3 days and it has been so pleasant! After the 4 year old cried like his heart was breaking for 15 minutes on Monday afternoon there has not been one reference to the missing video games. I had almost talked myself out of the strict weekends only rule and thought I could do a 4 to 6 pm Nintendo break every day but apparently they don't need it. Maybe in the winter they will. We will see. How nice to have options. :)
One of the reasons that your children have friends is for you to be reminded how bad your kids COULD be or how good your kids actually are. Chase is really a good kid! And he has a cute nose as well. I am excited to watch him play football.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
More thoughts on blogging
There is definitely a difference between a journal and a column. I am thinking about Keri’s column in Sex in the City. Every segment was witty, fully developed, seemingly had a plot line and for sure had no grammatical errors. So far my blog has basically been a column about my life. I have not whined or bitched…….at least not without wit or mirth. There have been no sentences that just drift into nothingness even though that is a lot of my sentences to my husband. I used to keep a written journal during my teenage and college years. I tend to become more formal in my writings when I type for some reason. When I see my handwriting change, when I scribble something out, when my mind goes faster or slower than my pen it tends to become more stream of consciousness. After telling you the day to day state of my mind, you will know that nobody wants to hear or read my stream of consciousness. Talk about William Faulkner. Oh how I hated his books.
But I am finding blogging addicting. It helps me to focus on a main idea for the day or the hour. And since I don't want to be bitching and moaning and I certainly don't want to be documented that way in internet eternity I am directing my thoughts on other things beside my own inner misery. Free therapy.
But I am finding blogging addicting. It helps me to focus on a main idea for the day or the hour. And since I don't want to be bitching and moaning and I certainly don't want to be documented that way in internet eternity I am directing my thoughts on other things beside my own inner misery. Free therapy.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Die video games! Die!
Well, the battle has already been in a fevered pitch for many years at my house but it has accelerated into the next World War.
First, Bart and I agreed not to get a nintendo/playstation thing until Chase was older because we didn't like how bewitched he was at Grandma's house. We loved that he got to play and learn over at Grandma's house because it was sporadic and infrequent enough that we didn't have to set limitations. When he became 8 (which is still quite young) we gave in, researched and bought the Nintendo Game cube for the boy. Every single one of his friends already had one of the blasted boxes at their house and if we wanted to ever see our boy or have any say in what games he played we decided that we had to make the option available at our house, under our roof, within our earshot. We decided on the Game Cube because it was a little more kid oriented. Playstation has many too many mature games for adults and we didn't want that. Also Game cube allows 4 little 8 year old boys to sit around simultaneously with purple, black and blue paddles and save the world.
Chase is now a big little boy of 10. We are the Kool Aid house when it comes to the video gaming. I know what game the boys are playing and I know where he is and who he is with. I have considered that a good thing and since he mostly gets good grades have been fairly lenient on any time restrictions.
However, this the year of the coming of Nintendo age for Cooper. He is 4. (Too young.) He is addicted as bad as the older one. I don't necessarily mind that he plays the games but I do mind the horrific moaning and gasping when I have to turn the game off.......for whatever reason. It is almost like they are fish and they can only come out of the water for 2 minutes and if they are not reattached to the paddle in that short time span they die. Thank heavens most bathroom breaks can be accomplished in this time frame! Whew!
Well, school has now started for both the older ones. Cooper will start preschool after Labor Day. I say this like I planned this coup for this time frame but really it was the morning that Cooper got up out of his bed and instead of coming into my room to see me, he went directly into Chase's room and attached himself to the paddle.
(in whispers) This morning the video game box went bye bye until Friday afternoon at 2 pm when Chase gets home from school.......and it will come to pass that there will be a great weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the land of the Petersons.
I am still the mother and I will prevail for a little longer.
First, Bart and I agreed not to get a nintendo/playstation thing until Chase was older because we didn't like how bewitched he was at Grandma's house. We loved that he got to play and learn over at Grandma's house because it was sporadic and infrequent enough that we didn't have to set limitations. When he became 8 (which is still quite young) we gave in, researched and bought the Nintendo Game cube for the boy. Every single one of his friends already had one of the blasted boxes at their house and if we wanted to ever see our boy or have any say in what games he played we decided that we had to make the option available at our house, under our roof, within our earshot. We decided on the Game Cube because it was a little more kid oriented. Playstation has many too many mature games for adults and we didn't want that. Also Game cube allows 4 little 8 year old boys to sit around simultaneously with purple, black and blue paddles and save the world.
