Welcome to Christmas Eve

I don't normally hear my dear husband scream. I did this morning.

DH headed down to the basement to get the stockings to find 2 inches of water in the basement.

sigh

Wrath of a 5 year old

This is what I hear: wailing, top of his lungs wailing. I am sure there was gnashing of teeth also. "YOU TOOK MY LEGO PIECE! YOU TOOK IT OFF MY GUY. YOU TOOK IT! YOU ARE A BERY, BERY BAD BOY."

#2 tries to talk to him rationally. It doesn't work. #4 comes downstairs to hide and sulk. I called him over, "Come here little man."

This conversation starts:
#4: Mom, #2 took my lego piece. YOU need to give him a wedgie.
Me: I am not sure a wedgie would be the right answer.
#4: Yes, it would. He took my lego piece. You go upstairs right now and give him a wedgie. Come on mom. Give HIM A WEDGIE.

Don't cross this kid. He goes right for the tender areas.

Conversation about parenting

Stated by DH: "We made the choice at the beginning that we wouldn't beat them."

Me: "We can change our minds."

OH, the weather outside is frightful

12 inches the other day, another 4 at least, the driveway is gone, totally drifted over, negative wind chill.

#4 is still praying for snow every single meal and prayer and he looks to me with those big brown eyes with eyelashes that hit his eyebrows and says, "Mom. Heavenwy Fadda. He answas my prayas." (Mom, Heavenly Father. He answers my prayers." Why, yes, he does.

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

#5's funny

Do you know what this is?

http://www.pokemon.com/

#6 says: IT'S POKEJUAN!

Explain to me

why is it when DH is out of town we get 6 inches of snow?

and it has to be removed from the driveway or else it turns into a sheet of ice and our van gets stuck.

Picture this: a woman, light blue coat, black hat, one green mitten, one red mitten, her sons boots and fogged up glasses.


UPDATED: How come when DH is out of town we get 6 inches of snow and I do the driveway with the tractor and then the clutch goes totally out on it and have to push the tractor from the end of the driveway back to the barn? I ate snow at least twice when we hit a patch of ice on the driveway and I slid and the tractor didn't. #2 had a really good laugh at me.

ibuprofen needed-and the boys did help

MWAAAHAHAHAHA

watch this

http://www.mormonmommywars.com/?p=1607

What Christmas goodies are you making?

Just curious.

It seems the older the children get the more things are requested. I put the requestor after the cookie. We are making: baklava (#1), buckeyes (#2), amaretti (moi), coconut macaroons (#4), peanut brittle (tradition), norwegian christmas wreaths (#3), peppermint bark (#5-cause it's chocwat), and molasses cookies (DH). I should ask Grammie to make the datenut bread. She makes it better than I do.

We start baking next Monday.

The New Nickname

#6 earned herself a new nickname today at church. Mugger Baby. She is 15 months old. She is wiggly and everywhere. During the second hour of church she is normally starving. I grabbed the dregs of a bag of cereal for her to eat during Sunday School. (I still refuse to feed them during Sacrament Meeting.)

DH, #6 and I are in Sunday school, she is chomping away at the cereal. A sister to the right of us is sitting with her son (she is probably middle 70s, son is 50s but she has Parkinsons and needs help because her hands shake so badly). She has a purse and a water bottle (she always has these). The sister was thirsty so she opened her bottle of water and took a drink. #6 saw her and immediately slid off DHs lap and went to beg for a drink. The sister didn't know what #6 really wanted and she let #6 carry the water bottle all around. #6 gave back the water bottle and then started rummaging through her purse. She found a bag of cheeze-its, handed it up to her and signed for food. All the while she is humming/growling to emphasize exactly what she wants. She tried to open the bag but the sister just couldn't do it and handed it to her son. He opened it with his teeth and gave the crackers his mom to eat. #6 is at her knees humming/growling at her to give her some. We had removed #6 seveal times back to our laps but she kept going for more. The sister gave #6 some of the crackers and #6 was happy for a while. During the closing prayer while everyone's heads were bowed and eyes closed she went over and stole the bag of crackers out of the purse.

#6's new nickname (given by #2) is Mugger Baby. She didn't quite mug the sister but she did steal.

The sister thought it was the cutest thing. did you see my mommy eye rolls?

I guess we have 2 MBs now.

Mugger Baby and Monkey Butt. How did this happen??

