I know, I know, we all say it... But it's true...
Seems like I just brought this thingy dingy home from the hospital...
Seems like only last week that I was so frustrated with the sleepless nights and the endless messes. Cleaning high chairs and bottles and butts...
I would swear she was just learning to walk. And she was just up to my knee.
It's hard to imagine that years ago she celebrated a different birthday with the seals at Grandma's Aquarium.
And now look at Itty Bit....
6 Years old. How the heck did that happen???
Every year, I feel the same... like I turned around and they grew up.
Though this time I fear the only thing that grew was her hair.
This morning she informed me, as we walked to the bus stop, "Mom, 6 year olds don't hold their mother's hand." I'm sorry to inform you, Itty Bit, but you will always be my baby, and I will always hold your hand.
Could you do Mommy a favor, and slow down a little?
Happy Birthday Itty Bit.
I wrote a post over on Real World Venus vs. Mars , with Tysdaddy, yesterday. In it I mentioned that my kids are not allowed to watch certain TV programs, Sponge Bob being one of them. Everyone seemed to be curious as to why. I can imagine, the world being as obsessed with Sponge Bob as they are, that this puzzles some people.
There are actually a lot of characters I don't allow in my house. Bratz, Hello Kitty, Yo Gabba Gabba... Sponge Bob got added to the list a few years ago.
Hubby was sitting watching TV with DQ one sunny afternoon. Sponge Bob was on. No problem right? Well the show had a disturbing twist. See Sponge Bob and some other character thought they had accidentally killed someone. They dealt with this by trying to bury the character. That was the topic of the show. Trying to bury the "dead" guy. Turns out he wasn't really dead. I guess in the writers mind, that made it all right. My husband, on the other hand, did not find it even remotely entertaining. My husband saw all the corrupt morals of the show not to mention the crime of conspiring to cover up a death. Needless to say he was livid, and THAT was the end of Sponge Bob.
I had to agree with him. I never liked the show to begin with. I never saw any good morals or education in it. So I had no hard feelings when it was cut out of our list of acceptable TV.
As for the other shows... I refuse to pay into any character who encourages kids to act... well... Bratty. I get enough of that, I don't need any help. Hello Kitty brings about images of nearly grown women at raves carrying Hello kitty clutches and what not. And Yo Gabba Gabba.... Come on? Could there be a more irritating show on television? It makes me cringe. I can't justify having this fruit loop piped into my living room...!
Yesterday was my birthday... Thanks to everyone for the well wishes.
I was kind of bummed out, because everyone was gone. My mom brought me banana bread, which I ate for lunch. She didn't stay long though. Which was OK, because I have been working in the studio lately, and I can't do that if I have company. But she gave me birthday money, which I will promptly use at Joann's!
So I spent most of yesterday with my ear buds in, sewing up a storm. I developed a couple of new patterns. A kindle sleeve, an Iphone/Ipod holder, a stick MP3 player case, and a tea-to-go pouch. Expect to see these and the patterns for them in my etsy shop soon.
I didn't do dishes, or vacuum, or laundry. I played, which was nice.
Then we went to the store. I looked for printable fabric sheets while Sexy Papa, and the girls wandered elsewhere. When we met back up, DQ informed me that Sexy Papa was going to get me a camera for my birthday. I had asked for a new toaster, because ours is old, and I can't get it clean anymore. But she heard me tell my Mom how I really needed a new camera for the business. And that I would give DQ the old one if I got a new one. Well, DQ told Papa about this wish. They went off and looked for cameras.
Then he decided that I should pick the one I want, as he knows nothing about cameras. So this is what I picked.
But of course, when we went to get it from the case, they were out. My second choice was out of stock too. So I will wait for this one. Cuz it's awesome!!! And not even that expensive. Now I can't wait.
So happy birthday to me, this is much better than cake!
I... am not a complicated woman. I don't ask for much in life. But in order to maintain my sanity, I need a little peace and quiet, at least once in a while.
Itty Bit was sick last week. As in, she was sick Mon, Tues, Wed and Thursday. So she was home with me. Kirsten and Brian left on Tuesday. So Wed wasn't so bad. Just me and Itty Bit. Thursday, the kids had a half day. Which meant I had my 2 plus the extra 2 I watch when they have no school. Friday and Monday were scheduled teacher work days, so they would have no school. I was going crazy enough, just thinking about a house full of kids on those days...
But it started snowing early Sat. morning. And it kept snowing all day. Which was OK, because it was the weekend. And they were off Monday so no big deal. Sexy Papa couldn't make it to work on Monday, but he did try. Monday evening, the school system called with the automated "There will be no school tomorrow" message. OK, so they are out on Tuesday too. I understand, the roads were still sheets of ice.
It warmed up slightly, and started raining Tuesday afternoon. That was good, because it would melt the rest of what was on the ground, and things would get back to normal on Wed. I had hope, until the School called again to say there would be no school on Wed either. This, I just could not understand. By Tuesday evening, I was loosing my patience. Stuck in the house with bickering kids, 12 hours a day.
Yesterday was absolutely no fun. I felt horrible all day. I had a migraine and no Motrin. And.. I had 4 kids, who were wound to the core, bored and fighting. The novelty of "Snow Days" had long worn off. I spent the day trying to keep them from beating the crap out of each other. Someone said something like "I hope we don't have to go to school tomorrow" To which I answered, "If you guys don't go to school tomorrow, I may be forced to jump off of a bridge."
Around dinner time, the phone rang. It was the School System, again. The kids have been out of school for so long, that they called to tell us to send our kids to school Thursday. Oh thank to Gods above. After I hung up, I threatened anyone who dared to be sick, with bodily harm.
Well, it's 6am, Thursday morning. Time to get those girls up and ready for school. Then... for the rest of the day, I am not doing a damn thing. Yay for school!!!
