Monday, November 26, 2007

From Cole to Ethan, with love

I'm convinced at this point that Cole (aka Fatty, Fat Daddy, Newman, Colie Rolie, and Dole--Eric doesn't quite have his C's down yet) just lives to spite Ethan. He's around 16 now (got him on Christmas Eve of 1991, my Mom loves to tell the story of missing her work Christmas party to drive to Bel Air to get him) and at every annual vet visit, Ethan and I hold our breath to find out if this will be 'the year' that the vet will finally advise us to send him to a better place. Granted, we our holding our breath waiting on different outcomes, but it's a suspenseful couple of days just the same. And, in the end, you can see Cole practically laughing at Ethan as the vet calls and says things are fine, especially considering his age.

Anyway, so off we go to our annual visit and things seem to be okay. Vet calls a few days later to discuss some 'unusual' test results and in the midst of playing phone tag, Ethan and I discuss how far we are willing to go to keep Cole alive. I mean, let's face it, he is 16, and he's grumpy (mostly to Ethan), he has trouble with the steps some times, trouble with the litter box a lot of times, and there's only so much you can do for him even if we did have an unlimited kitty fund. So we have our discussion and agree to what we are willing to do.

Finally talk to the vet and it's a continuation of last year...Cole's kidneys are continuing to shut down. Levels are not where they're supposed to be, his weight is down, his appearance shows he's losing his appetite and ability/desire to groom himself...I start preparing myself for the medication recommendations.

Last year's recommendation: prescription cat food (not much more than regular food)

This year's recommendation: Pepcid AC

I think this about sums up what Cole would 'say' to Ethan, if only he could:

Sunday, November 25, 2007

How do I find these people?

We had a very profitable craigslist week, and managed to unload a stroller, wine fridge, and refrigerator cart (used to hold the wine fridge). So I guess I've answered my own question about where I find these people, because clearly my ads have some subliminal message that says "come tell me your life story when all I really want is to regain some storage space and put a few bucks in our fun money fund."

Stroller lady was not bad, since the weather was so nice on Wednesday, I just met her outside and all was well. Day before Thanksgiving, maybe she wanted to get home and get stuff done...who knows.

Wine fridge guy calls me Saturday morning and says he's headed to the gym "for a few hours" and shows up at his promised time. Probably about my age, covered with many tattoos, but still sticks around while Evan and Eric are trying to see who can play the drum louder and talks about how he plays the drum and he wanted the wine fridge because he lives on the 22nd floor and the fluctuation in temperature is killing his wine, but he didn't really feel he needed the 18 bottle fridge...blah, blah, blah. And we only let him as far as the dining room because that's where the fridge was plugged in.

Cart lady was the best/worst. She actually wanted to come by on Thanksgiving, which was fine, except we didn't get home until after she had left the Virginia area. So she came back today and while her husband is looking like he wants to poke his eyes out with the car keys, tells me all about some organic wine with a weird cork and when they opened it there was plastic in the wine so now she's getting a free case of wine, which is nice, but she's not really a big wine drinker, so...blah, blah, blah.

But I have space in my house and money in my pocket :-)

Is it Monday yet?

Remember when long weekends used to be relaxing? And now, with kids, they are downright tiring!! And everyone was on reasonably good behavior and healthy!! Late this afternoon it came crashing to a halt and I made the mistake of mentioning male PMS which earned a very evil look from Ethan (hey, bad mood after watching football all day and the Eagles haven't even lost--I mean, played--yet?).

At one point, the boys were being very sweet with one another, sitting in a chair looking at books together. I thought I would use this opportunity to get some updated pictures of them and here's the best that I could get:

Okay, in the beginning they were actually being calm and cute, but absolutely refusing to look at the camera:

And then, in an effort to 'help', Evan started bonking Eric which is great because it gets him to laugh and show his ginormous teeth, but then I very quickly lose any control I may have had and eventually have to intervene before concussions start happening:

Guess that's what I get for having boys ;-)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy **Tired** Thanksgiving

This will be short, because I am exhausted. I did minimal cooking, cleaning, or anything else, thanks to our lovely host and hostess, but I am still exhausted. I am also thankful...

  • thankful for my family, immediate and extended, near and far
  • thankful for my friends, the ones that I see often, and the ones that I hardly see, but still feel incredibly close to, thanks to the wonders of technology
  • thankful for a job, a job that I have, that is secure, and that--despite some downfalls--I really do enjoy going to every day
  • thankful for a warm home on a cold day, with the ability to watch football on one TV and Grey's Anatomy on another
  • thankful for SLEEP
Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

What's the weirdest Christmas present you've ever bought?