The Ns & Ms

#4 is 5, remember? he is a handful! (his words emphatically spoken while all 5 fingers are up in the air!) He loves being 5. He has been very funny lately. He has his Ns and Ms mixed up. He has aminals, emenies, and cimmanon.

Me: #4? when are you going to wear the farmer pants? (carhart overalls)
#4: When we get aminals. You know, dose chickens?

Me: Who do you love?
#4: Da bruddas. I wuv dem.
Me: What about the sistas?
#4: Maybe #6. but not Wigga-she is my emeny.

#4: Mom? Can I have cimmanon toast for a snack?

Temple Trip

I left at 6:15 this morning to go to the temple with #1 and #2. I cannot remember the last time I was up ON PURPOSE at 5 a.m. It was a good morning. There were 21 youth that attended. They were well behaved even in Burger King on the way home.

I ran into Brother King from the Dearborn Ward. He was utterly astonished how much the boys had grown.

Afternoon-DH and #1 parked cars for fundraiser for Philmont. Our scout troop has a deal with AAA. AAA owns a parking lot across from the football stadium. The scouts clean up after the tailgaters during football season but by doing this earn the privilege to park cars and keep all proceeds for basketball season.

I just don't get it

Today I found out from DH that he is heading to New Jersey for a week. You know, the week before Christmas? Mild panic attack hits me as I realize, "Oh. I don't have a gift for DH." So, DH is on the phone finalizing the travel plans I whip my hair back in a ponytail, slap on some lip gloss and wave goodbye. He mouths, "where are you going?" I say, "Christmas shopping-you are leaving and I have to go shopping." (how often do I say I have to go shopping? never.)

I head to WalMart. I had to buy curtain rods and they have the cheapo 1.67 a rod kind there. I pass through shoes to look for slippers for #1 cause I can't find a size 14 at the thrift store. (Yes-14s.) On my way out of the section I hear a WalMart associate arguing with a customer. "No. That is not my job." Add all the sass and attitude you can think of and you have the correct tone she had. I had passed this man and he was trying on boots. He was in a scooter and had to be pushing 85. He was having trouble getting a boot off and the associate would not help him. I had kept on walking and was about to leave the section but I just couldn't do it. I could not leave this man who needed help getting a boot off alone. The associate just sashayed past me with her maincured nails up in the air, rolling her eyes and bad mouthing this man.

OK, yes, he could have smelled better. Sure, he could have brought some one to help him but he didn't. I turned my cart around and asked him if he needed help. He just needed help getting a boot off. It took some pulling but no one else was around to see my butt up in the air so I just leaned over and heaved away. 5 minutes tops. I just don't get it.

One thing I love about being a mama

I love holding hands with my little ones. The big ones won't let me hold their hands anymore. I love the implicit trust and the giggles when we walk holding hands.

We have 2 Deacons

#2 was ordained as a deacon today.

Early Bird and Night Owl

Early Bird and Night Owl, that is us. I am the Early Bird, DH is the Night Owl. And while the going to bed at different times has erked me for years (years.and.years.) it does have its advantages.

This morning I wake to find #5's bedding in the kids bathroom. I am not exactly sure if it vomit or some other excrement. I am just going to toss it in the washer on sanitary and hope for the best. That Night Owl did not wake me-he let me sleep through whatever happened-is such a blessing for me. He was probably still working and awake when the crying started. He just thinks best between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m. I have come to accept that is His productive time and let him be. He knows that he can handle what comes up with the kids during that time and a happy mama is a mama that had a good night's sleep and since she had enough sleep she doesn't have a headache.

Gotta love that man. He lets me sleep!

off to do the wash...

This was quite an invitation

Last night #1 was invited to go to Philmont.

Whooley Mooley. 

After the move

I don't know what it is about moving but our appliances don't like it. We have already replaced the dishwasher and hot water heater. Now my computer crashed and is away being fixed (how come that always happens over a holiday week?) and my sewing machine. sigh

We had a great Thanksgiving at our old ward building. We saw dear friends and loved every minute.

DH took Thanksgiving week off. We used the time to almost completely empty the old house. We still have about 8 boxes of #10 cans left in one closet. Everything else is empty. It is sad. We had 3 babies in that house. It has many many good memories. Many dear people came into my life when we lived there. Heavenly Father sent them to me to help me. There were people who held the babie at church, the ones who came and sat in the pew when DH was in the bishopric, the ones who made me laugh and the ones who taught me to cherish my children and dear, dear husband. I cry as I type because I miss them.