It has to be said: I am a fairly paranoid parent. Somewhat overprotective.
Today was a busy day. I didn't get a shower until 5 p.m. I put Bella and Josie in front of the tv watching Word World to give myself time for a quick shower. I was not in there more than 3 minutes when Belle came running in saying "Someone is at the door."
Josie has discovered she can open doors...so I had locked and dead bolted the door. The handle lock seems to stop her but I figured I couldn't be too cautious. I would be safe for 5 minutes in the shower.
You know how your heart drops a little and you think things like..."well crap, I left the window open so the person at the door knows we are home because the tv is on." I told Bella that I was in the shower and couldn't come out to answer the door and that she was NOT to open it.
I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and got out of Dodge. I figured Bella would be standing at the window by the door motioning that she couldn't answer it...so the person would be sort of standing there waiting to see if anyone was home with 2 little kids. As I was getting dressed, in record time, Bella runs in and hands me a flyer. "He was an internet guy, mom." HOLY COW she opened the door. I was stunned. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD HER NOT TO ANSWER THE DOOR WITHOUT AN ADULT AROUND? And how the heck did she get the dead bolt open?
I tried to be calm and told her I had asked her NOT to answer the door. My sweet, innocent, little girl said, "He was a good guy mom...it's ok." I am trying to imagine the conversation that had gone on between the two of them. There are so many what if's to this situation I cringe.
Once the door is open Josie usually runs as fast as she can away from the house. I'm so glad she didn't get out. Or that he caught her and put her back in. I'm glad he was one of the "good guys" and that he wasn't standing there when Bella handed me the flyer.
Needless to say Bella got a lecture and we are getting a chain lock for the door...up high. Or those plastic dealie's to put on the door handle. Or a guard to stand watch...or something.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
You won't believe this...I'm not making it up.
We went to Idaho to visit some friends a week or so ago. It was beautiful and who knew there was so much to do in Idaho? Coeur D'alene...neat place. Lots of biking, water sports, trails. Really cool.
We were on our way to the Hiawatha trail...cool, awesome, fun!! ..driving through town...and what do my eyes behold? A sign!!! One of those little A-frame signs outside a hardware store. I did a double take. It said...and I'm not lying..."Anti Monkey Butt powder". I asked Steve if he saw it and he said no. I thought my eyes might have deceived me. I mean...sheesh!
Steve and I laughed a bit and had quite a conversation. We decided since it was a biking, athletic type town that possibly his brother Doug (who is a very biking, athletic...in a "I'm going to ride off a cliff or ride a zillion miles race-type fella) would have an inkling if this was something in the biking world. So...I texted him. A little while later we received a text back along the lines that he never heard of it and it sounded like some sort of alternate universe thing...run away fast.
So...of course we drove back. I think Steve wanted to make sure I hadn't been dipping into...well whatever you dip into to make you say, "hey, did you see that sign that said it had Anti-Monkey Butt Powder on sale?" It was real. I was redeemed and took pictures!! I mean the odds of seeing that again are SLIM. Steve even went in and bought a bottle. :-) There were two kinds...regular and lady's. He bought the lady's...I am not actually sure if there was a reason behind that. Hmm.
Straight from the bottle...these are not my words: "Say Good-bye to Chafed Thighs. Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder is specially formulated with patented satiny smooth powder to minimize the frictional discomfort that women often experience when using exercise equipment, running, driving, cycling or just walking. Its unique ingredients work quickly to absorb sweat and provide cooling effective relief of irritation on the inner thighs and other areas of the skin prone to rubbing." Then on to say: Indoors or outdoors, work or play, or on occasions when you're on your butt all day, don't let your buns get red. Instead use Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder for all day protection."
I'm almost speechless. Steve asked the cashier about it and was told it was one of his best sellers...duh! I mean the white elephant quality of this item is priceless. But no...the cashier said a lot of people use it for motorcycle rides, running, and biking. They swear by it!!
So...there is an alternate universe. It's called Sherman's Hardware store in Coeur D'alene Idaho.
Side note: It smells like baby powder and I did not notice it seemed and different than regular powder. But than...I can't say I've ever thought..."sheesh I wish I had something for this feeling of monkey butt that I have. You'd think someone would make something for that." I did, however, get a vision from years ago. We were at Six Flags in St. Louis. We had just been on the ride that splashes down and you get soaked. Steve and I were noticing as we walked farther and farther away from the ride that our children (Chels, Jaz, and Kenzi) were walking mighty funny. You know how kids look when they are wet or have had an accident...like they are trying to keep their thighs from rubbing and chafing? Not that they are thinking those words. BUT...I'm thinking amusement/water parks could make a killing selling Anti-Monkey Butt powder.
The pictures will be posted as soon as Kenzi finds the cord to transfer her pics to the computer! :-)
We were on our way to the Hiawatha trail...cool, awesome, fun!! ..driving through town...and what do my eyes behold? A sign!!! One of those little A-frame signs outside a hardware store. I did a double take. It said...and I'm not lying..."Anti Monkey Butt powder". I asked Steve if he saw it and he said no. I thought my eyes might have deceived me. I mean...sheesh!
