Our Little Bit is such a sweetie. She definitely is a toddler - doesn't like being told "no" at all. But most of the time she is happy. She gets in to everything! Runs all over the house, climbs all she can find, loves to be the center of attention, loves people ... So cute.
About 3 last night (yep, middle of the night) she woke up crying. I headed to her room to get her. As soon as she heard me (I usually start saying "shh" as I walk down the hall), she got quiet. When I walked in her room, she did a quick lap around her crib and dove to lay down - all with a smile on her face. She popped her head up to see me and gave me a huge smile and reached for me. I picked her up and as we walked out of the room, she was waving and saying "bye" to Anne (they share a room). SO cute! I was smiling and loving every second of this - at 3 a.m. :-)
On a different note, I really can NOT stand military recalls (for those not military, you get a phone call and they are supposed to call people on the list - that's as much as I *get* this thing). At 5:40 this morning, our phone rang. Before Eric could get to the phone the answering machine picked up. This booming voice comes over the answering machine "Col D this is Col S ..." ARGH. I wanted to scream! NOT smiling over that. Still made at Col S - I know it isn't his fault, but I have to send my frustration towards him today! :-)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Poop
Today, my kids made "Scat Cookies" or "Coprophagy Cookies". Coprophagia is when an animal eats it's own poop. Nice. We have a book, Nature's Yucky, that my kids LOVE. At the end of the book there is a recipe for making your own Scat Cookies - including how to shape them to look like certain animal's scat. I'm pretty sure my kids have never enjoyed school so much. The comments! Gross and hilarious at the same time.
"The poop is too big, it won't cook all the way through." "That's ok, it will be squishy like poop!"
"Mom! I just made human poop!"
"Stop eating your poop."
You can imagine how many more great things were said. They now want to have a Disgusting Food Restaurant. Pee Lemonade, Chocolate Pudding Diarrhea ... They're still trying to come up with an idea for vomit.
And just think, I covered science, vocabulary and home ec today!
**Oh, and if you don't own this book yet, you have to buy it. I think we'll be getting their 2nd one for Christmas.
"The poop is too big, it won't cook all the way through." "That's ok, it will be squishy like poop!"
"Mom! I just made human poop!"
"Stop eating your poop."
You can imagine how many more great things were said. They now want to have a Disgusting Food Restaurant. Pee Lemonade, Chocolate Pudding Diarrhea ... They're still trying to come up with an idea for vomit.
And just think, I covered science, vocabulary and home ec today!
**Oh, and if you don't own this book yet, you have to buy it. I think we'll be getting their 2nd one for Christmas.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Life is Hard!
I sent this in an e-mail to a friend today and thought maybe I could ask for ideas and prayers from more people.
I'm in need of encouragement this week. Anne is being ... oh ... so ... grumpy? Defiant? Attitudeish? :-) We're on week 2 of her being just naughty. She pouts, stomps, slams her door, yells at the other kids, tells me "NO", and then, when she's not doing all that, she does little things that are VERY annoying - makes mouth noises, taps, kicks, picks at things. And she's destructive when she's in these moods - tosses things off chairs, rips paper up ... Are you getting the picture? EXHAUSTING. Yes, I'm spanking her. Yes, she's getting sent to her bed. Yes, I'm praying for her and with her. Yes, I'm loving her and holding her. It never feels like it's enough though. My patience wears thin. I lose my temper. I lose control of my tongue. We think we've "reached" her - have some hours of peace, harmony, love and then it starts all over again the next day.
Today I told Eric I wished I were 20 again. :-) He was sweet and hugged me.
So there you have the reality of my life at times. Any suggestions? Please pray for her and for us!!!
***Additional info: I figured diet would be mentioned. It is something I should check - allergies to foods? Although I cannot imagine what it could be. My cousin mentioned a possibility for diabetes - again, something I could get checked.
All that to say I don't think that is it. After I posted this, we had a major issue later in the day. She was outside, got in an argument with Dawn. Dawn came in, "accidentally" locked the sliding glass door. Anne came to the door (I was sitting within 15 feet of the door, so I saw this), tried the door and immediately started pounding on the door. I got up to open the door and before I could even get there, she had thrown a large rock into the door. Praise God the door didn't break. I lost my cool, sent her to her room and called Eric. He said extra chores. I took her outside and had her do some extra weeding. I sat out there with her. While she was weeding, she said "you don't love me. You think I'm a pile of trash." This is the second time she's said something along that line in the last week. I've always known she *feels* very deeply and feels like she is unlovable. I obviously told her how much we do love her and how we show it. Later in the day she took a long nap.
