Thursday, June 26, 2014

Major change of plans

I have two appointments, today.  A free massage at 9:30 and my Obamacare wellness check at 1:20.  Instead of planing two babysitters or one for 6 hours, I thought I would take the kids to powersports for their day camp.  I told husband.  I told the kids. I packed their lunches and backpacks.  Tony even asked me to a lunch date since it would be just me and the baby.  Then I'd go to my workout class at 3:45.  Pick up the kids at 5:30.  Day planned.

We piled into the car and drove to the kids gym.  They were excited.  I was ready.  We walk up to the door and I see the sign:

"You must be pre-paid for day camp.  We no longer accept walk-ins."

My heart sank.  Everyone piles through the door.  I chat with the receptionist who says, "yep, we are full. People are paying this week for next week and I only have 6 open spots next week."  I knew there would be crying.  How am I going to explain this to my kids?  How am I going to get through the day and my appointments?  DAMMIT!!!  

"Ok guys, we gotta go back to the car, let's go.  No gym today."  Even though I told you this was what you were doing.  Tears.  "But I want to go to my gym school!!!!!!"  All back out the door (remember I have Maggie in the stroller this whole time) and I try to explain to them that I made a mistake.  I showed Michael the sign on the door.  Still tears.  Jane and George went back to the car fairly well.  George fussed a little.  Jane not much.  Michael still crying.  I said, "ya, I want to cry, too."

Now what?  Change plans.  I guess they're going to be with me.  But then I passed a friend's neighborhood.  I called her. No for the morning (swim lessons) but afternoon she could help.  HALLELUJAH!!!!

Massage at chiro's office.  Nursed the baby some.  Kids had some snack.  Still confused and sad about the situation.  But then they turned on the tv to pbs.  Just like home.  The ladies also said it would be fine for them to stay out in the waiting area while I had the massage!  Awesome.

Good massage, if fast.  Only 30 minutes and I am incredibly sore from my workout.

I could hear Jane being bossy girl while I was in there.  I come out and George had pooped.  I tell Jane to put on her shoes. Then take george to the potty to change.  Finish him, Jane comes in no shoes. Pees, wipe, wash hands and then Michael comes in.  Poop, wash hands.  I finally exit the bathroom and Jane is still barefoot.  Get shoes on Jane and realize Maggie needs a diaper.  Change baby.

We finally walk to the car, get everyone in and my car clock says 10:45.  My appointment was 9:30.  Granted, my car clock is ten minutes fast, but still!?  So I'm hungry.  I call tony and offer a new lunch date and park scenario.  He says yes.  We pick him up, get taco stuff at Fuego's and head to a park near campus.

It worked out great.  Kids played, we are, Maggie slept.
George even went down a big slide, not pictures here.  I have a video for later.

We dropped off daddy and went to my wonderful friend's hhouse.  Dropped off kids and fed baby, poor thing had gone nearly 3 hours!  Then I went to the Dr office. I hate Obama, I hate obamacare, I totally blame it for this stupid, pointless, waste of time appointment that I had.  I had 1hr just me and baby.  
Back home.  George fell asleep on the way home.  Michael and Jane are eating more lunch.  We still have to go to my workout class.  I'm nursing the baby and typing.

Here's George
Here's Maggie.
Now to change into shorts and pack everyone back into the car, again.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

So I put a chain on the pantry door......

Emily hosed them off outside


See the Jane prints


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Stories from Jane

This afternoon, Jane told me that the Princesses flew up into the sky and bonked into a cloud.

After bath, I asked her to tell me again about the princesses.  

"Well my friend Gimonty."
"your friend Gimonty?"
"No, my friend Timonty."
"Gimonty?"
"No Ti-mon-tee."
"uh, ok"
"My friend Timontee, she just fwew up into da sky.  And a cwowd just bonked her on the head yike dis."  Then she slaps her head, not hard.

Me: "wow"

"Mom, I don't know about dat story."

"uh, ya, Jane, I don't know about that story, either."

Monday, June 9, 2014

Jane quotes

Backing out of the driveway, Michael was moving his hands but I don't think he said anything.  Jane turns away from him, to the window and says, "I don't yike dat game. You botter me."  I don't like that game, you bother me.  Seriously??  8:30 am?

Michael is going to vacation bible school this week from 9-12.  A little break for us.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Early summer

We got a pool for the backyard.  This year's installment on the temporary pool, $30 from sams.  

There's Michael on his knees.

Watermelon for dinner second day in a row.  Awesome for everyone except Daddy and Maggie.  But they aren't complaining.
Jane was talking into her hand on the swing.  I asked her what was in her hand.  I asked if it was a radio.  "Yes, I mean No, its my timoked."  "Oh, your remote?"  "No, my TI-MOKED."  Oh, ok, my mistake.
Michael was the pushing hero on the swings.




Thursday, June 5, 2014

Jane June 5, 2014

Trying to wear panties, today.  She sat on the potty when I told her, several times, often peed.  One of the last times, when I went to check on her, she had peed and got up without her panties and was at the kids table.  I told her to get her panties back on.  She managed some kind of stumble off the table, kicked the potty and it flipped, then spilling the pee all over my bare foot and the carpet.

Later, she comes to my door in that poop crouch.  I rush her to the potty.  We manage to get panties off (with still a small smear in them) and on the potty and all the real poop goes in the potty.  I set the timer for her so I can check the baby.  I return once, she's ok.   I return later, she has gotten off the potty.  The toilet seats are smeared with poop.  She has poop smeared all over her butt so much you would think she never made it to the potty.

Michael and George are doing something near the diaper trash and changing table.  I reprimand Michael for playing with the diaper trash because it's dirty.  Then I try to throw away the poop wipes from Jane and find Michael had locked the lid shut.

All cleaned up, everyone in the room.  I come to my bed to feed the baby again.  Jane comes to the door, dragging her mattress pad and say, "mom, this just come off my bed."  "Ya, probably because you pulled it off!  Go back!"

George came later, clutching his pink angel dolly and a blanket and saying, "my dowee sweepin."


Caleb's First Communion








police officer Michael