Chase is now a big little boy of 10. We are the Kool Aid house when it comes to the video gaming. I know what game the boys are playing and I know where he is and who he is with. I have considered that a good thing and since he mostly gets good grades have been fairly lenient on any time restrictions.
However, this the year of the coming of Nintendo age for Cooper. He is 4. (Too young.) He is addicted as bad as the older one. I don't necessarily mind that he plays the games but I do mind the horrific moaning and gasping when I have to turn the game off.......for whatever reason. It is almost like they are fish and they can only come out of the water for 2 minutes and if they are not reattached to the paddle in that short time span they die. Thank heavens most bathroom breaks can be accomplished in this time frame! Whew!
Well, school has now started for both the older ones. Cooper will start preschool after Labor Day. I say this like I planned this coup for this time frame but really it was the morning that Cooper got up out of his bed and instead of coming into my room to see me, he went directly into Chase's room and attached himself to the paddle.
(in whispers) This morning the video game box went bye bye until Friday afternoon at 2 pm when Chase gets home from school.......and it will come to pass that there will be a great weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the land of the Petersons.
I am still the mother and I will prevail for a little longer.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Harry Potter alert!!!
I think that I am totally right and I do have other crazies out there that think the same.
www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com
www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Today
Wow! Jen totally revamped this page and it is beautiful! I love the colors! Thanks Jen!
Ryan went off to 7th grade orientation this morning. I drove her and her 3 friends to school and dropped them off to start a whole new life. I have been trying to figure out all day if I am sad because I want to go back to junior high myself
I want to be that young again
I want to LOOK that young again
I want to be that innocent again or
I don't want my 12 year old baby girl to be that old
I don't want my baby to LOOK that old
I am scared for the amount of homework I have coming my way.
Maybe all the above.
Ryan went off to 7th grade orientation this morning. I drove her and her 3 friends to school and dropped them off to start a whole new life. I have been trying to figure out all day if I am sad because I want to go back to junior high myself
I want to be that young again
I want to LOOK that young again
I want to be that innocent again or
I don't want my 12 year old baby girl to be that old
I don't want my baby to LOOK that old
I am scared for the amount of homework I have coming my way.
Maybe all the above.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
.....and don't think I am freaking out about posting this
I had lived with myself for 35 years before I figured this out. I always knew that there was something. I had even tried to do something about it. I knew my catch phrase to combat it all these years—“Shyness is not a good enough reason not to do something”. I wasn’t sure if I knew just how different I was from others. Especially with my wrong self diagnosis. And even with all my background in Psychology I was so very wrong.
You see, all these 35 years I had diagnosed myself with depression. I could see it from almost the beginning of my memories. I had to allow myself to change the diagnosis to manic depressive order since during my teen years there was lots of mania. Lots and lots. (And I thank Heavenly Father for all of those fun manic times.)
However, nowadays I am definitely not depressed. I know that. I know I have a good life. I can even admit that maybe I don’t want to do that thing with the kids even though I am their mother. And that does not make me depressed or even psychologically unbalanced. Again, thank the Lord, because I still do have an emotional problem that has not been taken care of.
I really feel sure of the diagnosis this time. It fits everything and every symptom. I feel sure that I have a lifetime (well so far) anxiety disorder. It makes me not want to do anything new because I am filled with fear and consternation. It makes me not want to go anywhere because I feel afraid and stifled. And just planning on going somewhere gives me the same feelings. It makes me not want to see anybody because I feel very uncomfortable and sometimes nauseous. Always. Everyday. I understand that sometimes these feelings are real and accurate. Sometimes would be the key word in that sentence. Every minute of the day –except going to bed – would be how to describe when these feelings come into play during my life.
I have long since created my own “logical” reasons for all these feelings so I have been able to live with this disorder and live an outwardly relatively normal life. I WANT to write that I suppose that I have a less severe anxiety disorder because I have been able to lead a normal life. On the other hand, I want to scream that I do not have a normal life and that I have had to fight-- fight all by myself and with myself—for every stinking normal minute in my life. I do want to allow myself some pity because for 35 stinking years I have had to push and shove myself to do all these things and then talk myself into it all over every day and not know why. I just couldn’t experience having a first boyfriend. I had to throw up all over him because it was so stressful. I couldn’t enjoy college life because everyday was filled with so many people and so many new and different choices that I was “mind fucked” every day all day long. Even when there was a small part of me that wanted to try and learn and excel in say, photography, field hockey, writing there was this other monster part that was freaking out and I had to spend so much time calming that monster part that I couldn’t focus on the other interests. Had to? Have to.
