No one calls for me anymore. It’s quite sad, really. I suppose it’s Jon’s new calling at church, but I’m starting to get offended. I’m interesting – well, some of the time. Why don’t people call for me? Do they not want to hear about the awesome deal I got on oatmeal at the grocery store? Or about what I made for dinner? Or about my extremely exciting hour and a half sitting in the car waiting for the kids to get out of school? Seriously. Tonight, I took so many messages on post-it notes that I had to transcribe them onto a larger paper for fear that I would lose one. I had to call Jon twice at work to deliver messages earlier in the day. I think I should start charging a fee. Like a $0.25 a message, or a 5-minute back rub, or a candy bar, or a I-don’t-have-to-put-the-kids-to-bed card. Yeah, I think that sounds good. Of course, Jon does have to return all the messages, so it’s probably a fair trade. Maybe I should start charging the ward members . . . 😉
My kids make me nuts. It’s just a fact of life. They hear me say it quite often. Adam frequently repeats my statement, telling me that I make HIM nuts. It’s kinda our little joke. But for all the things they do that drive me crazy, I am fascinated with my kids, and every little thing they do. For instance -Kelsey has started to wave whenever someone says “hi” or “bye”. And it’s not the up-and-down wave of a baby, but a full-fledged beauty-queen-side-to-side thing. It’s just about the cutest thing EVER. Every time she does it, I have to point it out to whoever is nearby, regardless of if they have seen it or not.Robbie is really starting to pick up reading. He’s been reading for a while, but now he’s READING. It just amazes me to see him figure out “Abinadi”. Seriously cool.Emily has always loved drawing. Now, her drawings look like things. She draws octopuses, and mountains, and people looking odd. She stays in the lines coloring better than I do. Kelsey loves the piano. She’s figured out that she can pull herself up and just reach the keys to make noise. Then she beams at whoever is around as if to say “Look what I did? Isn’t that cool?” So cute.Adam is obsessed with superheroes. He can’t decide what he wants to be for Halloween. First is was Batman (which he’s already been), then Superman (ditto), then Green Lantern (who I’ve never heard of, but must exist since his stuffed dog is named after him). Now, he wants to be Wolverine from X-Men. Do you have any idea how much it makes me giggle inside when every morning he asks me to give him “Wolverine hair”?Robbie, who didn’t really seem to notice his little sister when she was born, LOVES Kelsey. I looked over today to see him holding both her hands and walking her around the room. What a good big brother!Emily is a lot like me. She’s smart (hey, I’m not bragging or anything!), she loves school, she’s a rule abider down to her toes, and she’s the teachers pet. Two days ago, she begged me to buy an apple so she could take her teacher one. Her teacher informed me earlier this week (in a whisper so none of the other parents would hear and feel bad) that kids like Emily are the reason she teaches. Yeah, I think she likes Em. Adam is by far my sweetest kid (he can also be the most whiny and clingy, but that’s a different story). I can’t count how many times a day Adam will come up to me, unprovoked, and say “I love you Mommy”. It just makes my day! (And almost makes up for the million times a day he asks for a snack regardless of the fact that he didn’t eat his breakfast and has been warned to NOT ask for a snack!)See, aren’t my kids totally awesome and fascinating? Yeah, I thought so . . .
Tonight we were driving back from dinner with Mom and Dad. Jon and I were talking about some stuff that he has going on. By talking, I mean Jon was listening, and I was talking. I could tell he was getting a little tired of our “talking”, so I ended and said, “There you go, that’s my two cents!” He looked at me, and said “Your two cents? I’m getting rich.” I’m not sure, but I think I’m offended . . .
I had an epiphany tonight. There are a bunch of blogs that I check on a daily basis. I’m kinda a dork like that. But worse than that, I get really upset when someone doesn’t write for a really long time. And by a really long time, I mean a couple of days. Then, I realized that I don’t write every couple of days. In fact, we haven’t posted in over 2 weeks. So, in an attempt to redeem myself, and not feel quite so hypocritical, here’s what’s up with us, in no specific order.1. We LOVE the TV show, The Office. Question: What kind of bears are best? Answer: Black Bears. Fact: Black Bears eat people. We’ve spent the last 2 weeks watching all the seasons. And we just about died laughing. Seriously hilarious!2. How long is it until Adam goes to school? WHAT?!?! Two more years? I don’t know if I can play Hungry, Hungry Hippos or Break the Ice or race cars for two more years. On a side note: if you ever want to feel completely inept and uncoordinated, race a car on your knees against a 3-year old. In my head, I thought “He’s little. I’ll go slow so he can win.” In reality, I’m pretty sure I pulled some muscle trying desperately just to semi-keep up.3. Emily is sneaky. She has decided she loves school lunch. What? Today, I packed her a lunch, because frankly I don’t want to pay for her to eat at school every day. On the way home, she informed me she hid her lunch, so she could buy lunch. Sneaky, sneaky!4. Emily made me a measuring tape today. She cut and stapled papers together, and numbered it from 1 – 100. Then she wrote “Emily loves Mom” on it. It’s in my kitchen drawer, just in case you need to measure anything that doesn’t actually have to be accurate.5. Has anyone seen Jon? I think the church ate him . . . I’ll pay a reward for information leading to his safe return.6. Robbie loves school. On the first day of school, he looked at me seriously, and said “It’s good to be back at school.” I think he just likes all the girls who like him. We seriously can’t walk down the hall without some little girl saying [cue little girl flirting voice] “Hi Robbie!” Rather worrying.7. Have I mentioned that Kelsey is the cutest baby ever? Well, she is. I’m actually getting tired of random people informing me of that fact. I’m getting tired of saying “Well, we like her. But, we’re prejudiced.” Cause that’s what I say EVERY time. I need a new line.8. I am on a big scrooge kick. I keep coming up with ways to save money. Thus far, I have cancelled my gym membership (but that was more cause I didn’t really like getting up in the middle of the night to work out!), cancelled our Blockbuster Online, and convinced Jon that date night can be a dollar movie and Taco Bueno. But, if all goes according to plan (yeah, when does that ever happen?), we’ll have both cars paid off by this time next year. Woo hoo!9. Does every list have to have 10 things on it? Cause that means I have one more to go, and I’m completely out of anything remotely interesting. I could tell you about all my crazy things I do. Like, I’m about to go make my bed . . . at 9:00 at night. Or, the fact that I got upset with Jon this morning because he made the peanut butter sandwich wrong. (Okay, not seriously upset. Betcha didn’t know there was a right way to make a peanut butter sandwich!) Or the fact that I can’t let anyone else fold laundry or load my dishwasher, because they do it wrong. Seriously. I’m actually kind of a freak of nature.10. THE END! (That is way enough boring stuff for one night!)