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Tuesday, 26 January 2016 20:55

Catching up (01-27-2016)

Over the weekend I saw 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens,' which allowed me to pick up my nearly-revoked nerd card and continue on my merry way as a happy geek don't worry, just in case there is still someone out there who hasn't seen it, there will be no spoilers here. But it was awesome. I cried entirely too much at points where you aren't necessarily supposed to cry like the opening credits. But whatever.

This is also the soonest I've seen a new release since the kids were born. It hadn't even hit the second run yet. Well, it probably would have if it had been any other movie. But it wasn't. It was still playing everywhere. That's another point in my favor.

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Tuesday, 25 August 2015 21:46

Poor organizational skills

With school starting in (deep breath) a week, (Oh, God) I have to get my act together when it comes to organization. Excuse me; I need to do some deep breathing exercises into this brown paper bag.

It isn't like I wasn't getting up early every day for the past few years, but when I did it wasn't as though I was on some tight schedule with the kids. I'd get up, clean a section of the house and get breakfast ready. We'd bring the kiddos down, eat breakfast and play. Sometimes we'd go outside, sometimes we'd color, sometimes we'd watch a show.

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Wednesday, 18 March 2015 14:43

That doesn't go there

While looking for a piece of train under the fridge I found most of the alphabet and several math problems. This was along with more pieces of cereal than I'm comfortable disclosing in a public forum. Sure, the letters and numbers were from a magnet set, but it illustrates a strange thing that happens when you're a parent you find weird things in weird places.

Once, I went into the girls' room to find they were chewing on something like gum. Except it wasn't gum. It was fluff from one of their stuffed animals they had poked a hole in. I have two full packages of crayons in my purse along with an emergency bag of goldfish crackers. Most of the coats in the house contain some kid-friendly snack for doctor's visits or just for me to scarf when no one is looking.

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Tuesday, 10 March 2015 16:39

Boredom is the next hip thing

There is never a dull moment. Someone is typically on someone's case. Even when we're all sitting down to immerse ourselves in the hierarchy of Sodor, or that strange city where Curious George lives, someone will try something. Usually kicking someone else's bean back chair (or even just putting a foot on it).

They've all realized how to get a rise out of each other and it doesn't take much. If someone so much as mentions the name of another person's assigned engine, it's the toddler equivalent of throwing down a gauntlet and declaring, 'Pistols at dawn!'

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Tuesday, 03 March 2015 21:00

Big kids things

We do a lot of kids' stuff. Our living room looks like a bomb laced with brightly colored plastic shrapnel went off. We know intimate trivia about Thomas the Tank Engine (did you know that the mythical island of Sodor was situated between England and the Isle of Man? No? Why would you?).

We play with toys, read books, sing songs, have silly fun times, make charts for poop and so on. You don't realize what an impact that can have until you start slinging around some of that lingo with your significant other.

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Tuesday, 06 January 2015 21:36

The tank engines of war

Christmas was pretty awesome. Kids came downstairs, marveled at the lights that we had put up last-minute, ate breakfast, opened presents and had a lovely time. This was after a lovely evening of decorating cookies at Grammy and Grampy's house, playing with their cousin on my husband's side, and much joy and fun to be had. Merry, merry!

Second Christmas was also great. My brother and sister-in-law came with four cousins of various ages and heights (from smaller than my kids to taller than everyone else in the house) and much fun was had playing, high-fiving, giggling and opening even more presents. Merry, merry!

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Tuesday, 16 December 2014 01:01

Gifts we give, gifts we receive

Stuff is everywhere. I have so much stuff that if I'm not constantly getting rid of some of it, we run the real risk of being buried. With the onset of Christmas, there will be more stuff it is inevitable. After all, they keep growing.

And I will be the first to admit, I am part of the problem. If left to his own devices, my husband would probably trash a good three-quarters of their toys and he's right, they wouldn't even notice. But I've never really grown up past the phase of loving blocks, and I have this sick desire to build a wooden metropolis on the coffee table. So, despite the fact that I've bruised the bottom of my feet repeatedly, stepping on various shapes of wooden pain, I don't want to get rid of any. That is sick.

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Tuesday, 14 October 2014 18:53

Up to speed

Now that the kids are older and able to maneuver through the yard without feat of grievous bodily injury, I can actually do things around the yard while they are outside.

So, I will occasionally get it into my head that I can act like a normal human and do things like rake the yard, trim the verge or work on projects. Much of the time, this is an exercise in frustration. I get two minutes into something, and a fight will break out that needs mediation and time out, followed by more time out - rinse and repeat.

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Tuesday, 07 October 2014 14:53

The stages of ick

Illness manifests in stages. It's like watching a horror movie you see the first insidious signs of infection. After going through varying stages of anger and denial, you have to face facts.

The kids deal with being sick in slightly different ways. During the day, nothing fazes the boy. Stuffed up, goopy nose and sneezing, he will re-enact Thomas the Tank Engine movies in their entirety while bombing around the house. It isn't until the evening that it really starts to take a turn for the worse. Poor dude can't sleep with his nose clogged (show me someone who can).

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Wednesday, 03 September 2014 18:53

What did I just say?

I never realized that the weirdest things I'd hear spoken in this house would be things my husband and I say to the children. In retrospect, I probably should have expected that, considering some of the things I'm sure my parents asked me (e.g. Dad: 'Katy, where did you get that gum?' Me age 3 at the circus: 'On the floor.' Me age 34: 'Gross').

Sometimes you ask kids questions to figure out what caused the commotion. Since they do spend some time on their own (in their rooms, doing something that resembles napping or playing quietly), I don't always know what has happened to cause a fuss, so I try to find out. It's like being on a really bad 'Law and Order' episode with insane people. You're desperately looking for clues, but even if they speak English they aren't making much sense.

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