Having said all that and still not quite finished with the tears, I have to immediately follow all that up with my thankfulness to all the people in my life that stuck with me and even when we both didn’t understand my behavior they loved me. I have had choice friends over the years: Robyn, Becky, John H., Dan S., Jill, Russ and Rich, Joanna and Lee, Jen, Raq, Criger and Carol. Even Brian Fisher and Trish. I constantly relied on Heavenly Father for 25 years and received countless small miracles to remain “normal”. I have had many unbelievable and extraordinary experiences that have shaped and molded me.
And then I am forced to admit that for the past 12 years I haven’t really done anything extraordinary. I have fought the beast—not knowing really what it was but doing my best – and remained somewhat “normal.” I have been able to raise my kids but for the most part I was not able to enjoy it. I was not able to put my heart into it. I pushed and shoved and fought to do my duty. Don’t get me wrong. I think I remained true to my REAL self and the vision that I have of what a mother is supposed to be and was as much a mother as I could be to the kids but I could’ve ENJOYED it. I could’ve done a couple of other things for myself, for Ryan and Chase, for another little spirit, for a ward, for a neighborhood but I was tied up fighting the beast. And fighting the beast is so tiring. I have been exhausted, beat, wiped out, dog tired, done in for the past 12 years. AND NOT KNOWN WHY.
Now I know why. And that does make a difference. For 7 or 8 years of my marriage I blamed a lot of the beast on my husband. I thought he would make me happy. Now I know that sometimes there is nothing in the world that can make ME happy. Including me. Not blaming him for that helps our marriage. For 15 years I have blamed Salt Lake and Utah Mormons for the feelings that I have going to church or trying to participate with Relief Society women. Now I know better. That helps me see my true core beliefs and my personal commitment to God and know that it is still there with or without the church. And I am able to not blame the church for all my “beastly” feelings. For 25 years I have felt like being wrong or sinning was the worst thing in the world but it isn’t being wrong, it is the anxiety that I have made logical by partnering it with a perceived wrong choice.
Because I am always filled with “beastly” feelings, I have had to ignore my emotions in any decision I make. I would always choose to stay in bed in the morning so those feelings don’t get to be part of the equation. I would always choose not to talk to a neighbor or go visiting teaching so my feelings are ignored. I know they are not my true feelings. And if I do throw in the towel and go with the beast then I have guilt and loneliness and uselessness feelings. So I really can’t win with my feelings. I have to operate under the logical, the responsible, and the sensible. I have allowed the commandments and some of the rules of the LDS church to influence my paradigm to be sure. Mostly I see that it is a good set of rules to pattern off of. And the “mostly” is definitely in that sentence for a reason and that is a totally different story.
You see, all these 35 years I had diagnosed myself with depression. I could see it from almost the beginning of my memories. I had to allow myself to change the diagnosis to manic depressive order since during my teen years there was lots of mania. Lots and lots. (And I thank Heavenly Father for all of those fun manic times.)
However, nowadays I am definitely not depressed. I know that. I know I have a good life. I can even admit that maybe I don’t want to do that thing with the kids even though I am their mother. And that does not make me depressed or even psychologically unbalanced. Again, thank the Lord, because I still do have an emotional problem that has not been taken care of.
I really feel sure of the diagnosis this time. It fits everything and every symptom. I feel sure that I have a lifetime (well so far) anxiety disorder. It makes me not want to do anything new because I am filled with fear and consternation. It makes me not want to go anywhere because I feel afraid and stifled. And just planning on going somewhere gives me the same feelings. It makes me not want to see anybody because I feel very uncomfortable and sometimes nauseous. Always. Everyday. I understand that sometimes these feelings are real and accurate. Sometimes would be the key word in that sentence. Every minute of the day –except going to bed – would be how to describe when these feelings come into play during my life.
