Well....

What an awfully long pause.  No point doing the whole "why I haven't posted in decade" thing.  Everyone one knows, everyone is busy.  I have been reading and commenting when I can think of any think to say. 

Like everyone else, we have suffered with the unholy plague of 2011.  We have been to the new pharmacy* 3 frillion times in the last 6 weeks.  On the first saturday of spring break Maddie woke up with blood shot eyes.  We figured pink-eye and took her and Ellie to the doctor ASAP.  She had been coughing for a week or so, and had a low grade fever.  It was not pink eye, she had coughed so hard she had broken blood vessels in her EYES.  That was disturbing.  Both also had ear infections and some giant tonsils.

Owen is currently on his second day home, with a fever.  Usually my kids are pretty healthy. [Which I am totally taking credit for, when they are 60 with a heart like a 20 year old I will say "It's because I nursed you for a year damn it.  Be grateful.]  So this 6 weeks or so of crap is killing us, and using up tons of sick days.  On a better note only 7 more weeks until summer vacation.


* Story for another day this week.

Sick Day!

Ellie has been sick with a fever for the last two days, so I am home with her today.

First a visual aid:


Saddest baby evah!

4:15 am -4:30am Neighbor's barking dog wakes me up.

5:20         Ellie wakes up, luckily I am still awake from the dog.

7:00         Bud leaves with the kids

7:02         Ellie hits her head  on the counter and cries

7:03         Yo Gabba Gabba  (apparently you shouldn't hit your friends, are they advocating hitting                 non-  f riends?  must check into this)

7:10          Ellie hits her head on the table and cries

9:00          Ellie falls asleep on me and I realize I have not yet eaten.

9:30         Try laying Ellie on couch, she starts screaming before her eyes open

10:30       Find poop on my sweatpants.  99% sure it is Ellie's, wash laundry

12:00       Lay her down for nap.  Eat lunch of tater tots (dipped in butter, they are potatoes, don't judge)

12:11      Yay Ellie's awake

12:15      Ellie hits her head on the fridge and cries.  It her head bigger than it was yesterday?  What is the problem?

And the rest of the day was a blur of over tired toddler smacking her head into every object in our house, wiping snot on me, and me trying to cook dinner.

However, she did give me a kiss completely on her own.  And she got a diaper and layed down on the floor and said "poooop".  Clearly she is a genius, at least before she whacked her head 75 more times.

You only think they aren't listening

Owen brought a ton of stuff home in his backpack this week, we found this amongst the pile.  

Easier to read if you double click

double click to gahhh you already know

Obviously I need to stop using that as a threat.  I can't imagine the look on his teacher's face.  This one is a keeper.  I can't tell you how many times we have read this and laughed our asses off.  Which is good considering the amount of caramel corn I am eating.

Why do YOU have cats????

When you think of all the reasons a person might have cats you think maybe:

cute
companionship
funny personality
low time commitment
mostly self sufficient
apartment sized

Or if you are more practical:

less smelly than dogs
eat bugs
keep feet warm at night
scares away mice
eats mice to stupid to be scared


We have two cats. Two (2) (dos) (deux)

The water is there all day, I don't know why they both get thirsty at the same time

So imagine my surprise a year ago when we had ........ an effing mouse living in our house.  I lost my shit.  Bud was doing a lot of trap setting, not a lot of mouse catching.  I suggested putting the cat food away, eventually they would get hungry enough to DO. THEIR. JOB.  For some reason Bud didn't like my suggestion ( I still think it's good).  It took a week or so before he finally caught it.  Whew.

Then a week and a half ago I went to the kitchen to make lunch and out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.  I never really SAW anything, but I was pretty sure it was another mouse.  I pretty much stood in one spot crying for ten minutes.  So again Bud put out the traps, I glared at the cats and nothing happened.  Then one day I saw the bastard run across the counter.  Bud hurried an moved things off the counter while I stood on a chair screaming "There, there, there it is, there, there on the counter" in an endless loop.  He finally trapped it in a bowl and took it outside, he meant to release it over the back wall, but it got out in our yard.  Awesome.

Two days later Rigby (gray cat)  struts into the house with live mothafrackin mouse, and lets it GO.  In. my. house.  Luckily Bud saw it grabbed it by the tail, ran out and threw it way over the wall into the street.  (He is my hero, also he scrubbed his hands really good).  What kind of cat does that?  Srsly

Three days after that?  Chloe (orange cat) does the same damn thing during dinner.  I first ran screaming, but figured I better help catch it if we didn't want it in the house.  I grabbed a broom, Bud got a diaper and we chased it back and forth til Bud caught it.  It was d-e-a-d but Bud told Owen it was just playing dead, like a possum.  It would totally come back to life out on the street.

