Warning: Distractions can be costly

I don't know what it is, but I seem to have a low tolerance for my kids' behavior today. And they seem to know it, and are taking every opportunity to test me just a bit.

So I just made a quick trip to the grocery store with the two little boys. We were on a time crunch in order to get back in time to meet Emma's bus. I only needed to get milk and bananas, so instead of going to the discount grocery store across town, I went down the road to Albertson's. No big deal, since I was only getting two items.

As I walked into the produce section I happily discovered that apples were at the "preferred" price of $.68 a pound. I usually pay around $.98 a pound, so I gleefully loaded up two bags. I didn't come for apples, but I couldn't pass up the deal. Little did I know that while I was loading up on my cheap apples, Noah was helping himself to a $1.99 a POUND apple. The only reason I discovered him was that I overheard an old lady giggling at him. So now I have two bags of apples, plus one single apple in my basket.

Then I got the bananas, and headed over to the milk, which was also at a lower preferred price. I headed to the checkout line and thought to myself that this trip to the "expensive store" was actually working out okay (minus the Apple of Gold). Then I hissed at my boys to quit running and screaming, and went to the open self-checkout line.

As I'm scanning my items and entering in my codes, I am also trying to coax a 3-year old and 1-year old to not run away. Also listening to them make friends and give high-fives to a complete stranger. Also catching them laying face down, licking the floor.

We made it out to the car and down the road, and it wasn't until I pulled into my neighborhood that I realized: I DIDN'T ENTER MY PREFERRED CODE.

I spent $16.50 on 1 gallon of milk, bananas, and apples that I didn't need at a price HIGHER than I would normally pay.

Does bathtime get any cuter?

Introductions

Blog: "Hello, Shana. I'm blog. Your blog.
Me: "I have a blog?"

So I'm a little bit lame on my blogging lately. I blame it on Facebook. (Isn't that the going excuse lately?) Or maybe I blame it on my out-of-hard-drive-space-computer that takes For.Ev.Er to even delete an email. Either way, it has nothing to do with me. Really.

So just a quick recap. A couple of weeks ago Emma turned six. SIX. I'm not even going to go down the whole "how did this happen" road. I've come to realize I will just never understand it. We went ice skating for her birthday, and it was great fun. Maybe I'll post pictures before Twenty-Ten.

We almost had a big change with Brian's job. But we didn't. But life was on pause for a while. And now we're back to "play". Which means we are back to making plans for the holidays, plans with friends and family, and we couldn't be more excited. In fact, Brian is at the airport right now picking up some out-of-state weekend visitors. We love visitors!

Next week is Thanksgiving, and we will be spending it with friends. And just today we found out we will have out-of-town family here for Christmas. Yippie!

And now, I'm going to brush my teeth and see-how-many-more-hyphens-I-can-use-before-Brian and our company arrives. Ack. I just couldn't do it!

Lesson learned

Today I learned a very important lesson in parenting: ALWAYS, no matter what, make sure I am dressed before Emma goes out to the bus.

Our typical morning routine is this. I sleep as long as the kids will let me. Then when I have to, I roll out of bed, go into Emma's room to get her started on getting dressed, come back into my room, plug in the flat iron, go potty, and wait for Emma to show up. Then I style Emma's hair, grab the boys, and we all go downstairs to eat, get Emma's coat on, and usher her out the door to catch the bus.

Now, it is important to note that the bus picks up Emma right across the street from our house. And I watch out the window to see when the bus is just about there, then I send her across the street, watching her as she goes.

Well today was no different. Except when I rolled out of bed and looked down at what I was wearing - a flimsy tank top and Brian's underwear - I decided to pull some running capris on for a little warmth/modesty. Fast forward to Emma running out the door to the bus. I stood in the doorway watching/freezing. She made it across the street, then towards the bus. Then the unthinkable happened - she took a nose dive right there on the sidewalk. I froze. Prayed she would get up and continue on. But there she was, face-down and sprawled out on the sidewalk, screaming. I looked toward the house longingly, praying to God he would make some shoes, or a cover-up - ANYTHING appear. But there wasn't time. Emma was crying. The neighbor lady was bending over her. And the bus was waiting. I had to go. So there I ran, down the driveway, across the street, and along the sidewalk. Barefoot. Flimsy tank top. No bra. Morning face and hair.