I have long since created my own “logical” reasons for all these feelings so I have been able to live with this disorder and live an outwardly relatively normal life. I WANT to write that I suppose that I have a less severe anxiety disorder because I have been able to lead a normal life. On the other hand, I want to scream that I do not have a normal life and that I have had to fight-- fight all by myself and with myself—for every stinking normal minute in my life. I do want to allow myself some pity because for 35 stinking years I have had to push and shove myself to do all these things and then talk myself into it all over every day and not know why. I just couldn’t experience having a first boyfriend. I had to throw up all over him because it was so stressful. I couldn’t enjoy college life because everyday was filled with so many people and so many new and different choices that I was “mind fucked” every day all day long. Even when there was a small part of me that wanted to try and learn and excel in say, photography, field hockey, writing there was this other monster part that was freaking out and I had to spend so much time calming that monster part that I couldn’t focus on the other interests. Had to? Have to.
Having said all that and still not quite finished with the tears, I have to immediately follow all that up with my thankfulness to all the people in my life that stuck with me and even when we both didn’t understand my behavior they loved me. I have had choice friends over the years: Robyn, Becky, John H., Dan S., Jill, Russ and Rich, Joanna and Lee, Jen, Raq, Criger and Carol. Even Brian Fisher and Trish. I constantly relied on Heavenly Father for 25 years and received countless small miracles to remain “normal”. I have had many unbelievable and extraordinary experiences that have shaped and molded me.
And then I am forced to admit that for the past 12 years I haven’t really done anything extraordinary. I have fought the beast—not knowing really what it was but doing my best – and remained somewhat “normal.” I have been able to raise my kids but for the most part I was not able to enjoy it. I was not able to put my heart into it. I pushed and shoved and fought to do my duty. Don’t get me wrong. I think I remained true to my REAL self and the vision that I have of what a mother is supposed to be and was as much a mother as I could be to the kids but I could’ve ENJOYED it. I could’ve done a couple of other things for myself, for Ryan and Chase, for another little spirit, for a ward, for a neighborhood but I was tied up fighting the beast. And fighting the beast is so tiring. I have been exhausted, beat, wiped out, dog tired, done in for the past 12 years. AND NOT KNOWN WHY.
Now I know why. And that does make a difference. For 7 or 8 years of my marriage I blamed a lot of the beast on my husband. I thought he would make me happy. Now I know that sometimes there is nothing in the world that can make ME happy. Including me. Not blaming him for that helps our marriage. For 15 years I have blamed Salt Lake and Utah Mormons for the feelings that I have going to church or trying to participate with Relief Society women. Now I know better. That helps me see my true core beliefs and my personal commitment to God and know that it is still there with or without the church. And I am able to not blame the church for all my “beastly” feelings. For 25 years I have felt like being wrong or sinning was the worst thing in the world but it isn’t being wrong, it is the anxiety that I have made logical by partnering it with a perceived wrong choice.
Because I am always filled with “beastly” feelings, I have had to ignore my emotions in any decision I make. I would always choose to stay in bed in the morning so those feelings don’t get to be part of the equation. I would always choose not to talk to a neighbor or go visiting teaching so my feelings are ignored. I know they are not my true feelings. And if I do throw in the towel and go with the beast then I have guilt and loneliness and uselessness feelings. So I really can’t win with my feelings. I have to operate under the logical, the responsible, and the sensible. I have allowed the commandments and some of the rules of the LDS church to influence my paradigm to be sure. Mostly I see that it is a good set of rules to pattern off of. And the “mostly” is definitely in that sentence for a reason and that is a totally different story.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Just a follow up.......
So, I did some research on which way I should be encouraging my children and I think it is evident from these following two statistics that Ryan will be joining the football league as soon as I can get her some shoulder pads. I would like to retire early and football may very well be my ticket.
The figures include base salary and guaranteed salaries. See explanation below.
These numbers are not the same as those calculated by the clubs for salary-cap purposes. Salary-cap figures are topped by a $280,000 maximum and include achievable bonuses as well as surcharges tacked on for licensing agreements." --as printed in Soccer America Magazine
----as printed in USATODAY.COM
2004 SOCCER SALARIES
"The following is a list of MLS player compensation figures for 2004 being circulated by the players' union and obtained by Soccer America.The figures include base salary and guaranteed salaries. See explanation below.
