Saturday, July 21, 2012
Did he just say that?
So I went to my chiropractor because my back was really hurting and my hand was numb. After I was all popped and loosey goosey feeling, he started saying how nice it must be to finally have a girl. He mentioned his wife's cousin was expecting their 4th and they had all boys and were waiting to find out on the last. But they were hoping for a girl. Yeah, I said, I really loved having my little girl. I then mentioned my friends who had 4 girls and then they had a little boy (cutest little guy). To that he responded "Oh, five. You know I find that everyone who has five is either catholic or farmers." Ah, okay. The only thing that came from my mouth was "Oh my." I really did not know what else to say. Does this mean my friends in MI are secretly farmers? I did see pictures of them with dirt in their front yard. Hummmmm.......Or are they secretly Catholic! And does this mean we will have a 5th!
Friday, July 13, 2012
You think you know a person
Yesterday afternoon, my husband came into my office sat down and proclaimed "I have never enjoyed your baked chicken. It feels slimy going down?" Then he gets up and walks away. How do you even respond to that?! Here after 13 years of marriage, he NOW tells me he does not like my chicken.
So last night, as we lay in bed, I probe "do you like it when I cook it this way, that way, do this or that" and all I get is "No, No, No and No." He then goes on to tell me he really just likes his food all mixed together and he would eat my chicken if I made a one pot wonder. But he thinks the taste of my chicken is okay, he just does not enjoy it. Hummmmmm. We get to talking about how we like our food and how when he was young he would just mix everything together. I laugh and tell him how I was just the opposite (which he already knew) and how I was one that never liked my food to touch.
I guess we have to start cooking our own food. Or he can just continue to suffer and eat what I put in front of him. Hey, if it works for the kids it should work for him to.
So last night, as we lay in bed, I probe "do you like it when I cook it this way, that way, do this or that" and all I get is "No, No, No and No." He then goes on to tell me he really just likes his food all mixed together and he would eat my chicken if I made a one pot wonder. But he thinks the taste of my chicken is okay, he just does not enjoy it. Hummmmmm. We get to talking about how we like our food and how when he was young he would just mix everything together. I laugh and tell him how I was just the opposite (which he already knew) and how I was one that never liked my food to touch.
I guess we have to start cooking our own food. Or he can just continue to suffer and eat what I put in front of him. Hey, if it works for the kids it should work for him to.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Privacy? Not in this house.
So while I was writing my blog, I need to go to the bathroom and just got up and went to our bathroom, closed the door and sat down. Suddenly my first kid yells "Are you going to poop?"
Yeah we share everything in this house.
Yeah we share everything in this house.
What?
You know, Doctors just don't seem to know what to do with you and your kid if you come in for a well baby visit and don't get shots. Let me explain...
Two weeks ago, I received a courtesy call from our children's insurance company stating that we had not taken my daughter in for her 6 month well baby visit. I told her, well that is because I don't plan on her getting any shots and really I don't see the need for it. I was informed of the possibility of something being wrong with my child and that well baby visits are for more then just shots. How would I feel if something was wrong and I neglected to take her in. So, okay true that could happen, but probably not, but I will go ahead and take her in.
So Friday was the day to check her and when I got there I was ushered into a room and went through the drill of weight (17 pounds even), height (67 cm) and head size (did not see that one) and back into the room. I was suppose to be seen "in a minute". Well that minute turned into 1 hour while I listened to the poor boy next door scream about getting a shot. They tried to make it a "plane coming into land" Hahahaah, he was not stupid he knew the shot was on that plane. He actually bolted from the room and I hear the doctor and the nurse chasing him down the hall. His mom yelling from the room to get back in. Boy screams at mom "how can you let them hurt me?". Mom tells boy "You have to do it." Boy tells mom "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and tries to escape again. Hahahaha. Poor kid.
The doctor politely sticks his head in (with the door only open enough to allow in his head) and says "Oh, so sorry, we have a complicated situation going on in the next room. I have not forgotten about you, I will be right in."
