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June 19, 2006

Better late than never?

A hideous illness took down all the female members of our family on Saturday, and while the girls bounced back quickly, I'm making a slow recovery.

The good news is that Rex didn't get puked on on Father's Day.

The bad news is that that was probably the highlight of his day.

I haven't even had the time or energy to write about what a great father he is. And he is fantastic. Just this weekend, he got puked on more times than any one person should, while I rested in bed. He cleaned up mess after mess, did a metric ton of laundry and soothed freaked out kiddos. He never complained.

He's great under pressure, but he's also great day-to-day. He's kind, patient, silly and sweet.

Seeing my husband with our kids makes me fall just a little bit more in love with him every day. Happy Father's Day, Babe!

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June 13, 2006

NASCAR savant

I was impressed, although not surprised, when Jamie Shouted, "Lowe's!" as we passed a Lowe's delivery truck on the road.

I was impressed AND surprised when she followed that with, "Jimmy Johnson drives the Lowe's racecar."

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June 8, 2006

Hooked on Phonics works for me!

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June 7, 2006

One day she'll say it to the wrong person, and CPS will come collect the kids

The kids love pony rides.

I mean, sure, they love them on real horses, but they also like that thing where you cross your legs and they sit on your foot and you bounce them. Katie likes riding so much, she'll even do the bouncing for you.

I was sitting on the floor with my knees pulled up talking to Rex, and Katie came over, grabbed my knee and started bouncing. I laughingly commented to Rex that it looked like the baby was humping my leg, since, well, she was.

As usual, Jamie wanted what the baby wanted. "Let's do some of that baby humping!"

Hmm. Let's not.

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Another one bites the dust

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June 6, 2006

6.6.06

I don't know why the devil would take such an interest in ruining *my* children and *my* day.

First, there's the sleep thing. It took me an hour to get Katie to sleep, and the nap lasted less than 45 minutes. Not nearly long enough. There's no way a second nap is going to happen. I'm just praying I get to sleep tonight. Jamie didn't nap, either. Judging by the whiny ass bitch she's become this afternoon, she should have. More on the whiny ass bitch part to follow.

We decided to make a second try at the splash pad, this time with dinner out after. We went and asked the neighbor if she wanted to join us again, she couldn't make it because the mom had some mosquito collector coming over for samples. No biggie. We come back home to change and pack a little bag. Jamie couldn't fucking take her fucking shirt off by her fucking self or fucking ask for help without fucking crying about it. So, yeah, we ended up staying home. Ruined my fucking day, not to mention what should have been a fun trip out for all of us. I got the kitchen vacuumed and the dishes washed and dinner started instead. More on the dinner part to follow.

Jamie spent the next 30 minutes or so on the couch moping. (MOPE MOPE MOPE!) I got dinner set up and then we went outside for a while until I had to come in to actually cook dinner. Cornbread, fried zucchini and baked ravioli. Except the ravioli was still ice cold in the center by the time everything else was ready. I nuked some hot dogs. Katie scarfed the zucchini, liked the cornbread, and ate almost half a hot dog once I got the first bite into her mouth. Jamie sucked down her hot dog, liked the cornbread, and told me she didn't want the zucchini and could she have something "good." This is the kid that will a) eat anything and b) has always eaten zucchini. She's even making the appropriate gagging faces and sounds. Lovely.

Christ. She finally finished it, 15 minutes after I gave her 5 more minutes. You know how people chew and chew and chew on a piece of gristle, and it never gets smaller so you can swallow it? That's what she's trying to do with the damn squash.

As soon as she's done with the cornbread I told her she could have, we're going back outside. It will be harder for me to catch her to beat her out there.

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The evening was mostly better. I distracted myself by calling my dad and letting the kids play in the swamp that the sandbox has become. Then we dumped the mosquito breeding ground the pool turned into, hosed off a bit and headed inside.

The kids ran wild and obnoxious while I finished talking. Then we called Rex back to say goodnight. Just as Rex and I were getting off the phone, Katie lost her balance and put her first set of teeth prints in the windowsill. Luckily she got away with just a little cut on her lip.

This is definately a wine night.

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Unintentional beaver prints

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June 5, 2006

Loooooser!

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Ice Princess

The little one is obsessed with ice.

Jamie and Katie both love to eat ice, but now Katie knows where it comes from. She'll stand under the counter and squeak for her cup, and then go over to the fridge and squeak until you get her the ice. Then she wanders around the house until her cup gets empty.

Last night, I had to stop refilling the cup so we could put Jamie to bed. She screamed bloody murder for maybe 10 minutes. She did the same thing every time I wouldn't refill her cup today. On the one hand, at least she's getting some fluid, since she won't drink from a sippy for shit. And it keeps her occupied. Very occupied. On the other hand, I'm wearing a path to the fridge trying to keep her in ice chips, and it's grating to hear the screams every time I have to put a stop to the ice for a while.

Not to mention all the little cold wet spots around the house from dropped ice chips.

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June 3, 2006

Embezzlement and a sex scandal

I think one of the delinquent kids at the party last weekend opened Jamie's piggy bank.

I don't have any proof, and it's possible Jamie opened the bank, although her inability to dress and undress her dolls without 30 minutes of crying (her) and cajoling (me) has planted a large seed of doubt in my mind. I'd be surprised if the boy who was caught offering $.39 to one of the girls at the party to take her clothes off wasn't at the very least present, if not the culprit. I'm not sure if the fact that the kids were 5 and 4 makes the whole situation more or less sordid.

So which do I hide for the next party, the piggy bank, or my daughters?

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It might as well be my heart she's holding

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June 2, 2006

Our view is already changing

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I never thought buying bulk hamburger would be so funny

Jamie asked me what I was planning to do with my "big chub." There's something so wrong about that phrase coming out of the mouth of a three year old!

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June 1, 2006

Most of our problems would be solved if she'd go back to not talking

Jamie has issues minding her own business. I've been telling her to not worry about what her sister is doing, that I'll take care of her. Today, I get, "She's over by the tv. She's about to push a button. You should tell her no."

I guess I've gotten through to her on the MYOB part (sort of). Now we need to go back to Stop Telling Me What To Do.

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