Okay, I know it’s supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, but I forgot I had this picture on my phone.
Oh my.
September 30, 2010
September 29, 2010
September 28, 2010
Oh, Dear Lord
So, I was making dinner tonight and the monkeys were “helping.”
The conversation darted from one topic to the other.
At one point, Monkey in the Middle asked me to guess his favorite number.
It was 9.
Tomorrow it will be something else.
He’s 6.
The kids guessed my two favorite numbers.
They are 3 and 7.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Then, Monkey Girl asked us to guess her favorite number.
I guessed 5.
Monkey in the Middle guessed 16.
Baby Monkey guessed red.
She said, “You’re all wrong. My favorite number is 53.”
53???
53??????
Who has a favorite number of 53?
Save me.
I am so in love with that girl.
September 27, 2010
Game Face
I know him as an absolute cuddle-bug.
A Mama’s Boy.
A little guy who lives for Friday night sleepovers with his big sister and little brother.
A sweetie with Lightning McQueen sheets.
A total love.
And yet…
…even I would have a little trouble not shaking in my boots if I had to line up against this game face.
Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!
Woke up this morning to Baby Monkey singing in his bed.
Went upstairs, crawled in to snuggle with him and was joined by Monkey in the Middle.
Came down for breakfast and Monkey Girl came to join us.
They all sat together, looking at “Eye Spy” books together, laughing and talking.
If this is the precursor for my week, we are in for a GREAT time!
September 24, 2010
Unsettled
I’m feeling grumpy and unsettled tonight, and I can’t quite put my finger on why.
My Facebook status last night was “Too busy tonight. Doctor was running an hour late. Now everything is behind. Grrrr…”
A friend commented that it must have been a really bad day, because I don’t usually post negative things.
I thought about that comment and realized that he was right.
I am pretty darn happy with my life.
But, this week, I’m off.
Life is just kinda off.
Granted, it’s been a very busy week.
On Tuesday, I had to get Monkey in the Middle to football, then get to choir, then not home until later, all after working a full day.
On Wednesday, lots to do around here in the afternoon, then Back to School Night for Monkey in the Middle, which was great, but we didn’t get home until 8:30, smack dab in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm, which meant that the monkeys were up until around 9:45.
On Thursday, I had a doctor appointment, which ran an hour late, (and which gave me conflicting information from my regular doctor appointment) then had to race to get Monkey in the Middle to football, drop he and the other monkeys off with Real Man, then race home, brush my hair, and head to a different Back to School Night, where I was speaking to the crowd, and didn’t get home until 8:30.
Tonight, I was looking forward to just chilling.
I taught piano after school, picked up the monkeys and headed home.
I planned on making cavatelli and broccoli, relaxing, watching some tv with Real Man, playing board games with the kids.
Ahhhh…
Then I got a phone call that someone is coming to look at the house tomorrow.
So, instead, tonight I’m doing all the laundry, getting it put away, having Real Man and the monkeys help clean up the entire house, vacuuming, etc.
Tomorrow is flu shots and Monkey in the Middle’s football game, and saying things like “Hey, don’t touch that…someone is coming to look at the house.”
Add to that Oprah’s current complete reversal in her support of teachers, and I feel like I’ve been through the wringer this week.
It takes a village, but if something isn’t working, it must be the teachers?
Is that it, Oprah?
Ugh.
So, I’m just feeling beat up, exhausted, and grumpy tonight, and while I had hoped to come here and write something witty to take me out of the funk, it’s just not happening.
So, forgive me, but Mama said there’d be days like this, and we all have them.
I’ll be back with the wit tomorrow, I think.
For tonight, I think I’ll just wallow.
September 23, 2010
The Story So Far
I figured that, perhaps, it was time for a brief pregnancy update.
I’m feeling great, just wearing out a little earlier at night.
Due to the diabetes, the baby is measuring about a week and a half ahead of schedule, yet due to my thyroid, I haven’t gained enough weight.
So, strangely enough, I am now eating two lunches and everything in between.
I feel like all I do is eat, but I’m making my best effort to make sure that what I am eating is healthy.
The monkeys continue to be excited.
Monkey Girl continues to hope against hope that this is another girl monkey.
Monkey in the Middle keeps reminding me how huge I’m going to be by February.
Baby Monkey keeps rubbing my belly and whispering things that I can’t hear. Conspiring against me, already, I think.
Today, the monkeys are coming with me to the doctor to hear the baby’s heartbeat.
Please, let them get us in in a timely manner.
Anyway, that’s the story so far.
Life is good.
September 21, 2010
September 20, 2010
What He Does
This helicopter probably cost about ten bucks.
It is the most used toy in this house.
However, not simply in it’s original form.
Baby Monkey spends the majority of his time attaching things to his helicopter and “rescuing” them.
Apparently, this afternoon, my shoe was in need of rescue.
I kid you not when I say he could play with this helicopter and go around the house with Monkey Girl’s chinese jump rope wrapped around it, rescuing things.
He also has a little plastic slab thingy for when he has to rescue action figures and dolls.
If it’s just an object, it gets tied up and the helicopter takes off.
I think we might just skip Christmas this year.
Who needs more toys when you’ve got the helicopter?
September 19, 2010
Moments of Absolute Bliss
Last night was perfect.
We had been to Monkey in the Middle’s football game, where he played a phenomenal game.
Ran the length of the field for a touchdown.
Made a few tackles.
Was blocking like a brick wall.
Great game, and although he never shows it, he was proud of himself.
Afterward, we told the kids that we weren’t going to make a habit of it, but we would take them out to Wendy’s.
So, we go.
And there we sat.
The kids eating and talking and laughing.
Sharing the last scraps of fries with each other, and breaking up Real Man’s chili crackers, so that they can all have some.
They were quizzing us on the trivia questions that came in their kids meals and laughing.
Baby Monkey had food on his shirt.
Monkey Girl kept knocking things over, as she usually does.
Monkey in the Middle was talking WAY too loudly.
It was perfect.
I looked around at Real Man, the love of my life, and those kids who I love more than they will ever know.
And I thought, this is it.
This is what some people look for their whole lives.
And, to an outsider, it may look messy and loud.
But to me…it is perfection.
