Kid stuff

The other day I was shaving my legs in the bathtub when Matthias came in and asked what I was doing. I said I was shaving my legs, just like Daddy shaves his face. Matthias made a face and said,"You mean you have a beard on your legs!"

This morning I was laying in bed when I heard Callah ask Matthias to move something. He didn't do it right away 'cos she then said, "c'mon, you can do it! You have muscles!"

Matthias' favourite thing to watch on TV lately has been the Crocodile Hunter on Animal Planet. He's been collecting snakes, spiders and lizards for a few months now and has quite a collection. It's fun to watch him jump around these snakes, say "crikey!" and try to grab the head before it turns around and bites him. Kids have amazing imaginations!

Matthias and Callah are on a marriage blitz. Every day Callah asks Matthias to marry her and then she gets all dressed up in her princess clothes (complete with tiara and high heels!) and asks Matthias to dance with her. The funny part tho' is if Matthias does something she doesn't like, then right away, she says "I'm not going to marry you anymore! I'm going to marry Mommy!" And then Matthias goes off and plays with his transformers. If only marriage were that simple.

Last night at our small group I heard a funny joke. I can't remember how it went exactly so I googled it, couldn't find it, but I found this one instead and it's pretty similiar.

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy, picked out a box of Tampax and proceeded to the checkout counter. The man at the counter asked the older boy, “Son, how old are you?”

“Eight,” the boy replied.

The man, perplexed but intrigued, couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know what these are used for?”

The boy replied, “Not exactly, but they aren’t for me. They’re for him (pointing to the boy who came in with him). He’s my little brother. He’s four. We heard that if you use these, you would be able to swim and ride a bike. He can’t do either one.”

sheesh

Okay, I just saw Britney Spear's new video Gimme More. I'd be so embarassed if that was my mom. Those poor kids.

Spinning tattoos

The last couple of days my head has been in a spin. I don't know whether to come or go. Do this or that. So I usually wind up sitting on the couch, watching some TV and drinking a nice cold drink (which really isn't doing me any good, you know, considering my weight problem and all...). Sooner or later ('sooner' I know will come and bite me in the butt) I'll get my rear in gear and work will have to be done. But for now, I sit.

The other day the kids gave me a Surf's Up tattoo on my arm, just under my bicep. I've kinda gotten used to having it there and like the idea of looking down or catching it out of the corner of my eye. I've always wanted a tattoo. When I was about 15, I loved this mountain biker named Missy Giove. She had piercings and tattoos and was super cool (in my opinion). I would draw pictures of her in art class. After I graduated I went out and got my nose pierced. My Mom freaked and threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn't take it out. So I did. That was a $65 lesson. I'll be honest and admit it looked dumb anyway, but the tattoo dream still stood. And still stands. My sister moved out of my parent's house a few years back and got a tattoo on her back. They haven't disowned her or anything, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe. I used to think a map of Canada on my shoulder blades would be cool. You know in case I ever got lost or something... Then I changed my mind and now all I want is a celtic cross. I don't really care where. Arms, legs, back. Wherever. I just have this urge to be inked (which reminds me of this one time I went to a youth event at Briercrest and for some silly reason I had over 250 people their name on my body in marker...talk about being inked!) Oh well, for now I guess penguins will have to do.

idiots

what is this?

At our small group on Thursday we gave ourselves homework; we are suppossed to find joy (or rather be more suprised by joy) in something every day and then write it down (for the record) and bring it back next Thursday to report. Well. It would appear that I'm having a harder go at it then I thought. I just read this load of croc and can't believe the idiots out there today.

Joy...where are you?

venting

I'm extremely ticked off right now. I was just told that I need to loose weight b'cos I'm getting to that stage where I'm too unhealthy to play with the children.

Excuse me? What the crap?

I don't care who you are, I know I need to loose some weight, I don't need people telling me that.

Thanks.

Have a *bleepin* good day to you too!

yeah...I got nothing...

Sometimes thinking of something clever to write as the "title" is the hardest part.

I love listening to Galaxy's celtic station. I swear I was born about 100 years too late (my great great grandfather or something was from Scotland) and of course on the wrong continent 'cos I love anything to do with anything celtic. There are times when I don't feel like listening to rock, and times when CBC radio makes me want to scratch my eyeballs out, but no matter how I'm feeling I'm finding I can always turn that station on and listen. It soothes my headaches, calms my throbbing, smokin' tempers and makes me tap my feet and want to jig when I'm in a good mood to start. You gotta give it a listen if you never have before. Ch 742 on Galaxy.