Emma was fine. Just a bump on her knee and a bruised ego. She chose to get on the bus and continue on to school. I, on the other hand, might take a little longer to recover.

Catching up: Labor Day Camping

We got home from church Sunday of Labor Day weekend, and I got to thinking. I'm not one to let a perfectly good vacation day go to waste, and with no school or work the next day, I suggested we go camping.

Me: Honey, why don't we do something spontaneous and pack up the car and go camping?
Honey: Go take your pills and lay down.

So it took a little convincing, but Brian got on board and the kids jumped right in and started packing. (Isaiah had already arranged a sleepover at G&G's house, which he chose to keep instead of camping with us.) Within an hour we had food packed, gear loaded and we were on our way. Where? We didn't know. Life is short! Live spontaneous!

I was actually prepared to pull off the road somewhere and set up camp by a creek, dig a hole in the ground, and call it good. However, my Darling Husband's idea of roughing it is rolling the dice at a Motel 6. So we compromised and found a campground.

We ended up finding a lovely site at a small campground, right on a creek, and with a bathroom near by!

My studly Mountain Man got the fire rolling.


Noah and some chips. Actually, as I go through the pictures, Noah is holding chips in almost all of them. No wonder my kids like camping.


Camping is so much fun!


Noah is off on a Manventure.


Keep in mind it was a balmy 68-or so degrees. But my Girl was determined to swim!


Enjoying a sausage dinner.


Biniam LOVES sausage dinners!


Here's my kids' idea of roughing it. Cramming into the van and watching a movie on an 8-inch screen. But hey - that left Brian and I alone by the campfire for the evening. A date in the woods!

Catching up: Isaiah's 3rd Birthday

Isaiah turned the Big 3 in September, and since he'd never really had a big party before, we decided to go all out. I chose a Carnival theme, going for lots of color, fair-type food and tons of candy.


Fresh popcorn was at-hand for all to enjoy.


Food consisted of country-fair staples such as corndogs, corn on the cob, hot wings and watermelon.


Instead of a cake I baked cupcakes inside ice cream cones. They were easy to hold and so cute too!


Little signs labeled things around the party.


A wall displayed photos I had taken of Isaiah a few days earlier.


Carnival games were set up around the yard.


Yes, that is a real fish in the bowl. The kids "caught" fake fish, but got to trade them at the end for real goldfish.


One of the centerpieces. All about candy and color!


I made the tissue flowers and hung them all over the house and yard.


Isaiah's look of surprise when he saw the main attraction - the Rainbow Balloon Lady!


The kids lined up for a continuous two hours to see balloon creations come to life. There were hats, aliens, fishing poles with fish, and more!


Isaiah got a motorcycle.


Why is it that an any social event, the men all end up segregated?


There was a face painting station set up, using Emma's vanity.


The kids loved their face paints!



Here I am, fiddling with the tri pod. We set up a photo booth for people to take candids with the self-timer.


Biniam and Emma goofing around.


Me and my BFF.


Such a cute family!


There was quite a mob when the presents came out. Isaiah is somewhere in the middle!


As the party started winding down, the kids started becoming comatose from all the sugar.


Some of the aftermath...




It took a while to get things back to order, but it was worth it for the memories. Happy birthday, Isaiah!

Catching up: Emma's first day of school

Quick! For the moment my computer is lacking the Blue Screen of Death. So I'm going to catch up on as many belated posts as possible. Bear with me. :)

Here are photos from Emma's first day of school.

Here she is, outside her school. Doesn't she look darling? By the way, it's not easy picking the perfect first-day-of-school outfit that looks school-ish while also sufficing for 90-degree weather. This picture makes me happy and sad. Happy, because my girl is so happy, and so grown up. Sad, because my girl is so grown up. And also sad because we can't find this sweater ANYWHERE. Dang.

