Counting Down the Days

Just eight more days until we head to Phoenix for a WHOLE WEEK with family and I am so excited! I can't decide if I'm more thrilled about the warmer temps (in the 70-80s!!!) or seeing our fam....I'm leaning toward the latter, but the 80s are a close runner up if you know how I freeze, dress in layers and blast my space heater every year when Atlanta weather drops into the 50s or below. I'm such a wimp.

Here is my Bean child from last weekend when she wasn't sporting hives. Which is to say, she hadn't been at school that day because it was Sunday. The hives have reappeared every day after being in her classroom for a few hours. Every day since Jan 26th, the girl child has popped unbelievable hives from eating pineapple in her fruit cocktail (school didn't realize the new brand had pineapple in it). She got a double whammy that day because her teacher brought in a fresh pineapple, chopped the top off it and stuck it in a petri dish on one of the kids tables. Anyone who knows four year olds think that they would be inclined to touch something new? Didn't think so. Four year olds just don't touch new items. I didn't see that until Tuesday night, so she had a good two school days to soak it in and play in it. Gah!I think all of the kids rolled in it & then touched EVERYTHING in the classroom. Kudos go to the assistant teachers for cleaning EVERY surface in the classroom to help get rid of the pineapple & stop her hives. Tomorrow I take her to my doctor who eliminated ALL of my food and animal allergies through accupressure. Yep. All of them. They haven't come back in over four years.

Crazy Kidlet Hair

I had to share my kids and their crazy hair. Or what is attempting to pass as hair. Owen has been involved in raising money for a fundraiser at school the past two weeks. Each day as he has brought in more pledges and donations, he has accordingly brought home special prizes. The best so far was this blue, rubber helmet with red spikes sticking out.


Pay no attention to the Christmas wreath still hanging on the window behind my boy. Or better yet, let's pretend these pics were taken before Christmas!

And here is my Beanarina. Home from a birthday party where the Special Attention-Getter was a woman who used pipe cleaners, colored hair spray and ribbons to doll up each of the little girls. Chloe's hair-do was a good ten inches above her head, twisted up with pipe cleaners, flowers, and other gift-wrapping accessories. She thought she was the bomb.

Merry Christmas Everyone and a Happy New Year

Here is Owen smiling ear to ear. He woke me up at 5:10am on Christmas morning "MOMMA!!!! This is the BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! Come see what Santa brought me!"
And here is the Bean, sporting 3 of the 4 things Santa brought her....Dora umbrella, princess helmet, pink scooter & furry crocs which got cut off by the photographer (thinking I need to fire that photographer!)

And here are the kids scarfing down a package of Pop Rocks that my Dad gave them for Christmas. They had fun listening to and feeling the popping & crackling in their mouths.


I had a wonderful Christmas with both my Mom and Dad, my Grandma (who turned 90 yro last year!), Todd's Mom and his sister with Todd, Owen and Chloe. We were missing another set of Grandparents who stayed up in Minnesota this Christmas. But the house was filled with love, laughter, good food and an abundance of gratitude as we share the holiday and each other's company.

New Year's came and went quietly. We stayed at home and relaxed with the kids, rather than braving the roads with crazy drivers.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

Out of the mouth of babes
Current mood: amused

So this week (and last), Owen has been out of school during the two week holiday Cherokee County schools are taking. Since Todd and I have had to work, we've sent him back to the preschool where he went up through pre-Kindergarten last year and where Chloe still attends. Tonight, during bedtime...Todd found out what Owen (our beloved 6 year old) has learned from the 4 year olds at preschool....

Todd was being silly with Owen and said "Wouldn't it be funny if your mouth was up here (pointing to his forehead) and your eyes were down here (pointing to his chin)? Then you might drip milk into your eyes when eating your cereal!" And they laugh.

Then Owen says, "Daddy, wouldn't it be funny if your nuts were up here (pointing to his forehead)?"

Todd lost it. Owen asked him what was so funny, but Todd could barely breathe. Then Owen asked "Daddy, do you know what nuts are? They're your tenders (a wonderful term he learned from watching Kung Fu Panda)."

Wow. They learn so young

Merry Christmas Eve!

Check out Chloe attired in her Christmas spirit. You may be able to tell she dressed herself and was completely thrilled with her Santa hat, Christmas shirt under the denim jumper, plaid skirt and argyle tights combination. Always a treat and a surprise to see how she dresses herself :)

This is before going to an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. Todd picked up the sweaters from Goodwill, but his needed to be modified into a neck-less, sleeveless atrocity. My Dad was over that day and he saw nothing wrong with either sweater....he thought mine was very nice.

