Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Children's museum

Yesterday we spent the day with friends at the Children's Museum. It was so much fun! Little Man loved the "work on the car" exhibit enough to make his dad proud. Pony Girl flittered all over enjoying havoc, and Sweetums spent most of her time in the grocery store.






Sunday, December 28, 2008

On my soapbox again!

Before you go any further, just know that I know that this next post is going to get me in trouble with many, many, many of you. My family especially...not "MY" family, (although, by brother and sister would be angry if they ever read this, but as I mentioned before they never read my blog,) but by my family by marriage. Yep, I am going to be in trouble with the in laws...but I do not even care. That is how wild and free I am. CRAZZZY me! See, my in laws all LOVE labs. I mean LOVE them! They are pretty sure they are the best dogs in the world!

However, I HATE STUPID, DUMB, SLOBBERY, LABRADOR RETRIEVERS. Yes, I said it...and I have no regrets! None! Now, before you are in to big of a twist, I AM an animal lover. We own a dog ourselves...which I adore, and I love indoor kitties, bunnies, and many other creatures!

But, I am so sick of my neighbors dogs (two different neighbors, three labs total) barking constantly, knocking down my children, ripping our yard stuff, strewing our trash all over the yard, oh, and did I say barking?

I have heard all the arguments for the Lab, I still just don't get it. Yes, they are good with kids. Yes they are pretty. Yes, they are loyal...blah, blah blah. So are TONS of other dogs, that do not take half the amount of work to train or mature.

Labs are HYPER! They need constant reprimands and training. Some would say, "only when they are puppies...which is about 7 years, and then you have the BEST dog ever." WHAT? 7 YEARS? Are you kidding me? Dogs live what, about 12 or 13yrs...and for 7 of them you don't mind a hyper, annoying, chew on everything, try to escape at all costs, have to be controlled like an overgrown 2 year old? That gives you what, like 3 good years before the dogs health becomes increasingly "old age-ish,", which brings a whole new set of stress. Seems to me the "give to get" ratio is a BIT off.

So for all you Lab lovers out there---go right on ahead and love them. As for me and my house, we will go on loving our little pup who within about a year was potty trained, stopped chewing on things that were not his, running away, slobbering on everything and biting/hurting our kids!

Christmas Pictures

Thursday, December 25, 2008

I forgot WHAT?

What kind of a mom travels for Christmas and forgets the camera? I tell you what kind, the kind that...
  • wrapped, labeled and loaded 3 gazillion presents,
  • remembered to make and take a disc with all the Thanksgiving pictures for her mother in law,
  • packed for three children, one husband, and one me,
  • remembered pull-ups,
  • prepared one dog crate complete with warm blanket,
  • found and packed one dog reindeer costume and one warm and cozy dog sweater,
  • remembered and packed carefully (it is glass) one Santa/Reindeer treat plate,
  • packed and prepared all the stockings and S.... items,
  • made and packed reindeer food for Christmas Eve fun,
  • remembered to pack all the medications, Kleenex and Vick vapor rub needed for two snotty nosed kids,
  • prepared snacks and such for the drive,
  • remembered to get the 17 pre-made meals from grandpa that were in the freezer,
  • packed two retainers and one retainer case,
  • grabbed one cell phone charger and two cell phones,
  • packed all the winter gear...hats, gloves, scarves etc.,
  • gathered all the MUST HAVES to sleep, namely one pink lankey, two woobies: one green- one blue, one blue teddy bear, one stuffed cat and one blanket,
  • packed one pair of Mr. KIR's work on the crap at the farm clothes,
That's the kind...Oh, and I also forgot the dog food.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Gingerbread Fun

My brother's family sent us one of the best Christmas gifts ever, ( I mean it, I am not saying that just so he reads this and loves me as his favorite! I mean, I am already his favorite (sorry Jan:) and besides, he never reads my blog anyway. I started this blog for him and my sister 'cause we moved a bazillion miles from them and I thought it would be a great way to stay connected, .but they NEVER read it...neither one of them. Seriously NEVER! I am so loved. Maybe it is because if they did ever read it--which they don't--it would cause so much pain and sadness, that they just can't, CAN'T do it. Yes, that is what I shall tell myself--and believe...but I digress....)

So, they gave us this great gift. A ready to go gingerbread house in a box. It was so great. All the candy, frosting and house base all set up. I was so excited to use it, I think more so than the kids. One night when Emily, who is a college student who has become like a family member (the gorgeous gal in the photos) came over for dinner, we decorated it. It was so much fun, it went something like this:









However, the fun did not stop there.Three days later it looked like this:


I am telling you, this was a gift that just kept on giving! Thanks Paul...not that you will ever know I said thank you because you never read this...but again...digression...