Walking up to the play yard where the kids line up before class. I think Brian and I were more nervous than Emma was. I bawled earlier in the morning when I looked out the window and saw all the neighbor kids getting on the bus. I couldn't believe this was really happening!

We said goodbye and watched Emma walk in with her classmates. She just said "bye!" and walked right in. Brian and I looked at each other and shrugged. I guess that was it!

I put the little boys in the stroller and went for a run while Emma was at school. For some reason my legs took us back to Emma's school, where we ran around it, then barely made it home in time to catch Emma getting off the bus.

Praise the Lord, I - I mean SHE survived!

Best Buds

When I was pregnant with Noah I was blessed enough to have a BF who was pregnant at the same time. It was great having someone to share in the misery - I mean joy of what I was going through.

Well, Noah was blessed too because my friend delivered a boy also - just one day after Noah was born. Noah loves Drew. The two are just like brothers with a genuine love/hate relationship. Mostly love though. Noah walks around the house every day saying "where's Drew?"

Although they are only one day apart, you can see that their physical differences are quite noticeable. :)

Parenting: Harder on the Parents

I remember as a kid, before my dad would spank me for being disobedient, he would say "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you". Yeah, right, I thought.

Recently I have been thinking a lot about how parenting is so much harder on the parents than it is on the kids. What I mean is, I think whatever a child goes through emotionally, the parents are experiencing right along with them - or maybe even instead of them - but about ten times more intense.

The other night Brian was holding Emma's bear, Timmy, and I looked at him and said "you've never loved a stuffed animal so much, huh?". That bear is an extension of Emma, and I'll be darned if I don't love it more than all my childhood animals combined.

When Emma started school this year it brought so many emotions for me at warp-speed. Will she be safe? Will she make friends? Will kids tease her? Will she feel uncomfortable? Will her teacher love her and cherish her the way Emma deserves? What if Emma gets lost? Imagine the panic she will feel!

Of course from Emma's perspective her biggest concerns were things like, what kind of snack am I having today and how soon can I ride the big yellow bus home? See what I mean? These experiences are SO much harder on the parent than they are on the kid.

So today we found out that Emma's name came up in a lottery to be moved to a new classroom with the newly hired kindergarten teacher. We had been given the option of volunteering Emma to make the move, but Emma wanted to risk it, hoping that she would end up with her current teacher, whom she loves. But alas, Emma will be moving, and her best friend will NOT.

I cried when I got this news. My heart breaks for Emma. Not only that, but the Big Move happens the day before her birthday.

Brian and I will sit down with Emma tonight and give her the news. We will point out all the positive things in the situation. We will smile. But inside, our hearts will be hurting. But you know what? Emma will be fine. It's so much harder on us than it is on them.

Play Date?

**Update Below**

Emma tends to be a little on the shy side at times, and takes a while to get comfortable in her surroundings. That's why when she started school this year, I encouraged her daily to get to know kids in her class, ask them to play at recess, etc. It literally took her WEEKS to figure out the names of the kids that sit on either side of her every.single.day.

So I was delighted yesterday when Emma came home from school and announced that she made a new friend! She then proceeded to tell me that they were going to have a sleepover. Whoa! What? I guess once she's comfortable there's no slowing her down!

I suggested to Emma that she ask the little girl for her phone number so I could call her mom and arrange a play date. Emma thought that was a great idea, and thoughtfully put her Hello Kitty notebook and a pencil in her backpack, so she could write down the phone number.

Keep in mind, these are 5-year old's we're talking about. Most of them have just barely memorized their phone numbers, let alone figured out how to write them. All morning long I've been chuckling to myself as I picture Emma and this girl trying to figure out how to contact each other. I can't wait to see what Emma comes home with today. :)

**Afternoon update: Emma came home with the phone number! But I was bummed to see she got her teacher to write out the phone number. No random numbers scribbled on a page. At least she's resourceful!