So, fatigue? Food? Allergies? Diabetes? Just feels unloved so behaves like she is unlovable? Feels unlovable so she behaves horribly? We are praying extra hard about this. Thanks for praying with us, encouraging me and offering ideas!
I'm in need of encouragement this week. Anne is being ... oh ... so ... grumpy? Defiant? Attitudeish? :-) We're on week 2 of her being just naughty. She pouts, stomps, slams her door, yells at the other kids, tells me "NO", and then, when she's not doing all that, she does little things that are VERY annoying - makes mouth noises, taps, kicks, picks at things. And she's destructive when she's in these moods - tosses things off chairs, rips paper up ... Are you getting the picture? EXHAUSTING. Yes, I'm spanking her. Yes, she's getting sent to her bed. Yes, I'm praying for her and with her. Yes, I'm loving her and holding her. It never feels like it's enough though. My patience wears thin. I lose my temper. I lose control of my tongue. We think we've "reached" her - have some hours of peace, harmony, love and then it starts all over again the next day.
Today I told Eric I wished I were 20 again. :-) He was sweet and hugged me.
So there you have the reality of my life at times. Any suggestions? Please pray for her and for us!!!
***Additional info: I figured diet would be mentioned. It is something I should check - allergies to foods? Although I cannot imagine what it could be. My cousin mentioned a possibility for diabetes - again, something I could get checked.
All that to say I don't think that is it. After I posted this, we had a major issue later in the day. She was outside, got in an argument with Dawn. Dawn came in, "accidentally" locked the sliding glass door. Anne came to the door (I was sitting within 15 feet of the door, so I saw this), tried the door and immediately started pounding on the door. I got up to open the door and before I could even get there, she had thrown a large rock into the door. Praise God the door didn't break. I lost my cool, sent her to her room and called Eric. He said extra chores. I took her outside and had her do some extra weeding. I sat out there with her. While she was weeding, she said "you don't love me. You think I'm a pile of trash." This is the second time she's said something along that line in the last week. I've always known she *feels* very deeply and feels like she is unlovable. I obviously told her how much we do love her and how we show it. Later in the day she took a long nap.
So, fatigue? Food? Allergies? Diabetes? Just feels unloved so behaves like she is unlovable? Feels unlovable so she behaves horribly? We are praying extra hard about this. Thanks for praying with us, encouraging me and offering ideas!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Pictures ... Maybe
I tried to post pictures the other day. Didn't work. 2nd times a charm? :-)
When I look at this on my edit page, it's just a bunch of letters and numbers. I know it's working, but I can't see the pictures! So I'll tell the stories of the pictures, but I can't put it under the picture. :-)
One is of fall leaves at Mueller State Park. Beautiful aspen leaves! I love fall!
One is a snake. Great story goes with this one. We were out at a cemetery and there wasn't a bathroom facility. So Anne and her cousin were skipping through the grass to go find a place to "go". This snake came after them! My guess is it was out sunning itself and they got way too close. It felt threatened so it let them know he was scary. And he WAS! He was about 4-5 feet long. A bullsnake, but still, scary. My favorite part was after when Anne asked her cousin if she still had to go to the bathroom (as if she had peed her pants when it happened)! :-)
There is a picture of frost - huge frost. Last weekend we had freezing temperatures for the whole weekend. Dawn and I went for a walk - the picture of her is when she fell. Such fun!
Well, I don't even remember what other pictures I put on here. Ask if you're curious about one and I didn't explain. I've been interrupted 20 times while posting this.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Computers
I had great plans today to put pictures and a video on here. Tried to and it didn't work! No picture showed up, but a bunch of gobbledygook did. Whatever. Now I'm trying to upload pictures to Facebook, but I don't think that's working either. I think I tried to upload too many at a time and my computer can't handle it. Now I'm on Eric's computer. Of course, I put the pictures from my camera on MY computer, not his, so I can't do anything with the pictures on here! Argh. Computers drive me NUTS sometimes. I think it's time to get a new one for me. Eric bought a new one last year and the CD drive thingy doesn't work already.
I know, I know. Get a Mac.
I know, I know. Get a Mac.
Monday, October 5, 2009
A Blip
I've had some thoughts to post for a while, but can't seem to figure out how to write it. Guess I'll just start writing and hope it makes sense! :-) If it doesn't, enjoy the laugh or confusion.
Most of you know that I've spent my life moving. I've lived in about 13 different towns in my life. Some of those I lived in and moved back to. I think it's been about 22 or 23 houses. Again, some in the same town. I went to 7 different schools growing up. Being married to an Air Force man has actually made me MORE stable. Yep, bizarre. I think the only one who can relate to this much moving is my cousin, Ranee. (Right Ranee?)
