E: "mommy, how many seconds have i been alive?"
me: "ohhhhh... a lot, honey. i'm not sure i could count all of them."
E: "like two thousand fifty hundred?"
me: "no, more."
E: "like, one hundred thousand five hundred thousand?"
me: "no, even more than that."
E: "like...one hundred thousand thousand five ten fifty thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand thousand hundred?
(pause)
me: "yes."
E: "that's kind of what i thought."
Showing posts with label friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friday. Show all posts
Friday, April 25, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
and if you can't beat them...
get out the sprinkles..
the easter candy and the tube of spray frosting...
let them gorge themselves with as much as they want...
then sit back and wait...
for the sugar crash.happy friday, everyone!
wishing you all a little peace and sanity
(however you can get it)
as you count down the hours until the weekend.
Friday, February 8, 2008
just great
sometimes when i say things are great (especially on friday afternoons) i am being sarcastic.
but this time it's actually true!
K just woke up from a 3 hour nap and it is 4:52 .
only 8 minutes left until daddy time.. this is a very good thing.
additionally, E and i have been having a lovely time
this afternoon doing yard work in the sunny, 60 degree weather
as we discuss very important topics like
how cool sophia is and don't you love chinese new year
and wouldn't it be awesome if we could dig a tunnel to china
if only there wasn't all that hot burning lava in the way?
also, i almost lost the bitch,
not to mention the fact that movie night at our house tonight
is going to be the bomb since M bought a new projector for work
and we are using it to watch the latest Veggie Tales flick
in low definition enormosize.
all this goodness is enough to make much easier to bear the fact that i am on 2 types of inhalers,oral steroids, an antibiotic and have lost almost all control of my pelvic floor muscles and my voice because of the cough that i've had for the past 6 weeks.
sometimes it just really is a great day.
but this time it's actually true!
K just woke up from a 3 hour nap and it is 4:52 .only 8 minutes left until daddy time.. this is a very good thing.
additionally, E and i have been having a lovely timethis afternoon doing yard work in the sunny, 60 degree weather
as we discuss very important topics like
how cool sophia is and don't you love chinese new year
and wouldn't it be awesome if we could dig a tunnel to china
if only there wasn't all that hot burning lava in the way?
also, i almost lost the bitch,or at least i forgot about her for a very long time while we were outside
and i thought i was going to have to go on a massive bitch hunt
but when i called for her she came running back!
from two blocks away!
and i thought i was going to have to go on a massive bitch hunt
but when i called for her she came running back!
from two blocks away!
not to mention the fact that movie night at our house tonightis going to be the bomb since M bought a new projector for work
and we are using it to watch the latest Veggie Tales flick
in low definition enormosize.
all this goodness is enough to make much easier to bear the fact that i am on 2 types of inhalers,oral steroids, an antibiotic and have lost almost all control of my pelvic floor muscles and my voice because of the cough that i've had for the past 6 weeks.
sometimes it just really is a great day.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Friday, November 30, 2007
another loooong friday afternoon
why do i bother?
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER??????
E is so very, very, very wiry when he gets home from because he is TIRED.
so i try to make him take a quiet time in his room for 45 minutes. all he is required to do during this time is to remain in his room and do things that are of a semi-quiet nature. this should not be difficult.
today this is what he did.
he first decided he was a puppy and, after whining in his doorway for the 5 minutes it took me to put his brother down for a nap, dragged his stuffed animals with his teeth to make this pile just outside the door to his room:
when reminded that he was to stay within his bedroom's four walls, he retreated..
...and then proceeded to open and shut the door to his room for the next 5 minutes.
i calmly went over to his room and asked him in a nice voice if he would please fucking stop it.
he did.
and actually found something quiet to do for maybe 7 minutes.
then he came out and asked if his quiet time was done yet (despite having a clock in his room)...
