Fadre took this
to here for me last night
because the weatherman mentioned
but all we got was this
and up close it looked like this
but it was enough to cause this
which made the children do this.
Last Friday night while I was doing laundry at Nana’s, she let us all make our own pizzas. Don’t they look good?
The girls liked it.
I have no idea what Almost Mine is eating…
And then it was time for a nap.
This week I did not tell the washer repairman that I do a load of laundry every single day and that I am now 6 days/loads behind. After all, I would admit that I NEED to do one load of laundry per day but that I usually don’t and end up putting it off until the weekend and spend all weekend long doing laundry.
This week I did not resort to promising Bug to take pictures of her while she was at gymnastics so she would be happier about going. Not me – I would never stoop to appealing to my young child’s ego to get her to do what I want.
When my mother called me this week to offer the use of her washer AND dinner on Friday night, I was not more excited about someone else cooking dinner for me than being able to have clean clothes. After all, I am very concerned about personal hygiene.
After finding out that my mom folded the last two loads of laundry I left at her house, I did not wish I had left the other two loads there for her to fold also.
I did not sit in church on Sunday and wonder if anyone makes heated pew seats for days below 40 degrees.
I did NOT hear Bean say this when she was asked how her day at school was:
“Well, I kinda had a nervous breakdown”.
Get in line Sister! If anyone gets to have a nervous breakdown in this house, I call dibbs!!!!!
Last April, a group from our church volunteered for Habitat for Humanity. Now, Fadre and I do a lot of home improvements ourselves. Okay, he does a lot…I am more helpful in “spirit”. But I did climb out on the porch roof last year (being afraid of heights and all) and helped paint our new siding on the 2nd floor.
Back to my point, we don’t always attack our home improvements with the best of attitudes, it’s usually a dreaded chore. But THIS, this was very, very different. It was a privilege. It was fun.
Chris and Dr. Jason were excited to get started.
Painting was the main job for the day and Jocelyn worked hard.
Faye was such a sport and painted all day – even with arthritis. Yep, that’s me squatting. Somehow, I’m always given the low spots. Note my excellent posture in the above right photo - my mother will be so pleased.
Chris worked on the house next door too.
Bill getting ready for his assignment - climb WAAAY up there and paint.
iNik’s not big on heights, but she handled this with a smile!
Unless you had experience, you were not allowed to touch the power tools. Fadre was the only one in our group allowed. He’s such a MAN!
But Gary won the prize for being a gentleman. Here he is moving the bench for his beautiful bride, Mary. As we were getting ready to leave the site we had to hunt for them. They “claimed” to be painting a closet…
Kathy and Travis came with us. Travis does construction for a living so he made an excellent volunteer.
This is how I found Dr. Jason most of the time…talking, not painting.
Faye takes a well deserved break. I’m sure she’s enjoying the view – I know I am.
The WHOLE gang. Our homeowner (front and center) was there working on her house with us. She was excited to tell us how her boys were looking forward to having their very own rooms. This is a dream come true for her.
This is my dream come true. Nice work Fadre!
Bug was a little nervous about going to a make-up session of gymnastics without her bud, K. It was only after I promised to bring the camera and take pictures did she lighten up – a little.
It was a fake smile in that rearview mirror. The kind that you get only when you pull out the camera. She went back to a worried look when I put the camera away.
She was shy and quiet, but she went downstairs. She quickly found the camera lens and life was better.
Ouch! There is no padding on those hip bones to absorb the hit on the bar.
Oh my! I so do not bend like this anymore…
After class was over Bug came upstairs to get dressed and nervously told me Miss A would like to talk to me downstairs. And I thought “She was only out of my sight for 15 seconds when she walked behind the wall – how much trouble could she possibly get into in 15 seconds????”
“She’s ready for Level 2”, she said.
Phew! She had not tripped/kicked/bit anyone. She’s just movin’ on. So I thank her and act as if I’ve have known this for quite some time, and I can’t believe it took her this long to notice…
Excuse me, I have to go make room for an Olympic gold medal in my hutch, my girl is moving up to Level 2!
