Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Mad's Halloween Costume

I know people think I am crazy because I have already started with Halloween costumes, but I have five kids who all need costumes and all want them made, not bought. I don't mind, but I need TIME to get them all done! So, yes we have over a month before Halloween and I am working on costumes already!

Mady was actually going to be a Candy Corn Fairy, but after I got quite a bit of the costume made, I could not find some of the materials I needed to finish it (of course, now that I am done with the Lady bug I have the supplies needed for the other costume). So, I got her talked into being a Ladybug, which is what her Daddy really wanted her to be (actually HE is the one that talked her into the Ladybug).

Here is her costume. It will be a little different when she actually has it on. She will also have antennas to wear. It was all pretty easy to make, except the wings - they were a pain in the booty!



Now, time to get busy on the next costume!

Obsessed Much?

Yesterday Mady spent most of the day "shoe shopping." Basically, she walked around the house pushing her shopping cart and taking any shoes she could get her hands on. She would fill up her shopping cart, empty and start over. This was ALL day.


Usually when we tell her it is bedtime she grabs her Gingy (Ginger is the bunny Daddy made her at Build-a-Bear for her first Valentine's Day), her bebe (her blanket) and she tells Bella (our Australian Shepard that sleeps in her room) it is bedtime. Last night, however, when I said it was bedtime, she did all of that while also trying to grab as many shoes as she could. She got mad at me when I took them and said the shoes could not sleep in her bed with her and she could shop for them some more tomorrow.

Well, her little brain worked overtime after I closed her door because this morning I found this:


To her defense, I did not tell her she could not sleep with the shoes, I told her the shoes could not sleep in her bed. Yep, she made a bed in her closet and slept there. Girl after my own heart. I heart shoes, too!


She happily got up this morning and started all over, except so far it has only been her shoes. My door is CLOSED and my shoes are all safely put away!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Fancy Nancy Tea Party

The younger two kids and I have always gone to story time at the library. We LOVE our librarian, she is so sweet. When we go, each one of the kids carry their own backpack to put their books in (okay, they carry it in and Mom carries them out). Mady's backpack is a Fancy Nancy backpack. She is always checking out at least one Fancy Nancy book and she usually chooses what she wants to wear to the library (and just about anywhere we go) and for some reason she frequently picks something "fancy" to wear (like tutus).

Ms. Nancy, our librarian, picked up on all of this and decided that the library needed to have a Fancy Nancy Tea Party. Mady has been looking forward to it and was so happy when yesterday came so she could go.

She picked out her clothes, jewelry, boa, shoes, purse, bows for her hair, etc. She was DECKED OUT!

They had story time, and introduced Fancy Nancy to the kids. We got there late and were sitting in the back. While she was introducing Fancy Nancy, she was also telling parents that if they had any ideas to please share and that the reason she was doing the tea party was because Mady told her she loved Fancy Nancy. Everyone turned around to look at Mady (it was a FULL house) and she got EMBARRASSED!!

Then they played a game, listened to classical music, made tiaras and crowns, and had tea (lemonade) and cookies. Andrew had fun to, being surrounded by all of the girls (I think there were only a couple of boys and a LOT of girls).








Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Parent Gone Wild

Or just plain crazy!

Yesterday morning I was having a great morning. My kids were keeping me laughing. I looked down the road at Caleb's bus stop as I was putting trash out for pickup and see Caleb doing what looked like ballet moves over someones sprinkler (that was turned on, of course), over and over. Then there was Andrew singing, which he does all the time, but we never know what to expect HIS words to be. He gets close to correct, but usually whatever he doesn't get correct is pretty hilarious. Yesterday it was "Glory Glory Hallelujah He Reigns" except he was singing Glory glory, hallelujah PEA BRAINS. When I corrected him he looks at me and says "I think I like MY words better!" and runs off singing glory to the peabrains.

I get Bryce on the bus and send Isaac to his bus stop. I noticed a little bit after I put Bryce on the bus his bus, which should have been long gone, circled back around twice. I am thinking this is odd, but what are you going to do. Then I notice it parked at the end of our road. I figure something is wrong with the bus.