...and showed me the lego blaster he had made and tried to discuss the specifics of this particular gun compared to the other ones he has made in the past ("see how this shooting part is longer? and the trigger is different. but mommy, i just want to show you how i used this one long piece in the handle...")
then he went to the bathroom..
...on the way back stopped to ask if quiet time was done yet....
...and came back out two minutes later to beg in his whiniest voice,"pleeeeeeeez, can i juuuuust come sit by you if i promise to be reaaalllly quiet? it's so haaaaard to be in there by myseeelf."
i sent him back three times.
after the fourth request he broke me down. unable to bear the constant interruptions any longer, i said he could sit on the couch if he DIDN'T TALK AT ALL.
he promised. of course.
but then two minutes later was telling me about this cool craft they did at school and wondering if we could do it too. did we have any scrap paper? because mrs. h, his teacher had this really cool paper they used and they cut it into shapes and then they glued it to paper and it was really, really, fun and cool and...
...can i have some candy? whhhhyyyyyy not?
... can i have a piece of pie?
...then he showed me five pictures of dogs he found in his book...
... and moments later fell off the couch (on purpose) and rolled on the floor as he attempted to sneak toward the kitchen and escape into the backyard.
at which point i lost my mind and sent him back to his room for the remainder of the time.
he now has five more minutes to go and just came out dressed like this:
....to ask me if he could have a playdate with EVERETT.
seriously.
this is why i drink.
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER??????
E is so very, very, very wiry when he gets home from because he is TIRED.
so i try to make him take a quiet time in his room for 45 minutes. all he is required to do during this time is to remain in his room and do things that are of a semi-quiet nature. this should not be difficult.
today this is what he did.
he first decided he was a puppy and, after whining in his doorway for the 5 minutes it took me to put his brother down for a nap, dragged his stuffed animals with his teeth to make this pile just outside the door to his room:
when reminded that he was to stay within his bedroom's four walls, he retreated.....and then proceeded to open and shut the door to his room for the next 5 minutes.
i calmly went over to his room and asked him in a nice voice if he would please fucking stop it.
he did.
and actually found something quiet to do for maybe 7 minutes.
then he came out and asked if his quiet time was done yet (despite having a clock in his room)...
...and showed me the lego blaster he had made and tried to discuss the specifics of this particular gun compared to the other ones he has made in the past ("see how this shooting part is longer? and the trigger is different. but mommy, i just want to show you how i used this one long piece in the handle...")
then he went to the bathroom..
...on the way back stopped to ask if quiet time was done yet....
...and came back out two minutes later to beg in his whiniest voice,"pleeeeeeeez, can i juuuuust come sit by you if i promise to be reaaalllly quiet? it's so haaaaard to be in there by myseeelf."
i sent him back three times.
after the fourth request he broke me down. unable to bear the constant interruptions any longer, i said he could sit on the couch if he DIDN'T TALK AT ALL.
he promised. of course.
but then two minutes later was telling me about this cool craft they did at school and wondering if we could do it too. did we have any scrap paper? because mrs. h, his teacher had this really cool paper they used and they cut it into shapes and then they glued it to paper and it was really, really, fun and cool and...
...can i have some candy? whhhhyyyyyy not?
... can i have a piece of pie?
...then he showed me five pictures of dogs he found in his book...
... and moments later fell off the couch (on purpose) and rolled on the floor as he attempted to sneak toward the kitchen and escape into the backyard.
at which point i lost my mind and sent him back to his room for the remainder of the time.
he now has five more minutes to go and just came out dressed like this:
....to ask me if he could have a playdate with EVERETT.seriously.
this is why i drink.
Friday, November 9, 2007
friday afternoon
look who woke up on the wrong side of bed after his nap today.this, combined with the fact that i just inhaled a fruit fly up my nose, is making for a very complicated friday afternoon.
Friday, October 5, 2007
to all of you counting the minutes til 5 pm
may i suggest cheeseburgers at a mcdonald's with a playland and ice cream cones for dessert.have a great weekend!
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