Wandom Wednesday

My fellow blog buds, I'm sorry - I'm hit or miss on here lately. My time is all filled up with kids, church, life, work, the family, soccer games, more work, CR, The Landing, and now I've added Relay for Life into the one free moment I had. I don't even have time to watch the shows I want to watch that I DVR'd to watch later when I had time! So here's a few things.... OH - Please note that just because I slightly SKIMMED over Relay for Life it's not the last you'll hear of it. Get out $10. We'll be in touch. This pic if from a daddy & daughter something. I don't know what it was, or when it was all I know is it meant my house was silent. I took the longest, hottest bubble bath and sat there until my skin wrinkled like a raisin. I love Daddy/Daughter somethings!

My girls look way too old in this pic. ; (

Date night. We went out a while back and ended up at Barnes & Noble (age old tradition from our dating years, we would eat dinner and then wander the book racks, holding hands, whispering, kissing when no one was looking - awwww sweet memories.) We actually went to B&N on our first date.

But this date night, 15 years later was different. We walked around together for a minute then split up and looked at what we wanted, then met back up for my husband to show me this beauty...

hmmmm. Nothing ends off a romantic evening like trying to figure out what your poop is telling you. So we sat a table and giggled at poop names like:

chocolate hostage

colon cannonballs

lincoln logs

and ...sewer serpents

Now THAT's romantic. Then I looked at home remodeling books and he looked at books about serial killers. Nice. (When we got home I googled "what does it mean when your husband looks at books on serial killers" then, I slept on the couch with one eye open JUST to be safe! )

This crazy chee-chee is 5. Yes FIVE! This is where I blog about how much she's changed our life and how blessed we are - but if I say all that I'll cry. I don't feel like crying. Addy Irene you are wonderful and amazing...

we love your smile and your laugh. I promise by the time you graduate from high school I will have made you something that looks sort of like a scrapbook. (Or, I'll at least throw some pictures in a shoe box and write your name on it.) We love you!

That is enough wandomness for one wacky Wednesday afternoon.

Monkey See. Monkey Do.

My children are monkeys. (Not the cute kind that sit on your shoulder.) The wild, climbing, crazy, kind.

They climb on everything.

When signs are posted that clearly prohibit "no climbing" that makes them want to climb more. Their eyes light up, looking at me like, "Mom...can we, can we, can we?"

I let them get some climbing in this weekend, they climbed on everything in sight and did monkey bars too, which was fitting for the two of them.

{When we're at the Zoo and watch the Chimps eat I think to myself, "I could totally see my kids eating peanut butter off each others heads. I draw the line at flinging poo at each other though, that's just wrong.}

Look at that determination...

My sweet little climbing monkeys! I do love them!!!!

I just wish I knew where they got it from...

I really have no idea at all!

Cancer Sucks.

I hate cancer.

Really, I do.

Here's an update on my dad. He has multiple myeloma which is a cancer of plasma cells, a type of white blood cell present in bone marrow. Today (he tried yesterday but his numbers were too low) he’s starting the harvesting process for his stem cells. That means right now there is no new cancer that they can see at this point, so that is why they are harvesting at this time.

This process is Autologous stem cell transplants, (AHHH, thank you Google) in which his peripheral blood stem cells are taken from him (harvested), frozen until needed, then given back to him (transplanted) after he has received high doses of chemotherapy, radiation therapy or both, to destroy the myeloma cells. (I feel like I could write an episode of Grey's Anatomy now.)

For the next 3 days they will harvest (at the OK Blood Institute.) It’s a 4 hour long process each day, they need millions of these good cells. Then at some point later they will do chemo and radiation to basically shock his body and hopefully kill anything bad. Then they put the good cells back. Long, painful, procedure.

This is from his blog post today....
God continues to take good care of me, and we rest our faith in him. You know King David put his faith in God and God cared for him and he was even called a "man after God's own heart." I hope to continue to be the kind of man God wants and needs for me to be. So keeping my faith in God is my ultimate Goal -- and whatever he plans for me is what he wants. Please pray that I can keep my faith in our Heavenly Father.

God is good! That's our motto, and we're stickin' to it.

The Case of the Funny 2nd Grader.

This little 2nd grader....

cracks me up.

She makes me smile everyday. (Yes, sometimes she makes me wanna scream too, but the smiles outweigh the screams - in my book.)

The other day she brought home her library book selection and I just started laughing...

I said, "The Hardy Boys?" She said, "Yeah Mom, you know I like a good mystery."

Hearing her say that made me laugh even more thinking that just yesterday we were sitting in her bed and she was reading mysteries like "See Dick. See Dick run? Silly, silly Dick."

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

When you leave the gym all dressed up for the day and it’s pouring down, I mean pouring down rain, and you put your tennis shoes back on so you don’t ruin your heels, and you’re glad you did when you step into water that literally goes past your ankles, then you about fall but you don’t (thank goodness), instead you drop your purse upside down into a running river of water, and the entire contents of your purse (including your wallet, phone, and Dave Ramsey envelope system) go floating away and then you have to stop to collect everything - meanwhile you’re getting completely soaked from head to toe and your hair is dripping wet, then you think to yourself ”wow, this is a bad morning" and then you're relieved that you're not wearing anything white because that would just suck.