I don't know what made me think of this today, but I think the strangest thing I ever had to buy was a plastic bone for a stuffed dog. Last Christmas, when anyone asked Evan what he wanted Santa to bring him, the answer was "a new bone for Buck." I thought this would wear off at some point, but lo and behold, I found myself in Giant a couple of days before Christmas buying a pack of nylon bones for Buck. And Evan was thrilled...he carried a bone around with Buck for a good couple of months (eventually we had to make them disappear because Cole kept getting hold of them and chewing on them).

Evan and his beloved Buck

So, what's the weirdest gift you've had to buy?

Sometimes I feel more productive at home than at work...

I got a lot done today, and am very impressed with myself. Granted, I didn't have to do tons of Thanksgiving prep, but still. Dentist, grocery store, CVS, dry cleaning, haircut, a little Christmas shopping...I'm happy! My blogging suffers, to which Ethan tells me I should get a government job so I will have more time to work on my blog. Good to see he still has his sense of humor now that he's one of 'them.'

So, today's adventures...kicked off the day by kicking Ethan out of bed 20 minutes before his dentist appt, rushed the boys through breakfast so I could get Eric to daycare before Evan and I had to be at the dentist. Decided I will no longer participate in the Wed morning family outing to the dentist. Ethan thinks going first thing in the morning is the greatest thing ever...until it becomes socially acceptable for me to have a glass of wine at 9 AM at work after my dentist appointment, I don't think so. I don't like going to the dentist (although ours is great), much less first thing in the morning. Still, everyone sailed through with no cavities or anything like that. Yay!

Stopped in the dollar store just to see what was there and came to the realization that this is a great place for stocking stuffers!! Picked up a few things for the kids and was even more exciting to realize it's stuff they will think is cool, but then use (toothbrushes with Spiderman on them...oh to be 4!)

Giant was an entertaining place to be the day before Thanksgiving, but when you need milk, you need milk (and Ethan makes fun of me because I buy 3 gallons at a time). Wasn't as bad as Lydia's Whole Foods experience (I have had a similar time picking up a pre-cooked dinner at Balduccis the day before Thanksgiving in the RAIN), but I was incredibly grateful to get my 5 things and roll out of there without getting run over by some little old lady or smacked with a cane!!

I had to return a busted DVD player to Best Buy and was amused by a sign reading "No returns on Friday until after 2 PM" Who would go out on Black Friday to return something????? I have no plans to set foot in a store period, let alone just to return something! That's why I was there today!! :-)

So, you see, not a very exciting day, but productive nonetheless. And a lady just came by to pick up one of our old strollers and put a few bucks in my pocket! Yay!! Not ready to part with any of the other 4 though ;-)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Christmas keeps getting earlier and earlier...

I realized yesterday that the Christmas season is here and in full swing. I knew it was coming as the Christmas trees and decorations gradually started taking over the Halloween aisles of Michaels and Target. I realized it was getting close as the toy catalogs started arriving in the mail. But yesterday...yesterday it seemed to fully arrive. I realized that the soft rock radio stations had converted to 24 hours of Christmas music (seriously? it's not even Thanksgiving!!). And I especially realized it as I spent 20 minutes going through the 2 traffic lights that get past the mall. Yes, for me, the start of the Christmas season is when it takes longer to drive than it would to walk somewhere in our area. So, just counting the number of working days (I have) left in the year, there are 16 chances that:
  • I will spend well over an hour driving the 1 mile route home from daycare
  • I will leave the car at daycare and pile the kids in the stroller to walk home (note to self, put double stroller and tennis shoes in the truck)
  • We will eat Blimpies for dinner, since there is one in the same building as daycare
  • I will have to pay 50 cents to exit on the toll road because traffic will be so jammed at the next exit with people trying to get to the mall
On the up side, I only have 16 working days left in the year!! And that includes today!!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

And on the seventh day, she made pie

Yep, that about sums up the accomplishments of today...I made pie. Okay, I did a little more than that: Evan and I went to church (he refused to sing during church, but launched into the Eagles fight song the second we were out the door), watched a little football and visited with some friends, and also made up a batch of spaghetti sauce. Not my best, but it got rid of the 17 pounds of tomatoes that were taking over the fridge. But let's get back to pie.

