Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
She builds roads for Hot Wheels with her little brothers.
She plays games on the computer with her dad.
She takes care of her baby brother in the sweetest way.
She loves her tap dance class.
She loves to be dirty, especially while camping.
She is the biggest daddy's girl on the planet.
She has become very independent.
Need I say more?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I could give you countless examples of times I have lost my keys and put myself in very desperate situations indeed!
The first year Mr Bird and I were married I must have done it about 100 times. It got to the point that I became worried he'd leave me if I couldn't keep tract of those things so he did not have to keep rescuing me.
I thought how on earth can I have babies and be expected to keep track of them and all the "stuff" that goes with them if I can't even keep track of my keys. It was a really big problem.
With a lot of practice I became more disciplined about keeping a tight rein on my keys. They found a home in my purse where I put them everyday so I would not have to hunt them down.
For the most part I have done well over the past few years keeping track of them. I have been proud of myself.
You can imagine my delight when one day about a year and a half ago Mr Bird comes to me and says, "Have you seen my keys, I've looked everywhere and I cannot find them."
Finally the tables were turned, it was his turn to go insane looking for his keys, to be frustrated not knowing where they were. Maybe now he'd understand the pain I had every time I lost my keys.
Time passed and his keys never turned up. We finally bit the bullet and had another set made and we all lived happily ever after.
Until last week that is. I was going through all my pre-pregnancy clothes trying to determine what still fits and what I need to get rid of. I came across a pair of carpi's that I only wore a handful of times, I just never really liked the way they fit.
As I was trying them on I felt something in the pocket, something heavy-ish. My first thought is Quarters! I love finding missing money.
But alas, It was Mr Birds keys that were lost so very long ago!
It's no wonder he could not find them, he left them in my pants, DUH!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Best vacuum money can buy!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Well, since you asked...
We've turned into full fledged couch potatoes!
We have watched hours and hours of the boob tube everyday for 3 days straight.
Doodle even told me the first day, "Mom, we should turn the TV off, we've been watching it WAAAYY too much today!"
Ya, I did a double take too, a six year old being worried about watching too much TV!
I bet you all think there must be some educational series that will only be on this one week to warrant so much TV watching.
Pizza, macaroni and cheese, fish sticks, Wendy's hamburgers, Carl's Jr. hamburgers, ice cream, pop cycles, soda, junk, junk and more junk!
So what has happened to the lover of educational programming, health nut that we all know and love, you ask?
She has been sick!!!
I'm not talking about some silly little cold with a runny nose and body aches.
What I had made a cold feel like a vacation.
I was knocked down on my bum sick. I had a fever of 102.5 Wednesday night. I took Tylenol or Motrin every 4 hours to the minute and it still only got my fever down to 100.7
That fever stayed with me all night long. My whole body ached. My head , my hips, my joints, my muscles, everything.
The thing that hurt the worst hands down was my throat.
I could not swallow anything.
Swallowing my own saliva felt like eating little steel balls covered in tiny needles that were on fire except worse (and that was with all the pain pills I dared take!)
So while my family was pigging out on all the junk food they could get their grubby little hands on, I was on a saliva only diet, and I wished I did not have to swallow even that.
Yes, that's what happens when Mr Bird is in charge of meals, heaven forbid I should die, EVER.
So after two torturous nights like this I finally went to the doctor yesterday morning.
You guessed it, strep throat.
The Doctor gave me a choice of antibiotics for 10 days or one shot in the bum. I chose the shot just so I would not have to go to the store to get it. For one thing I felt totally miserable and could not picture myself standing in line waiting for a prescription.
Secondly, I thought the shot would start working faster since I could have it right then and it might take 20 minutes off my total suffering time.
Totally worth it.
As a bonus they include it in the copay for the office visit and I did not have to shell out more money for a prescription.
So one pain in my big bum and one night's sleep without a fever, later and I almost feel like new, almost.
So for any of you that have seen me earlier this week and end up sick, I am so sorry. I will come to your house and take care of your children and make them healthy meals while you are
gagging down your own saliva.
For those of you we have not seen in a while,
count yourselves lucky!
Monday, August 11, 2008
I was thinking I did not want to bake my own Birthday cake.
You have to get an early start or the magic will not have time to work.
And then you wait some more.
You guessed it, just keep on waiting.
Then you go in and eat dinner and come back out only to see they still have not sprouted.
Only one thing to do...Wait some more.
Then you go in to watch a movie. You'll have to be sad and wonder if it will really work.
Then you're sitting on the couch mindlessly watching the boob tube when Daddy bursts through the door and drags everyone outside to see the strange things growing in the dirt!
It is just like MAGIC!
Then you open your mouth as wide as you can and shove as much of the gooey sweetness in as you possibly can.
Then all the children will declare the need to plant donut seeds for every Birthday forever and for forever more!
That birthday treat went faster than any old frosted cake with candles ever could.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
See the color red? It symbolizes passion. That was said with all the passion and energy of soul of a cooped up mother to 4 little heathens.
Monday, August 4, 2008
They had to tear out some of the cement so they could dig 4 foot deep trenches along all 3 sides of the new imaginary garage. They needed the trenches so they could pour new footings for the imaginary garage.
Did you know building had feet? I did not. It is what the foundation walls sit on. See there, you learn something new every day.
Here is the trench with the cement guy pouring the last of the footing. When it was all poured They stuck rebar in it. I did not get a picture of that. So in our yard we have huge mounds of dirt with 4 feet deep trenches right next to them which have rung after rung of rebar sticking straight up out of the ground just waiting to impale a child. So needless to say we have been playing indoors lately! Not the most child proof back yard at the moment.
Here is what is left of the little shed that was at the head of the carport, and our mounds of dirt.
Now for the kicker. When the guys came to pour the footings I was home with the kids trying my darndest to keep them entertained indoors. Doodle and Beano were in the family room in the basement playing make-up. They made up a fictional game in which Doodle was Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and Beano was her friend mouse. I was in the office checking my email. I hear things like, "Now I wanted to ride you." "Ya, and you got on but I was so frozen from being in the North Pole too long that you kept falling off." Then in the same make believe voice I heard Beano say, "ya, then there was water coming in the wall." At that moment I thought, wow, they sure do think of some weird things when they're playing. The next thing I know Doodle is running in the office screaming, "There's water coming in the wall!" It was surreal. I thought they just wanted me to play too so I came in the family room with them. And sure enough there was water coming up the basement floor!
It turns out the guys outside had hooked their hose to our water faucet on the outside of our house to mix water with the concrete. Well, little did they (or I for that matter) know that that pipe had frozen during the winter and when they turned the water on it burst. So then we did this.
We pulled up the carpet and the carpet pad to try to dry it out. That was my feeble attempt to fix the problem. See how the carpet pad is still wet all along that wall?
Mr Bird came home that night and pulled the carpet and pad out twice as far as I did. We had fans blowing on the things to try dry them out. Good thing we live in a desert. We had to leave it that way for 3 days. Three days of no going outside, no walking on my treadmill, no watching TV, which we really don't do a lot of anyway, but it may have been nice since we were trying to stay indoors. Not to mention no playing make-up in the living room.
The living room is all put back together now, thank goodness. I even let the kids watch TV today, just because we could. They are coming tomorrow to pour the foundation walls. Then it will just be a measly 7-10 days before we can start framing. This is taking too long!Hopefully once we start building it will go pretty fast!
Wish me luck! I need to find things to do to keep me sane while I wait!