Wednesday, September 30, 2009

It's our Anniversary!!

Today marks 14 years of wedded bliss for us.

My, how time flies!!

It's been wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing. Love you babe!!!

On another note:

The kids all survived the weekend! (I can't begin to express the miracle that simple statement is really heralding!) It was almost as big a miracle that none of them killed each other.

BONUS: I did discover a deeper understanding of why some animals eat their young.

I think I made everyone except Wyatt cry AT LEAST once. Some far more than that. (sigh)

What happened to those cute little kids that are so fondly tucked away in my memory?

I know, I just forgot the 'testing me' part from the years past and only remember the happy, fun things.

Can someone tell me again, when do they get to that age where they don't want to be around their parents every waking moment?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

And I don't have leg warmers

The other night when Addison was in the shower, she was rinsing her hair off to one side so that she could see when all the shampoo was gone.

And then it hit her!

That's a great way to wear her hair.

She told me herself how cute she looked with it like that.

So yesterday she wore her hair to school like this:

I thought she just needed some leg warmers to go with it and she'd be set.....but I didn't have any.

This morning when I dropped them off at school I saw another little girl with her hair in a side ponytail. I guess Addison's a trend setter after all.

Who knew?

Monday, September 21, 2009

The Chef

Well, the chef is back at it again.

On Saturday, Addison made a grilled cheese sandwich all by herself for the first time.

She offered to make one for the others but they didn't want a sandwich that 'she made'.

On Sunday she decided that she had done such a good job that she was going to make another. This time the others said she could make one for them too. (I guess they figured she had survived the night so it was safe.)

But 'making' the sandwich wasn't enough. She was also giving lessons.

Who knew you could be an expert after making only one sandwich?

And if that's not enough, I think I actually heard her telling the others why they're better when she makes them than they are when I do it! Guess that gets me off the hook from now on.

The thing I'm curious about now, though, is how can you make a grilled CHEESE sandwich and still leave so much cheese burnt to the inside of the pan for me to clean? Really, how?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I'm Skeered!!

(That's redneck for scared. Just in case you didn't know.)

Last night we were heading to Pizza Hut for dinner because I still couldn't wash dishes (I'll explain later) and I was flipping through stations on the radio. One of the girls said 'Oh, I love that song!' so I stopped on it.

The song was pretty heavy metal (Metallica) so I thought they were just kidding about liking it.

Then they started singing along!!!

And then one of them tells me she has it on her mp3 player.


What happened to Bear in the Big Blue House? ...or even the Jonas Brothers?

That's why I'm scared. What next?

Oh well.... (said while I'm in the corner, rocking back and forth, teeth chattering)


And now for something completely different.

Wonder why I couldn't wash the dishes?

We had several days of rain last week (thankfully) but on Friday night it brought with it much thunder and lightning.

Well, some of the lightening struck pretty close to our house and caused the pump on our septic system to die. It didn't get repaired until yesterday evening which means that the septic tanks filled up. That means no washing clothes, dishes, or ourselves by Monday (and as little toilet flushing as possible. )

Dax has been repeating the line from Meet The Parents 'That smell, Bob, is our sh*t!' as often as he can.

Anyway, after the pump got fixed last night then the tanks had to get empty again.

So later, when we were coming home from Pizza Hut we had the windows down because it was a beautiful evening. As we got close to the house we were hit with the smell. As I quickly rolled the windows up Addison asked 'What's that smell?'

It took everything I had not to say 'That smell, Addison, is our sh*t!'

Fortunately that little voice in my head that tries to reason with me was faster than my mouth this time (this time.)

But I wanted SOOOO badly to say it.

I just waited for Dax to get home so I could say it to him instead. 8')

Friday, September 11, 2009

I think it's broken

Addison's mouth that is.

We seem to have a problem with it always coming open when I want to take a picture.

Here's what I'm talking about:

And these are just a few pics I had readily available. Imagine what I could find if I really looked.

I don't know why she does this but I'm always having to tell her to close her mouth so I can take a good picture.

Like I said, I guess her mouth is broken. At least when she sees a camera anyway.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I may have created monsters

On Saturday Dax & Wyatt went to the Longhorn's football game. The girls and I were going to my niece's birthday party Saturday evening so decided to make a 'girls' day of it and go shopping.

They just about KILLED me!!!

They used to hate shopping and now I can't get them to stop. I mean, I can certainly do my fair share of shopping but they just left me in the dirt.

How did that happen?

In order to even get a break, I had to bribe them with lunch at Red Robin.

Abigail & Kirsten both ordered these chocolate milkshakes.

They looked really good but I couldn't talk either one into sharing with me. What's up with that?

After lunch it was back to more shopping.

We were even late getting to Houston for the party because I couldn't get them rounded up and out of the store. If I got two of them together the third would disappear. It happened like that over and over again. (I think it was part of their game plan.)

Anyway, I just kept asking myself 'What have I done?'

On another delightful note, Addison has decided that she wants to make breakfast every morning. Kirsten is betting her $5.00 that she can't do it for two weeks. (She's great with the ideas, but not so much with the follow through.) Anyway, she's made it through two days so far.

Yesterday she made pancakes. (Reality check: she stirred the pancake batter and I did everything else.)

Today she made chocolate chip muffins.

Now Wyatt isn't speaking to me because I MADE him eat one of the muffins that she made. He wanted me to make something different for him so that he didn't have to eat something that his sister (said with a sneer) made. That was so not happening.

I'm sure he'll be talking to me again by the time I pick them up from school this afternoon.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

He's still testing me....

So Rocky and Daisy did this yesterday.

That's a quilt on the sofa to keep the dogs from getting the sofa dirty. It used to be free of holes.

Then Rocky knocked a plate down and shattered it.

This is the problem with getting a dog that's already big but still a puppy at heart and has not learned any manners. He really can't learn them fast enough for me.

Or for his own safety.

There's a chance that I've threatened everyone in the household with their lives if a hole 'appears' in my couch because the dogs have been left to play unsupervised.

But just a chance.