Alot of people seem to be on the topic of love lately. My 'group' (we're not a bible study group, but we're not a book group...what do we call ourselves again?) is reading a book by Henri Nouwen right now and the topic we're stuck on is Joy. Looking back over my life (and I was thinking about this the other night. I'm reading this quiet moments for Mothers book and the first story was about how mother's make memorable moments for our children that last a lifetime and sadly, when I look back on my life all I remember or think of now is all the heartache I caused my Mother and the complete pain in the arse I was...not the kind of memories I want to remember, which got me thinking about the memories I'm creating for my children. Do I want them remembering me as the grouchy, busy Mom who never plays with them and spanks them and stuff? Not exactly. Wake up Lisa! Time to change roles!) there were times of pure joy. They may seem few and far between, but they're there. The one that always pops into my head first was on a sunny day in March of 2001. I was seeing Steve (we hadn't dated yet, just alot of hanging out) and I was walking to his house from my Grandma's apartment. I was rounding the corner of 4th Ave and Marquis (by Nutter's) when I felt a sense of complete peace and contentment. Joy. At that moment I knew nothing could go wrong. Nothing was going to hurt or harm me. All was right with the world. I was invincible. Even now when I think about it, the kids could be screaming and freakin' out (luckily they're not) and for a few simple seconds I'd still feel that sense of pure joy. I don't know if love had everything to do with it, I'm sure it helped, as I'm also sure in some way the two are entwined. But that was a moment of great joy to me that will forever stick out in my memory.

This morning the kids and I went to another Mom's house for a visit. This is something I do rarely, but you know what? I loved it! I've had invites for playdates before, but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking "yeah sure, they're just offering to be nice, but they don't really want my gang to all come over" and I usually wind up sitting at home feeling sad and depressed for myself 'cos I have no friends. Then I finally gather up some balls and go to a friends house and have a great time! I wonder why we do that? Why do we choose to wallow in our own self pity, internally screaming out for a break and a friendship, when all around us other Mother's are thinking and doing the same thing? Or am I the only one? If that's the case, please don't tell me, just go along with my little thought and agree. So you know what? My house may be small, but if anyone wants to come over, please come! I have a bucketfull of rockets and a tin of Starbucks coffee (and the other usual drinks altho' I'm out of rum, you may have to wait a few days if you want rum). Anyway, to that Mom who had us over (she didn't really even invite us, we kinda invited ourselves)...thank you. You have no idea what that meant to me. Thanx.

And for awhile there it was snowing. I painted my toenails blue so that when I wear my flip flops they'll blend in with the colour of my frozen toes, but now that it's snowing I may just have to put away my 'classy' footgear for another 8 months. Oh the woe of having to wear socks and shoes again...

The next few weeks at Mom's are sure not to be missed (is that right? That doesn't sound right). The 16th is a marriage talk by Amy Hollands. Amy has been thru alot emotionally dealing with miscarriages and loss of babies. Promises to be a very good heartfelt morning. Then it's the start of our video series "Making Children Mind Without Losing Yours "by Kevin Leman. And closing out October is our feature with therapist Crystal Debeck. If you've ever jumped and lost your bladder you won't want to miss this talk. So come check us out Tuesday mornings starting at 9:30 at the Alliance Church (corner of 6th Ave.W and 28th).

dah dum...dah dum...dah dum

(yeah, that was the theme to jaws...)

One of the things that I dreaded most about sending Matthias to school has finally happened.


Someone


in his class


has


head lice!


Eeek!

I don't know why but that totally freaks me out (hmmm...could be the thought of teeny tiny little bugs ALL OVER YOUR HEAD). As soon as he came in and I saw the handout, I'm like "get to the bathroom and DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!" Thankfully it's not him, not yet (please God no, please God no). So we'll see what happens. Anybody have any cool head checking ideas??

so...muh....

Dixie is up (and in fine form) and running again and I like what she said about it being hard to shut off the "this would be really good on my post if I write it like this" kind of attitude that seems to be running thru my mind almost every day. But then I sit down here and it's like my brain vomits, literally, I think it actually feels sick and so I wind up simply checking my e-mail and facebook and getting off. It's not that I feel compelled or a need to write, and usually the little snippets that I have, I don't think are really worth it. I don't know if that means I should go on hiatus for awhile or what. Maybe I'll just write down all my snippets and then one day just throw them all out there for you to read. That could be disturbing!

