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HALLOWEEN-My absolute favorite time of year. Not for any other reason, besides Halloween. I am not a fan of the weather at all. I love the heat. Dry, hot heat. But as far as Halloween goes, I love it! The dressing up, getting to be creative. Using Masks, and costumes to become someone else if even just for a moment. Even going back to as far as I can remember, I have gotten a kick out of it. Doing costumes from scratch, what ever is in the house. I do not like the frilly, girly things either. I am talking the scarier, the goofier, the more creative the better.

I have been Edward Scissor-hands, Frankenstein, Mortisha Adams, 1/2Dalmatian/1/2 Corilla Daville, A Pregnant dog, an afro queen, Peg Bundy, Pamala Anderson, Cat woman.

Oh I don't know, the list goes on and on. It is so stinking fun!!!! So I absolutely love having 3 kids to torture with costumes for Halloween!! My parents used to have an annual Halloween party. It was amazing. Then they gave it up. After a billion years of Halloween. So I think that is why I love it so much. It was always a part of our family traditions. Now I am trying to pass that fun and excitement on to my kiddos.

I bust out the face paint as much as I can to begin with. Any excuse will do when it comes to having a face painting party. So Halloween is right up my alley. Of coarse this year the warning with that is the lead in the paint. Can't we trust anything these days? It is out of hand. I even heard on a talk show this morning that we should have a bag of candy at home, just so we can throw out the candy the kids collect. I understand checking, and re-checking all of the candy, but I would just rather take my kids to homes, and places that I already trust. We are headed to our fall fest at church. We are doing a trunk or treat, and a chili cook off. If any one would like to come. It is 12-2 on Halloween. Anyway, as far as our candy that we pass out, this year, I think that I am going with the tricks. I love to pull pranks anyhow. I can't wait to see their faces when I say....I do not have any candy, but heres a trick!!!!

GERMS GERMS!!!!!

Germs, germs, please go away. My house is not the place to stay.
Can you, will you go find somewhere else to play?
From little fingers, to little toes,
Out comes a snotty, runny nose.
A sneeze, a cough, so many germs.
Thousands of tiny invisible worms!!
This time of year is really bad,
All these germs make me so mad!!!
Look out bugs
here I come, all you germs had better run.
I have the bleach, and the Lysol too-
I plan on getting rid of you!
You are a menus I must say, and all you germs have got to pay.
Scrubbing, cleaning all day long,
I will find all you critters that don't belong!
A waste of time some may say, they will be back right away!
I am not going to think of that right now- I am going to get them anyhow!
I know they hide and laugh at me-but I will win-just wait and see.
In my house so many places for them to play-I am going to kill them! Well, for at least 1 day!!!

Well, as you can see, I have not been here in a few days. I had a wonderful fun filled weekend with an old, yet newly connected with again (face book of coarse) friend. It was really nice to have her and her family here. Our kids, as well as our husbands played very well together. The boys had there moments, but nothing out of the ordinary for young boys. They just got over being very ill with the N1H1, that has all of us lately, or so it seems. So I was glad they made it here.

It is rather devastating all of the illness going around. Every time I talk to someone, they know someone, or are someone who is very ill. Actually, before they left, my girl friend was coming down with something.We are no stranger to illness ourselves. I know when I was younger, and even into my adult life, I have always seemed to get the extremely rare, and unusual illnesses. So I guess I should not be surprised that my son is turning out to be the same way. Of all the things I could pass on to him, right? I mean, how many of you can say that you had Scarlett fever? If you have, are you 80? I really thought that disease died out somewhere along the lines with like leprosy. No-it isn't so. My son managed to have it this year awhile back. He is not a sickly kid, but when he gets sick, he can't just catch a cold. This time, he has developed wierd warts on his neck. He had a few in a cluster, that just looked like tiny warts. I did not think a whole lot about it, I just wondered where he got a tiny cluster of warts. I was not sure that a toad didn't pee on him, but I am pretty positive a toad did not pee on his neck!! Well, a week or so has gone by, and they have started to change. They are developing into tiny blisters. They kind of resemble chicken pox, but he has had them.(of coarse)

Considering he has had Scarlett fever, that is the first thing I thought of. Those were blisters on his hands and feet, that eventually peeled. Then I thought that it might be hand, foot, and mouth...He has had that as well, 2 times. However, I called the Pediatrician, considering he felt some what warm, and was pretty flushed for a few days. Besides, I did have a house full all weekend, so I really wanted to know for sure what it was. I described it to the Doc on the phone, and she knew right away that it was a virus called Moluscum. What? I said very confused. How does one get this, is it contagious, how long will he have it, and when will it go away? The good news, it is NOT contagious.....as for the rest of the answers, not as good....she has know idea how he got it, except she knows for certain that it is NOT from a toad peeing on his neck, there is not really a treatment, and he could have it for 6months to a year!!!!!

