My Everyday Life

Most kids love stickers.  R?  He mostly just pulls them off his hand and eats them.

The theme for this week in my group was “house on fire.”  Before the explanation was posted of what this meant, I had been concocting all these ideas in my head about how I could make this happen.  Could I make a little cardboard house and light it on fire in the driveway?  Hmmm…. would have to do it during nap time so as not to endanger any children.  Maybe I could find a way to use lighting to make a house look like it’s on fire?  Hmmm…. I’m so not engineer-minded… how would I ever make that happen?  And who has that kind of time anyhow?!?  THEN the explanation was posted.  We were to identify the things (assume all living beings are already out of the house and safe) that we would rescue from our burning house. Ohhhhhhhh, duh.  I gave it a lot of thought and wondered what was so important to me that I could never replace it?  There really wasn’t that much.  The things I would save are pictured here.  I would save Mike and LyLy first – my kids’ lovies – because they are a source of comfort for them and I would hate for them to be without them going through such a tragedy.  And I hate to think of the pain and sadness they would feel if they were never able to hug and talk to their lovies again.  Second, I would save Mutsy.  My Dad bought this dog for himself – well, for his “inner child” if we are going to be completely accurate.  (He was big into therapy and a little wacky at times!)  After my Dad brought Mutsy home, I slowly started “borrowing” him during the weekends we were at my Dad’s house.  Then Mutsy started to come home to my Mom’s house with me.  And before you knew it, he was MY Mutsy.  My Dad may have made some jokes here and there about Musty’s disappearance but he let me have him – probably because he knew I needed him.  Anyhow, his nose is falling off, his fur is a matted mess and most of his paws have holes in them, but he still means a lot to me and is a constant reminder of my Dad.  Last, I would save these two pictures of my Dad.  I do have scanned copies of them, but I would want to save the originals because the scans would never look as good.  (One added benefit of this exercise?  It has put a fire under my butt and now I am going to make sure I backup all our digital photos/hard drives to an off-site source.  I know there are online services that provide this, I just have to sign us up.)

My poor munchkin.  He is normally such a happy baby but these molars are really throwing him for a loop.  Thank God this is number 4 of the first set.  Canines are next and those were even worse for J so I am not looking forward to it for R.  He always follows the same pattern with teething.  The runny nose starts and then he’ll sleep a lot for like two days before the pain sets in.  Once the pain sets in, he struggles with sleep and is just generally clingy and crying all day long.  Especially after waking up from naps.  It’ll take him up to an hour to come around after his nap.  It got so bad this time that we broke out the whiskey!  I debated just taking a few shots myself … but we tried a drop of whiskey on his gums and holy hell – that totally did the trick!  He was bouncing around the room and playing just a few minutes after!!

“Trudge” best describes what I looked like pulling these two monkeys through the snow in their wagon.  All I have to say is “c’mon people – shovel your sidewalk when it snows!!” I consider that my workout for the day.  Biceps. Burning.

I was playing around with light tonight.  I am sad to say that I really had a blast doing this. I was giggling and laughing (by myself and also at myself) the entire time – mostly because I kept getting letters backwards.  It was harder than I expected to figure out which way they needed to face to get them right in camera.  My 20 something self would be ashamed of me for having fun doing something so lame.  😉