V stands for....

V stands for VERY NORMAL DAY

Today I left for work and whispered to my husband (who was still in bed), "Happy Valentine's Day, I love you." He sleepily responded, "I love you too." Then I said, "Don't forget the chips for Addy's party."

Two hours later, I get a text. (Secretly, I'm thinking it's going to say - Honey I love you I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day, you're my everything.)

It says, I forgot the chips.

DJ's not shy to tell anyone that he doesn't believe in Valentine's Day. He loves me. Period. He knows that. I know that. So our Valentine's days are just normal days.

Like today...my valentine lunch consisted of me eating some tuna fish at my desk and then going and having my eyebrows waxed by a little Asian man named Juan. Totally normal.

Happy V Day.

Movie Review

DJ and I decided it would be fun to let Lily start watching movies/TV shows we watched as kids and loved.

We've done a few like Annie and Saved by the Bell, but during the recent Snowmageddon (that was my favorite phrase from the event) we decided to try the movie Labyrinth. DJ and I both loved that movie, it came out when we were 10 years old.



We all cuddled up on the couch with popcorn in hand and began our adventure into the Labyrinth. (Addy was asleep in 15 minutes, which we were fine with.)



Lily liked it. She caught on, liked the characters and was glad to know the man with big hair wasn't really going to hurt the baby. She also liked the music. (SEE, everyone loves 80's music.)



I was glad the movie didn't scare her or give her nightmares. I, on the other hand, was a little disturbed at the sight of...



David Bowie's pants. Who thought those pants were a good idea? These people created pretty amazing costumes, characters, masks, and animation for a movie from the mid-80's, but nobody had the guts to stand up and say "dude, those pants are disgusting!" or "hey Dave, I think you need a longer coat!"


This is one time when the high definition TV and Blu-Ray clarity is NOT recommended!

World's Suckiest Mom.

Last night I was cleaning out a cabinet. (Nothing good ever comes from cleaning.) My sweet 4 year old found a scrapbook. A REAL scrapbook. With pictures, trinkets, glue, goodies, stickers, adorable paper, cutouts, and sweet notes....all about her OLDER SISTER.

She ooo'd and awww'd and then said, "Mommy, where's my book like this!?"

I started to sweat. Quick, think fast. I could lie..."honey, there was a fire, a flood, the dog ate it"...but I didn't lie. "Mommy has it started, it's in my closet." She rushed to my closet. Oh I've got it started all right. Her name is written in it.

She ran to her dad. "My book like sissy's isn't started, it only has my name." (I suck.)

My sweet husband tried to bail me out, "Well mom is going to do it, you know when she did your sisters? When you were born. So Lily was almost 3 years old, so see...moms not that far behind with yours." (I don't feel like he's helping me at this point, I can feel the sarcasm. She's broken. I've caused this pain. Then "his help" gets worse.) "Do you want to help mommy do it? Cut the paper and pick things out to go in your book?" Her eyes light up, and she yells, "YES!" GREAT, now I'm behind on this scrapbook, and have a full time project manager to dictate my every movement.

I've GOT to get her 1st year book done, so she'll always have it. They will both have one book that I actually spent time cutting & creating. Then after that, it's printed blogs for me. Someday when my kids feel let down and think they have the suckiest mom in the world that never documented anything in their lives, I'll be able to say..."look girls, look....Mommy blogged, SEE - I do CARE!"

Easy Bake = Pain in my...

...well, you know.

The American Girl doll marketing people are just flat out genius.

Those Play-Doh guys keep coming up with new and inventive ways for us to squish and mold that junk into fun, cool shapes.

Crayola, they're no dummies. Things get old, they just make-up a new color......who doesn't want to color with some jazzberry jam & mango tango!?

But these Easy Bake people are down-right crooked I tell ya, crooked.

Santa brought an Easy Bake oven to our house this year. Santa probably shouldn't get up at 2:40 AM the morning after Thanksgiving and go shop for toys for kids. He makes quick decisions and doesn't take time to think thru what he's doing!

After we searched over town to find the correct 100 watt bulb for the device the stirring and spraying and pouring and scrapping and waiting and asking "is it ready yet?" began.

Oh they were proud. They loved it. Couldn't get enough. I, however, had enough seconds after I opened the box.

The cakes on the box look normal. They look large enough to share with your sister, but they're not. You have to make two cakes. Mixes that cost $6.99 for a kit. Crooked. (Betty Crocker cake mix, Wal-Mart $.97 box. A full cake, enough cake to feed your sister, your neighbor, your neighbors sister, plus some.)

They were slightly thrilled. Lily's eye was twitching with excitement!

Delish. I have never seen Rachel Ray licking the palm of her hand in the middle of her cooking show. We need to continue to work on etiquette, I see.

But, giiiirrrl, you gotta try this cake...it's the bomb. Fo' shizzle! (Yes, I had to look up fo' shizzle in the Urban Dictionary.)