So after 15 more minutes I am ready to just leave and in he walks. Dr Bierswerth. He is really a nice fellow. So he claps his hands together and proceeds to tell me that she will get her immunizations and be all set. I politely tell him, no she will not. He looks dazed and confused and refers quickly to her file
Dr. "Is she sick.....????"
Me "No".
Dr. "Do you have any concerns about her progress?"
Me "No".
Dr. "So, well okay, ah, sooooo, why are you here today?"
I explain the "nice" call I received and he says, "ah yes. Okay so let's tell you where she is on the charts so at least we can do something for you."
Weight 40th percentile
Height 45th percentile
Headsize 90th percentile
All my kids have really big heads, what can I say I give birth to tiny genius with huge heads.
So after looking in her ears and telling me things look good and keep doing what I am doing, I get "So if the insurance company calls again, tell them you are fine and you don't need to bring in your baby unless you have some concerns." Hahahaha, so I was right!
Two weeks ago, I received a courtesy call from our children's insurance company stating that we had not taken my daughter in for her 6 month well baby visit. I told her, well that is because I don't plan on her getting any shots and really I don't see the need for it. I was informed of the possibility of something being wrong with my child and that well baby visits are for more then just shots. How would I feel if something was wrong and I neglected to take her in. So, okay true that could happen, but probably not, but I will go ahead and take her in.
So Friday was the day to check her and when I got there I was ushered into a room and went through the drill of weight (17 pounds even), height (67 cm) and head size (did not see that one) and back into the room. I was suppose to be seen "in a minute". Well that minute turned into 1 hour while I listened to the poor boy next door scream about getting a shot. They tried to make it a "plane coming into land" Hahahaah, he was not stupid he knew the shot was on that plane. He actually bolted from the room and I hear the doctor and the nurse chasing him down the hall. His mom yelling from the room to get back in. Boy screams at mom "how can you let them hurt me?". Mom tells boy "You have to do it." Boy tells mom "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and tries to escape again. Hahahaha. Poor kid.
The doctor politely sticks his head in (with the door only open enough to allow in his head) and says "Oh, so sorry, we have a complicated situation going on in the next room. I have not forgotten about you, I will be right in."
So after 15 more minutes I am ready to just leave and in he walks. Dr Bierswerth. He is really a nice fellow. So he claps his hands together and proceeds to tell me that she will get her immunizations and be all set. I politely tell him, no she will not. He looks dazed and confused and refers quickly to her file
Dr. "Is she sick.....????"
Me "No".
Dr. "Do you have any concerns about her progress?"
Me "No".
Dr. "So, well okay, ah, sooooo, why are you here today?"
I explain the "nice" call I received and he says, "ah yes. Okay so let's tell you where she is on the charts so at least we can do something for you."
Weight 40th percentile
Height 45th percentile
Headsize 90th percentile
All my kids have really big heads, what can I say I give birth to tiny genius with huge heads.
So after looking in her ears and telling me things look good and keep doing what I am doing, I get "So if the insurance company calls again, tell them you are fine and you don't need to bring in your baby unless you have some concerns." Hahahaha, so I was right!
Friday, July 6, 2012
I smell Soda
Yrahcaz has always had this unreal ability to smell things. He will be in the back of the SUV and we will sneak open some candy and sure enough 20 seconds later, "I smell candy. Does someone have candy? I want candy!". How does he do it.
This morning, after a doctor's appointment for my only daughter, I stopped at Sonic and bought my favorite drink (one I rarely get because I love it too much), Cherry Vanilla Coke. She was asleep and there was no one else in the SUV with me. When I got home, no one was here, they all went with my husband into town for something else. So I drank my soda in peace without the lovely children hanging off my arm trying to steal it from me. BLISS!
Fast forward 20 minutes later, the husband and 3 boys come home. I had been snacking on turkey bacon and am laying on the floor with my only daughter. In comes Yrahcaz and he jumps on my back. He reaches down to give me a kiss and comes up saying "I smell soda. Did you have a soda? Is there any left? When did you get a soda? Where is mine?" How in the world does he do it.