Anyway, for now I'll leave you with this...
Steve and I went to our pastor/spouse retreat last week (which by the way everyone survived - including the dog and the 2 cats my sister brought with her) and one of the speakers there was a pastor named Eugene Cho. He was a funny and smart little Korean man that I found myself actually wanting to wake up and listen to every morning. He spoke very frankly and down to earth and told alot of stories (which I love!). One of his stories was about Amy Grant and how at the time that she went secular he belonged to a group that went completely against her. They burnt her cd's, they boycotted everything to do with her. One day a friend of his offered him a free ticket to one of her shows, and he took it and went to her concert. Somewhere in the middle she stopped singing and gave sort of a testimony/ explanation/ reason for her jump into the secular world. She said she felt like God was calling her to be a light to the world, not just a light to the lighted.
I really liked that comment. I'm not sure why, I'd like to think it's not just a bitterness thought aimed at my M.I.L. (she would've thought this guy was on a straight in narrow right into the pits of hell!) but something that I want to think about for me.
And in the period of Thanksgiving he also told some stories of immigrants and how one time there were a group on a plane and they wound up wetting their pants 'cos they couldn't believe that there could possibly be toilets on an airplane. Or how he hosted a family (from Korea I think) and they were amazed that a little switch on the wall could turn lights off and on, which they tried repeatedly (he said that the first 5 minutes was cute but after that it got a little annoying). Think of all the things that we take for granted and should be thankful for.

So there you go. The photo above wasn't taken at the top, to our benefit we only had an hour (up and down), it was snowing...alot and windy and I will honestly fess up to nearly puking...but I didn't...and I am thankful for that.

a little worried

Tomorrow morning bright and early, well early for me anyway, Steve and I are off to Canmore for our Covenant Pastor and Spouse Retreat. I love how they call it a "retreat" 'cos we have to drive 8 hours there and back and the whole thing is only 3 days to begin with so technically we're only there for 1.5 days, and the drive is anything but relaxing. Anyway, off topic.

Tomorrow we leave and we leave our children behind. True I've left them before, those who know me know that I usually have no problem with that, but this time I'm a wee bit nervous. My sister is watching them while we're away. She's watched the 2 of them before, but it's adding the 3rd one that worries me. So if you think of me these next few days, pray for her and my children. And pray that everyone gets fed, including Gus the dog, no one gets hurt and they all still have hair by the time we get back.

Thank you.

Happy Birthday!

Hard to believe my little boy is now 5 years old.

Even tho' I know you'll probably never see this...Happy Birthday buddy. Mommy loves you.

ha ha

I used to watch this show all the time.

foot sex

A few weeks ago Steve came home from Davidners with 3 pairs of J.B.Field's Naturals wool socks. These aren't just any wool socks, their 96% Merino Wool socks. Oh yeah baby. I asked him what's so great about these socks. He said they just feel so good. Kinda like sex for you feet. So today I went out and bought me a pair of these socks.

Let the good times roll!

Look out!

The almonds are coming! The almonds are coming!! Kids everywhere are selling chocolate covered almonds!

I'm listening to the radio right now (sadly one of my favourite stations is The Wolf out of Regina) and Led Zeppelin Stairway to Heaven is on. Do you remember back in high school when this song was everything? Well it was for me. If you went to a school dance, it was almost a guarantee that this song would be the "final song". And then if you weren't dancing that last song, you might as well write "L-O-S-E-R" on your forehead with permanent marker. Man....those were the good ol' days (heavy on the sarcasm). I remember dancing to Bryan Adams Everything I Do (I do it for you) with this totally hot guy and we didn't know there was an extended version of the song ('cos they never played it on the radio) so the time comes when it normally would end and we start pulling away, but then the song keeps going! Talk about embarrassment.

Yikes I was just googling Stairway to Heaven and there's some questionable content in that song. I did not know that. Did anyone else know that? Hmmm....

So yesterday at Mom's we had Mel Shatula come talk to us. She's a super great talker. If I had the money I would pay her to be my personal trainer. She just seems really down to earth and easy to talk to. Anyway she had lots to say about fat, muscle and eating right. I don't know if I actually knew this before, but she mentioned that you burn more calories when you have more muscle, so you can't just do cardio all the time, you have to actually work the muscles (i.e. weightlift) to get the full effect. So the past 6 months of running and biking haven't really done me anything. Great. Hopefully now we'll actually see some benefits, now that I know what I'm doing.

oh yes!! Guess what starts up again tomorrow??