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

School functions

The Girls had a holiday art and choir recital at school. Each class learned about different countries traditions and cultures. They then made beautiful art and sang great songs representing these countries. Pony Girls class learned about Germany, and Sweetum's class learned about Iceland. I got some GREAT pictures. I have several friends who are either professional photographers, or hobbyists. Either way, I don't want them to be jealous of these great shots. SO, I HEAR BY PROCLAIM: This was all luck! AND great lighting....




It may have also been because we were squished in the gym like sardines and the lady with the hair still stuck in the 90's direclty in front of me was swaying back and forth the ENTIRE show, causing my camera to have no idea what to focus on!

Whatever---PRICELESS photos!
These two are seriously the BEST ones of the bunch-

I did get a few cute ones of Little Man with his best little friend. They were laying on the floor, dancing and holding hands. CUTE!

ahhhh...

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Can we skip March and April?

Sweetums: "Mom, when is the time when the twisters come?"

Me: "You mean Tornado's? They come in March and April."

Sweetums: "Would a tornado blow our house down?"

Me: "Well, yes, if one came close to it or hit it directly."

Sweetums: "What would we do?"

Me: "Well, we will head to the basement when the warnings come. We Have blankets, food, and all we need down there."

Sweetums: "Why don't we just skip those months...you know, April and March. Then we would not have to worry about it."

Me: "Well, it just doesn't work that way."

Sweetums: "Yes it would, the people who have birthdays in April and March could just get presents and cake in may. Then we could skip them."

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Burning down the house

Sweetums: "Mom, remember how we are going to get a new house in a second?"

Me: "Ummm, no."

Sweetums: "Remember when our house burns down in a second, how we are going to get a new one?"

Me: "Ummm, why would our house burn down in a second?"

Sweetums: (put on complete and utterly annoyed voice in head please) "Ugh, just when it does!!"

Me: "Ummm, okay??"

Sweetums: "Well, when it does and we get a new one, I want my room to be painted red and green with a Christmas tree in it."

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

What has been going on?

Mr. KIR mentioned last night that he read our post about Thanksgiving...AGAIN. I did not even now the man read the thing. (Unless I forced him to of course.) Apparently, reading it is his favorite lunch hour past time. he says it is the only way he really knows what's going on here. Oh the secrets I should not have shared.

So, I am taking the "oh so subtle" hint and posting. What has been going on here? A whole lot of nothing. I mean it. Since we got home from our wonderful Thanksgiving holiday, I have been sick...S I C K. I have a headache the size of Texas, my throat feels like a cactus bush sprouted, and my body aches as though I actually exercised recently. So I have been sitting. Oh, and sleeping, and sitting some more. Saturday I started feeling better and went shopping, out to lunch with a friend, and started making X-mas cards. Sunday morning, still fine, but Sunday afternoon....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. The Texas headache moved back in and I felt phantom exercise pains all over. So I am back to the routine of getting up, shipping the kids off to school, turning on the TV for Little Man, sleeping on the couch, getting up to get a few things done, putting Little Man down for naps, putting myself down for naps and sleeping until the girls get home. I then sit, go to bed and start all over the next day. Good Times, Good times.

Huh, I think I feel a nap coming on.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Thanksgiving was a BLAST!

I mean, I knew it would be...we had TWO feasts. It was so awesome I will say it again...TWO FEASTS! What is not GREAT about that...oh wait...my big ol' bottom end growing in size...ya, that. But still, turkey and stuffing twice, ah, nirvana.

Early Saturday morning all the "live too far away and need to move closer to us" families arrived. Kristen and Sean from Chicago and Nicole and Bob from Texas. We (I say "we" but what I mean is everyone but me because I just burn, ruin or destroy yummy food...) fixed a fabulous dinner and we feasted Saturday night. It was so yummy! Thanks Cindy! On Sunday Kristen/Sean and Nick/Bob went to Chicago. Our little clan headed on home for school. Nick and Bob showed up at our house Monday night weary, hungry and missing us so desperately they could not stand to stay away any longer (at least that is what I shall tell myself for ever more.) Bob and Mr. KIR took the young'ens to the farm and Nick and I stayed with the girls until school was out on Tuesday. We then loaded up the kids, the dog, a bunch of crap and rolled over to the farm for a long winters week. Holiday crafts were made, babies were held, books read, the Thanksgiving feast eaten, horses exercised, bugs collected, tractors climbed on, targets shot at, and the 4-wheelers muddied up. (Pony Girl was even allowed to start driving the 4-wheeler herself--her own personal nirvana.)