At the bus stop one morning I noticed Bug had a big red spot on her forehead. So I asked “How’d you get that red spot on your head?”
Bug: I bumped it on Bean’s mouth.
Me: How did you bump it on her mouth?
Bug: We were playing a game.
Me: What game?
Bug: Wolves and Deer.
Guess who was the wolf and who played the deer….
Do you know what this is???
This is a container of rice spaghetti noodles, as in - not made from wheat, but rather from rice. MMMMmmmmm! These are my sister’s and my mother’s noodles for dinner. We went to Macaroni Grill to celebrate iNik’s birthday. Because iNik suffers from Silly Yak disease, she cannot eat wheat (the spaghetti noodles the rest of the world eats). She has a gluten (wheat protein) allergy.
I’m pretty sure when she was diagnosed by the doctor, he did not say: You have Silly Yak Disease. I’m pretty sure he said Celiac Disease. But if you’re not going to be able to eat wheat for the rest of your life, shouldn’t your disease have a much better name than Celiac? Hence, the Silly Yak Disease was born.
Now, you could focus on all the things you can’t eat if you suffer from Silly Yak, but look on the bright side: iNik still eats: potato chips, chocolate, and ice cream. So it’s not like she’s REALLY suffering. And through the years she’s found better tasting food. I mean, seriously, that first loaf of bread she found, that she was soooo proud of, tasted like Styrofoam and kinda looked like it too. But now she makes mean spice cupcakes and if you didn’t know they were gluten-free, you sure wouldn’t be able to tell by the taste. She claims her bread now is really good, but after the Styrofoam bread, I just can’t bring myself to try it again.
Raising children is much, much easier if they don’t have Silly Yak disease. iNik kept Almost Mine on a gluten-free diet until he was 2. You actually have to be eating gluten to be tested for Silly Yak. He showed up in my pantry and discovered cheerios, goldfish, pretzels, cheese-its and he LOVED them. After introducing these finest of delicacies, what were we going to do if he DID have Silly Yak? I mean, how do you tell a 2 year old, thanks for playing, but you’re not a winner? Thankfully, he does not have Silly Yak and all is well with my pantry.
When iNik was first diagnosed, it was before the Atkins Diet. You would be amazed at the number of fast food employees we could baffle by ordering a cheeseburger with no bread, or a roast beef sandwich sans bread.
You mean you don’t want any bread?
No, no bread thank you.
You just want a hunk of meat on the plate.
Yes, just a hunk of meat, with all the trimmings. Thank you, this is exactly how I envisioned my dinner – hunk of meat….
You would not believe the number of times we have received that hunk of meat – without silverware. Now, just how did they think she was going to eat that hunk of meat?
But at Macaroni Grill, aahhh, life is good with our rice noodles!
I did not spend my “Free of Small Children” Saturday night cleaning my teenage son’s room with my husband. Not me – I am much more romantic than that and know how to take advantage of free babysitting when I have it.
I did not pull out a WHOLE bag of clothes from Zman’s closet that were a size 7/8 and pack them up for Almost Mine. After all, I purge my children’s closets more than once every 7 years.
I did not clean out my freezer this weekend and find not one, but TWO bags of frozen vegetables with expiration dates in 2004. Nope, not me, I am not wasteful or forgetful.
When Bug came to me last night complaining of a sore throat, I most certainly did not tell her to get a drink of water and go to bed. Not me, I am a very sympathetic, compassionate, caring, and attentive mother – I would never do anything like that.
I did NOT wake up this morning; get ready for work, only to take both Bean and Bug to the doctor because they have a staph infection and strep throat, respectively!
I did not proceed to feed them cinnamon rolls with icing for breakfast. Not me, I feed my sickly children very nutritious meals to boost their immune systems.
I did not try to take a picture of my girls’ feet thinking it would be a sweet picture only to capture THIS. AAACCCKKK! Not me, my girls are dainty, delightful, poised, young women.