The big recital!!!

So Saturday was the big recital and while I admit Aba does off during other children's scenes ( there were 17 plus the finale) he was in charge of the videos during B's turn. TV shows was the theme, so B did Ballet to Bonanza, Tap to Care bears, and looked confused - but said the infamous quote during The Beverly Hillbillies.

Overall I would say all the girls did great, with only one girl stopping to stare at the audience ( not in B's class) and 1 girl having a hilarious costume malfunction ( again not in B's class) but worked through it like a pro.

I used the new camera, but unfortunately I am still working on the settings, the kids setting caught the action fast enough, but with out enough light, and the candle setting caught the correct amount of light but was to slow! So you will notice none of the pictures are perfect, but they are much better than the old camera would have done!

apparently to the internet gurus mommy = porn

Today I decided to take the mini plunge and get a domain name, one that does not go to blogspot but that I can still use blogspot hosting and web tools. Apparently the people in charge pick certain key words to decide which advertisers they put on the page until you either forward it somewhere, or build a page. And Mommymommyland screams PORN SITE to them! Who would have thought? Hey maybe I should switch this blog over to porn, I mean really out of the 12 searches they list, all 12 are adult content sites. So I will refrain from giving out this new address till the porn is gone, and my nice face is in it's place.

I am an idiot...

never grab a mystery bug off of your child and fling it across the room. Either squish it or identify it. Now I having been googling like mad and not finding what it was, and have no idea where in the room ( the room that Aba, Baby B and I sleep in) it is, and I am freaking.

It was small and round and flat and black, and all of its legs were the same size and splayed out like a kids picture of the sun. I do know what it was not though: a cockroach, a stink bug, a bed mite a scorpion or a tick. Great right? Nope not to me, maybe it is a black grass bug - but it didn't quite match the picture. Okay that's it calling Bampa.

UPDATE: okay Bampa (Aba's Aba - an etmediologist for a Large County)said not to worry, but then I pestered Aba anyways and started looking for it again, and found it! It was a tick after all. A wood tick that had apparently not eaten in a very long time!!! It has been squished and flushed, and tomorrow the yard will be sprayed. Good thing I finally advantaged Master Hunter, huh?

just giddy with excitment...

my Birthday camera is almost here, the Fed-ex website says it is en route, I am so excited I can't sit still!!!

But here is the problem, signature is required, so do I cancel my walk with J's girlfriend? or do I go and hope they don't come till later! Ooohhhhh it is almost here!!!!

Wordless Wednesday - mommy's littlest helper

how was your night?

mine did not go as planned, or hoped. I hoped I could go to the Jewish women's circle, I planned to go to the schools PTO meeting; tonite was election night for next years officers. I planned on making an early dinner of Hamburgers and french fries and enjoying it with my family. I hoped to pick up our new patio table after the PTO meeting.

What did I do instead? Well I think this picture explains it fairly well

or perhaps this one explains it better,

yep stitches.

We got to make an impromptu visit to our Pediatrician (the best pediatrician ever!) who said we needed a plastic surgeon and to head on over to Swedish (who knew not all ER's have a plastic surgeon on staff? I thought childrens would for sure...) Where J got prompt care, even though he refused to speak, or even move more than 6 inches from me. Well until the drugs kicked in a dropper full of day glo yellow liquid that was described to me as Vicodin for kids. They said it would knock him out, and the plastic surgeon would arrive within the hour. Did it knock him out? That would be a big fat NOPE!! He became a chatter box, started pushing buttons and talking back, jumped up and down on the gurney, insisted I call Aba no less than 4 times to laugh at him, and when the surgeon did arrive they had to wrap him like a burrito since he was giggling and rolling around and kicking at the air.

But in the end we are done another scar on another kid... Hopefully he will be as proud of his as N is of his!

a conundrum...

when planning a road trip and you find an awesome pit stop, but when you call to inquire they are rude, do you still make the pit stop? or do you plan to go somewhere else instead??

A perfect Mothers day?

Is it the same forever or does it change as we (and our children) grow? I remember the Mothers days of my young childhood, the day was marked with Going to a fancy brunch at a nice restaurant, where I was dressed in my nicest dress, their were white linens on the table, and tables and tables of buffet to choose from, an omelet station, hand carved roast beef, silver platters of iced shrimp and crab legs, fresh made crepes and Belgium waffles with ice cream on top, tables of desserts and strawberries bigger than my hands and sweeter than the sun shine. Presents nicely wrapped for Mom from fine boutiques, jewelry, and robin figurines.

Well as the years past and I became a mother myself this is the kind of Mothers day I wanted, that I thought mothers were supposed to have, so when N was born I insisted we go Hotel Del , but it was not the same.

Over the years I have yet to figure out what I truly expect Mothers day to be…

A fancy brunch? Maybe, but not until the kids are much older I mean who wants to have them complaining they are hungry and spend a weeks pay then watch them not eat and constantly remind them of manners and get up and down and up and down taking various ones to the different buffets? Nope doesn’t sound fun.

A breakfast in bed? Maybe, but only if it is edible… and the kitchen magically cleans itself afterwards… I picture eggs on the ceiling every possible dish used, flour dusting the floor, and being served a cold runny egg with blackened toast. Nope doesn’t sound fun.

But here is the thing my kids are little, I thing N might have an idea of what Mothers day is, a day to thank your mom for all she has done for you, to show your gratitude and how much she has sacrificed to make your days go smoothly and your desires come true. That she took the time to listen to your stories, and scare the monsters (or dinosaurs) away; to mend your pants 5 minutes before going to school, for cleaning your throw up up 5 times in one night and make sure everyone got writing on there slice of cake.

What I really want,l at least this year, is not a fancy brunch nor breakfast in bed, but for my husband, the father of my children to acknowledge all I do for our children on behalf of the little ones who are to young to understand, much less to say thank you. Oh, and it would really be nice to have a day to myself, at home with no mommy chores to do, well except for the nursing, no one can do that but me!