Kristen and Sean
Mr. KIR and I
Bob and Nicole

Finding her inner chi


riding hillbilly style

Pony Girl with Nini and Baby A

MUD

Little Man and his Thanksgiving friend, Caterpillar Sue

4 generations of KIR men
It was PERFECTLY perfect until those dad gum Texans decided to head home. Maybe next year I will just hog tie them to the barn doors until they see the light that is Illinois and stay!

Monday, December 1, 2008

She'll Be Famous

This holiday season, Pony Girl will be famous--at least that's what she keeps telling us. Last years dance recital was "Christmas in May." The girls wore the most adorable costumes ever (so forking out the smoola for them was so much easier--true story!) There were cute bells and penguins, baby dolls and more. It was so good, (I am positive that someone calling the station had NOTHING to do with it:) and our town soooo little, that the local PBS/college station caught wind of the event. The dances will now play throughout the entire month of December.

The night of the recordings was havoc in our home--worse than the recital!! Hair was curled, makeup was applied and nerves were aflutter.

When we arrived at the station they looked like this...
One adorable Frosty the Snowgirl and Christmas Tree at your service.


Awhile later, they looked like this...




Hmmmm.
When Sweetums turn came, I looked at her--she shook her head, "NO."
I let her stay put.

Interesting enough...the entire mommy crew of "mommy's to the Christmas Tree dance" kept trying to corral her in. (okay, not the entire crew--most were too busy with the stage mommy in all of us to notice, but a few, okay) I just kept telling them that she was not going to participate. Weird looks all around at me! I can't blame them--with a face, hair and make-up like that, she would have been the star of the show...come to think of it, they should be thanking me for not upstaging their trees:)

When Pony Girls turn came we were lucky enough to get into the station room to watch the entire dance go down.

They did GREAT and Pony girl was front and center for half the taping. She will be seen by millions...okay, okay, only about 10,000. But to a 9 year old...that IS millions!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

My Thanksgiving Day Contribution

I hate to cook. In both mine and my husbands family, I am the "sit on the couch while everyone else cooks but do the dishes afterward because this is a MUCH better job in my world" kind of girl. Once when I was in college, someone said to me, (put on stickiest, most condescending voice in your head possible please) "Oh, sweetheart, you can do it, all you have to do is try."

Now, I being the most gracious and diplomatic person ever, replied, (switch to your most obnoxious and condescending voice in head now...oh, and add a sneered face to make the moment complete,) " I never said I couldn't do it, I said I DON'T LIKE to do it."

Good huh! (Yaaaa, that is the me that is me.)

At Thanksgiving I am given the most meaningful and important jobs for the meal preparation! I am napkin girl, utensil coordinator, and my favorite: make sure the TV stays on this football game, gal.

Two years ago, someone made the mistake of asking me to be in charge of the all important, marshmallows on top of the yams, melting. As a well thought-out after thought, they asked my sister-in-law, Nickle Dime and Penny--who I will mention here---DOES cook, to supervise me. (HA)

Nickle Dime and Penny is awesomely fun! Always a hoot and a holler to be around. She is also the mother of two boys--one of which was a babe in arms that year. She rarely sits still, and is helpful to all in her path. It is with this disclaimer, that I remove her from the mishap that was.

I stuck the yam-olas in the oven and ya know...went away. EEEE GADS...A fire in sued. (Followed by "thank goodness your hubby is a volunteer fire fighter" jokes--haha, very funny!)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

She said, "WHAT?"

I was think thunken last night about my kiddos. Some funny memories popped into my head about Pony Girl and I thought I would post them--you know, for posterity sake...or blackmail--whichever.

When she was little, we were book "perfect" parents. I mean it, my friends have been so kind to inform me that we were the most OBNOXIOUSLY ANNOYING parents in the history of their existence. (Thanks guys:) She never tasted sugar until she was three (b-day cakes--use sugar free apple juice sillies:) We were scheduled, consistent and never spanked, or yelled. When she got in trouble it was , "PG, that behavior is unacceptable, please stop." "PG, how does that make you feel?" BLAH BLAH BLAH...
She was, in my defense, a wonderful little one...easy to be "perfect" with.