These numbers are not the same as those calculated by the clubs for salary-cap purposes. Salary-cap figures are topped by a $280,000 maximum and include achievable bonuses as well as surcharges tacked on for licensing agreements." --as printed in Soccer America Magazine
2004 FOOTBALL MEDIAN SCORES
Pittsburgh Steelers
$ 895,716
Detroit Lions
$ 790,600
Kansas City Chiefs
$ 788,700
New Orleans Saints
$ 762,800
Carolina Panthers
$ 756,250
Atlanta Falcons
$ 723,700
New York Giants
$ 708,100
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
$ 688,900
Miami Dolphins
$ 669,000
New York Jets
$ 663,800
New England Patriots
$ 660,300
Philadelphia Eagles
$ 653,900
Minnesota Vikings
$ 642,000
Cincinnati Bengals
$ 636,000
Seattle Seahawks
$ 632,000
Baltimore Ravens
$ 631,850
Houston Texans
$ 631,500
Dallas Cowboys
$ 626,234
Arizona Cardinals
$ 621,424
Buffalo Bills
$ 617,650
Green Bay Packers
$ 614,700
Chicago Bears
$ 592,200
Denver Broncos
$ 581,750
Jacksonville Jaguars
$ 575,000
San Francisco 49ers
$ 562,000
Oakland Raiders
$ 560,600
Washington Redskins
$ 539,300
Tennessee Titans
$ 538,000
St. Louis Rams
$ 537,350
Indianapolis Colts
$ 536,800
Cleveland Browns
$ 522,000
San Diego Chargers
$ 453,800
Pittsburgh Steelers
$ 895,716
Detroit Lions
$ 790,600
Kansas City Chiefs
$ 788,700
New Orleans Saints
$ 762,800
Carolina Panthers
$ 756,250
Atlanta Falcons
$ 723,700
New York Giants
$ 708,100
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
$ 688,900
Miami Dolphins
$ 669,000
New York Jets
$ 663,800
New England Patriots
$ 660,300
Philadelphia Eagles
$ 653,900
Minnesota Vikings
$ 642,000
Cincinnati Bengals
$ 636,000
Seattle Seahawks
$ 632,000
Baltimore Ravens
$ 631,850
Houston Texans
$ 631,500
Dallas Cowboys
$ 626,234
Arizona Cardinals
$ 621,424
Buffalo Bills
$ 617,650
Green Bay Packers
$ 614,700
Chicago Bears
$ 592,200
Denver Broncos
$ 581,750
Jacksonville Jaguars
$ 575,000
San Francisco 49ers
$ 562,000
Oakland Raiders
$ 560,600
Washington Redskins
$ 539,300
Tennessee Titans
$ 538,000
St. Louis Rams
$ 537,350
Indianapolis Colts
$ 536,800
Cleveland Browns
$ 522,000
San Diego Chargers
$ 453,800
----as printed in USATODAY.COM
Soccer, Football, Football, Football, Soccer
Man oh man. So we put Chase in Football. Bart is a whole new father to the boy. I always knew that soccer was not his sport but I always thought that you should be interested in whatever your child did. Apparently not. Football has brought a whole new dimension to their relationship. I am still saving judgement on whether Chase will actually stick with something because it is too new for him to get bored yet. However, I am hoping.
He has practice and will have practice Monday through Friday from6 to 8 pm. (So much for family dinners.) Then on August 26th, they weigh in and get onto specific teams. The coaches are all at the practices and I am sure that they are going to do their own little draft pick after weigh in. Then we will see how enthusiastic and driven his coach is. Maybe we will continue with 2 hour daily practices.
Now don't forget. Ryan is on her soccer team that practices Tuesday, Thurday and Saturday for at least 2, 2 1/2 hours each time. She also is completely enjoying it and has made some new friends as well. I really like her coach. He just got done getting his "D" license for coaching and has some real good techniques and ideas that I didn't see in June. He is really excited about coaching and soccer and yet very soft spoken and understanding that these girls don't always eat, breath and sleep soccer. I feel the pressure of my commitment and Ryan's desire to participate but I don't feel any pressure from him like "if you don't come to practice, you don't play in the game." I know some of our friend's coaches have rules like that. Are you kidding?!?!?
I am still assistant coaching for the team so it is pretty fun to know all the girls and everything that is going on. And I feel like Bart is taking care of Chase with his sport so it is more balanced than all the other seasons when I coached Ryan and nobody was specifically there for Chase. We work the Tuesday practice but on Thursday Ryan is coached by the BYU girls soccer coach so Cooper can come and play on the playground, run around, etc, etc.
