Not me Monday

I didn't spend my weekend pretending to do laundry by washing it, folding it on the bed and putting it back in the laundry basket.

I didn't use the power outage as a chance to sit around and read a book while hubby cleaned the backyard.

I didn't leave a kitchen full of dishes piling up because I left pots soaking for 2 days.

I didn't hide all the scissors because I was tired of picking up little slivers of paper that Princess leaves all over.

I don't dread hard boiling eggs to hide and dye for Easter. I don't have visions of dye and eggs everywhere.

I'm in love...

with little soft, fine, downy, baby hair. Doorbuster has the softest, nicest little hair around the back & sides of his head. They are just so soft, and so baby-ish. He has a few long hairs that float around on top of his head, right by his little swirly. He has not yet put the energy into growing much hair onto the top part of his head. Sometimes in the sunlight you can see little fine light hairs just barely starting to grow. I just love rubbing the back of his little baby hairs.

My other two boys were born with heads full of hair. If they were girls, you could of braided their hair and put little bows on them. But, they were boys who, even when dressed in blue, were always mistaken for girls. I remember teaching my step-daughter to just tell people thank you when they said, "what a pretty little girl". It didn't matter if they thought he was a girl, we weren't going to see them again.

Princess, on the other hand, started out with a bit of hair, enough to see it but not enough to put bows on. Then, I don't think she grew any hair until after her 1st birthday. She has the perfect little boy hair in all her first birthday pictures. I was hoping with the other two having heads full of hair, that she would too. But, nope!

I guess my body is just done making babies with hair because Doorbuster got the least of it! He was also the one I had the worse heartburn with. I know its an old wives tale, but I had heartburn with all 4, and all had some hair. Just some were gifted with more hair then the others.

Wordless Wednesday

Daffodils remind me to be thankful for my husband, and for cancer research.

Catchup, Ketchup

A few things I've been neglecting to blog about:

1) Hubby and I are stuck at a standstill on our weight loss bet. He hasn't lost anything and has just stayed the same. I bounce back and forth between 128 & 130. I'm sure if I pushed myself I could loose a bit more, but I lack the desire to.

2) Dear workwife, I could care less if you're pissed off. You're essentially dating a married guy. Yes, if you're going to spend time with him, you ARE going to have to deal with a pissed off wife on occasion. I don't care if you think you're awesome because you make sure he doesn't spend lots of money gambling when you guys go out together. That doesn't make things better. Maybe you could baby sit so he and I could go out on a date (oh wait, I wouldn't trust you with them. sorry). You're doing me a terrific favor by throwing your tissy fit and not talking to him. I owe you.

3) To my children- we have a old-new rule in the house. You must pick up after yourself. I could care less about how messy your room is when I can shut the door and not look at it. But you can't mess up your room, the hallway to your room, the bathroom, the stairs, and then keep spreading into my downstairs domain. I didn't know toys could procreate. I don't dump out all of the trains and train tracks because I don't want to pick them up. If you don't want to pick them up yourself, don't dump them out!

4) Toys being in the bathroom is just disgusting and they will be thrown away.

5) Is putting signs on your house really tacky? If I put a big sign above the kid's toilet that said PLEASE FLUSH, would that be horrible? How about NO FOOD UPSTAIRS by the stairs? Would I be seen as being completely annal?

Now that all that is out of the way, I'm going to put some energy into doing something productive, like cleaning my house since we are going to Vegas in a few weeks. I don't want to come home to a messy house.

Not me Monday

It wasn't me who snapped on Thursday and texted the work wife if she was going to take my hubby on a date or let him come home to his family. I'd never be so bold.

It wasn't me who should of used my Sunday productively, but instead spent most of the day playing warcraft while staring at the washing machine and dryer, wishing they would wash themselves.

It isn't me who is typing this in their pajamas because they neglected to do laundry yesterday.

It wasn't me who has fallen asleep early this whole weekend. I even missed Desperate Housewives :( But it's not me who's been sleeping badly and waking up all night.