In preparation for Thanksgiving, I figured I would do the hard work of the pumpkin pies today and make the filling. It was an entertaining day and Ethan realized after about 3 minutes that he should remove himself and the children from the same floor as the knife-wielding crazy lady (that would be me). Oh, I guess I should mention the pies get made from real pumpkin, not the canned variety. Here's how it went.

I collected the pumpkins and started the process of hacking them into small pieces to be boiled. I think, if I do this again, I need to invest in a chainsaw, or at the very least a large meat cleaver. At one point, I did contemplate putting each pumpkin into a bag and throwing it out the window onto the pavement instead of hacking into it with a giant knife. For the sake of those outside my immediate family that have to eat the pies, I did not do this.

After hacking, boil the living daylights out of the pumpkin (see, even if I did throw them out the window there wouldn't have been any germs left after the boiling). Then, puree using the neighbor's food processor that looked like it was older than me. It had no power button, so you had to load some pumpkin, plug it in, and pray not to electrocute yourself. It worked though, so I'm not complaining. And Ethan's smoothies will not have a pumpkin flavor for the next month like they did the last time I did this and used his blender.

Then comes the real messy part, which only pictures can describe (and I was cleaning as I went along):

I think I count 3 measuring cups, 2 mixing bowls, a colander, a food processor, a hand mixer, and 1 bottle of wine (which I did not drink while making, but it adds to the picture)

A pot of pumpkin goo, seeds for roasting (excellent with ground garlic and salt), another mixing bowl, and many towels. Notice the little pumpkin that was spared hiding behind the pot...I really did need a chainsaw to try and hack through that thing!!

Everything but the pumpkin (my mother sent me the recipe because apparently the 'new' Betty Crocker cookbook recipe just isn't the same as the old one and why mess with something that tastes so good?)

And now the pre-mixed filling is safely packed into Ziploc bags to be baked on Wednesday. I am baking one to take into work tomorrow to try out on my guinea pigs. Last time I used them as guinea pigs, they sent me home to bake more of these. Hopefully the pie goes over just as well! Anyway, pumpkin pie...easy enough right? Whew...

And a random picture I found when uploading the pie making adventure. Eric and I were going 'bye-bye' one day and when I turned around from getting my coat on, I found a miniature bag lady (boy).

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

If Thanksgiving originated in 2007...

...we'd be eating pizza and cupcakes!

Daycare does 'Thanksgiving Dinner' aka 'Family Pizza Night' in mid-November every year. I'm not quite sure what the relation is to Thanksgiving other than the fact that it's November (no cute shows/poems or anything like that), but there's definitely family and pizza involved. I met up with the boyz for this special treat and I think it's the best time I've had at this thing. First year I didn't really know any kids/parents, last year it was during Ethan's hospital stay and probably the only meal I ate for a week, so it was nice to watch Evan and Andrew being goofy and have Eric insist that I clean his hands only to dip them in the chocolate icing all over again :-)

Warm fuzzies turned cold

I'm pretty sure Evan talks as much at night as the average person does during the day. At 1:00 AM, he had a crisis because the soap dispenser was empty and I'm pretty sure he was telling me I needed to fix this, but I can't be sure. I managed to get enough soap out to convince Evan that he could wash his hands and go back to bed and no I was not going to snuggle with him. Whew.

So I'm doing my morning hair/makeup routine this morning and Evan comes in to chat as I have little dots of foundation all over my face.

"Mommy, you're putting that on so you feel nice?"

"Yeah buddy" (getting a nice warm fuzzy at him being so sweet)

"It smells funny"

And the warm fuzzy moment is over.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Forgot about Monday

I went to work yesterday to let Ethan enjoy his final day of unemployment, hopefully the last one until he retires. He calls me at work around 9:30 and I hear the boyz in the background. And I laugh. My dear hubby did not realize that daycare was open yesterday and he did not need to have a grand plan to entertain them by himself yesterday. Ha ha!!

Since I finished all my tediously boring tasks, I left working and figured I would 'enjoy' the rest of the holiday at home. Ethan was engrossed with doing his new company paperwork, so I figured I would catch up on some yardwork. Yes, this is really bad, since our yard consists of a teeny-tiny garden and a small yard in desperate need of more TLC than I am capable of giving it on a wet Monday afternoon. Still, when the ground is wet, it's a good day to pull weeds, so I did. Then I tackled the mess that grows around the base of our fence. Then I pulled a dead bird out of the fence and decided I was done with yard work for the day.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Fly, Eagles, fly....

