Saturday, May 5, 2007

Because it could be worse~

Ok which is worse? Hearing "hey, for having 7 kids you look pretty good." AND (because I do own a mirror) knowing that THIS is about as good as it's ever gonna get... without serious nip/tuck action and a really good hair colorist?? OR After hearing that your kids are great (well behaved, cute, sweet... etc) the next phrase you hear is something along the lines of "DON'T HAVE MORE!" OR Having you husband do something very sweet, and not be able to enjoy it bacause you don't especially feel like you deserve anything good? OR Reading about how Mom's do the equivalent of over $135,000 worth of work a year, for no pay? They were sure to also point out that by staying at home, moms "sacrifice" over a million dollars worth of family income.
http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/CollegeAndFamily/RaiseKids/ThePriceOfAMom.aspx?GT1=10019
Makes a body just want to hide in a hole. Or on the couch. With bonbons. Or Bourbon. Yup. But it could be worse... right?

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

The Peanut Butter Sandwich

2 year olds are somthing else. Nothing like 'em on the planet. Mine, is loud. Quite possibly the loudest child on the planet. Seriously, he'll give you a run for your money.
Besides being loud, he is weird. His new thing is to spontaneously burst into random, but loud, phrases. Walking through the living room? Holler "Chicken Noodle!" Driving down the freeway? "Dog Pile!!" Weird.
He has also managed to cultivate a gigantic independent streak. It's amazing that he has- because he has plenty of big brothers and sisters that try to do everything for him. More often than not, while he is screaming for them NOT TO!!!
Today, he wanted a sandwich. "NO!!! ME do it!!!!" So I let him. My camera had fresh batteries- so why not?! Full pictorial on the OTHER site-:)

Monday, April 30, 2007

The POSITIVE blog

This is the blog in which I am positive.
Positive in my parenting abilities. Positive in my own judgements. In my decisions. In my wants. Positive I am NOT a huge screw up, with no direction, goals, or motivation.
Positivity, I have been told, is the key to happiness.
I would have thought it would be a winning lottery ticket, an uninterrupted bathroom break, a pre-pregnancy body, and/ or a restful nights sleep.
Maybe I am mistaken.
Today, I POSITIVELY, will do something productive. Or constructive. Or maybe I will just sit on the couch...in a positive manner. I am POSITIVE, these brownies will go directly to my hips.
Does that count??