It wasn't me who forgot to send the kids with money for missionary month the last two Sundays. I need to remember this coming Sunday for sure!

Talking Thursdays

Write a post including five photos--captions optional--that show something about you.



I love riding the fast/scary/dropping rides, and I'm glad I have kids who like to ride them too.



I LOVE LOVE to eat my hubby's carne asada. It's marinated, it's grilled, its juicy. Mmmmmmm.




I love making the holidays special for my kids, and following the same traditions every year.



I love teaching my kids and seeing them finally get things. Also doing crazy things together and seeing if they work. We were looking at whatever random stuff we found on the kitchen floor in this one and trying to guess what it was. The prepared slides only do so much.



Disneyland. I could sleep at Disneyland.

The poop heard round the living room!

Doorbuster exploded.

Well, his poop exploded.

I'm holding my little guy, reading him the news like I do every morning, and I here a big toot. A slightly bubbly toot, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Then I feel something warm and wet on my leg. I was afraid to look. When I did I saw poop. Poop on my leg (not just my leg, my freshly washed, out of the shower, new clean clothes on, leg). Poop on my chair. Poop dripping off the chair onto the floor.

So best I could, I picked him up and tried to keep the poop contained to my leg. I only have one green shirt and want to keep my green for St. Patty's Day. I grab a paper towel to stop the poop from dripping on the floor and go upstairs to change my clothes, the diaper, and at this point, probably all of Doorbusters clothes.

Of course, its the day I put him in a cute little short and shirt outfit. A brand new outfit.

I laid him down on the bed and inspected the damage. There wasn't a speck of poop on his clothes! None on the back, none on the shirt, none on the legs. It must of flew out the back of that diaper so hard it missed him and got me.

Ewww.

So here's him in his cute outfit.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

It wasn't me who posted a Talking Thursday on Friday, and completely did think it was Thursday when I posed it.

It wasn't me who had to spend the morning scraping gum out of clothes and the washing machine because hubby left gum in his pocket. I have tons of time to check 6 sets of pockets every time I do laundry.

It wasn't me who slacked completely this weekend and ate a lot of fast food and frozen food.

Books on CD!

Books on CD are awesome! I think from now on, every time I get books the kids need to read, I am definitely getting them on CD, or recording them onto CD myself. We've been listening to Story of the World in the car when we go places. As soon as it comes on, they get quiet and listen. I repeat the chapters to make sure it sticks in their brains. At least I hope it is.

It's a nice history book, and is presented in easy to listen to stories. At it makes for quiet car rides! I'm glad I picked it out, and glad our library had the books to look at before we spent the money on them.

Like I said, picking out curriculum is hard!

When two become.....two in one house

My mom is getting married soon (2nd time around). Want to know the weird part...I'll be married longer then my mom is when she gets married. That just makes me giggle. She and her fiance are moving into her house. His sold and he has to be out by the 23rd of this month. My mom is a pack rat and he is a neat freak (from what I've heard/remember).

It took us 4 hours to do her bathroom. Her bathroom!

So when my house is a tad on the messy, cluttered side, you'll know where I get it from! I'm flying blind in this housekeeping thing.

I should of thought ahead to this day and got one of those cleaning shows to come out and help. Or I should of gotten what not to wear to take her off to New York and we could throw everything out while she wasn't looking.

Her best friend is over helping, and I'm hoping she will make liberal use of the costco sized bottle of Vodka to help loosen the getting rid of feelings. Note- that's getting rid of, not unloading things for me to take home. Because they don't make it from the car to the house, they usually go from the car to the dumpster. I've been well taught this from my grandpa, I appreciate that he thought of me while he was cleaning his pantry...I don't appreciate 3 years expired seasonings.

But that's ok, I don't mind. At least they are out of whatever place they were in.

Duh!

Maybe I should check my calender more....today is FRIDAY. LOL!

It's Thursday!!!!!

Anything! This Talkin' Thursday will be all about discovering each other's blogs and sharing some comment love. Stop by and link up any post from your blog, then comment and say hi on as many blogs on the link list that you can. :)

Hmmmm. What post do I like the most? Not really any of them.