SURVIVOR!

I'm sadly very excited to begin watching the latest installment of deceitful, half naked humans backstabbing their way to a million dollars. I'm pulling for James the gravedigger. And did anyone catch the first episode of Kid Nation? Apparently there's quite the scandal about the whole idea. In my opinion, if the kid wants to go, let them go.

I'm just going to keep linking shows from cbs....I love the announcers voice. It's like the movie preview's guys voice. Ha ha, makes me laugh.

sing it with me!

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
mutilated monkey meat
little birdies dirty feet
great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
and I forgot my spoon
but I got my straw....
ssssllllllurp!!


Tomorrow Melanie Shatula is coming to Mom's to do some exercise stuff and talk about upcoming classes she's teaching. Should be a good time. Dress comfortably.

Also coming up, Thursday Sept 27, is Mom's Nite Out. Meet at BP's at 6 pm and we'll head over to Minto around 8 pm. This is always a good time and lot's of laughs. See you there!

WARNING...I'm having an emotional day!!

Yesterday I was laying in bed praying that my bladder would hold 'cos it felt cold in the house and my bed was warm, and I wasn't looking forward to jumping out of bed, when I heard the sound of footprints on our 'security' monitor (an old baby monitor we rigged up outside after all 4 of our tires were slashed last winter). I jumped out of bed and ran to the back door to look outside. Sure enough there was this guy walking around our back yard checking out our wheel barrow. He then went to the garage door, took the padlock off (it wasn't locked, but the garage door was) and then went to our van. I yelled for Steve. The guy tried all our doors, only to find them locked. Steve ran over, in his shorts, slipped on some shoes and a jacket and went outside to talk to the guy (and get our padlock back). Instead of running away, the guy reached into his jacket and lunged after Steve. I ran to phone the cops. Apparently the groundskeeper from the school across the street (Won-ska cultural school) saw the whole thing and was coming towards them too. She had also phoned the cops. I later found out that the guy had pulled a sock that had a rock tied into it out of his jacket and had swung that at Steve. I don't know what finally scared him off, but he got back on "his" mountain bike and biked off down the alley. Of course he was completely gone when the cops finally showed up. No harm was done to anyone or anything, a good thing considering we had just had our front windshield replaced 2 weeks ago. All that before 7 am yesterday.

Needless to say we had a rough night last night as well. Steve said he dreamt about a fight and getting beaten up. And every little noise I heard on the monitor made me wake up and listen closely. I hope tonite will be better.

Matthias is at school today. His 2nd full day (he had a 1/2 day on Tuesday). I had an early errand to run so I decided to drive by the school and check out how he was doing. It was before the first bell rang. I parked the van across the street and looked for my little man. I saw him ontop a slide trying to get back down the stair side. I thought that was odd. He's never done that before. I continued to watch as he came down and went over to 2 boys. They buddied up and kept turning away from him. Then they ran away from him. Matthias would catch up and the boys would run and hide from him. Matthias would loose them and stand by himself. He looked so lost. I started bawling and had to lock the door so I wouldn't jump out and go comfort my little boy. For the past 5 years I've tried so hard to keep him safe, and now he's stepped into the world, out of my grasp and there's nothing I can do. So I sat there and cried. 2 other boys then came up to him and one looked a bit bigger than Matthias. The bigger boy pushed him. Matthias ran away and the boys followed him and pushed him again. I wanted to go over to this kid and push him, see how he liked it. Tell him to leave my kid alone! Then the bell rang and they all ran to line up. I started the van and drove slowly away. When I got home I just hugged Steve and cried.

Tonite I'm going to a fundraiser for a fellow Mom. She's been coming to Mom's Morning Out for a few years now and she's a regular Mom's Nite Out-er. She has 2 girls (4 and 2 years old) and is currently pregnant with twins. She recently found out that one of these little babies has Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome. It means that he has an extra 18th chromosome, which causes severe birth defects. His chance of survival is slim. There is a 50% chance of him surviving birth. If he makes it he has a 50% chance of surviving the first month and if he makes that he then has only a 5-10% chance of making it to his first birthday. The Mom is a stay-at-home mom and her hubby will be taking time off to be with her, in S'toon, while they go through this. So her sister-n-law is having this fundraiser. I'm sure it'll be an emotional evening.

And I just burnt my cookies.

so far this week...

