This morning, I felt like a rock star mom. I looked out at Abby, waiting at the bus stop in the 2 degree weather, wearing her earmuffs, scarf and gloves and realized something...
I didn't tell her to put any of those things on. She did it by herself. Go Abby!
Success! Internal air guitar celebration! Happy dancing in my pajamas! "Wayne's World! Party time! Excellent!" I'm a rock star.
But for every "Walk the Line", there is a "Walk the Dinosaur"
For every "Disco Inferno", there is a "Disco Duck"
And just like life, when you are on top - someone knocks you back to reality. Even when you are a rock star.
Moments after Abby boarded the bus and was off to school, Lucy took off her left sock and handed it to me. She then walked around the house wearing only the right sock for the next 3 hours.
Oh, Lucy. You are a funny little stinker.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
In the cah...to the bah
Lucy must be from Boston.
She has my briefcase and is walking through the house with it.
"Where you going, Lou?"
"A bahhhhhh"
"Do you have a meeting?"
"A baahhhhhh"
"You going to the office?"
"A BAHHHHHH"
Apparently, Lucy needs a beer.
(Truth be told, so does Momma)
Stay warm, peeps.
She has my briefcase and is walking through the house with it.
"Where you going, Lou?"
"A bahhhhhh"
"Do you have a meeting?"
"A baahhhhhh"
"You going to the office?"
"A BAHHHHHH"
Apparently, Lucy needs a beer.
(Truth be told, so does Momma)
Stay warm, peeps.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
If ACS CAN, I Can
I recently took on another volunteer position (ssssshhh...nobody tell Rob) with the Relay for Life, benefiting the American Cancer Society. I am one of the co-chairs of Advocacy and Mission for the Relay in our area.
I am still feeling out what is involved with this job, and have discovered the group ACS CAN, American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network.
So my first job is to see how many people I can get to email their Congressman, with the help of the website below and ask them to increase funding for cancer research.
Please take a moment and check out this website....a cure can be found, together we CAN.
http://acscan.org/research
I am still feeling out what is involved with this job, and have discovered the group ACS CAN, American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network.
So my first job is to see how many people I can get to email their Congressman, with the help of the website below and ask them to increase funding for cancer research.
Please take a moment and check out this website....a cure can be found, together we CAN.
http://acscan.org/research
Friday, January 10, 2014
peanut shells
Lucy has been watching a lot of Charlie Brown cartoons lately, and there is one called "Happy New Year, Charlie Brown" that you may not have seen.
Without ruining it for you, Charlie Brown gets assigned to read "War and Peace" over Christmas break and misses the big New Year's Eve party thrown by Peppermint Patty and Marcie. Patty and Marcie both want to dance with "Chuck" at midnight but he is still crushing on the little red haired girl.
Conversations I have had with my
self today:
Why is Charlie Brown more well-read than I am?
Why are these cartoon characters so relationship-obsessed? The Peanuts Gang must live in Peyton Place
Why is Peppermint Patty so mad that Charlie Brown invited the little red haired girl to her party when Peppermint Patty set the precedent by inviting herself, Marcie AND Franklin to Thanksgiving?
It is quite possible that I need some adult-time. Thank God it's Friday.
Thanks everyone for the advice regarding Abby's Kindle and the charging of it overnight. I'm glad to hear it won't do too much damage to it, but I refuse to accept that "Abby was right" since she didn't listen to her mother. Am I right Moms? Thanks again, peeps!
Without ruining it for you, Charlie Brown gets assigned to read "War and Peace" over Christmas break and misses the big New Year's Eve party thrown by Peppermint Patty and Marcie. Patty and Marcie both want to dance with "Chuck" at midnight but he is still crushing on the little red haired girl.
Conversations I have had with my
self today:Why is Charlie Brown more well-read than I am?
Why are these cartoon characters so relationship-obsessed? The Peanuts Gang must live in Peyton Place
Why is Peppermint Patty so mad that Charlie Brown invited the little red haired girl to her party when Peppermint Patty set the precedent by inviting herself, Marcie AND Franklin to Thanksgiving?
It is quite possible that I need some adult-time. Thank God it's Friday.
Thanks everyone for the advice regarding Abby's Kindle and the charging of it overnight. I'm glad to hear it won't do too much damage to it, but I refuse to accept that "Abby was right" since she didn't listen to her mother. Am I right Moms? Thanks again, peeps!
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
70% is bad, bad, bad
The numbers.
I'm not talking about the Lost numbers (although the G4 Channel is gone, and so is my Lost reruns fix which depresses the crap out of me, but I digress)
Numbers are Abby's thing. She's excellent at Math...always has been. But her structured way of thinking has moved over to numbers and is causing us grief.
We have always had issues with time. Don't wake Abby up at 6:59, she'll yell at you about waking her up "way too early". Wake her up at 7:00. She helped me the other day by telling me not to trust Grandma's clock. It was a minute off. Abby looked at me like, "Told ya."
The other night, waiting at the mall for Amber to meet Abby for a movie, she said "What time is it?" I said, "4:43" She said "Awesome, Amber will be here in 2 minutes because she is supposed to meet us at 4:45." When Amber was late, Abby was sure my phone had the incorrect time on it.
