So that is the excitement around here -- and I'm off to chase boys, iron clothes, drive to a practice, feed the dog and cook dinner. Wanna help?!
10 March 2009
I did it -- I cut it off. Ok, I didn't acutally cut it, my mother did -- but it's short. And I think I love it. My boys (all of them) aren't sure what to think, which is not really normal. DS#2 said "Mom you don't look like that picture really." It was a picture of Sharon Stone. Go figure that a haircut didn't make me blonde and shapely. Such is life. (wink)
24 February 2009
Can you hear it!! The heavens opened up and are singing -- my last sick child is not longer sick. Hip hip Hooray. And to top of the jolly goodness of things, it's a whopping 54 degrees outside today. (they are calling for snow on Friday, but let's not think about that.)
I can't help but be a little giddy today -- Matthias had a practice wrestling match last night and we won one. While one may not seem like a big deal, there were only two matches and this is only his second season. So way to go Fauf. And did i mention that all my kids are better now?
19 February 2009
So far i stink at this blog thing. I really want to have one -- I'm bad with time management. However, the past couple weeks have given me more time than usual to be in the house and so here's to keeping it going.
It didn't really start as the house of sickness, more like the house of "not so good luck". D and I went to a newspaper awards thingy and while we were gone Sol (son #4) decided to take a face-first plunge into the ottoman and split his cheek wide open. Not good. A trip to the ER and a little glue and he's back to normal. Well, until the next night when it started bleeding for no good reason sending us back to the ER. Trying to be a good momma I wanted to carry him, comfort him -- and send myself to the ER. Because while I was doing the comforting/carrying -- I also did some falling down stairs with my darling and broke my foot. Yes, broke my foot -- a side bone, so lots of pain, bruising and no cast of any sort.
Then starts week 2 -- some strange flu like stuff is making it's way through our house -- 4 down, 1 in the midst and 1 destined to catch it. (the hold out is D -- he'll be the worst)
I need a massage or a week on the beach.