Steve and I laughed a bit and had quite a conversation. We decided since it was a biking, athletic type town that possibly his brother Doug (who is a very biking, athletic...in a "I'm going to ride off a cliff or ride a zillion miles race-type fella) would have an inkling if this was something in the biking world. So...I texted him. A little while later we received a text back along the lines that he never heard of it and it sounded like some sort of alternate universe thing...run away fast.
So...of course we drove back. I think Steve wanted to make sure I hadn't been dipping into...well whatever you dip into to make you say, "hey, did you see that sign that said it had Anti-Monkey Butt Powder on sale?" It was real. I was redeemed and took pictures!! I mean the odds of seeing that again are SLIM. Steve even went in and bought a bottle. :-) There were two kinds...regular and lady's. He bought the lady's...I am not actually sure if there was a reason behind that. Hmm.
Straight from the bottle...these are not my words: "Say Good-bye to Chafed Thighs. Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder is specially formulated with patented satiny smooth powder to minimize the frictional discomfort that women often experience when using exercise equipment, running, driving, cycling or just walking. Its unique ingredients work quickly to absorb sweat and provide cooling effective relief of irritation on the inner thighs and other areas of the skin prone to rubbing." Then on to say: Indoors or outdoors, work or play, or on occasions when you're on your butt all day, don't let your buns get red. Instead use Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder for all day protection."
I'm almost speechless. Steve asked the cashier about it and was told it was one of his best sellers...duh! I mean the white elephant quality of this item is priceless. But no...the cashier said a lot of people use it for motorcycle rides, running, and biking. They swear by it!!
So...there is an alternate universe. It's called Sherman's Hardware store in Coeur D'alene Idaho.
Side note: It smells like baby powder and I did not notice it seemed and different than regular powder. But than...I can't say I've ever thought..."sheesh I wish I had something for this feeling of monkey butt that I have. You'd think someone would make something for that." I did, however, get a vision from years ago. We were at Six Flags in St. Louis. We had just been on the ride that splashes down and you get soaked. Steve and I were noticing as we walked farther and farther away from the ride that our children (Chels, Jaz, and Kenzi) were walking mighty funny. You know how kids look when they are wet or have had an accident...like they are trying to keep their thighs from rubbing and chafing? Not that they are thinking those words. BUT...I'm thinking amusement/water parks could make a killing selling Anti-Monkey Butt powder.
The pictures will be posted as soon as Kenzi finds the cord to transfer her pics to the computer! :-)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Prayer...
Bella said prayers tonight. She was asking for blessings..."bless we have a good sleep, bless we have a safe day." Little kiddo stuff.
Then she said, "Bless we get husbands. Amen."
We sat there for a couple seconds and then busted out laughing. I swear she will be our first one married. Look out boys...Bella is on her way! Word of caution...She wants 200 kids. :-)
Then she said, "Bless we get husbands. Amen."
We sat there for a couple seconds and then busted out laughing. I swear she will be our first one married. Look out boys...Bella is on her way! Word of caution...She wants 200 kids. :-)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The other day my brother-in-law posted about their new puppy. She is cute as can be, but is not potty trained.
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Delightful
I don't know about your household...but getting my kids to help me do housework is a struggle to say the least. Except children under the age of 5, they always want to "help"! :-)
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Our older children...
Do we have older children living here? Sometimes I forget.
I realized that I frequently post about the littlest kidlets...but teenager + don't get much type time. It's because they are never here! I've looked. If I'm not out picking up or dropping off it's because one has taken the car and vamoosed.
IF they are home they stay downstairs and read...that would be the life. Lay around in bed and read and watch movies all day. Ok...I am exaggerating. They are quite busy with work, school stuff, color guard, plays, parades, and friends. Chelsea spends an enormous amount of time on the computer researching. She is our budding writer. She works a lot at Jamba Juice. Jasmine has read upwards of 30 books this summer. When she's not volunteering as a princess (at a non-profit organization) or volunteering at the opera institute class thingy. Kenzi is our color guard, band, parade girl. Not old enough to drive (close) but she does hitch rides with Chelsea and Jasmine to friends houses.
When they are home they do watch the little one's for me. That's so nice. It's great not to have to take kids to dr's appointments and such. It has worked out this summer that one of them is usually here to do that for me. What am I going to do when school starts? Chelsea and Jasmine pretty much gone for the school year and Kenzi busy, busy, busy with band. (Which...who knew band was sooooo much work?) I don't know if we (me, Isabella, and Josie) are ready for college/school to start.
I will have to pay closer attention while the "older" girls are home so I can write down things that happen with them.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
No offense...naked!!
Ok. I discovered a week or so ago that some people get offended at the word "naked". If I was streaking through a wedding reception or through the neighborhood I could completely understand the objection to the word...(and actions mentioned above).
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
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