This morning, after a doctor's appointment for my only daughter, I stopped at Sonic and bought my favorite drink (one I rarely get because I love it too much), Cherry Vanilla Coke. She was asleep and there was no one else in the SUV with me. When I got home, no one was here, they all went with my husband into town for something else. So I drank my soda in peace without the lovely children hanging off my arm trying to steal it from me. BLISS!
Fast forward 20 minutes later, the husband and 3 boys come home. I had been snacking on turkey bacon and am laying on the floor with my only daughter. In comes Yrahcaz and he jumps on my back. He reaches down to give me a kiss and comes up saying "I smell soda. Did you have a soda? Is there any left? When did you get a soda? Where is mine?" How in the world does he do it.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Brilliant Idea
So last night we went shopping for fireworks. It was like walking into a carny scene in a movie. Well we decided on a few things and let the boys pick out ones that they really wanted. Yrahcaz really wanted to have a rocket one. Fine, only $2.75. Off we went.
This morning I wanted to light up the snakes. Yes I love those. At first the kids were screaming at me "Get back, Get back" and running away from me. I rolled my eyes at my kids and told them to just watch. They were enthralled by what they saw and we went through 3 boxes.
This afternoon my husband, Dahc, thought it would be a great idea to light off the rocket so we could watch where it goes and retrieve it. Then we could give the left over full intact rocket to Yrahcaz to keep. Dahc kept saying to Yrahcaz this is such a good idea and then you can keep the rocket because if we waited until night time we would not be able to see where it went. He was very happy with the idea. Off we went into the backyard. My husband, taking into account the direction of the wind, put the rocket in the ideal space so it would go into our field. Light it, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..... Off it flew. We could see exactly where it landed. Right in the middle of our neighbors corn field. Excitement and glee changed to wailing and crying. Yes it was a happy scene.
This morning I wanted to light up the snakes. Yes I love those. At first the kids were screaming at me "Get back, Get back" and running away from me. I rolled my eyes at my kids and told them to just watch. They were enthralled by what they saw and we went through 3 boxes.
This afternoon my husband, Dahc, thought it would be a great idea to light off the rocket so we could watch where it goes and retrieve it. Then we could give the left over full intact rocket to Yrahcaz to keep. Dahc kept saying to Yrahcaz this is such a good idea and then you can keep the rocket because if we waited until night time we would not be able to see where it went. He was very happy with the idea. Off we went into the backyard. My husband, taking into account the direction of the wind, put the rocket in the ideal space so it would go into our field. Light it, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..... Off it flew. We could see exactly where it landed. Right in the middle of our neighbors corn field. Excitement and glee changed to wailing and crying. Yes it was a happy scene.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Give up Chocolate???
So what would it take for YOU to give up chocolate........FOREVER!
Well today I found the answer in my new Prevention Magazine (which my husband thought was for really old people). According to a recent survey 29% of people would give up chocolate FOREVER if they could work from home.
I personally think that most of the "people" surveyed must have been men. I mean, really give up chocolate to work from home. I work from home, but I think if the offer was "You can work from home if you give up chocolate" I just might have said no. Or if I said yes I would have my fingers crossed knowing that they could not see me while I worked from home and I would shove chocolate into my mouth when ever I got upset with my boss.
Now, I would give up chocolate forever if I never had to work out again and could have the perfect body. As long as I could have coffee ice cream......
Oh, did I mention I have a really smart husband. ;-)
Well today I found the answer in my new Prevention Magazine (which my husband thought was for really old people). According to a recent survey 29% of people would give up chocolate FOREVER if they could work from home.
I personally think that most of the "people" surveyed must have been men. I mean, really give up chocolate to work from home. I work from home, but I think if the offer was "You can work from home if you give up chocolate" I just might have said no. Or if I said yes I would have my fingers crossed knowing that they could not see me while I worked from home and I would shove chocolate into my mouth when ever I got upset with my boss.
Now, I would give up chocolate forever if I never had to work out again and could have the perfect body. As long as I could have coffee ice cream......
Oh, did I mention I have a really smart husband. ;-)
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