also, I am looking at a fresh start to weight loss (along with everyone else right), but the fact that I just got a 4 lb jump start on it helps (thank you stomach bug). I am doing WW again (they waived the $30 startup fee for me - yippee!) and so is a friend. We are going to help each other. So, I will be digging out some new recipes to try. It helps that Dan would like to lose some weight too. I don't need to be skinny. I just want to be at a healthier weight. I let myself get to the point where my normal clothes were too snug and I had to wear a cute hoody or something over my normal shirts to hide the extra poundage. That's never good.
I am learning some other things, but this post has become long enough, and I need to post about the dream I had about my dad last night. It was so funny!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Lord of the Flies
Well, we are on the mend. The children are adjusting to having supervision in their lives again. Elijah has now been fully dressed for two days instead of just wearing a pajama top with one sock and maybe underwear, hopefully underwear, but I was just too sick to keep track and remember seeing him without it at some point.
So, things are looking up. I was able to bathe the children last night, change and wash some sheets. I still felt sick so I had to take breaks, quite a few breaks, but I knew if I got certain things done I would just be able to rest better.
As I said in my last post, the kids were great while we were sick. I posted that, started to feel achey again, turned off my computer and waited for the tylenol to kick in, and then I heard it. Craziness. Dan and I were in the basement watching football or something. I don't really remember. I just remember hearing a lot of running and giggling upstairs, but it was the crazy kind of giggling where you know it is going to turn into crying eventually. The giggling soon made it's way down to the basement where the kids were then just running around in a circle in front of us. Yes, just running in a circle.
I finally had to tell them to head back upstairs. You know when you are so achey and nauseated that you can only handle so much noise and activity. So, they went back upstairs, did more running and crazy giggling, and eventually scaveged for food in the kitchen ... the poor children. I shivered my way out the door to walk Daisy, and made my way back up to Elijah's bed to try to warm up. The kids needed to go to bed, but I just couldn't wait until they finished whatever they were eating.
Dan eventually put them to bed and just explained to them that he couldn't read to them that night. They were both pretty tired and surprisingly I didn't hear anything more from them that night.
It's not easy being sick with young children to care for, but we all survived. Although, by last night after the marathon of bathing, changing sheets, and I had also made a run to the store for more gatorade I was ready to cry. I almost felt like I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
But, we watched a funny movie and things continued to look up.
After the movie Dan and I were talking and I had to remind him that he got a Garmin for Christmas. It seems like Christmas was just a distant memory, and it was only a week ago.
So, this is not exactly how we planned our Christmas break to end, but what can you do? These things happen and God provided for us. Even though Sandi probably won't want me to (for fear of germs) I want to hug her and thank her for providing the gatorade for us. I believe that saved our lives ... okay, I'm being ultra-dramatic now, but it is my blog. Therefore, I will stick to that. Sandi saved our lives on New Year's Day 2009. I may buy her flowers too. She deserves them. If not for saving our lives, then at least for mothering 6 boys! Yes, she definitely deserves some flowers.
Here's to starting 2009 4 lbs lighter and off to a great new eating plan (not really eating or wanting to eat at all)!
So, things are looking up. I was able to bathe the children last night, change and wash some sheets. I still felt sick so I had to take breaks, quite a few breaks, but I knew if I got certain things done I would just be able to rest better.
As I said in my last post, the kids were great while we were sick. I posted that, started to feel achey again, turned off my computer and waited for the tylenol to kick in, and then I heard it. Craziness. Dan and I were in the basement watching football or something. I don't really remember. I just remember hearing a lot of running and giggling upstairs, but it was the crazy kind of giggling where you know it is going to turn into crying eventually. The giggling soon made it's way down to the basement where the kids were then just running around in a circle in front of us. Yes, just running in a circle.
I finally had to tell them to head back upstairs. You know when you are so achey and nauseated that you can only handle so much noise and activity. So, they went back upstairs, did more running and crazy giggling, and eventually scaveged for food in the kitchen ... the poor children. I shivered my way out the door to walk Daisy, and made my way back up to Elijah's bed to try to warm up. The kids needed to go to bed, but I just couldn't wait until they finished whatever they were eating.
Dan eventually put them to bed and just explained to them that he couldn't read to them that night. They were both pretty tired and surprisingly I didn't hear anything more from them that night.
It's not easy being sick with young children to care for, but we all survived. Although, by last night after the marathon of bathing, changing sheets, and I had also made a run to the store for more gatorade I was ready to cry. I almost felt like I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
But, we watched a funny movie and things continued to look up.
After the movie Dan and I were talking and I had to remind him that he got a Garmin for Christmas. It seems like Christmas was just a distant memory, and it was only a week ago.
So, this is not exactly how we planned our Christmas break to end, but what can you do? These things happen and God provided for us. Even though Sandi probably won't want me to (for fear of germs) I want to hug her and thank her for providing the gatorade for us. I believe that saved our lives ... okay, I'm being ultra-dramatic now, but it is my blog. Therefore, I will stick to that. Sandi saved our lives on New Year's Day 2009. I may buy her flowers too. She deserves them. If not for saving our lives, then at least for mothering 6 boys! Yes, she definitely deserves some flowers.
