I tell my boys fairy tales.
They aren't the fairy tales that anyone has ever heard of before.
And since they love stories and attention I get to make every day regular stories into fairytales that my boys LOVE.
This week I think I'll share those fairytales with you as I share them with my boys, It'll give you insght into the way my brain works, or it'll help you decide just how strange I really am.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Lessons in Mommyhood.
Today I learned that when my child was throwing an outrageous tantrum on our way into the library for story time that when I tell him we are going to leave and go home I better back up my threat.
How's that for a run-on sentance.
We were headed into the library and Rowdy had on a hat and wanted a different hat, then I got that one for him but he wanted a different on.
Why the hell do I have so many hats in my car? I know right.
Well I was getting pretty fed up. So was he.
He started his ultimate tantrum right by the door. Some old dude was watching me handle the situation without so much grace. I don't negotiate with toddlers, I'm the parent and the boss.
I told Rowdy if he didn't stop then we were going home.
He. Didn't. Stop.
We went home, he sobbed the whole way. It felt satisfactory, and it felt horrible, because he loves reading time so much.
However, he's been an angel ever since.
SOmetimes mommyhood sucks, because I needed to get out of the house as much as he did and I really didn't get to get out of the house.
Of course I was bummed but it's so so important for me to not be afraid of my children and let them know whats acceptable and not.
After all I'm the mom, not the cool aunt, or the best buddy. I'm the mom and I take my roll seriously.
The End.
How's that for a run-on sentance.
We were headed into the library and Rowdy had on a hat and wanted a different hat, then I got that one for him but he wanted a different on.
Why the hell do I have so many hats in my car? I know right.
Well I was getting pretty fed up. So was he.
He started his ultimate tantrum right by the door. Some old dude was watching me handle the situation without so much grace. I don't negotiate with toddlers, I'm the parent and the boss.
I told Rowdy if he didn't stop then we were going home.
He. Didn't. Stop.
We went home, he sobbed the whole way. It felt satisfactory, and it felt horrible, because he loves reading time so much.
However, he's been an angel ever since.
SOmetimes mommyhood sucks, because I needed to get out of the house as much as he did and I really didn't get to get out of the house.
Of course I was bummed but it's so so important for me to not be afraid of my children and let them know whats acceptable and not.
After all I'm the mom, not the cool aunt, or the best buddy. I'm the mom and I take my roll seriously.
The End.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Book Club.
Welcome to my online book club!
Well, more like my book review since I don't have aclub and I've already read these books. I'm just sharing my opinion.
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Thie book is definatley and adult book. Not for anyone under the age of 17 or maybe not for anyone who is not yet in college.
The first 50-ish pages were history and background and slow, it took a while to get through. After that the charachter development was awesome and sped up, it never did slow down, all the way to the end.
This book says a lot of curse words and has some very mature adult situations throughout. Not for the easily offended.
I had to put more effort into the first of this book than any other novel I usually read. But by the time I was done reading the book my investment was worth my time.
The Girl Who Played With Fire.
This book was so unlike the first, I already knew the charachters and since they had been so well developed in the first book, this book took off running. The entire book was intense and had mature situations, but not as hard core graphic as the first novel. However the language was pretty consistent and very present.
It was such a goooooood story.
So much better than the first.
I never got bored with the story it was good because the plot was constantly getting thicker and the suspense was super driving.
Can't wait to read the third, I'm starting it tonight.
These book club post will be something I've decided I'll keep doing for a while.
Well, more like my book review since I don't have aclub and I've already read these books. I'm just sharing my opinion.
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Thie book is definatley and adult book. Not for anyone under the age of 17 or maybe not for anyone who is not yet in college.
The first 50-ish pages were history and background and slow, it took a while to get through. After that the charachter development was awesome and sped up, it never did slow down, all the way to the end.
This book says a lot of curse words and has some very mature adult situations throughout. Not for the easily offended.
I had to put more effort into the first of this book than any other novel I usually read. But by the time I was done reading the book my investment was worth my time.
The Girl Who Played With Fire.
This book was so unlike the first, I already knew the charachters and since they had been so well developed in the first book, this book took off running. The entire book was intense and had mature situations, but not as hard core graphic as the first novel. However the language was pretty consistent and very present.
It was such a goooooood story.
So much better than the first.
I never got bored with the story it was good because the plot was constantly getting thicker and the suspense was super driving.
Can't wait to read the third, I'm starting it tonight.
These book club post will be something I've decided I'll keep doing for a while.
7 o'clock.
I'm so used to my own children who never get up earlier than 9 on a bad day.
That when I remembered I offered to watch my friends kids this morning at 7am, as they were knocking on my door. I was let's say asleep. I rarely have to get up at seven because well....it's just not necassary in my house.