Evan has gone to his first Eagles game today (Redskins play the Eagles in DC). I've heard the Eagles fight song so many times this morning, I could probably fake my way through it in a crowd at the game. And the song ends with the chanting of E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!!! which has become part of everyday conversation with Evan. They've been gone for 2 hours and the damn song is still going through my head.

Since sleeping is still a hot topic of conversation, I'm happy to say Evan slept until 7:30 and Eric until almost 8:30 this morning. We got home late last night from PA, and both kids fell asleep (late) in the car on the way home and barely noticed as they were carried to their beds. Evan was a little confused at 4 AM when he woke with his clothes on and then wanted to brush his teeth since he 'forgot' to do it before he went to bed, so it wasn't exactly a peaceful night, but better than some others.

And I'm sympathizing more and more with my Aunt Keri as Eric now seems to make a habit out of barfing in the car after a meal on road trips.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Ay yiy yiy...

Things I've learned today:
  • Our bar refrigerator is capable of making beer ice cold
  • You can freeze beer in a refrigerator
    • Most likely to freeze: Rolling Rock
    • Least likely to freeze: Sam Adams Octoberfest
  • Frozen beer is not fun to clean up
  • Almost frozen beer tastes AWESOME, especially after a ridiculously bad day
  • Meetings suck, especially when they are in 2 different buildings in the cold rain and every other meeting is in the other building
  • If you do not refrigerate a prescription that you are supposed to refrigerate, CVS will not replace it for you unless your doctor calls to request another prescription
  • The doctor is not as nice on the phone at 7 PM on Friday night when you put in an 'emergency' call to get a prescription called in because someone left the original one in the diaper bag all day
  • If you get the same prescription twice in one week (or in our case, one day), insurance will not pay for it
  • If insurance will not pay for the prescription, the pharmacist, cashier, and some other random CVS employee will all feel the need to relay this information to you. Twice.
  • Throwing the unrefrigerated prescription at the CVS employee is a bad idea (okay, I didn't really do this, but I did have to recite it over and over in my head as random employee decided he also needed to tell me I would have to pay for the prescription because insurance wasn't going to cover it because there was not enough time between refills)
  • I get a headache when the vein in my forehead has been bulging in anger for too long
  • Ice cold beer is good

Funny what turns it around...

I woke up this morning to a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I'm mad at my husband. REALLY mad. Eric was up at 6 am bawling his little eyes out (at top volume) and sounding like he has a bad cold. Ethan is taking him to the doctor just in case, but we're both thinking it's just a cold and this may be the kick-off to nebulizer season. Evan was also up at 6 am (tough to sleep through the crying) and after I caught him picking at something he shouldn't be picking at (waaaaay worse than the nose), he added his own screams to the mix. Which he re-started when I told him his penalty for picking was that he couldn't take a toy to daycare for show and share. Repeat screaming when we had the conversation AGAIN just before I left the house. Did I mention I'm mad at my husband? It's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

And then I read Emily's blog from yesterday...and while I've been proud of her for a while for all her hard work to look awesome again, I am incredibly happy that complete strangers will also get to be proud of her and hopefully inspired to get themselves into better shape and have long, happy lives with their families too. So thank you for sharing your excitement and giving me something to be happy about on what I was sure was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day :-)

Update: Eric has an ear infection. Good that we can fix it with medicine, but not good that this is his second ear infection in as many months!!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Just a good day...

Some days are just good...nothing special, nothing planned, but everything just turns out right. Today was one of those days (and I didn't do any shopping!).

It was my co-worker Jen's birthday (same girl who webbed my cube on Halloween), so it was time for a little payback fun. Over the course of the day, she had her cube decorated, 'happy birthday' sung by a group of 60+ people, a surprise cake, and some margaritas to close things out. Good times.

After a stop at home to talk to a contractor about some potential kitchen/bathroom renovations and kiss all the boys, I headed back out to meet my mom for dinner. Can't go wrong with a little crab soup at Legal Seafoods!!

Sometimes dinner with mom is dinner with MOM, and sometimes it's like dinner with an old friend...that was tonight, which was nice. We chatted about work and cars and Christmas and other things we both like to talk about :-) And when I came home and checked in on Evan, he asked "Mom, did you have a nice time with GG?" tantrums about not being able to go, he was just as adorable as can be.

Today was just one of those good days!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Whose child is this?