My favorite blog to read right now is a toss up between Confessions of a Young Married Couple and The Common Room. I used to read Emily at under 1000 a month, but she deleted her blog. I liked hers just because it was soooo different. If I did the things she did, my husband would probably leave. We do need to have (some) appearance of normal when people come over. We're already the odd-ball homeschoolers.

We also will not be joining in the Kefir crazy, whatever on earth Kefir is. I'll buy soda on sale if we want soda. I do refuse to buy Kool-aid. Kool-aid is not frugal. You just make up the savings in dental bills. I know we probably make up the soda cost in dental bills too, but Mommy and Daddy need to stay sane and awake.

If you haven't read the series 35 kids and 4 moms that Common Room, Life in a shoe, and two other people I can't remember are doing, it's really good. Especially when Common Room points out that she isn't perfect and not a morning person. I was starting to think I was doing something horribly wrong because we don't pop out of bed and start our schoolwork, and have set mealtimes, and a perfectly clean house, and a perfect schedule. We have what simply works for us, especially with so many little ones who need my attention. Or referee skills.

Furlough Days

I'd like to thank whoever came up with furlough days for the lovely day yesterday.

Yes, not getting paid a day of work sucks. Luckily, some budgeting and coupon cutting can handle that part of the deal. It's very nice to have a extra day with my hubby to do things as a family.

Maybe if everyone who has any sort of furlough day would take that day and spend it with their family, the world would be a bit better. At least, your children will be happy to spend time with you. They'll have memories of spending time with their parents. You could even take some time and volunteer in their classroom, if they go to school, or spend some time teaching them something they enjoy. I know I may sound all world peace-ish, but sometimes its good to slow down and appreciate what you do have.

After all, the treasures you may accumulate on earth wont be taken to heaven with you. But if you spend time with your family, that will last forever.

Poop!

It's always been known that breastfed baby poop smells better then formula fed baby poop. My son smells like glue when he poops. It's like sniffing white school glue most of the day. In church he pooped up the back of his diaper. The next day he pooped through his clothes and onto my white nice dressy shirt. I've tried different diapers and it just causes more poop to come out in different directions.

Doorbuster makes his opinion known on if he likes his outfit or not. If its from Children's place, he poops through the diaper onto the clothes within 10 minutes of me putting it on. I thought the outfits were cute, but he sees it differently. Or I must just put them on when its a poop day- but this child doesn't poop once every few days. He poops multiple times a day.

Just goes to show that child #4 still will find ways to surprise you, when you thought you saw it all after 3!

Homeschooling & Curriculum

Picking Curriculum is HARD. Some things sound good on paper and when you actually attempt them, it doesn't work out.

I picked a math curriculum, Shiller Math. Was THRILLED at first with how great it was. I wanted to teach in a Montessori type way, and this was Montessori type stuff. Needless to say, my wants take a back seat to what actually works. This does not work for us. I have too many little ones that I have to stand over and supervise that it just doesn't work. My kids have no urge to explore the problems or to play with the manipulatives. Unless lining up all the 100 squares and driving lego cars over them counts as school work. Not to mention all the dominios & ones cubes that are all over the house. They like to play with them...aka strew them ALL over the house until the majority of them are lost. And why does a kindergartner need to know greater then or equal to? OR how to add and subtract roman numerals?

Which I guess works out when you can't find 10 cubes to do your schoolwork with!

So I switched to Saxon math. We have yet to get this but I have high hopes it will work out. At least it seems like portions of it they do independently. I have learned in my house, its best to teach one and set them up with what they need to do, then get the next started. It's saner for me to have them be able to do some things on their own, rather then picking curriculum that has no independent work.

Of course, we may get this program and after a few months find that it doesn't work for us. At least I know people who have used it, so it shouldn't be too bad. Or you may find me returning it and getting something else.

As a parent you always 2nd guess whatever it is you do. Picking Curriculum is just one more thing to obsess over. It sure helps to hear what other parents have picked and what worked for them. And WHY it worked for them is an important part!