Here's to starting 2009 4 lbs lighter and off to a great new eating plan (not really eating or wanting to eat at all)!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Oh Me Oh My
Well, I certainly hope your New Year's celebration turned out better than ours. I think even if you had to get 15 needles in your arm it still would have been better. Yup, I'm sticking by that statement.
Let's see where should I begin? ... Dan throwing up right before the ball dropping, canceling plans with friends (thank goodness for their sakes), spending the early morning hours in the bathroom waiting to puke while my cat chases his tail in the bath tub, hearing Dan moan and groan from downstairs because he had such a fever and just could not stop running to the bathroom to be sick ... hmm, tough call ... or, I could mention how by 2 pm we were both dehydrated and trying to move so we called our friend and neighbor Sandy so she could leave gatorade at our front door.
Dan and I were just so sick. He was in our bedroom on the first floor and I was in Elijah's room on the second floor so throughout the day we didn't really know how the other was doing until I would venture downstairs with all the strength I had to help Elijah with something and would call into him to see how he was doing.
Finally, at 2 pm when there just wasn't anything left in me I made my way downstairs to attempt a drink of water. I found Dan on the chair in the living room so I sat/laid on the couch and we shared our battle stories before calling for help.
I have to say our children were wonderful. Madelyn just went through this herself so she could understand what we were going through. She watched tv and movies today (I think). I don't even know what she has eaten today, or Elijah for that matter. Oh, well I know Elijah had a lot of yogurt today. When he wanted to get into bed with me around 6 am I told him I was sick and so was Papa. He said, "Okay, I won't lay ON you then." The closer he is to me the better his life is in general from his perspective. He then went downstairs and helped himself to yogurt.
When he made his way back upstairs eventually he informed me that he wanted a new set up for his train tracks. I had to explain to him that I was in no condition to be building trains. He asked me a few times along with asking me if I was still sick and if he could use the computer. He loves to play on the computer.
Madelyn was very helpful and sweet today. She got Dan ice and a wash cloth while he was struggling through his fever. Later she made Elijah peanut butter and jelly. Dan told her she was like a second mom today. She smiled and said she likes helping. Man, I love that girl.
Another fun tidbit about today is while I am "hanging out" in the bathroom I hear my cat throw up twice! Blech! Then Elijah comes in and says he threw up on the kitchen floor .... NOOOOOOO, but then he trotted out of the bathroom saying he felt fine so I did wonder. When I finally made it downstairs I saw that it was just a spit spot, almost like he coughed and that is what came out. I think he just wanted to fit in.
So, without getting into more details (I mean I can if you want me to), that was our new year. Dan actually said last night after he got sick that he thought it was an appropriate ending to 2008, not one of our easiest years. Of course, we thought that about 2007. Can 2009 be worse? I hope not.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! May you experience God's truths more than ever this year.
Let's see where should I begin? ... Dan throwing up right before the ball dropping, canceling plans with friends (thank goodness for their sakes), spending the early morning hours in the bathroom waiting to puke while my cat chases his tail in the bath tub, hearing Dan moan and groan from downstairs because he had such a fever and just could not stop running to the bathroom to be sick ... hmm, tough call ... or, I could mention how by 2 pm we were both dehydrated and trying to move so we called our friend and neighbor Sandy so she could leave gatorade at our front door.
Dan and I were just so sick. He was in our bedroom on the first floor and I was in Elijah's room on the second floor so throughout the day we didn't really know how the other was doing until I would venture downstairs with all the strength I had to help Elijah with something and would call into him to see how he was doing.
Finally, at 2 pm when there just wasn't anything left in me I made my way downstairs to attempt a drink of water. I found Dan on the chair in the living room so I sat/laid on the couch and we shared our battle stories before calling for help.
I have to say our children were wonderful. Madelyn just went through this herself so she could understand what we were going through. She watched tv and movies today (I think). I don't even know what she has eaten today, or Elijah for that matter. Oh, well I know Elijah had a lot of yogurt today. When he wanted to get into bed with me around 6 am I told him I was sick and so was Papa. He said, "Okay, I won't lay ON you then." The closer he is to me the better his life is in general from his perspective. He then went downstairs and helped himself to yogurt.
When he made his way back upstairs eventually he informed me that he wanted a new set up for his train tracks. I had to explain to him that I was in no condition to be building trains. He asked me a few times along with asking me if I was still sick and if he could use the computer. He loves to play on the computer.
Madelyn was very helpful and sweet today. She got Dan ice and a wash cloth while he was struggling through his fever. Later she made Elijah peanut butter and jelly. Dan told her she was like a second mom today. She smiled and said she likes helping. Man, I love that girl.
Another fun tidbit about today is while I am "hanging out" in the bathroom I hear my cat throw up twice! Blech! Then Elijah comes in and says he threw up on the kitchen floor .... NOOOOOOO, but then he trotted out of the bathroom saying he felt fine so I did wonder. When I finally made it downstairs I saw that it was just a spit spot, almost like he coughed and that is what came out. I think he just wanted to fit in.
So, without getting into more details (I mean I can if you want me to), that was our new year. Dan actually said last night after he got sick that he thought it was an appropriate ending to 2008, not one of our easiest years. Of course, we thought that about 2007. Can 2009 be worse? I hope not.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! May you experience God's truths more than ever this year.
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