However, she was a silly napper. She still to this day needs less sleep than humanly possible (UGH!) So, I let her nap--wherever she wanted--as long as she slept. She of course, had her favorite spots and ideas. No big deal right? NOPE! One day, when I arrived to pick her up from preschool, the head teacher called me in and gently but firmly stated, "Pony Girl mentioned that at nap time you put her in the closet and lock the door, is this true?" (It was...but she WANTED to sleep there, and she could open the door herself I promise--remember...PERFECT parents!)

Another time (same teacher/same class) they had stories about kite flying and funny places to fly them. Pony Girl told the class loudly, I was informed, that if she ever flew a kite in our house..."OHHH, my mom would BEEEAT me."

When she was three, Sweetums and I were Mary and Baby Jesus in a live nativity scene. She was awestruck. She wore a Mary head dress for months after--everywhere. And for a good year, when asked what her name was she said, and I quote..." Mary, mother of Jesus...you know Christ the Lord."

When Little Man was born, she continued to get up early---VERY early! I would ignore and fake sleep most often. So, she went to the next person in line to entertain her. Sweetums. She would burst into Sweetums room and at the top of her lungs go, "URR URR URR URR URRRRRRR." like a rooster...you know, because we had just moved to farm villa and she thought it was cool to hear such creatures.

I would like to say that she has outgrown her dramatic nature and is a peaceful and calm child. But I can't, 'cause that would be a lie. She is however, a most entertaining one, and a true joy to be around....for others.....for me, she just gets me in trouble.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

It's all in a name baby!

I got a request last week to know the "real" names of my children. Ummm...who says these aren't their real names...What, don't they sound like real names? I guess I should have gone with "Apple" like Mr. KIR wanted. Dang it!

Later, I mentioned this request to my friend, Lynnita Bonnita and it got me to thinking about the people I am close to. Some of my families names are: Peedg, Jannabannan, Ju (pronounced Jew,) Nickle Dime and Penny, and Bob spelled backwards is boB. Some of my friends are named: Reecy, Lynnita Bonnita, Missy Moo, Mary Mary Quite Contrary, Lease, Hollser, Ashers, and Marc-a.

Now you may be saying, "Wow, some freakishly weird namers are in the universe."

Nope, I actually just have habits I am sure they all wish I'd use only on the animal species. But as I've told you all before, I have never claimed to be normal. I actually may be as weird as they come. And now, I have officially passed this "weirdness" on. Oh yes in deedee do!

Pony Girls friends are Tay Tay, Ems, Brooky, and Gracey.

I began to realize this side of us, although endearing when you understand, is probably weird if you don't.

Well... it may just be annoying all together.

So, I have decided to explain myself to my family and friends, and you know, in case I meet one of you in a dark alley and start calling you my little Wooby Dooby or something. (Now, I know all you readers are hoping against hope, to be called my little Wooby Dooby, but don't. I mean, I may meet and rename you, as your dreams so desire, but I may not... just to make that clear.)
(And although I cannot speak for Pony Girl, I am pretty sure this explanation will fit her as well..I mean, I am her mother after all.)

So here is the explanation I feel fits this personality disorder best. My heart is easily swayed to love. I am a social maniac and connect easily with others. (Disclaimer here: I never said others connect with me easily... I just connect with them...I have been known to stalk a "friend to be" until they break down and see the lovable side within.) So, when I feel a connection with someone, I rename them. It is to best be explained as a "heart name."

Ahhh, now doesn't that make you all want one? I thought so!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Recipe for Disater

  1. When your kids ask to shake up the bedtime routine by putting on swimming suits and bathing all together in the jet tub...let them, as they will get alllll hyped up right before bed time.
  2. After they are sufficiently hyped and loud, (and stinky for that matter as you know there was no washing done in the a fore mentioned tub,) let them sleep all together in the basement.
  3. Start a movie and then when you hear them playing instead of watching...letitgo.
  4. When it is sufficiently late that normal children would be calm and then sleep a bit later in the morning, have them lay down.
  5. When they freak out, start the movie over and let them stay up even later to watch it.
  6. Forget to have Little Man go potty before you make him lay down.
  7. Wake up suddenly when Little Man pees all over the floor, himself, and his bed.
  8. While Mr. KIR cleans up that mess, calm the, SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER LIKE SOMEONE IS STEALING EVERY TRACTOR HE OWNS AND SMOOSHING THEM TO SMITHERINES, child and clean him up in the process.
  9. After you have rocked him for awhile and he insists on continuing to sleep downstairs, let him.
  10. When you go down to re-tuck him in, deal with Pony Girl who is freaking out because you inadvertently gave more blankets to the other two kids and she is now sufficiently wounded with-in her soul and FREEZING.
  11. Stumble up the two flights of stairs without your glasses and try to go back to sleep, but write this blog in your head instead causing no sleep, but rather "sometimes I hate and love the blog world all at the same time" thoughts.
  12. Drift off to sleep just in time to hear the TV blaring and Little Man yelling, "I want cereal now."
  13. Groggily get up and go down to discover the alarming noises.
  14. Inform Pony Girl and Little Man that it is STILL SLEEP TIME.
  15. When Pony Girl acts shocked, tell her the time and send her back downstairs.
  16. As she grumbles about time, not sleepy, and mean mom, insist that Little Man go back to bed as well.
  17. When he informs you loudly that he is no longer tired and hides behind the new and beautiful couch, turn off all the lights until he pokes his head up so you can grab him.
  18. Pick him up while he screams, "I WANT CEREAL."
  19. Give him some.
  20. When he insists on sleeping in the basement again, let him.
  21. Get up at about the same time as every other day as Pony Girl comes in informing Mr.KIR that it is Saturday and time to make the weekly muffins for breakfast.

