So tomorrow is Thanksgiving. All I keep thinking is "I should run to target and get some groceries" or "I need to ahet that XYZ toy for Brighton" or whatever. Basically my thoughts are roaming towards shopping and my usual day off. But instead I'll be stuffing my face and stretching my pants and most likely cleaning pumpkin pie and whipped topping off my children and their clothes. And I'll be knitting. Yes, I will. First of all, I hate sitting around with nothing to do with my hands. I'll either knit or eat, and quite frankly I'll be pushing my luck with my already stretchy yoga pants. I am fortunate to have such thoughts. On this Thankgiving Eve, I shall reflect on a few things I am thankful for. Of course I'm thankful for family and for having a warm roof over our head and a kitchen fully stocked with food. Something I know many do not have. But I'm also thankful for the lessons I've learned and hardships I've endured to become the imperfect person I am today. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. This year and for many years to come. This blog is a personal blog, copyright protected under a creative commons license. You may not use any photos included in this blog for commercial or non commercial use.

BLOG BLOG BLOOOOOOG

So I decided to create another blog because I post WAY too many things on facebook that my kids are doing and saying and figured at least this way I could keep all those quips in a neat little package. Like I did with Brighton's blog, turned family blog that just didn't feel right so kind of came to a screeching hault. Then I added an eating local blog, a photo blog, an Iowa blog, a blog just about Emmeline, and a homebrew blog. Which brings me to this blog, that I'm typing on the toilet while my daughter is taking a bath.

So that right there, that last sentence? That's how my posts will be. Pretty frank, pretty blunt, hopefully funny or at least mildly entertaining. Because in my house, we bicker, we argue, we seem to have a constant barrage of random crap (mostly toys and paper) floating about our house, but we enjoy one another. And we laugh. A lot. So I hope this blog doesn't go the way of the dodo. like the others did.










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Time Change #BigFatFail

Facebook Post from 11/6/11

"Well this time change was a big fat disappointment. Neither child slept in. And Andrew's plan of "we'll get the kids to bed at 8:00" took a big crap at albuterol alley and poop drive. Thwarted by man and nature."

Andrew and I had great expectations regarding this time change.  We convinced ourselves that the kids' bodies would still tell them it was an hour later, so we could start putting them to bed (technically) an hour earlier.  I jumped on board with this thinking because, well, it's logical right?  

WRONG

Part of it wasn't anyone's fault really.  Brighton has a nasty wheeze, so he's taking breathing treatments with alburerol which increases heart rate, blah blah blah, and can keep them awake or make them shaky.  OK fine.  He had a hard time going to sleep, he doesn't feel good and wanted a little cuddle time more than what he was given.  So his bedtime took about 1.5 hours.  (FYI, we started at 8)...but we can deal with Brighton's bedtime, he's pretty easy to get to go to bed.  

Then there's Emmeline.  Oh sweet Emmeline.  She's been off for about 2 months now, between illnesses and surgery and antibiotics her gut has been a wreck.  So finally we had a more solid poop for the first time in 2 months about 3 days ago.  And she's started to get tired around 8 - 8:30 PM CDT.  So it would make sense that once we were back into standard time, she would get tired around 7 - 7:30 right?  Well, she did.  So I cut my show and my Ravelry search for a manly hat with ear flaps short so I could attempt to put Emmeline to bed at 7:30.  She nursed for a little while as we rocked, acted like she was going to fall asleep...then POP!  Her eyes fly open, her legs start to flail, and I feel her trying to escape off my lap.  CRAP!  So I just give up after about 1/2 hour and come back out into the livingroom.  

Guess what?  No one frigging went to bed until almost 10 PM.  Was that CDT? OR CST?  I don't effing know. But to top it off, everyone was awake promptly at 6:15.  

BIGFATFAIL.

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