COME ON!!!! Really? It can't just be a cold? Or even the N1H1? That even sounded a little better at this point. These things are really sore, besides being very gross. You would think that I lived on a farm, with dirty animals running around. Or that my son never washes his hands, or that maybe I do not own soap. No, all of this in a small child that won't even use paint, or glue, or sometimes even touch his food if he thinks it will get him messy! He washes his hands a lot, just so he can play in the water. He loves taking baths, and it obsessed with brushing his teeth, so he can use the blue bottle of rinse, that finds his "germ bugs" and shows him where he needs to brush.

I know that kids get sick, especially when the are school age, but I am just asking that next time it can be a simple cold! And for the rest of the wierd, and unusual germs to just find some where else to take up living!!! LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!!! Anyone have any suggestions?

I was woke up this morning to a little voice..."Momma, is fire hotter then hot sauce?"


I mean, was he dreaming of this? "How about lightning? Is fire hotter then lightning?" How does he come up with this stuff? I do not remember asking such questions when I was little, but my mom said I did. "Can we put fire out with the sink? How will we get the fire to the sink?" "Maybe we will have to bring the hose into the house." "Why don't we have a hose in the house?"


Is my brain really supposed to be able to work so early in the morning? I do not think my brain works like that in the height of my day. Actually, I do not think that it has ever worked in that way. Is that the diffrence in the way boys and girls think? It is like the whole direction thing. North, South, East, West. You may as well be speaking Spanish to me when telling me directions. Even in my own town, or right down the street. That inner compas thing. If it is not written down word for word in front of me, I am not getting there, in any timely manor that is.

When I was younger, and first able to drive, to I was lost all the time. It was actually pretty fun at times. My girl friend Brandy and I used to drive all over the world, lost, trying to get to where we intended to go to begin with. That was so fun. Hours we would spend in other towns, no where, any where...it was fun to just go and drive. Do boy get lost like that? I guess they do, but they just do not ask for directions. Even when they are little, my sone refuses to ask for help. He will whine about it, but not ask for help. Why is that?? Is he mimiking his father? Or me? I cannot see my behavior from that point of view. I guess that is something I will have to track from now on. I wish I could write longer today, but I have had to fight the whineing kids to get this much done-

Who said that??

I know that they say "you can't teach an old dog new tricks," or to "let sleeping dogs lye"...but who? Who is the question. Who said that? Or what about "Boys will be boys?" "A Bird in the hand?" Or "see a penny pick it up, and all day long you will have good luck." Is that true?

"How about monkey see, monkey do?" "It is what it is." "Once a liar always a liar. "

The things we say all day long, over and over. Where does that come from? I know when I was little someone told me that they had to walk to school, in the winter, at 20 below. They were definatly not wearing any gloves, or shoes for that matter, and it was up hill, BOTH ways. Did your grandparents have this same trouble? I wonder if they were told that story when they were young?

"You have it soo easy." "Back in my day"..... Sound familiar? I always said when I was younger, that I would NOT say the things to my children, that my parents said to me. Boy was I wrong. I look my mother in the mirror every day. From..."If I have told you once", or "did you hear me?" "If I have to tell you one more time..." "I do not care who started it, you are the oldest" "Because I am the mom, thats why!!"

It is funny to think that your parents, and even your grandparents lived a very similar life. Hearing the same quotes, and reliving the same days. It just shows how similar we all are. I am not saying that in each generation, there was not change, and that helped life become somewhat easier, but generally speaking. The foundation of our lives, were so much alike. Each family with its own unique spin on things, and each family with its own traditions, but the same idea around these things.

What about little nick names your family gives things, like "neb nose" That means nosey. Or "Red up the house" If you are from Pennsylvania, that means to clean up. " I Lo Lo" means I love you in my family. My son loves to say "Home sweet home" when we pull into the garage. I know that I have always said that from my child hood, so I think that is too cute.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...Isn't that a universal song? In every language.