I go to the kitchen sink to start breakfast dishes and look out my window to see a police car in my driveway and one in front of the house. I freeze. All kinds of things go through your head when you look out your window and there are police at your house, even when you have done nothing wrong. Or have you? Then I wonder if something happened to my husband, who is out of town. Quickly, many thoughts are swarming in my head and I am glued to the floor.

Luckily, the police talked on their radios and got back in their cars. I step outside to see what is going on. I would not typically go outside if there were police in the neighborhood, however I have one child on a bus that is acting strangely and one child standing at his bus stop. When I stepped outside there were FOUR police cars down by Isaac's bus stop. At Bryce's bus, there is a car in front of the bus and a second bus is next to it. The kids are getting off their bus and on to the other.

At this point, the police have ALL pulled up next door. There is one standing on the side walk and a friend that was driving by told him that I had a child on the bus and one at the bus stop and asked if everything was okay. He assured her it was. This Momma is not convinced, seeming as how there are four police next door, my child was taken off one bus and put on another and the bus driver is now next door talking to the police.

Come to find out, the bus driver, who picks kids up at their house (at their age, they do not have to walk to a bus stop), had missed the neighbors stop. Now, this child is not normally outside waiting when the bus gets here. We can see the entrance of the neighborhood and we can see the bus make the stop before their stop. The bus driver typically stops at their house and waits on him to come out (which he takes his time doing). Bryce got on the bus and the kid was not trying to walk down to our house to get on either.

The dad decided to put his son in the car and CHASE down the bus. When she stops he pulls up, gets out and his son gets on the bus. He goes to the drivers window and starts yelling at her that she can't keep missing the bus. She said that it was the first time she had missed their house and it was a mistake and apologized. Somehow in all of this, he started cussing her out, yelling in front of all of the kids on the bus.

The bus driver called her boss and the police. I found out what happened yesterday morning, apparently there were several witnesses, some that were not even outside, but heard the yelling at 7 in the morning and went to check it out. It happened on the next road over in our neighborhood, but Isaac heard it at his bus stop on our road, and saw him driving crazy.

The third grade point of view was almost exactly the same story I had already heard. The only difference in his version was that "17 police cars came and they pulled into the neighborhood with their sirens on, half turning one way and half turning the other way. Then they all drive fast up to the bus and slam on their brakes." Yeah, he is eight - I kinda expected a story similar to that!

He also said that when he was cussing out the bus driver he was flailing his hands around and that the kids on the bus thought he was going to pull the driver through the window. The kids were genuinely scared. Then the man stomped off to his car and followed the bus for a little bit and then drove off crazy.

He said he was a little worried to get on the bus yesterday afternoon, even though the kid does not ride the bus in the afternoon. I am SO mad that my child was put in that situation. From hearing the words he heard to seeing the man act the way he did. This mans child was on the bus when it happened. This child has to go to school with these kids. I asked Bryce if the child said anything and Bryce said "Yeah, he said he thinks his Dad has gone crazy!"

Bryce is friends with this kid. He occasionally (not very often) goes to this child's house to play. He came home yesterday saying "I think I will not being going to his house for a long time, just in case he is still mad." He also said he would stay away from the little boy. I told him that would be a pretty permanent thing, him not going to their house, but that it was okay for him to still play with the little boy at school and at our house. That little boy did not do ANYTHING wrong! Bryce is scared of this man now, in a big way!

The first thing out of Bryce's mouth when he walked in the door, though, was "Why did the police come to OUR house when we didn't do anything wrong?" I explained to him that they were just at the wrong house. He asked what they said to me and I told him they never even made it to the door. Apparently, the bus driver saw them at our house and told the police it was the wrong house and the police at the bus radioed it to the police at our house. But, the last thing Bryce saw before the craziness of switching buses and trying to get to school (which they were late for) was the police at our house and it apparently bothered him all day.

How dare a parent act like that in front of his own child, much less a bus of kids (luckily the bus was not full, I think there were about 10 kids on it). How dare a parent make my child not only nervous about getting on his school bus, but nervous because he is our neighbor?

I don't know what happened to the parent, whether he was ticketed or what, but I hope their was a consequence to his actions, other than the consequences that he imposed on the kids! I am proud of Bryce for telling me how out of line this man was, how he was talking in "improper tones" and how he was NEVER going to do anything that stupid.