I am LOVING these beads and had fun stringing them into a floating necklace. The base bead is made out of a dark Elphaba green (which I just got and absolutely LOVE) and then is swirled in Smoke Rings. LOVE LOVE LOVE these and will probably make more! Taking a chance the recipient won't be on the internet today, but I just had to share a pic of this

It was two days ago when I got the frantic call from a good friend with his daughter asking "Can you please please please make my Mommy a necklace with green, blue and purple beads for Christmas?" I really like how the colors swirled together and there is great veining going on in the greens that I used in each bead. And the purple was fun because it reacted great with the other colors to form different shades and separations. I hope Mommy loves it :)

Oh, the Smell!

In our downstairs bathroom after Thanksgiving was just awful. Awful, I tell you. Had no idea what was causing it, but it progressively got worse each day. Until the 3rd day of December, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I was down on my hands and knees, looking in the cabinets under the sink and it smelled even worse. But I didn't see ANYTHING. So I wondered if a small animal had crawled into our walls or under the cabinet and died. It was so heinous. But I had a conference call starting in a few minutes, so the search needed to end for the time, but not before I emptied the trash can.

The trash can is about a foot and a half tall and ten inches wide at the top. Ceramic. Kinda heavy duty. Lined with a trash bag, which appeared to be empty other than a coke can (which I knew was empty, because I drank it all before dropping it in there), an empty roll of toilet paper and a coupla tissues. But the bag felt heavy as I lifted it up out of the trash can. And then I see brownish/yellowish liquid pouring out the bottom of the bag into the trash can. The trash can was filled up HALF WAY with urine.

Oh. My. Gosh.

That's not a little experiment. That's a friggin project for a child's bladder. I'm sure it was around a GALLON of liquid. ewwwwwwww

So all day, Todd and I are debating which child was the contributer. Todd thought definitely Owen because that is a boy thing to do. And I felt certain it was Chloe because she's our little sneaky sneak who will head upstairs to cut herself a mullet unbeknownst to the parental units or sneak downstairs while the house is still sleeping so she can eat food under a table or behind curtains that she KNOWS she's not allowed to eat for breakfast, lunch or dinner, or even a snack unless she's been super good.

And we debate the punishment. Do we deliver red bottoms or draw a picture of a big X over a trashcan or a smiley face with an arrow pointing at the trashcan. We waffle.

Fast forward to the evening. I'm making dinner. Kids are in the midst of art projects at the kitchen table with my Mom. I bring the offensive trash can over to the table (which after multiple all-day soaks & scrubs has finally lost its odor) and ask "Kids. What's this?" And they both answer that it's a trash can in the "Duh" tone of voice.

"Kids. What do we put in trash cans?"

Chloe answers tissue paper. And Owen says trash.

"That's right! Kids. What do we NOT put in trash cans?"

And Chloe says "Stickers!" God love my bizarre little daughter, as stickers are far too valuable to trash. At this point, Owen is looking down in his lap. I ask him directly, "Owen? What do we not put in trash cans?"

He slowly looks up at me and then very quickly looks back in his lap for the answer. Very. Quietly. Owen says "pee pee."

"That's right. Owen, where do we put pee pee?"

"In the toilet," says my very embarrassed & busted six year old, still in a whisper. But I'm impressed by his honesty.

I left it at that.

My Child Cut Herself a Mullet

School started on August 4th. Owen began Kindergarten & Chloe moved up to the 4 year old classroom. That afternoon/evening was a nightmare for both Todd and myself with work/customer outages. I was stuck in my office the whole night & didn't get to eat dinner with them or hear about their first day of excitement. We also missed Chloe's first night of swim lessonss. Thankfully, Todd was able to cook dinner and put the kids to bed.

At some point during the evening, Chloe snuck away unnoticed. When I got off my customer call at 1:30am to go to bed, I noticed six inch chunks of Chloe hair on our bathroom floor. I didn't see much and assumed it was just a little snip here. A little snip there. The alarm went off Tuesday morning and I rolled over to ask Todd if he knew Chloe had cut her hair and he did not. At that point, I breathed in relief thinking it couldn't be that bad. But walking into her room was a different story.

The child had NO HAIR on the sides of her face. She had cut off EVERYTHING on each side going to behind her ears. Chloe had cut herself a mullet. I cut off the back & sent her to school and then trimmed it up that night after dinner so it was stacked up the back. It is just barely long enough to tuck behind her ears from the front and some of her bangs are so short they stick straight up. She gets an A+ for symmetry, as the left was identical to the right side. But an F- for style. Mullets are out, but she likely looked in the mirror to admire her handiwork after snipping away.