Add to this regime, Bart's triatholon training and my lame attempts at getting in shape and the number of water bottles are increasing exponentially at my house.
He has practice and will have practice Monday through Friday from6 to 8 pm. (So much for family dinners.) Then on August 26th, they weigh in and get onto specific teams. The coaches are all at the practices and I am sure that they are going to do their own little draft pick after weigh in. Then we will see how enthusiastic and driven his coach is. Maybe we will continue with 2 hour daily practices.
Now don't forget. Ryan is on her soccer team that practices Tuesday, Thurday and Saturday for at least 2, 2 1/2 hours each time. She also is completely enjoying it and has made some new friends as well. I really like her coach. He just got done getting his "D" license for coaching and has some real good techniques and ideas that I didn't see in June. He is really excited about coaching and soccer and yet very soft spoken and understanding that these girls don't always eat, breath and sleep soccer. I feel the pressure of my commitment and Ryan's desire to participate but I don't feel any pressure from him like "if you don't come to practice, you don't play in the game." I know some of our friend's coaches have rules like that. Are you kidding?!?!?
I am still assistant coaching for the team so it is pretty fun to know all the girls and everything that is going on. And I feel like Bart is taking care of Chase with his sport so it is more balanced than all the other seasons when I coached Ryan and nobody was specifically there for Chase. We work the Tuesday practice but on Thursday Ryan is coached by the BYU girls soccer coach so Cooper can come and play on the playground, run around, etc, etc.
Add to this regime, Bart's triatholon training and my lame attempts at getting in shape and the number of water bottles are increasing exponentially at my house.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Harry Potter #6 spoiler
So, www.filledetulippe.com came up with an awesome theory on Harry Potter. I have been waiting and waiting for Bart to finish it so that I can tell him about it. Well, he finished it. And then he told me the same thing that Raq was thinking. I must have been so involved in the emotion of the book that I couldn't see straight. Although I did feel that Snape sat on the fence the entire night EXCEPT to kill Dumbledore. With the castle in chaos, a true follower of Voldemort would have done more damage. Maybe not kill Harry but certainly others.
More and more I am not believing that Dumbledore is really dead. More and more I am believing that Snape and Dumbledore made the unbreakable vow and that is why Dumbledore always believed Snape and his loyalties. I think that someone will be able to tell Harry a bit about this and also have some very fabulous reason to remain at Hogwarts his last year. Quite possibly because it is the safest and most obvious place to continue to groom the D.A.
And then again maybe I am entirely wrong.
More and more I am not believing that Dumbledore is really dead. More and more I am believing that Snape and Dumbledore made the unbreakable vow and that is why Dumbledore always believed Snape and his loyalties. I think that someone will be able to tell Harry a bit about this and also have some very fabulous reason to remain at Hogwarts his last year. Quite possibly because it is the safest and most obvious place to continue to groom the D.A.
And then again maybe I am entirely wrong.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Another Cooper story....
When Ryan and Chase were preschoolers Bart was working out of town quite a bit. And I stayed home with them or only worked a small part time job. Therefore, my two older children were really raised by their mother in their more impressionable years. This is certainly not the case with Cooper. His father is front and sharing the center with his mother, aunt Carla and his grandmothers. Not only does he learn from these many adults but he also has the mostly evil influence of the two older children. But that is another story.
Chase, Cooper, Bart and I all went to Sam's club for some groceries and dinner. By the end of the trip through the aisles, Cooper, of course, is dancing his potty dance. I take him to the bathroom where he quickly takes care of #1 and reluctantly washes his hands and heads back out to the other boys. We then sit down to eat our hot dogs and he again starts doing a little wiggling. Bart finally asks him if he pooped in his pants. "Nope" he says, "I got a.......I got a......." He is definately thinking "I got a SKIDMARK!" On the other side of the table, I start laughing and shaking my head and Chase starts asking what that would be. (I told you I was their primary influence when they were growing up.) Bart then takes our youngest into the bathroom to take care of business. I feel slightly tender toward him that he would take on this responsibility until Cooper comes running back and stands up on his chair to announce "I am free-ball-ing it right now! That means you have no underwear on!"
Again Chase is confused and says "What? What did you say? What does that mean?" (My child)
Again Cooper getting louder says "Free-ball-ing! means you have no underwear on!" (Bart's child)
And that is why we are banned from Sam's Club forever on.