Ahhh, goooood times ahead at our house. And...Our Piece of the Pie, if you want to add this to your recipe site--feel free--It is a sure fire "happy family" winner!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Our budding actress

Pony Girl had mini school plays today. Little Man and I loaded up with cheese crackers and chocolate milk and sat back to enjoy. The kids were so cute! The plays were so funny and the kids had a great time. The theme was fractured nursery rhymes. I LOVED THEM ALL. My actress was in Re"fun"zel, and the Little Red Robin (hen).
Here are some pictures of the budding actress.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Morning Funnies

#1 Pony Girl woke up and announced that her throat hurt. She then informed me, "My throat hurts because my white blood cells are being killed off by germs." Apparently my child is a GENIUS!

#2 Sweetum's laid out her clothes last night for school like this...


(Just in case you could not see her rendition of her face, here is a close-up--nice teeth)

and then her jammies after she got dressed this morning like this...

#3 and when Little Man and I went grocery shopping today he spotted the Charmin toilet paper with the bear on it and said, "Look mom, a poop bear."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ramblings of an old women

Due to the fact that my blogging brain has been in a funk, a stacking effect of posts in my brain cavity was created. They have been waiting for the havoc inducer to get out of their way--it is out. Now my thoughts are racing so fast I can't get my brain around any one of them to make a complete and rational post...so today is rambling day... Lucky you!
Ramble 1: I love Fall here In Charleston. It reminds me of D.C. The wonderful colors are breath taking. All the orange, red, gold, tan, brown and green leaves make me want to frolic and sing...lalalalalalalala
Ramble 2: My arm hurts from the wii.
Ramble 3: I know who my kids teachers voted for. No, I did not talk to, or ask them...because frankly, I do not care who others voted for. I vote as educated as I can and hope others do the same. Then, I support and root for whomever wins. SO --- how do I know? Because they are both too young to totally understand who to vote for, and yet they both have come home for the last week spewing forth political views and opinions. I have answered questions and helped them with info. to the best of my ability---never once trying to sway them. I loved how passionate each one was about their views. This morning one came down yelling---"Did Obama win?" The other saying..."NO! McCain should." I did not answer. I turned on the TV and we sat down to listen and watch together. AND I finally told them who I voted for. It is so awesome to watch them, and see them learn.
Ramble 4: I took Little Man to a Halloween party last week and felt old. The other mom's with kids his age were young and fresh. Vibrant looking with pony tails and hip clothes. They made me feel tired and haggard looking. Ugh--old age is a bummer.
Ramble 5: We need new brakes in our 10 year old car (the nicest one we own)...shesh, buy a new one already.
Ramble 6: We got a new couch and chair -- they are brown leather and oh so BEAUTIFUL. The chair is so big, all three of my kids sit comfortable in it. I love them (the new furniture that is...okay, okay...I love my kids too.)
Ramble 7: I hate CF (cystic fibrosis) Our friends Holly and Justin (read here to learn about them) came to stay for the weekend. Justin went home Sunday night, and Holly was going to stay for the week. Stupid, Dumb CF created an infection in her lungs Sunday night and she had to go home and check into the hospital. Stupid, Dumb CF!
and lastly...
Ramble 8: Mr, KIR's fire department had their annual fund raising "Breakfast All Day" this last weekend. Mr. Kir arrived at the firehouse at 4:00am and stayed until 9:00pm. People filed in alllll day as the breakfast is yummy--I am telling you the smells waft forth from him for days after (usually.) Here are a few of the photos for your viewing pleasure:

Ramblings and brain spew now complete. Ahhhh.