I threw on my night shirt and hurried to the door since the dogs were barking and there's nothing worse than the thought of having four kids up at seven.
Yikes.
I'm especially tired since I stayed up till one finishing the book I've been reading.
I'm not sure how I used to get up at 5am no less than five days a week.
Needless to say 7 is not my favorite time of day.
That when I remembered I offered to watch my friends kids this morning at 7am, as they were knocking on my door. I was let's say asleep. I rarely have to get up at seven because well....it's just not necassary in my house.
I threw on my night shirt and hurried to the door since the dogs were barking and there's nothing worse than the thought of having four kids up at seven.
Yikes.
I'm especially tired since I stayed up till one finishing the book I've been reading.
I'm not sure how I used to get up at 5am no less than five days a week.
Needless to say 7 is not my favorite time of day.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Probably shouldn't have done that.
I ate six mini cupcakes in one sitting tonight while I sat on my duff in front of the tv.
So much for the no carbonation thing I'm trying.
I guess I'm just over loading with carbs.
Big. Fail.
So much for the no carbonation thing I'm trying.
I guess I'm just over loading with carbs.
Big. Fail.
Confessions
-I'm addicted to tv.
-Spending way to much time on facebook is usually a common occurence for me.
-I don't like perfect blogs that are only about perfect kids and perfect hubsters and perfect homes.
-I get into, like really into just about every book I read.
-A fresh coat of toenail polish does a lot for my psyche.
-I'm going on day 5 of my no-carbonation whatever. It's not a diet, it's just no carbonation.
-I've had an ipod for two years and I just learned how to use it. I spent $30 in one day on itunes. Oops.
-My dog Tally, sleeps on my bed. Every. Single. Night.
-Some things about motherhood are not natural for me. I have to try really hard to be very patient.
-I'm getting better but I'm pretty sure Rowdy will be on Dr. Phil when he's older, since he's my first baby and don't we make most our mistakes on the first baby....Right?
-I blow my nose in the shower. You should try it if you haven't
-I really need to finish SO MANY half finished projects, either that or stop thinking of new projects.
-Spending way to much time on facebook is usually a common occurence for me.
-I don't like perfect blogs that are only about perfect kids and perfect hubsters and perfect homes.
-I get into, like really into just about every book I read.
-A fresh coat of toenail polish does a lot for my psyche.
-I'm going on day 5 of my no-carbonation whatever. It's not a diet, it's just no carbonation.
-I've had an ipod for two years and I just learned how to use it. I spent $30 in one day on itunes. Oops.
-My dog Tally, sleeps on my bed. Every. Single. Night.
-Some things about motherhood are not natural for me. I have to try really hard to be very patient.
-I'm getting better but I'm pretty sure Rowdy will be on Dr. Phil when he's older, since he's my first baby and don't we make most our mistakes on the first baby....Right?
-I blow my nose in the shower. You should try it if you haven't
-I really need to finish SO MANY half finished projects, either that or stop thinking of new projects.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Busy work.
Yuck.
The hubster is hunting, which is good for his soul.
And Wyoming hunting is good for his mind.
He. Loves It.
I on the other hand am at home, I have one "dragn-dinsore" costume to make, and one Max costume to finish.
Call me crazy but I always feel slightly sad for the kids with store bought costumes. I guess it was because my mom was pretty top notch when it came halloween and we never got cheap pre-fab, mass produced costumes. Pictures will come later.
I also need to juice a bunch of grapes that I've got.
And I have a quilt top that has been nagging me.
I guess I just need to get my hind end in gear and make it happen.
Wish me luck.
The hubster is hunting, which is good for his soul.
And Wyoming hunting is good for his mind.
He. Loves It.
I on the other hand am at home, I have one "dragn-dinsore" costume to make, and one Max costume to finish.
Call me crazy but I always feel slightly sad for the kids with store bought costumes. I guess it was because my mom was pretty top notch when it came halloween and we never got cheap pre-fab, mass produced costumes. Pictures will come later.
I also need to juice a bunch of grapes that I've got.
And I have a quilt top that has been nagging me.
I guess I just need to get my hind end in gear and make it happen.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tally
She has earned my respect.
Rowdy loves playing "cowboy" which means he likes to rope, and nothing is spared when it comes to his roping. Tally is no exception. She has a rope around her neck all day long. And when she is tired of walking with Rowdy she just stops walking and she gets drug till she decides to be a sport.
She goes in and sleeps on his bed till he is asleep, then she'll come on our bed and be the hubster's foot warmer for the rest of the night.
Dewey likes to lay down on her belly and rub the soft fur on her chest. He'll fall asleep with her every once in a while and it just about brings me to tears.
