Wish I had the camera running...

Caleb was putting away (into the sink) his dinner plate, and I noticed he had not quite finished his meal.

I said, "Caleb, you won't get more fruit, if you don't eat the rest of that."

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This is where the video camera would have been, oh, so handy.
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To which he replied, "Hellooooooooooooooo... Gum, MOM!"

Good thing Brant was behind him and Caleb couldn't see Brant nearly shoot beer out his nose with hysterical, but silent laughter.

See, Caleb had another GREAT day at school today. And, since he did, he earned EITHER computer time BEFORE dinner or a piece of gum AFTER dinner.

Apparently he remembered and was ready to take payment on his day done well.

**and, No! I NEVER say that phrase to him... or anyone else. Hellooooooooooooooooooo!**

Just a thought

at the end of church this morning, I had a thought. It feels good. So, I thought I'd share said thought.

With the big, "save the planet" movement, everyone is going green, right?

I think with the big, "save the planet" movement, everyone should go green, and ... go JESUS!

Just a thought.

MoTY?!

Mom of the Year, really? I, too, am honored, Lisa. I didn't even think you knew that I really lurked around your blog. Thanks so much!! I must admit that I had to re-read your blog and actually click on my name, before I even thought that the "Sara" was me. hehehe!


The rules:1. Admit that ONE thing you feel awful about involving being a mom. Get it off your shoulders. Once you've written it down, you are NO LONGER allowed to feel bad. It's over with, it's in the past. remember, you're a good mom!

Monday before last, Caleb had a VERY bad day at school. I'm talking about that day that the teacher in me says, "MY kid would NEVER act this way." He had 10 time-outs or bad behavior sessions AT SCHOOL! The last time he had a bad day, I asked the teacher to write down exactly what happened so I would know the antecedent... what lead up to it ... so we might figure out how we could try to prevent future occurrences. I should just say that meant THREE pages of written notes for that day. ANYWHO... our usual punishment is: for every timeout at school, you get one swat/lick/spank at home. NO WAY could I give him 10 swats. So, we cut that number in half... and made him pick who would give him said punishment. It was either Daddy with bare hands, or Momma with the wooden spoon. He picked me. I made him count out the swats, while holding onto a chair. It was horrible. Also, we took away his favorite toy (the ONLY birthday present he got from us) - Bumble Bee Transformer (for the week), and TV privileges (which, at our house means no Disney Channel while Momma is getting ready in the morning, and no Noggin' at PaPa's house at night) for the week. I just kept praying he would learn his lessons and we would NEVER have to do that again.

2. To remind yourself that you ARE a good mom, list SEVEN things you love about your kids, you love doing with your kids, or that your kids love about you. These are the things to remind yourself of EVERY DAY that you rock!

1. I LOVE reading with Caleb. He's so stinkin' smart, at 4!
2. I LOVE singing with Caleb. You should hear his made up songs! They are hilarious!
3. I LOVE watching Caleb pretend/creative play. He's so creative and inventive!
4. I LOVE watching my boys play together. Who knew that they would have so much love for each other?!
5. I LOVE watching Owen explore. Everything is new and exciting!
6. I LOVE getting sweet, wet, four-teeth-popping, kisses from Owen. YUM!
7. I LOVE when Owen is tired and tries to snuggle with me. He only has eyes for me, that boy. :)

3. Send this to FIVE other moms of the year that deserve forgiveness and a reminder that they, too, are the best moms they can be!!! Remember to send them a note to let them know you've selected them, and add a link to the person who nominated you!

Here are FIVE deserving mommies, in no particular order:

• Mari
• Crystal
• Jenny
• Sarah
• Kelly

Ever so slightly perturbed

I have this friend. If she introduces me to anyone, it's always, "This is Sara. She's my bestest friend in the whole world."

So, I would consider us very good friends. You think?

Well... she is getting RE-re-re-married to her guy... they've split up several times (see divorced and re-married 3 times to the same guy) and now he's sober and a real human, and ... anywho. He proposed (*AGAIN*) last weekend (in the 76904 section of the garage sale ads), and she said yes.

This morning, I was talking to her about how we needed to catch up on the goings on in her household and mentioned that I would have more time to talk after work. She said she wouldn't be available because she is going to get their marriage license today... so they can get RE-re-re-married next Thursday... and honeymoon next weekend.

Um... WHAT?!

So, I am good enough to be called your bestest friend, but not good enough to be told, without coercing, that you are already getting RE-re-re-married? Let alone, be invited or asked to play an important role?

I know, I know... it's a personal problem, here. But, still. I think I deserve to feel sad and ever so slightly perturbed (yet, happy that things are going well).

right?

Two more toofs

Man, it's hard work, cutting teeth!

Owen has been working all of February to cut those top two toofers. They have finally broken through the gums. It look so painful! They've bled and everything!

Stay tuned for a picture update. Just have to hurry up and leave school... get the kids... take the picture... upload it... and presto!

Bad mommy... not taking enough pictures, right now. :(

Instead of going to bed

See what I did?!

But first, I had to download paint.net.

But to open that, I had to download a newer version of winzip.

AND THEN, I spent like -- 2 hours getting it that far. I'm not totally in love with it... but we're getting there.

I have a couple of blogs running around my head. Hopefully more this weekend. I think I saw some time rolling around... and I might be able to catch it on Saturday. *maybe*

I'm NOT an Octopus!!!

So, today I picked up Owen, first... then Caleb. It's usually the other way around. But, since Bible Study is closer to Caleb's daycare... I did the aforementioned.

As we're leaving daycare (I have the keys and Owen in my hands/arms), Caleb tries to hand me his completed school work. I informed him that my arms/hands were full. He should carry that and his jacket. (Mind you, this was TWO pieces of paper and his thin jacket) He informed me that he was, "NOT an OCTOPUS!!! I can't carry three, four, or more things!"

REALLY?! I had no idea. (As I struggled NOT to laugh out loud).

According to the four-year-old

He can now do whatever he wants.
He doesn't have to eat fruit gummy snacks.
He can boss around everyone.
He can wear flip-flops to bed.
He'll be five in a month.

In case you were wondering... none of those will actually be going on at our house. Eighteen is his new magic number for all of the above (save the last one).

Thanks, again, all of you!!! I know it was tough braving the cold. He had a blast (freezing fun - get it!) and loved his gifts. Thank you cards are now in the works... and half a cake to eat. I'm thinking I know some teachers who will eat cake.

Reminder

Caleb would just like to remind you about his party.
Tomorrow, 2 pm, Unidad Park (on College Hills).
We're riding on or in bikes. trikes, scooters, cars (like the Flintstones), skateboards, and strollers.
Hope to see you there!

Nothing Quite Like...

trying to leave the house at 6:45 am to get to daycare by 7 am... only to have Owen cough, cough, projectile puke all over me, himself, and his car seat. Fun!

So, I mopped up the floor, changed my outfit and his... gave each of us a quick, baby wipe bath (no time for real baths), dumped out and mopped up the car seat, and loaded us up for the day.

Thank goodness that his daycare lady and I are friends. I disassembled the car seat and threw it in her washer. I can just imagine the stench if I let it stew in my car during this "unseasonably" warm February day. Y U C K!