The morning she was discovered, Chloe wanted to know how I knew. I told Chloe that I saw chunks of her hair on the floor. The hands immediately went to the hips and she said "Nuh uh! I put all the hair in the trash, see?!" And there in the trash were FISTFULS of hair! Breathe in. Breathe out.

Owen is enjoying Kindergarten, but is not a big fan of homework. He brings it home several nights a week and is not happy about it. We have told him to get used to it, as he's going to have homework for the next two decades. I think his eyes visibly dulled at the thought.

Crazy Weather

Some crazy weather came through here on Tuesday afternoon. Tornado sirens were going off while I was in Publix before picking the kids up from school. Nasty skies driving home. Owen is dancing around, saying intermittent prayers that we stay safe interspersed with random turrets announcements like "Yay, this will be just like the Wizard of Oz". Todd pulled up two minutes behind me to say the Tornado warning has been downgraded to a Severe Thunderstorm Warning.

Apparently, the National Weather Service didn't know what they were doing that afternoon. It was a tornado that came through our neighborhood ripping up trees and knocking down tables. The whole street was littered with leaves, branches and golf ball size hail by the time it was gone. It was loud as hell hearing the hail hit our windows for close to 10 minutes while having Owen burrow into my lap crying. Meanwhile, Chloe is dancing around the living room singing "I'm not scared. I'm not scared. Owen, I'm not scared" as she looks at us upside down being her silly self. I was freaked out about the weather until the hail began hammering our windows and then I just felt calm and peace. Strangest feeling, but I was thankful for it. Specially since our oldest was in my lap terrified we were going to be blown away.

Todd paced around most of the time muttering "dammit, we should have had MY car in the garage!" while he tried to get a good look out the windows to see his car. But it was raining too hard with too many leaves & branches blowing around to even see as far as our driveway. Anyway, we came out safe. About 8 trees snapped in half or uprooted completely behind our house. Many houses were damaged by falling trees and one neighbor had the upper half of their chimney blown off. It was laying on the ground about 50 feet from their house. The fences around the tennis courts were blown around pretty good, too.

Season's Greetings ~ 2008

It is now Mother’s Day 2009 as I sit down to write this letter to you. A sign in itself that 2008 passed way too quickly & the holiday season swept by like a storm, whisking us into the spring before we knew it.

Last year, Todd supported Verizon Business & Wireless as a Service Director, but got his fill of 3am wake-up calls and outages. When the opportunity arose for a Sales Engineer position, he leapt at the chance to say YES! He has wanted to be an SE for as long as we have been in telecom (now over 10 years!). Todd is still a tennis junky & spends as much time on the tennis courts as he can. His USTA team went to the state champion-ships last November & I had the fun of getting to tag along with the guys to watch him play! Another one of Todd’s teams will be going to the state championships in Rome over the weekend of May 16. Go Todd!

Owen started Kindergarten last fall & has learned to read very well by himself. It is exciting to see him point to billboards or pick up books & read all of the words. Owen picks up his tennis racket every chance he gets & spends hours banging a tennis ball against the garage or the back door.

Since last August when Chloe gave herself a haircut (a mullet would be a more accurate description in cutting more than six inches off the front/sides), has grown up & we have watched her hair grow back. She likes to practice writing out the names of everyone in the family and all of her friends names. For a four year old, her handwriting is excellent!

Kelley spent the last part of 2008 & first quarter of 2009 taking 150+ hours of training courses in preparation to become a field tech in Durant, Oklahoma if the AT&T union went on strike when their contract expired in April. She was very thankful to not be sent on strike duty to climb phone poles & descend into manholes to fix phone/circuit troubles! Kelley was super excited to move her studio from the garage into her office last September. No more bugs in the flame, roasting in the summer or freezing in the winter! Her Kelleysbeads Etsy shop has helped her beads travel to the UK, Canada, Peru & even Australia!


All the best to you & yours in 2009!
TOCK
Maggie, Foster, Abbie & Henry

Snow in Woodstock

We got about two inches last night while we were eating dinner. Afterwards, we went out and played in it. Got the neighbors to join in after pelting their front doors with snowballs, or their cars as they were driving home from work. Built a 3.5 foot tall snowman from the snow in three yards. Owen and I made snowangels. When we got inside, his feet were frozen red. The boy had no socks on! This morning, most of the snow has melted but all the public schools are still closed.