The hubster is under her spell, she'll be in his lap and he'l have been rubbing her ears or back for an hour before he even notices she's there.
And as for me, I can't lie, I'm pretty sure I love her the most. She is my best girl. She comes in the bathroom when I shower for a little steam facial. She is my shadow all day long.
The other day Rowdy was talking to her, and he whispered " I love you so much" Tear.
Then he and I were talking, and he said she was his dog.
The weird part is I was I felt a bit defensive, like I wanted to tell him she's my dog. But I'm sure Dewey feels like she's his dog, and the hubster probably feels like she's his dog, because her loyalty really is to him. Even though he'll never admit it.
She's always been good with my kids even when they were babies, and she just gets better. She's so patient and I really do think she's more than a dog.
She. is. family.
Rowdy loves playing "cowboy" which means he likes to rope, and nothing is spared when it comes to his roping. Tally is no exception. She has a rope around her neck all day long. And when she is tired of walking with Rowdy she just stops walking and she gets drug till she decides to be a sport.
She goes in and sleeps on his bed till he is asleep, then she'll come on our bed and be the hubster's foot warmer for the rest of the night.
Dewey likes to lay down on her belly and rub the soft fur on her chest. He'll fall asleep with her every once in a while and it just about brings me to tears.
The hubster is under her spell, she'll be in his lap and he'l have been rubbing her ears or back for an hour before he even notices she's there.
And as for me, I can't lie, I'm pretty sure I love her the most. She is my best girl. She comes in the bathroom when I shower for a little steam facial. She is my shadow all day long.
The other day Rowdy was talking to her, and he whispered " I love you so much" Tear.
Then he and I were talking, and he said she was his dog.
The weird part is I was I felt a bit defensive, like I wanted to tell him she's my dog. But I'm sure Dewey feels like she's his dog, and the hubster probably feels like she's his dog, because her loyalty really is to him. Even though he'll never admit it.
She's always been good with my kids even when they were babies, and she just gets better. She's so patient and I really do think she's more than a dog.
She. is. family.
Monday, October 11, 2010
I've been shot!
Maybe an exaggeration.
Yeah, but I did get hurt.
The hubster and I went shooting with a bunch of our friends, two of whom are city cops. So we went to the officer range, which was awesome, it is private and we had it all to ourselves.
One of our "cop-per" friends was shooting at metal target, and my girlfriends and I were standing about twelve feet from him just chatting.
He shot one of his guns and I got hit in the chest!
It stung and burned and hurt like no ones business! I was writhing in pain and holind my chest. I actually screamed out loud and I'm sure I did some sort of chicken dance infront of everybody. But I don't really care.
It. hurt. bad.
According to the hubster who is all into ballistics, he's decided I was either hit with shrapnel from the metal he was shooting or a bullet fragment.
I was most definately not hit with brass.
Now I have a big half-dollar size bruise on my right boob.
This is an entirely new experience for me.
Ouch.
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Yeah, but I did get hurt.
The hubster and I went shooting with a bunch of our friends, two of whom are city cops. So we went to the officer range, which was awesome, it is private and we had it all to ourselves.
One of our "cop-per" friends was shooting at metal target, and my girlfriends and I were standing about twelve feet from him just chatting.
He shot one of his guns and I got hit in the chest!
It stung and burned and hurt like no ones business! I was writhing in pain and holind my chest. I actually screamed out loud and I'm sure I did some sort of chicken dance infront of everybody. But I don't really care.
It. hurt. bad.
According to the hubster who is all into ballistics, he's decided I was either hit with shrapnel from the metal he was shooting or a bullet fragment.
I was most definately not hit with brass.
Now I have a big half-dollar size bruise on my right boob.
This is an entirely new experience for me.
Ouch.
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
Some things I love about my boys.
They have no prejudice, they simply have honesty.
They wear the way they feel on their sleeves, you always know what you are going to get.
Simple things make their day.
They are staarting to play so cute with each other.
They are each others safety.
They have a comradery (?) that neither the hubster nor I are a part of.
They are natural animal lovers.
They are sweet in such a way that can't be described they love to love, and they love to be loved. We snuggle, kiss, hug, and cuddle. They love to be built up with little confidence boosters.
They have the sweetest smile on the planet.
They are mine.
They wear the way they feel on their sleeves, you always know what you are going to get.
Simple things make their day.
They are staarting to play so cute with each other.
They are each others safety.
They have a comradery (?) that neither the hubster nor I are a part of.
They are natural animal lovers.
They are sweet in such a way that can't be described they love to love, and they love to be loved. We snuggle, kiss, hug, and cuddle. They love to be built up with little confidence boosters.
They have the sweetest smile on the planet.
They are mine.
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