Tuesday, December 27, 2016

This Kid

This kid turned four almost a week ago.

She kills me. At this moment, she is currently not taking a nap like she is supposed to be doing. Rather, she's building a tent and trying to move her bed so she can fit in it or under it or something like that.

I'm letting it slide.

Another crash and another "whoops" and maybe I should rethink the whole independence, etc.

Meh, the house is quiet sans those crashes and she is happy. Every few minutes she runs up front to ask if she can get more blankets. I politely say no. She turns and runs down the hall, heading directly for the closet where the closets are.

Now she is hungry and wanting to take Cheez-Its to her room. I draw the line. No one steals my Cheez-its. Cheez-its are not allowed in the back, only in the kitchen.

Fuzzy isn't sleeping much these days, either. Per Husband, he chirps from about 4am-6am. It doesn't bother me and I sleep right through it. Apparently, Husband doesn't. #MOTY

Bennie is snacking on M&Ms and a cookie at the table and her curls are out of control on this overcast and drizzly day. Spirals that would make Shirley Temple jealous- and they are standing completely on end. Thank you for my MIL, a barber by trade- she is the only person in the whole world who knows how to cut curly hair. All kids get piled in the bathtub for haircuts when we head to SmallTown. She can trim hair, pull a kid out from under suds, and find plastic bath toys for four kids at a time.

It's quite impressive.

Christmas came and went again this year. The kids all said that this was the best Christmas ever. Husband and I agree. Bennie is currently looking for Gurgle, our Elf on the Shelf. My response of "He's at the North Pole" was not sufficient for that brain underneath those curls. She found the Gurgle Grabbers (laypeople might know these as tongs)

The past two nights, the girls have slept in a tent that Santa brought down the chimney. They have little lanterns, sleeping bags, and two kid-size Coleman chairs. Since it's too cold outside right now-- high today is a typical 72-- we have this make-shift campsite set up in the playroom. After dinner, they retire to the site where they watch TV, use modern bathroom facilities, and otherwise camp. Because camping = sleeping in a tent until they get uncomfortable and climb up to the blow up mattress outside said tent.

I was a Boy Scout and I know all about camping in the woods. This former Camper does not fault them one bit for finding the blow up mattress. I know all about starting a fire without matches, but that's another story.

Fuzzy is jumping up and down in his crib and Bennie wants to know if she can Doritos AND Pirate Booty to go with her M&Ms and Cookie. Pass that kid a high-test Coca-Cola and she'll be in business.

Time to rescue that almost 2 year old from the nap he is also not taking.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Decorating and all the rest

I just got back from jogging. Of course, let's be honest-- "jogging" is a strong word. A 12 minute mile is my current pace. I have never been a big jogger, but I'm 36 now, so I should be trying new things. Yoga, 1993 Reebok Step Aerobics, Richard Simmons, and hardcore-long-distance walking... those are my things.

Today though, was an accomplishment. I had surgery last week. "Surgery" is a word that looms in the air and inevitably, the next question in one's mind is "What kind?" -- but people, no matter people, are always too polite to ask. If it isn't offered, then the word hangs, waiting to be answered.

I debated about whether saying anything about the surgery on my blog, not because of the surgery, rather the surgery itself has to do with, ahem, parts that are not discussed in good company. Insert words that are too big for auto-correct here. A D&C and ablation were scheduled for last Tuesday in the hopes of preventing a hysterectomy.

Say whaaaaaaa

One week into the expected six week recovery and I have to say that this recovery is better than anything I have experienced over the last year. It's like finally admitting defeat before back surgery and realizing how much pain you were really in. Or, looking back on a part of your life and thinking, "I didn't realize how bad it was until I found out how good it could be."

Let's not dwell on one's nether regions though, kay? This is about what's been going on lately, besides that. {Of course, if you have any questions-- drop me a line-- and I will happily tell you what I know}

Before I went under the knife, we decorated the Christmas tree. After spending $180 on two trees and two wreaths and yelling at the very excited kids far too much, they finally got to start pulling out the ornaments and putting them on the tree.

Somewhere along the line, plastic ornaments must have been on sale. We have so many of them and I have no idea where they came from. NONE. Of course, they came from Target- but when they were purchased... beats me.

But, thankyouJesus, we had them. Fuzzy's favorite toy is a ball and now, apparently, a ball with a  string attached to it that hangs at the bottom of the tree. He pulls it off, throws it, laughs, runs to pick it up, and starts over again. At present, 8 ornaments have hit the trash. Imagine what that number would be if we put the real ones on the tree in the den?

The tree in the living room has the sterling flatware and hand blown ornaments. THAT tree is behind lock and key this year. As presents start piling up under it, a fence will be built around it.

Bless Fuzzy. "He's all boy," as they say.

The house has a fine layer of glitter intermixed with dust over all surfaces and the children are constantly on the prowl for the funny elf, Gurgle, who made his appearance not too long ago.

When this kid smiles-- I don't know what she does, but this is what happens:

When she doesn't think I'm going to take a picture and is actually smiling, something so much more beautiful happens:

My iPhoto software updated a few months ago and it now mirrors how to edit pictures on my phone. With those two pictures above of Birdie, I had to put the second one in black/white because the color balance was crazy off. It's not me, it's not my camera- it's the dang software. Looks like someone is going to be in the market for spending money in the near future. PLTTHHHHH

Fuzzy was all about decorating the tree. And Birdie found a "Gurgle Stocking" -- that is actually my grandfather's stocking that he used to hang on his mantle next to my grandmother's from when we were all small.

It makes me smile.

We leave this week for a Disney Cruise, compliments of my parents. Instead of buying a bunch of things for all of us, they spring for the experience and the memories, which we are all very appreciative of.

Brother and SIL are flying with Niece and Nephew. Let's all pause for a moment of prayer for their sanity.

We're driving.

My cousin is coming in town next week. I don't talk much about this one as he's the baby of the family-- all 26 years of him-- and has lived everywhere from South Georgia to Western Louisiana and many places in between. He's the head golf pro in Memphis, having graduated from Mississippi State a few years ago. The kid is going places. Lucky for me, he's going to swing by Hometown for a few days on the way.

And we're going off the reservation for Christmas brunch this year-- sausage gravy and biscuits. YUM! We don't want pucks to go with our luscious homemade gravy, I'll be picking those up from the local hamburger shack. Best biscuits this side of the Mississippi.

In a nutshell, that's us of recent. There's a kitchen that needs to be cleaned as I made flour yesterday. But, that's another story.

Thoughts on which photo software would be appreciated.