ABCDEFG...come on, we all know ABC song. Old McDonald? Hes had a farm for at least a couple of hundred years? Right? Just think about that. All day long, ask yourself who is the voice behind the sentance you just spoke. It is really interesting to think. Our vocabulary comes from each other. Picking up so many things to say. Everytime someone picks up a new "saying", they carry that home, and to a new conversation. Then someone from that conversation, takes on to another one. This transition happens all day long. From home to work to school, to home. From home to the phone to Indiana, to Illinois, to Florida, and Pennsylvania. There is no end to this circle. A bunch of loops to a bunch of family and friends.
We often tease my my that she is 7 times removed from everyone in the world. If you really think about that....she is.

Oh-those days of sick kids....

A new day has begun!! It is very early, and I am exhausted from last night. Last night I learned my 11 month old cannot take ANY cold medicine. 1am......AHHHHHHHHHH....AHHHHHHHHHH.....over and over again. I got up. Changed her pants, and rocked her back to sleep. 3am....same thing!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH Okay, get up, get her a bottle, change her, feed her, rock her back to sleep. Just as I put her in bed, she pops right up...Smiling, laughing, clapping. On no, I think to myself. She is wide awake. I grab her nookie, and head into my bed with her. I snuggle down in my bed, her in my arms. I was so excited, she was still, and quiet. I start to doze off, and right then....SMACK accross my forehead!! She just cracks up. I however, DO NOT...I try and ignor it. I tell her NO! We lay still again. WHAP!!!! Right in my nose... NO NO I say, and try to fall asleep. We lay still.. She finally falls asleep.....I think.... I doze off.
My husband gets up to use the washroom. It is about 4 am or so. I ask him to put her in her bed. He takes her down the hall.
It was not even enough time for me to doze back off again, and she was yelling. It was then I realized that it was the medicine. My son has the same trouble, so I should have seen this coming. I have just been so desperate to have these kids be able to breath, and get somewhat better. It was a lesson I needed to be reminded of why I do not really care for kids meds, and choose to try and stay a head of the germs. I know..I know...IMPOSSIBLE!!
Well sickness or not, never again will my daughter see medicine before bed. Oh, and she was wide awake to start the day at 6am. I however, AM NOT!!!! My son is always up early, so you can imagine what my morning has already consisted of. Please do not get me wrong, I love my kidos, and love taking care of them when they do not feel well. I do not enjoy crabby wake up calls every single hour of the night.
This is the third sick day for my son in a row. Did I mention that it is very early?? How old are kids supposed to be when they learn to tell time? We have already watched morning shows, danced to crocadile doc, eaten breakfast, well, we have thrown breakfast all over the kitchen floor, so momma has to sweep it up, and then danced some more. We have taken tubbies, and splashed all over the bathroom floor so that momma has to mop that up. We combed our hair, and brushed our teeth, while spitting blue toothpaste all over the sink, so that momma has to wipe that up. Of coarse it would not be morning with out the spray of water that mysteriously appears while brushing our teeth, so that momma gets to clean that off.
Am I alone here? I know all you mommas have had these days...
Today I will pray for patience. Please grant me patience. Please may I have patience??? Did I get it yet? It doesn"t feel like it. Please God- I need some patience!! But soon. I cannot wait patiently today. Not for patience. Did I say please?

whos the boss?

Okay- I may have to write a couple blogs a day. There is just to much to say. I know what you are thinking.... I NEVER run out of things to say. Well Good-then you will never run out of something to read.

As I was trying to write earlier, my 4 year old wanted to play on the computer. He was right next to me. Not really saying much, but his body launguage was telling me that he was adimit about playing on the computer...right then.

He is home from school sick. This is the 2nd day. I thought he was stir crazy yesterday!!! So- what did I do, I tried to keep writing for just a few more moments, until my 11 month old decided that the printer below my feet looked pretty cool. So as she is screaming that I will not let her near it, and my 4 year old is trying to prevent her from getting any closer to the computer table, I am just laughing. Really? I thought to myself. I am the mom right? Why is nobody listening, or demonstrating any patience? Sooooo, I got off of the computer, let my son have a turn, feed my baby, changed her, bathed her, rocked her, read and sang to her, and then put her to sleep. My son was doing rather well on the computer. That was until momma decided to start to paint. I thought I could get in some time on a painting I have been wanting to do, while my baby was sleeping, and my 4 year old was learning. Oh no-he was DONE_DONE_DONE with that. Okay, I said, as I set him up with some paints of his own. Yet frustrated in the back of my head. Am I the boss I thought? After a few moments of painting, he was ready to be done. So I stopped my painting again, so that I could clean his hands. The phone rang, I did not get it, because I knew that my son was NOT going to cooperate with me trying to have an adult conversation.....AM I the boss? I was really starting to wonder.