I hate my cats.  Obviously we need to keep the screen door locked because they can open it.  However, the children are not overly conscientious about keeping it closed.  Every time one of the cats comes in I check it's mouth before I open the door. 

Anybody want an extra cat or two?

Terrible Fours??

I have started this post so many times, but I am determined to push through it today.  I have no idea what to do about Maddie.  Last year was tough with her, but she was three so we figured things would get better.   We thought starting preschool this year would help.  But the last few weeks have been a nightmare.

At school she is an angel, everyone there loves her.  They tell me how kind, and sweet and wonderful she is for them.  I don't know that girl, the girl I know is angry and stubborn and always on edge.  I see brief glimpses of the girl they know, but she is a fleeting image.  The girl I live with dominates the house with her frustration and anger. 

We are trying new behavior systems, Owen and Maddie each start the day with three magnets.  Fighting, or freak outs or tantrums result in the loss of a magnet.  Once they lose all three, they go to bed.  We keep track of how many they had at the end of the day and have a reward at the end of the week if they earned it.

On Monday, the first day, Maddie lost one in the car on the way home.  She was losing her shit because her artwork did not fit her homework folder.  When we got home she started her homework.  The assignment was to circle pictures that started with the letter M.  There was a bottle of medicine with a spoon next to it.  She knew medicine started with an M, but spoon started with an S so it shouldn't be circled.  BUT, there was no way to circle only the medicine without also touching the spoon.  We tried explaining that the spoon was part of the medicine.  No dice.  She started screaming and scribbling on the paper.  We finally had to take her to her room and leave her there until dinner.

When she traces her letters, she cries because she "can't write the letters perfectly".  Her grammar is very precise for her age.  She loses her mind when she can't do something "right".  We keep trying to explain, practice....blah, blah.

She is so mean to Ellie, she pushes her down, takes things away, has said she wants Ellie to be eaten by a monster.  I get the resentment, I do.  But lately she has been going into Ellie's room and waking her up from her naps.  Which just kills us, Ellie is super unpleasant without a nap.  She lashes out at Owen, hitting him, and scratching him until he bleeds.  He does torment her, and I think she waits until he doesn't expect it.  Which, I get.

What really gets to me, are her meltdowns.  She will lose her mind completely, even if she is getting her way.  Today she spent 20 minutes crying because she wanted to wear legging, and I said OK.  But she felt she was going to be to hot.  So I said, don't wear them.  Then she said but she wants to wear them.  Ok.  But what if she was to hot.  She argued with herself for 20 minutes.  I have no idea how to handle that.

Once she starts a meltdown there is no way to stop her.  I know this all sound like typical 4 year old stuff.  I can't put into words how it feels around here.  I wake up every morning wondering how bad things will get.  When we get to the end of the day at work, we dread coming home.  We just don't know how to help her, I am afraid we are doing it wrong and we will ruin her.

Should we get a child psychologist for her?  Should I drink more?  Maybe I could stay with my mom until Maddie is six? 

What have I been doing?

There has been a little of this:

And some of this:

Oh, so much of this:

And Hello!  Lots  of this:

She never stops moving.  She's like a shark, and she has also taken to biting.  I don't remember the other two being so climby.  She is kickin our asses on a daily hourly basis. 

Holy, Geezy Pete, I Finished!

You will now be subjected to pictures of THE QUILT. I think it was more work than giving birth, and took more hours than I can count.

But, it is pretty, yes?
This is an upclose of the quilting and the fabric. The dark purple looks black, but is actually a dark purple with flowers.

I am happy with how it turned out, but it does have numerous flaws. Bud threatened to beat me if I pointed them out to everyone, so I kept it to myself.

I was able to give it to her before we left PA and she seemed to really like it. It was a bit sad giving it away after all that work, but what can ya do?

I found out one of Bud's aunts is really into quilting and she showed me some of hers. They were absolutely gorgeous and all hand quilted. I might try hand quilting in the future, and also the applique that she does. It got me all motivated to try another. Everyone I know wants one, Owen really wants me to make one for him. I am thinking of making his and including his extensive button collection. He has a weird love of buttons and a giant jar of them. I think I could use some of them as embellishments. He loved the idea, so that is probably next.

I also want to make some baby quilts. I can practice new techniques and styles. I was thinking of donating those to a charity. We will see, I will keep you all annoyed with pictures.