Our newest issue is with the Kindle Fire, Abby's Christmas gift from her dad, myself and Grandma. The other night as I tucked Abby in, I noticed that her Kindle was on the charger.
"What percentage is your battery at?", I asked.
"70%"
"Un-plug it while you sleep please. It isn't good to keep it plugged in overnight. If you over-charge the battery, it will start to go bad."
"OK, Mom."
Well, long story short, I discovered that she plugged it back in after I left the room.
It's the numbers.
70 is bad...100 is much better. She relates the battery number with the school grading system. 70 is bad (average, but "bad" to Abby) and 100 is much better. 100 is essential. 100 is ideal. She can't concentrate or sleep unless it's at 100% or charging away to get there.
We discussed this with her therapist today and Abby said she was "distracted" by the 70% battery and needed to "fix it" to relax.
These are the things that keep Abby up at night, and the repercussions then keep ME awake at night.
I am 100% positive that we will get through this and 70% positive that the Kindle battery will fail early. Pick your battles, Sarah.
I'm not talking about the Lost numbers (although the G4 Channel is gone, and so is my Lost reruns fix which depresses the crap out of me, but I digress)
Numbers are Abby's thing. She's excellent at Math...always has been. But her structured way of thinking has moved over to numbers and is causing us grief.
We have always had issues with time. Don't wake Abby up at 6:59, she'll yell at you about waking her up "way too early". Wake her up at 7:00. She helped me the other day by telling me not to trust Grandma's clock. It was a minute off. Abby looked at me like, "Told ya."
The other night, waiting at the mall for Amber to meet Abby for a movie, she said "What time is it?" I said, "4:43" She said "Awesome, Amber will be here in 2 minutes because she is supposed to meet us at 4:45." When Amber was late, Abby was sure my phone had the incorrect time on it.
Our newest issue is with the Kindle Fire, Abby's Christmas gift from her dad, myself and Grandma. The other night as I tucked Abby in, I noticed that her Kindle was on the charger.
"What percentage is your battery at?", I asked.
"70%"
"Un-plug it while you sleep please. It isn't good to keep it plugged in overnight. If you over-charge the battery, it will start to go bad."
"OK, Mom."
Well, long story short, I discovered that she plugged it back in after I left the room.
It's the numbers.
70 is bad...100 is much better. She relates the battery number with the school grading system. 70 is bad (average, but "bad" to Abby) and 100 is much better. 100 is essential. 100 is ideal. She can't concentrate or sleep unless it's at 100% or charging away to get there.
We discussed this with her therapist today and Abby said she was "distracted" by the 70% battery and needed to "fix it" to relax.
These are the things that keep Abby up at night, and the repercussions then keep ME awake at night.
I am 100% positive that we will get through this and 70% positive that the Kindle battery will fail early. Pick your battles, Sarah.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Something STINKS in Crazytown
Well, January is in full blast and today, I must say that it STINKS.
Tonight, I somehow managed to get a big mysterious chunk of poop on my foot while changing a diaper. I don't know where it came from...I mean, I KNOW where it came from but how it arrived on my foot, I do not understand.
20 seconds after the "stinky foot incident", a giant stink bug walked across the living room floor, causing Abby to lose it. Completely lose it.
1 hour later, assisted Abby with her bath, helped her dry her hair and asked her to give it one last brush before bed. Cue freak out #2.
Stink bug on the hairbrush.
"That's disgusting. Completely disgusting. I mean, SERIOUSLY? Why won't they go away?"
I feel the same way about January...it can go away. Like now.
I'm dreaming tonight of anything to distract me from my January blues....
The Olympics
Lucy's birthday
Spring
Vacation
No more diapers
Death to stinkbugs
Tonight, I somehow managed to get a big mysterious chunk of poop on my foot while changing a diaper. I don't know where it came from...I mean, I KNOW where it came from but how it arrived on my foot, I do not understand.
20 seconds after the "stinky foot incident", a giant stink bug walked across the living room floor, causing Abby to lose it. Completely lose it.
1 hour later, assisted Abby with her bath, helped her dry her hair and asked her to give it one last brush before bed. Cue freak out #2.
Stink bug on the hairbrush.
"That's disgusting. Completely disgusting. I mean, SERIOUSLY? Why won't they go away?"
I feel the same way about January...it can go away. Like now.
I'm dreaming tonight of anything to distract me from my January blues....
The Olympics
Lucy's birthday
Spring
Vacation
No more diapers
Death to stinkbugs
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Improving Crazytown
I walked a 5k for Multiple Sclerosis
I was chased by bees through the woods
I watched my brother marry the love of his life
I missed seeing Justin Bieber the next day at the Columbus zoo by 20 minutes
I became the Service Unit Manager for Girl Scouts in my town
I started a blog
I slacked off on my blogging
In 2014:
I will jog a 5k, or several of them
I will continue to take the girl scouts to fun activities, with an epi pen for now on, just in case
I will stop calling my almost 2 year old "the baby"
I will continue to work with Girl Scouts, Relay for Life, Autism Speaks and other charitable groups
I will live a healthier lifestyle, eating and exercising for a long, long life
I will watch Abby head to high school in the fall, and probably have a nervous breakdown
I will blog more
Stay tuned, the fun never stops around here...unless it's 3:00 am and
Happy New Year, 2014.
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