Chase, Cooper, Bart and I all went to Sam's club for some groceries and dinner. By the end of the trip through the aisles, Cooper, of course, is dancing his potty dance. I take him to the bathroom where he quickly takes care of #1 and reluctantly washes his hands and heads back out to the other boys. We then sit down to eat our hot dogs and he again starts doing a little wiggling. Bart finally asks him if he pooped in his pants. "Nope" he says, "I got a.......I got a......." He is definately thinking "I got a SKIDMARK!" On the other side of the table, I start laughing and shaking my head and Chase starts asking what that would be. (I told you I was their primary influence when they were growing up.) Bart then takes our youngest into the bathroom to take care of business. I feel slightly tender toward him that he would take on this responsibility until Cooper comes running back and stands up on his chair to announce "I am free-ball-ing it right now! That means you have no underwear on!"
Again Chase is confused and says "What? What did you say? What does that mean?" (My child)
Again Cooper getting louder says "Free-ball-ing! means you have no underwear on!" (Bart's child)
And that is why we are banned from Sam's Club forever on.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Does anyone know where to find a good multi vitamin....with caffeine supplements included?
I have totally gotten fat. This whole summer I have been enjoying the many fruits of the season--that would include ice cream in a big way. I also discovered a chocolate chip coffee cake at Einstein's Bagels that is to die for. I just have felt very non worried this season and when I feel this good I think well, why shouldn't we have ice cream today? You know that my kids would never turn it down. Bart has definately been getting bigger around the waist and so I stopped worrying about my waist. (If I had one anymore.)
Then 3 weeks ago, Bart decided that he would become a triathete. All of his hobbies are expensive. I have to say he has kept to his regiment of running, swimming or biking in the morning and then in the evening. However, does he find the time to go buy that $60 heart monitor, that $2000 bike, the $ pass to the rec center, the new work out clothes? if he is so busy training for this triathalon? I ask you that!
I really feel that not only am I having to spend a lot of our cash for his hobby but I am being forced (not verbally, I have to give him that) to get skinnier. I refuse to give up the ice cream but I have run 3 miles for the past two days. (I haven't been to the gym in a long time.) I am doing a route right now but should be off of it by the end of the week. That means that I am working during the night. That means that my excuse for sleeping in is rock solid and guilt free. After this week, I may have to get up and exercise. Those of you that know me know that getting up is not something that comes easy to me. I don't know why. I know that I used to get up very early when I was a kid (4th grade and such) and I did make it to seminary quite a bit in High School. However, as an adult getting up is a little more than I can handle when left up to me. I will make it clear here and now that never have I not gotten up for work, be it 2 am or 9 am. (I have missed out on a shower now and then.)
I always say that I wish there was some sort of instrument that could actually read your true tiredness. If your body really needed sleep or if you were just wishful yawning. (Although I am sure even without the instrument that I do that a lot now.)
Rip Van Winkle, you are my kind of man!!!
Then 3 weeks ago, Bart decided that he would become a triathete. All of his hobbies are expensive. I have to say he has kept to his regiment of running, swimming or biking in the morning and then in the evening. However, does he find the time to go buy that $60 heart monitor, that $2000 bike, the $ pass to the rec center, the new work out clothes? if he is so busy training for this triathalon? I ask you that!
I really feel that not only am I having to spend a lot of our cash for his hobby but I am being forced (not verbally, I have to give him that) to get skinnier. I refuse to give up the ice cream but I have run 3 miles for the past two days. (I haven't been to the gym in a long time.) I am doing a route right now but should be off of it by the end of the week. That means that I am working during the night. That means that my excuse for sleeping in is rock solid and guilt free. After this week, I may have to get up and exercise. Those of you that know me know that getting up is not something that comes easy to me. I don't know why. I know that I used to get up very early when I was a kid (4th grade and such) and I did make it to seminary quite a bit in High School. However, as an adult getting up is a little more than I can handle when left up to me. I will make it clear here and now that never have I not gotten up for work, be it 2 am or 9 am. (I have missed out on a shower now and then.)
I always say that I wish there was some sort of instrument that could actually read your true tiredness. If your body really needed sleep or if you were just wishful yawning. (Although I am sure even without the instrument that I do that a lot now.)
Rip Van Winkle, you are my kind of man!!!
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