He wanted to watch a movie. I set him up in my bed, so he could watch his cartoons and relax. Just as I am about to go to the bathroom for maybe the 2nd time today-I hear from my bed....MOMMA, my son bellows, GET ME A SNACK!! Are you kidding me? I have really lost power here, to a 4 year old, and an 11 month old! "This is out of control" I say to him." Where are your manors" I ask him. Please? He says. Please what I ask. Please get me a snack. Please may I have a snack I say. He repeats me. So I tell him I will be right back with his snack. 1 second later...DON"T FORGET MY DRINK!! I just take a deep breath and think to my self, in a few moments, he will be setteled, and I can catch a break. WRONG!! The phone rings, and so I answer it. I was really thinking that I was going to get to have a conversation with an adult. Well just after a very few minutes, my daughter hollars from her room. She was done with her nap, and no longer happy being in her crib. She is starting to cry louder. I am trying to finish up the conversation as my friend on the other line laughs just laughs. See what I mean I ask...Whos the boss? I chuckeled, and said to her, there it is, another page... and so my second blog of the day was written. Thanks kids!!!!

Good morning everyone.....

It is funny to think that last night, I was wondering what in the world will I write about? That is silly considering since I have begun blogging, stories from all of my friends and family have come in realating to my blog. I am thankful that someone is reading it. It also hit me how connected we all are. How similar. Stories from all over, with a common thread. The things that we say, or hear everyday. From all walks of life, and all still very similar.

My friend called me up to tell about her son. "Talk about the things they say," she said when I answered. "I was taking my son to his friends house earlier, and he asked me what a mamogram was." Her son is a teen age boy, so that makes it even funnier. She explained that it was an e-ray of a womans chest, and then asked him why did he want to know. "Well, I sort of sent an invetation to get one to all of my friends." I know you are wondering why, because I was. She said that he went on to say that it was on the computer suggesting to send one to a friend, to raise awareness for cancer. So, I guess he thought he would help out and do his part. Imagine the faces of some of these kids when they get an e-mail suggesting this. Pretty darn funny!!!



Another girlfriend of mine called to talk about the things your mother like to imbead in you as a child. For instance, her mom would tell her if she swollowed her gum, she would grow a gum tree right in her stomach. Or of you swollowed water melon seeds, you would grow a water melon.

I know that all of your parents would tell you that if you did not eat your dinner, your muscles would never grow, and you could never become big and strong. It cracks me up.

She went on to tell me that she was with her son one day when she realized how much you really believe what your mom says. Her example, telling her son in a crowded place, if he lets go of her hand, there would be no more Ethan. She said it so often, and he listened. They were together some where, when he declaired to a stranger that he could not let go of his mothers hand, or there would be no more Ethan.

I am so loving all of these stories. Please continue to share them with me, and I will always have something to write about....

Soooooooo I was thinking.....When we talk of "they" who does that really mean? Are "they" the ones that tell us if we hold a toad, and it pees on us, we will get a wart? Or are "they" the same "they" that say if you sit too close to the T.V. you will go blind? Or how about when you cross your eyes, and your brother hits you in the back of the head, you will be cross eyed for life! Did "they" discover that by accident? How about when "they" say coffee stunts your growth? Who is "THEY"? "They" say that boys are faster then girls, girls are better listeners, and boys are better drivers. Really...I need to talk to this "THEY" I know that you have heard that "they" say that time heals everything? Or what about an apple a day keeps the Doctor away.
Is this "they" a group that gets together? Has a secret club? Do "they" really know what "they" are talking about?
"They" say you should wait a half hour before swimming, after eating, or you will get a stomach ache. "They" also told me that 2 snow flakes, are never a like. I think it is the same "they" that stated a full moon brings out the ware wolves in humans, and causes ordinary people to do very bazar and strange things. One of my favorites....when "they" say that if you really love someone, you will let them go. If they do not return to you, they were never yours to begin with. This to go along with when "they" tell you that it is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.
As I was pondering all of this, all I could picture was....