At dinner, Ethan offered Evan some pickles with his cheeseburger and Evan requested 3 (they were just little pickle slices, although I don't doubt that Evan can eat 3 full size pickles in one sitting). Ethan scooped 3 pickles out and Evan said "no Daddy, I already had 1, so I just need 2 more." Clearly my child with his brilliant math skills already kicking in!!

After dinner, I went to run some errands and Ethan tried to convince Evan to take an early bath..."if you take a bath now, you can have a long bath. If you wait, you can take a short bath." Evan responded with "I want a medium bath." Clearly Ethan's child with his ability to take 2 distinct simple choices and choose something else.

And I just need to mention that Ethan's feet smell awful. Hopefully Evan doesn't get his foot odors.


The shopping gods are smiling on me lately...I wonder if I can get all my Christmas shopping done before it runs out :-)
  • Ebates is having a double cash back day at Target...8% cash back just for going through the ebates site first.
  • Found a coupon for 10% off my order at Target and toys had free shipping, so I did all the toy shopping for the boys without even leaving the house (oh right, I'm at work) and almost 20% back in my pocket.
  • I bought 2 of these cute cups the other day, but the straws were missing (explains why they were severely discounted)...I emailed the company yesterday and they are sending me 4 new straws! The cup is awesome by the way...I tend to leave drinks laying around for several hours and after FOUR hours, my iced tea still had ice in it!

Monday, November 5, 2007

Yet another reason I don't like Hair Cuttery

I was traumatized in college by a guy who attempted to make me look like one of the character's in Friends. Looking back, it really wasn't a bad haircut, but at the time it was awful and I hated. Who wants hair that you have to style when you're in college? Land of the throw your hair in a ponytail and run to class? So that's where the dislike started. It increased over the years when I was desperate for a haircut and figured 'how bad can they mess up a little trim?' and instead came out missing several inches.

I know some people have great luck with Hair Cuttery, I am just not one of them. And now neither is Evan. They're hit or miss with Ethan, which is really bad. I mean, how can you mess up that haircut (sorry E!).

Anywho, we've tried various efforts of getting kids haircut, including doing it ourselves at home (Ethan mans the clippers, I have no skill in this area). Doesn't turn out bad, but it doesn't turn out great, there's a huge mess, lots of crying, no one really enjoys it. So when Cartoon Cuts opened in the mall by us, we were immediately enthralled by the movies, video games, bubbles, and the elephant that washes your hair. I am not so enthralled by the $15.99 price tag (plus tip) for the 'shampoo and haircut' especially since I have 2 boys with no need to get their hair washed and seem to need a haircut at least once a month. And you've already heard the shoe story. So this time, we decided to send Evan with Ethan for a haircut, and since Ethan is man of leisure for another week, they went to Hair Cuttery at the mall.

Ethan came home with a pretty good haircut.

Evan came home with what looked like a hair cut. As in, maybe one hair had been cut. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but honestly, it looked no better than the mess he had going on before he went in there. From the muttering and twitching Ethan was doing, I gather it was a painful experience for him and he just needed to get the heck out of there instead of waiting until it was done right, which I have complete respect for. Sometimes it's better just to leave and call it a day.

Sunday, Evan and I and the receipt marched back into Hair Cuttery and very nicely asked that they fixed the unacceptable disaster they had left on top of my son's head. Pretty sure I used those exact words, and repeated them again when they brought the woman over who had done the handiwork on Saturday. Suddenly she became very kind and sat Evan in a chair and chopped about an inch off the top of his hair, saying she couldn't do it 'right' he day before because he was sitting on Ethan's lap. Now, I've been the lap for a lot of haircuts and this is the first time I heard this excuse, but hey, she's got sharp pointy things next to my son's head, so I'm willing to behave. We finish the haircut and I realize...
  1. We will not be returning to Hair Butchery anytime soon. I'll pay the extra $6 to go to Cartoon Cuts and get an adorable haircut with happy children
  2. We really need to give up on the idea that Evan can even get haircuts and just send him in for a buzz. The kid has a cowlick that runs the entire top of his head on one side, even after the lady removed an inch of hair.
  3. Sometimes it feels good to go in there and tell someone they screwed up and make them fix it!! And I did it without swearing, raising my voice, or even losing my temper...maybe I should take Evan with me everywhere I go :-)
How do my blogs get to be so long?

So close...

I just realized Lydia did the same title on her latest blog...too funny...I swear I thought of it before I wrote this!!