I can look back on most places I lived and I have fond memories of people who lived there too. I think we were great friends and think they must remember me in the same way. Recently though, I had someone I remembered well tell me they didn't remember me very well. What? We were friends! How could that be? And then I realized something. I was a blip on her radar screen. When you grow up in one place and stay there, why would you remember someone you were friends with for 2 years? The people I think of as "great" friends only knew me for 1-3 years at best. They've had friends they have known since birth - and they still see them. They KNOW those people. Me, I was just this silly girl who lived by them for a short while and then I moved away.
Obviously this was a bit painful to realize. You mean all these people I remember with fondness may not remember me at all? Or if they do it is a vague memory. And, I really don't know them. Never did. I don't know their families. I don't know what they love. I don't know them now. And I never will unless I move back to that town, settle in and work very hard to know them and be known by them.
Because of all the moving, I've never felt like I "fit" in anywhere. I think I know why now. I don't! :-) My relationships with people, at this point in time, consist mainly of e-mail, Facebook and blogs. This isn't real. How many people really know me? It takes time to know people. Years. Time spent together. Time in each others homes. Time just hanging out and learning about the other person. How is this possible for me?
I remember when I realized that sometimes people don't like me just because. I didn't have to do anything mean or wrong, they just didn't like ME. It was so painful. I always thought that if I just was nice, friendly, happy, real, people would like me. But they don't! I actually had someone dislike me because I was a vegetarian! (I'm not anymore. Do you think she would like me now?) Realizing that I am not as "memorable" to people as I thought has been sort of painful too.
What's the point here? I don't know! :-) It's just something I've been thinking of, mulling over and trying to figure out. I want to "fit" in. I want to be remembered. I want to have friends! Don't we all? Just how do you do all that when you move around?
***Forgot to add. Recently some old friends came into Colorado Springs. People I thought were *great* friends once upon a time. They didn't call me. Made no effort to come see me. I don't think it's because they don't like me. I think it is because I was a blip. They lived here for YEARS. I lived here and knew them for maybe two years. Made me wish I had been more than a blip in their lives and that they would want to make the time for me. I understand why they didn't, but still...
Most of you know that I've spent my life moving. I've lived in about 13 different towns in my life. Some of those I lived in and moved back to. I think it's been about 22 or 23 houses. Again, some in the same town. I went to 7 different schools growing up. Being married to an Air Force man has actually made me MORE stable. Yep, bizarre. I think the only one who can relate to this much moving is my cousin, Ranee. (Right Ranee?)
I can look back on most places I lived and I have fond memories of people who lived there too. I think we were great friends and think they must remember me in the same way. Recently though, I had someone I remembered well tell me they didn't remember me very well. What? We were friends! How could that be? And then I realized something. I was a blip on her radar screen. When you grow up in one place and stay there, why would you remember someone you were friends with for 2 years? The people I think of as "great" friends only knew me for 1-3 years at best. They've had friends they have known since birth - and they still see them. They KNOW those people. Me, I was just this silly girl who lived by them for a short while and then I moved away.
Obviously this was a bit painful to realize. You mean all these people I remember with fondness may not remember me at all? Or if they do it is a vague memory. And, I really don't know them. Never did. I don't know their families. I don't know what they love. I don't know them now. And I never will unless I move back to that town, settle in and work very hard to know them and be known by them.
Because of all the moving, I've never felt like I "fit" in anywhere. I think I know why now. I don't! :-) My relationships with people, at this point in time, consist mainly of e-mail, Facebook and blogs. This isn't real. How many people really know me? It takes time to know people. Years. Time spent together. Time in each others homes. Time just hanging out and learning about the other person. How is this possible for me?
I remember when I realized that sometimes people don't like me just because. I didn't have to do anything mean or wrong, they just didn't like ME. It was so painful. I always thought that if I just was nice, friendly, happy, real, people would like me. But they don't! I actually had someone dislike me because I was a vegetarian! (I'm not anymore. Do you think she would like me now?) Realizing that I am not as "memorable" to people as I thought has been sort of painful too.
What's the point here? I don't know! :-) It's just something I've been thinking of, mulling over and trying to figure out. I want to "fit" in. I want to be remembered. I want to have friends! Don't we all? Just how do you do all that when you move around?
***Forgot to add. Recently some old friends came into Colorado Springs. People I thought were *great* friends once upon a time. They didn't call me. Made no effort to come see me. I don't think it's because they don't like me. I think it is because I was a blip. They lived here for YEARS. I lived here and knew them for maybe two years. Made me wish I had been more than a blip in their lives and that they would want to make the time for me. I understand why they didn't, but still...
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