A very large person with warts on their body. Sitting around the pool eating apples, and never going swimming. If I really imagine them correctly, I am quite sure that "they" are perminatly croos-eyed, and some what blind. I am certain that "they" turn into a wear wolf on a full moon, and do the most bazar and strange things after midnight, and are very lonely. Perhaps from losing a love that was not theirs to begin with, but happy that "they" loved them in the first place. Possibly "they" are studying a cooler full of snow flakes, just to prove that no 2 are alike. They are probably drinking coffee, so I am positive that "they" are no taller then a first grader!!!!!!!

I was thinking ablout what I wanted to write today, and I was remembering back to some stories people have told me about what funny things their kids have said.

My sister once shared with me that she had been sent some flowers to her at her school. (She is a teacher.) Well, as happy as my sister was to get them, she told me that the best part of the day is when a little girl in her class said that she wanted some flowers. My sister explained to her that when spring came, their would be lots of flowers, and maybe she could collect some for herself. The little girl said okay, but began to sob. "Whats the matter?"my sister asked. The little girl replied, "but my momma doesn't know where to find springs." Very cute!!

Another storey that was shared with me, was by my aunt. Her kids are all grown now, but she said that one of her favorite memories of the kids as children, was one on a Holiday. Everyone was gathered together talking, and in walked her little girl, with a mouth full of something that she did not give her. When she asked her what she was eating, her little girl replied, "I am eating those things in the suitcases." "Suitcases", my aunt asked. "Please show me what you mean." Her daughter took her over to where there was a bowl full of peanuts. "Those mommy, those are the things in suitcases." Priceless.

In that same conversation, my moms other sister shared how her husband likes to be funny at dinner. When his plate is empty, he likes to bang his fists to the table and bellow, "Woman, that was a damn good dinner, damn good!" Well much to their surprise, their little guy pays very close attention to daddy. Several days later when they were dining in a restuarant, after eating pizza, their son slammed his fists to the table. "Momma, that was damn good pizza, damn good." Just like her, I would have wanted to climb under the table, and crack up laughing, all at the same time.

I just love stories of kids. They are unpredictable, and unforgetable. I often think that God desighned them to be so cute, and so funny, so that they can survive childhood. Otherwise, I am quite certain there are times I could have killed those little monsters.

There was a time when my oldest, who is now 8, was very young. She could relly get you to a belly laugh. As most girls are, she is very dramatic. She was in the middle of getting in trouble for what? I cannot recall at the time. However, after receiving her ounishment, broke out in tears. As she was balling her eyes out, looks at me and says, "I am crying because you are standing on my feelings." I got such a kick out of that, we still say it to this day when we are upset with eachother.

I could sit here all day and spout out such stories of the humor our children bring to our lives, but then I would have anything to write about tomorrow. So I will leave you with this.... As your children are young, get a journal. Write down the things they say. I know you will have a book in no time. It is not only memories for you to keep, but I am sure that they would love to know the joy they brought to your life when they were young.

As I was writing my first blog, I thought of millions of things I hear from kids everywhere. It is amazing how there little brains work. For instance, a torn teddy, well of coarse it needs a band-aide. Just as much as a hurt finger, even when it is not bleeding. If you want to get into their minds, you often have to be a child yourself. Play in the rain, and jump in puddles. Build forts out of blankets and chairs. Make mud pies and sell them for a hug. Collect nature, so you can glue it down on paper. Draw on walls, bake ginger bread men just to eat right when they are done. Stick your hands in a bowl of cooked spaghetti. Make a fashion show. Build hideouts out of boxes. Make up secret agent names. Play in your food. Do crafts. Get messy. Don't be afraid to run around the house chasing after someone. Blow bubbles in your milk. Paint your face for no reason at all. Play dress up.
If you can say that you do any of these regularly, I will say that you are holding on to that child at heart. This will not only make you feel younger, it will help your children remember their childhood like a magical dream......

Have you ever really listened to your kids, and what they say? Even in talking with eachother? Their imaginations are unlimited. They say and do the funniest things. Ask the funniest questions. my son comes up with some doozies. He would like to know how the wind whistles. And how do we get our voices through the phone lines. Why can a squirrel go accross the phone line without being shocked. How does a plane stay in the air? Is it how the clouds do? Does God have voice mail? And is necker peck a sware word? He is 4. What am I in for when he is older? I just smile at his questions, and often tell him, "ya know, that is a really good question for your teacher."
If you ever want to laugh out loud, or really have to sit and think, sit down with a child, they may end up teaching you more then you ever thought you would want to know.