Looking back I can say that Sunday was good. True the Kez was super fussy at church, but she did finally fall asleep (the last 5 minutes of the service...but who's counting?). The sun was shining, we all had naps. Steve and I went to see 3:10 to Yuma (true we went on different nights, but it felt like we were there together...) which is awesome! We were looking forward to events starting up this week. Yes, it was going to be a good week.

Then came the phone calls. Now if you're a regular reader of this blog, you'll know that my in-laws are not on my 'MY5 List'. They're not even on MY10 list (if there was such a thing). So you should know where this is going. This Sunday Steve turns 30 (which again, I know it's a "big" birthday, but really shouldn't we be just as excited by him turning 31? Or 29? Isn't the point to celebrate another year of the person's life??) and way back when we were talking about what he wanted to do for his birthday. The idea came up of having a guy's poker night. Cool. He can do that and then on his birthday I'll make a cheesecake and we can celebrate as a family. Well, apparently that's just not good enough. His brother is coming up Friday for the poker night and sort of invited himself to stay till Sunday. Great. I love him. We get along sooo well (heavy on the sarcasm). His mother sounded all cheated, so we talked a bit more and decided that we'd go out for supper and then come back here for a cake and ice cream deal (we're going out b'cos all Steve's mom does is cook. She has shelves of recipe books and a normal meal consists of like 4 salads, home made bread - that she ground her own flour for, 2 types of meat or a main dish that could easily feed like 20, and a huge dessert - usually something homemade like pie or a cake - and not a mix cake, oh no, this is a made from scratch cake - and anyway, I just don't feel up to the pressure of cooking to impress, when all we had originally wanted was a private family birthday). Now where was I....ah yes. Again, not good enough. She wants to drive out to Narrow Hills for a picnic. But wait? Isn't this Steve's birthday? Shouldn't he be able to decide what he wants to do? So all day yesterday we're stressing out and talking about this weekend, that we were originally looking forward to, and now almost dreading. Let's just say it took awhile to get to sleep last night, and sadly not for all the good reasons, if you know what I mean. *wink wink, nudge, nudge*

This morning was the first Mom's Morning Out. Good to see so many new faces and the oldies (but goodies!) too. It always nice to get back and talk with Mom's you haven't seen in a few months. Next week we have Melanie Shatula coming to do some fitness stuff. Last spring she did an exercise ball workout with us that was pretty awesome.

I read this today on Bonnie's blog. It's a good read and something to keep in mind as we, Mom's, slug our way thru the day and sometimes wonder just what we're doing it all for. I know I wonder that sometimes, especially like now, when the kids are all suppossed to be laying down for a nap and I can hear Matthias running around upstairs, Callah is down - that I know and Keziah is on the couch beside me. I lay her on her back and she rolls over, pinning her left arm uncomfortably underneath her causing her to cry. I lay her on her stomach and she cries. I lay her on her back again and she rolls over, pinning her arm underneath her once again. So begins the cycle and our "quiet" nap time is ruined.

I had a good laugh today when a Mom and I were discussing our "diet" and wondering why the donuts and ice cream weren't magically working off the pounds. Wouldn't that be awesome? If someone invented a pastry or ice cream that would actually work off the pounds while you ate it? You could make a fortune!

If only.

Now to forage out, in the rain, with my 3 kids and do some grocery shopping.

I have a confession...

...to make.

I like to eat the raisins out of the Raisin Bran box.

last fling

Yesterday we went on our last holiday fling to the big city (Saskatoon). We left yesterday morning, bright and early, hit Tim's for some crappy tea, went back home to pick up some stuff we had forgotten (life jackets, razor and pablum), stopped at Turks for lukewarm coffee and a weak steamer and made it onto Hwy 11 before realizing Steve had forgotten his sun glasses. We were beginning to wonder if maybe we shouldn't be going. However, the rest of the drive there was uneventful.

First thing we did when we hit the city was stop at Broadway Roasters for some Monk tea ( and as I look back now I should've bought some hot chocolate 'cos they are one of the few places that make their hot chocolate with actual chocolate milk that in my opinion tastes WAY better than chocolate syrup in white milk) then off to the exciting Saskatoon zoo. Now if you haven't been to many zoos I strongly recommend going to the Saskatoon zoo before hitting a bigger zoo, something like Calgary. Otherwise, the whole time you're walking around looking at animals that you would normally hit on Saskatchewan highways, you're children will be like "where are the dinosaurs? I want to look at something else? Are the elephants here?" etc, etc. Doesn't really enhance the viewing pleasure. Altho' the bull elk was quite aggressive and would charge the fence everytime a vehicle would drive by. That was pretty cool.

