Zane has been down with the flu since Friday. He is feeling better but still having fever. The worst part at this point is his boredom. So we built a clubhouse. It is not as good as outside he said, but it is still cool. I try to always be cool.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
An Almost Perfect Saturday
Today was almost perfect. It might have been perfect except for the fact that I didn't get to see all of the people that I love and I had to go to a party with some people I don't know. But other than that, it was just one of those great wonderful days. Here are some of the things that helped to make it great.
- It was perfect weather. Sunny and 70. PERFECT.
- No child woke up before 9:30 this morning.
- My sheets and the air were perfect sleeping temperature.
- I woke up beside the man that I love more than any other.
- My kids were in good moods and laughed a lot while they ate their breakfast.
- I had lunch with Super Z outside at Newks.
- He told me that I was the best mom in the world.
- We talked about school and friends and shared a salad and his cheese pizza.
- Randy and I cleaned out cars. (It doesn't sound great, but it was nice. AND my car looks new!!)
- I love my house.
- I love my yard.
- I love my family.
- I didn't have to rive more than 5 miles away from my house all day.
- I bought the kids a goody just because I wanted to.
- Randy grilled me an almost perfect steak for supper.
- I sat on the porch and threw the ball with Super Z while he grilled.
- Princess H took a nap and woke up happy and refreshed.
- The princess laughed and held my hand while we ate dinner.
- She gave me her pretty crooked special love smile.
- I didn't worry about anything all day long. I just enjoyed every single minute.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I Am Crazy Mean
Super Z has decided that I am crazy mean. He has now described me that way 3 times! This usually is accompanied by him lamenting on how EVERYONE in the world is mean to him. Most grown ups hold him to some standard of behavior. His sister and other children expect him to share and act like a human. Oh cruel world!
He is not actually all that bad. But when he gets in these moods...WOW. I am talking about some serious whiney hiney baby drama. And I know exactly where the drama jeans come from. They come straight from his dad. Don't let the calm exterior fool you. My husband is the most dramatic emotional person on the planet. I have decided that most men are like that. At least on some level.
I figured out quick when I taught second grade (way back in my former life) that the boys were the sensitive ones. Girls are tough. Most, like Princess H, really don't give a crap what you think of them. That seems to be something that comes into girls later in life...Maybe because we are taught that we are supposed to care? I don't know, but the princess has convinced me that girls all start out the same way, crazy mean. Let's just hope that time turns us all back into crazy mean little girls who wear what they want and aren't afraid to stand up in a buggy in the middle of the grocery store and sing at the top of our lungs. Man, those crazy mean girls know how to live.
As far as the boys, we aren't really mean. We will always be here to comfort them. Even when they think we are the meanest mom in the world.
He is not actually all that bad. But when he gets in these moods...WOW. I am talking about some serious whiney hiney baby drama. And I know exactly where the drama jeans come from. They come straight from his dad. Don't let the calm exterior fool you. My husband is the most dramatic emotional person on the planet. I have decided that most men are like that. At least on some level.
I figured out quick when I taught second grade (way back in my former life) that the boys were the sensitive ones. Girls are tough. Most, like Princess H, really don't give a crap what you think of them. That seems to be something that comes into girls later in life...Maybe because we are taught that we are supposed to care? I don't know, but the princess has convinced me that girls all start out the same way, crazy mean. Let's just hope that time turns us all back into crazy mean little girls who wear what they want and aren't afraid to stand up in a buggy in the middle of the grocery store and sing at the top of our lungs. Man, those crazy mean girls know how to live.
As far as the boys, we aren't really mean. We will always be here to comfort them. Even when they think we are the meanest mom in the world.
Monday, February 2, 2009
My Obsession
All I can think about these days is Weight Watchers. Weight loss. The shrinking of me. I am having trouble embracing the fact that I have lost almost 100 pounds now. AND I only have 80 to go! More than half way there. WOOT. I have been trying to get a grasp on how far I've come, but apparently all of my old pictures ONLY have my face. Apparently I had body issues.lol So here is a shot from last February and a not so good shot from today. I guess I can see it a bit. I don't look quite as...swollen? I also don't have to try so hard to look okay in pictures. Which is an art that I mastered. I am happy about my progress. I have lots of big plans. One of which is to keep a better visual record in the coming months. The other plans...maybe I will let you in on those in future posts...Maybe I will actually posts about some of the things that I am thinking about lately...maybe?
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