Hoping today is less crazy and involves no police!

Friday, September 09, 2011

Smelling the Roses

The beginning of July I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. I wasn't feeling great before I went to the dr and had all the test run, but after I went I felt even worse. Over the last couple of months we have tried MANY different mixes of medicines, different doses of medicines, diet changes, etc. Seemed like nothing was working. I was (and am) on high doses of steroids, which, I think the side effects of are worse than the disease often times, but unfortunately it is not a medicine I can just stop taking. We are working on tapering me off of it VERY slowly.

On top of that, I am anemic. The last thing a mother of five kids needs is to be anemic. My energy level isn't near theirs on a good, healthy day!

The last few months have been rough here. There have been days I could not get out of bed. There are days that I made it out of bed, but only as far as the couch. My awesome husband did a great job of taking care of me.....and the kids, and the house (inside and outside), and cooking, and his job. My wonderful children made me get well cards and continuously came and checked up on me (and still frequently ask me if I am feeling okay). I am extremely blessed with the man the Lord chose for me and the children He gave to us.

At the moment, we have gotten the disease under control. But, it will always be a day by day thing. You never know when it will flare up and how bad it will be.

I say all of that to tell of a lesson this has taught me. The couple of months that I was down and out, I have felt like a failure. It is hard not to get discouraged when you feel so horrible physically and can not correct what is causing you to feel that way. Add on top of that that the kids do not all understand why I can't get out of bed or don't have the energy to go anywhere or do anything. I felt like I was neglecting the kids needs and they were not getting the attention they deserved.

When Mady sees a flower (even a weed) she runs to it and gently grabs it and smells it. She can linger at that single flower, no matter how small or insignificant it looks, for what feels to me like forever. She wants to take in every last scent she can from that single flower. And, if there are 100 flowers that look just like the first, she wants to enjoy the smell of each and every one of them.



This disease and my children are teaching me to slow down and smell the roses. I felt like I was missing out on so much with them when I was not feeling well. I did NOT like it! My kids are growing so quickly and I don't want to miss ANYTHING!



It is hard with so many people doing their own thing to remember to slow down and enjoy it. It is not something that I have not known, just something that I sometimes forget to do and need little reminders. Every time I see Mady smelling the sweet fragrance of a flower I am reminded that I need to slow down for ALL of my kids and enjoy them being kids. These moments are so limited by time. Before I know it they are going to be moving out and I don't want to have any regrets when it is too late to do something about it.



So, next time Mady runs to smell a flower, I think I will run with her and smell it with her. And while I am smelling it, I will say a little prayer of thanks for God for all the blessings in my life and remind myself to slow down and smell the roses!

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Trip to the Zoo

We have been having some WONDERFUL weather since we had the tropical storm last weekend. Lows in the 50s, highs in the upper 70's, low 80s. Yesterday we decided it had probably dried out enough to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go to the zoo.
I decided I was going to go without the stroller or wagon we normally take with us. The kids had a LOT of energy built up that they needed to get rid of. We were going to walk until they could not walk anymore. And, we did.















Saturday, September 03, 2011

Potty Trauma

The first few days of potty training we had all the potties prepared for Mady. We also had a small potty in the living room, just in case. Sometimes she liked to just sit on the potty and watch cartoons.

The first time she pooped in the potty she was doing just that and it caught her off guard. She got up concerned that she had pooped in the potty. I went and checked and sure enough she had. Now, I was expecting that to take a while, I definitely was not expecting it that soon.

Momma SQUEALED with delight (because if it is in the potty Momma does not have to clean it off of her). I was hooting and hollering and cheering,

Mady SCREAMED! I guess she thought she was in trouble or just was not sure what to make of it.

I traumatized her. The next few days she would NOT poop in the potty. She would disappear to her room and then come tell me she had pooped. We would discuss where we are supposed to go as I cleaned her up (and may have possibly promised some bribes, but that is neither here nor there).

The next time she DID poop in the potty, Mommy was very careful in how she cheered and told her what an awesome job she had done and what a BIG girl she was. Let's be honest - the rewards helped too!

Thankfully, it did not take her long to get over the trauma her Momma caused her.