Then there was the fishing pond. Now I have to say that lately I find fishing quite relaxing and soothing. It doesn't really matter that I haven't caught anything. However, when the stupid fish are jumping all around the place where you've cast your line, that can tend to be kind of nerve wracking to say the least. And before you know it, the peaceful lull of casting and reeling in is covered by a gentle stream of "loving" words geared towards fish. All in all, an hour well spent.

Now off to the Days Inn. Luckily, for some freakish reason yesterday every major road in Saskatoon was either closed or backed up thanks to construction and a stopped train. So travel on Circle, Idyllwyld, 20th, 22nd, and Warman were completely retarded. It took us over an hour to get from the Days Inn to Fuddruckers. Anyway I skipped ahead of myself. So we decided to stay at the Days Inn 'cos they've been really good to us in the past. This time was no exception. We even got Shrek goodie bags for the kids. We thought the pool and waterslide would be a nice treat after a day of walking around and we were right. Add onto that the fact that we actually remembered the kids life jackets (after forgetting the first time I mean) and it was clearly a highlight. The best thing that happened tho', I'd have to say was when Matthias came down the slide and swallowed a bunch of water, which in turn made him cough spasmodically, making me grab him and hold him against me to pat his back which resulted in him throwing up down the front of my swim suit. Good thing I have cups, otherwise that mess would've wound up in the pool!! Ha... ha... ha...

One thing I regret was not taking the camera into the hotel with us. There were plenty of memorable moments playing fish on the beds with the new Shrek cards, jumping from bed to bed and making Keziah shriek with glee. Today wasn't as eventful. We did some shopping, went swimming again (and not to be outdone by her brother, Callah, not wearing her life jacket, right before we were going back to the room, walked right up to the waters edge, plugged her nose, actually said, "weee!" and jumped into the deep end feet first. Steve dove in after her, but it'll take a few days to get the image of her eyes, open looking at us, as she was going down, out of my head) and hit a cool playground before piling back into the van and coming home.

Now I can say that summer is over.
I feel content, at least for awhile.
A new year is upon us.
Change is in the wind and things are happening.

Did I mention that Matthias has to catch the bus at 8:12 am? I don't get out of bed until after 8:30 if I can help it.

Summer please come back!

proud grandma

"So when does Matthias start school?"
"Actually his first day is today."
"Ahh...first day of learning how to swear."

*conversation as told to Lisa by Steve (with his Mom).

This is what I have to deal with.

whereabouts

This is what happens when spur of the moment meets strategically planned. Note Callah is wearing a grubby ol' Dora shirt and the jeans that she's wearing, the fly won't stay up, so her shirt is perfectly stretched over the zipper. Nice. Goes very well with The Kez's fancy flower print.

So we just got back from 4 days holiday at a cabin. Note to self: might want to tell someone where we're going or at least that we are infact going somewhere so people will know and stop leaving messages on our answering machine wondering if we're dead. But in fact, if we were dead, we wouldn't be checking our messages 'cos last I heard dead men check no messages. Or at least that's what I heard. I could be wrong.

For those who know Kim Dunphy, it was brought to my attention that she's recently joined the world of blogging. You can check her out here and she'll be added to the list on the side.

Have you seen those furry, fat caterpillars? Steve informed me the other day, while driving on the highway, that he really hates running over them (if you've been on a highway lately you may have noticed that they are ALL OVER THE ROAD). I said," good luck! How can you miss?" To his credit, he started swerving attempting to avoid contact with the little buggers. That's my husband!

Tomorrow Matthias starts Kindergarten. I know I'm more nervous than he is. I'm afraid he'll beat his fellow classmates up. He's becoming more and more "tough" lately. Might have something to do with his Dad actually placing a wager on whether or not he could take down his 6 year old 2nd cousin. Or the fact that his parents struggle with Hulk-like anger issues. Let's face it, he's been doomed from the start! I'm also afraid of him going on the bus. You see all sorts of videos of kids being beaten up on the bus. 5 seems so young to be sending them off into the world! Who's bright idea was that? Hey, the kid just turned 5 let's ship 'em off to some big scary brick building for hours of brain enhancing "fun" play!! Aack! Gag! Forget about whether or not he's ready for this! Am I ready for this?

Sigh.

My little man is growing up.