I had a near perfect shopping weekend, and I'm proud of myself, so I want to remember it...
  • I had 3 things to return at 3 different stores and I returned ALL of them
  • I had to use a 40% off coupon at Michaels by Saturday and I did (and crossed another godchild off the Christmas shopping list)
  • I needed a new red sweater because I shrunk my old red sweater (apparently 'fine merino wool' will shrink even when you follow the instructions, but 'extra fine merino wool' will not shrink). Even though I bought the 1st red Sweater at Filene's Basement, Marshalls came through on red sweater #2. Still need a light gray one though...
  • I replaced my broken sunglasses. I even bought 2 pairs because the price was good and I had a coupon!
  • I bought SIX new pairs of work pants, all Calvin Klein (which I love) for less than $200...if only I had realized you can buy brand new clothes off of ebay for dirt-cheap earlier, I would have spent even less money (4 pairs from Filene's Basement, 2 from ebay)...
  • I bought one new pair of jeans...okay, here's the 'almost perfect' part. I actually bought 2 pairs of jeans, but one of those pairs is a size 10 and I don't know how I missed that fact. But even funnier that Lydia mentioned buying size 10 pants in her blog, so maybe she wants the pants :-)
  • Both boys got haircuts (although Evan's will get it's own blog later...what a disaster...solidifies my hatred of Hair Cuttery)
  • I did not get to make my return trip to FYE, but looking at everything else, I'm okay with that!!

Early mornings

Sunday morning went amazingly well with both kids sleeping until almost 7 (which would have been 8 the day before). I think it helped that I changed the clock in Evan's room after he went to sleep, so if he woke up and saw 5:10 AM, he would know it was waaay to early to get up. I have some good mom-smarts some days, and Saturday night was one of those days!!

This morning...yikes. My alarm went off at 5:30 AM and about a minute later I hear Evan singing in the bathroom. And he doesn't really know how to sing quietly. After a lengthy discussion about being quiet when everyone is sleeping (there's no such thing as a short conversation with Evan), I then argue with him about going back to bed. I show him the numbers on the clock and tell him he needs to go back to sleep until he sees 7:00 (this has backfired on us in the past where, as soon as he sees a '7' anywhere on the clock, he claims it's 7:00). I check my email to give him few minutes to settle down (our bathroom shares a wall with his room, so he will hear the shower) and, surprisingly enough, he stays down until about 6:15. Well, once I"m up and dressed, there's no fooling him, so when I left this morning, he was watching Stanley with Ethan sleeping beside him. Hopefully Eric slept for a while!

Sharing a computer

Up until Friday, Ethan and I were both lucky enough to have company-provided laptops, which is pretty darn nice. We also have a laptop at home which is about 3 years old and incredibly slow. One of the Best Buy $400 deals...good at the time, but barely runs now. Anyway, Ethan had to return his company laptop on Friday, which makes sense since he no longer works for that company :-) Unfortunately, I don't think the new company is going to provide him a new laptop, which means he keeps trying to sneak onto my nice laptop. I'm sure he'll swear he hasn't done anything, but I've noticed the following changes:
  1. I keep getting logged out of yahoo.
  2. When I go to pages that I've been going to everyday for the past 2 years, I have to actually remember my login name, because it no longer automatically appears for me.
  3. Applications keep closing when I am away from my computer. And they're not saving before they close.
  4. I seem to have acquired a new interest in fantasy football, as there were multiple tabs open on this topic yesterday.
Santa, if you're listening, maybe Ethan needs his own computer for Christmas??? I mean, what good is a Wii when they don't even have Tetris?!?!?

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Things I've learned this morning

And it's only 7:20
  1. We're out of milk (okay, I knew this yesterday, but didn't realize the implications until just now)
  2. Eric does not like oatmeal. Not even when I put Cheerios in it to make him think it's a bowl of cereal.
  3. Evan talks a LOT.
  4. Evan is going to be awake at 5:20 tomorrow morning. Nooooooooo.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Resisting the urge

I really want a Pepsi and a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Instead I'm having oatmeal and a big glass of water. Someone remind me why I need to eat healthy? Having trouble remembering.

And if the darn kids weren't up every hour, I might not need the Pepsi so bad! Evan goes through phases where he suddenly becomes unable to pull the covers up over himself so he either 1) screams from his room "can somebody come puts the covers back on me?!?!" or 2) actually gets out of bed and comes into our room to make this request in a much quieter voice. Either way, it scares the crap out of me and I have to get out of bed.

At least it's Friday...