I do

Tonight I made this and this.

And then Brian got down on one knee and asked me to marry him all over again.



And hopefully soon I'll be able to post pictures again and get back to real blogging. Hang in there.

Here a pig, there a pig, everywhere a pig, pig...

There is a lot of talk about pigs around our house lately. Specifically the H1N1 type. Emma was diagnosed with the flu yesterday, and according to the Doctor (although we didn't have it confirmed through a test) it is the swine flu, since the seasonal flu hasn't shown up yet. Noah also had a low fever and similar symptoms to Emma's so the Dr. said he likely has it as well.

Basically I chose not to have the test done since it wouldn't affect treatment. There is a limited amount (of course - why can't we ever get the amount right?) of medication to treat the flu with, so only people under age 2, or with immune disorders can get treatment. And you also have to catch it in the first 48 hours. Well it had been about 52 hours since Noah's symptoms had shown up, which meant no treatment for him, either. The exception of course is if their symptoms become life-threatening, then they can get on the list for treatment. Ugh.

So we've been keeping the kids hydrated and trying to control fevers with Tylenol. And things were going pretty well. Then, at 3:30AM Emma came into our room, saying she didn't feel well. She was all flush, hot (103.3), coughing a croup-y cough, and having trouble breathing.

We talked to a nurse hotline, answered many questions, and waited for their recommendation. Finally they told us to take Emma to the ER, but first give her a 10-minute steam bath to loosen her up for the car ride.

During that 10-minutes a local Doctor called us back, and in a nutshell recommended we give Emma a fever reducer and check her again in 30 minutes. If her condition hadn't changed, take her in immediately. Otherwise, take her in first thing in the morning.

So we tucked Emma in next to our bed, prayed over her and set the alarm for a half hour. I stayed awake, listening to her breathe. And amazingly, she didn't cough or struggle to breathe that whole time. When I re-checked her temp at the end of the 1/2 hour, it was down to 101.9. So we went to sleep with the plan of seeing our Pediatrician first-thing.

When Emma woke up, I touched her forehead and it was cool. She sat up, said she was feeling fine, and when I took her temp it was a blessed 99.0. Praise the Lord! We ended up not having to see the Dr. at all, and are resting at home, praying that her temp stays below 100 all day. If so, Emma can go back to school tomorrow. As for the little boys, they are also seeming fine today, other than occasional coughs.

I've been reading a lot about swine flu in the last 24 hours. I also know at least a dozen people who have/had it in the last week or so. I've learned that it's really nothing to be fearful of. I mean, people need to be vigilant about protecting themselves by washing their hands frequently and staying away from anyone with a fever. And people with fevers need to be honest and just stay home until they're fever-free for 24 hours. Just those simple things can help keep people protected.

9 Years

9 years ago I gave up my last name. It was the best thing I ever did.

Happy Anniversary, Babe! You make life so much sweeter!

Dead Air

I interrupt this programming break to bring you an update on Noah's day.

This morning alone Noah has:

- Styled his own hair, using HALF a jar of Dad's styling product.
- Emptied the bathroom garbage on himself. TWICE.
- Poured KY Jelly all over the bedroom carpet. (Quit acting like you don't have some.)
- Gleefully emptied out a bottle of salt onto the kitchen floor.
- And finally, as I was typing the above, I turned around to see Noah ripping apart his sister's beloved school project.

I think it's time to have a Come to Jesus with this boy.

Yum-O

I have had zucchini coming out of my ears this week. Today I grated and froze a bunch, in hopes that this winter I can keep the zucchini bread flowing. I have also been sneaking zucchini into recipes whenever possible. Like into waffles. Yum! Or tonight, inspired by Pioneer Woman's quesadilla recipe, I made quesadillas with zucchini instead of peppers. Yum!

But, friends, I have a new love. For dessert tonight we had Zucchini Apple Bread. It was love at first bite. We were meant to be together, Zucchini Apple Bread, and me.

Do yourself a favor. Get a zucchini. Get an apple (I used Gala). And use this recipe!