Should I cut off all of Jamie's curls and give him a real boy haircut?
Yes or No?
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Rock ON
We'll have to remember not to wear black next week so that our instruments stand out more for our fans.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Phonebooth
On the link in my last blog, someone posted a comment: "What's a phonebooth?" and the response was "its a really really really BIG cell phone, with like, NO features."
I would just like to add an educational link for those of you who have forgotten or never seen a phonebooth.
I would just like to add an educational link for those of you who have forgotten or never seen a phonebooth.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Pukey Pants
Airport newsstands that are open 24 hours a day, not the boutique stores that close at 8pm, should totally sell these:
I'm sure someone had a spare pair of kids pants somewhere in the Denver airport, but I couldn't find them. Their loss, 'cause they could have made a killing on them if they had seen the amount of vomit on Jamie's pants that night. If someone had said, "$100 and you won't have to smell those jeans for the next 3 hours," I would have said "throw in a little shirt and you have a deal."
I'm sure someone had a spare pair of kids pants somewhere in the Denver airport, but I couldn't find them. Their loss, 'cause they could have made a killing on them if they had seen the amount of vomit on Jamie's pants that night. If someone had said, "$100 and you won't have to smell those jeans for the next 3 hours," I would have said "throw in a little shirt and you have a deal."
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Don't boast
Raise your hand if you know what happens when you boast.
You say, "Bad Things, Suzanne"?
Why, yes! You're right!
Well, in the grand scheme of things, I know, I know, our "Things" are not so bad. They don't live in a box and play with my best polka dot dress. But they do make the house a mess. And they do whine and whine and whine. And they do get sick and throw up all over us--repeatedly--even when we tell them not to--repeatedly--it's as if they can't help it!
Oh, about the repeating...I have made myself a little rule: If someone repeats the same request or comment more than three times and my response is being ignored, then I copy the repeater. I confess, this is not the peacemaker's approach. It's the I'm-all-out-of-ideas,-now,-I'll-do-anything-to-make-them-stop-crying- about-candy-right-now-exasperated-mother-who-needs-a-trip-to-Venus approach.
Seriously. We've been sick since the beginning of January, just like every other family with young kids that I know. We even threw in a trip to Georgia to change the scenery while we were throwing up, just to keep Things from getting boring. There have been some well deserved rough nights, in return for my gloating to the universe over my good sleepers and superior parenting. So, if you've checked my blog day after day only to find the same old post about how great things are, I'm setting the record straight. I chose to sleep between laundry loads instead of blogging about our cute offspring.
So, here's what I've learned:
Heed my inner voice. You can all rely on MY inner voice if you want, or heed your own, but, whatever, if it says "just don't boast", take my advice, "Don't". Unless, of course, you love the smell of vomit and sleep deprivation, then, what the heck, boast away!
You say, "Bad Things, Suzanne"?
Why, yes! You're right!
Well, in the grand scheme of things, I know, I know, our "Things" are not so bad. They don't live in a box and play with my best polka dot dress. But they do make the house a mess. And they do whine and whine and whine. And they do get sick and throw up all over us--repeatedly--even when we tell them not to--repeatedly--it's as if they can't help it!
Oh, about the repeating...I have made myself a little rule: If someone repeats the same request or comment more than three times and my response is being ignored, then I copy the repeater. I confess, this is not the peacemaker's approach. It's the I'm-all-out-of-ideas,-now,-I'll-do-anything-to-make-them-stop-crying- about-candy-right-now-exasperated-mother-who-needs-a-trip-to-Venus approach.
Seriously. We've been sick since the beginning of January, just like every other family with young kids that I know. We even threw in a trip to Georgia to change the scenery while we were throwing up, just to keep Things from getting boring. There have been some well deserved rough nights, in return for my gloating to the universe over my good sleepers and superior parenting. So, if you've checked my blog day after day only to find the same old post about how great things are, I'm setting the record straight. I chose to sleep between laundry loads instead of blogging about our cute offspring.
So, here's what I've learned:
Heed my inner voice. You can all rely on MY inner voice if you want, or heed your own, but, whatever, if it says "just don't boast", take my advice, "Don't". Unless, of course, you love the smell of vomit and sleep deprivation, then, what the heck, boast away!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sleeping Habits
I have to confess. You may already know this. But I'm posting it anyway for posterity.
Our kids have the best sleeping habits. They are both terrific sleepers. They go to bed with relatively little fuss and early. Even if they aren't tired yet, they will go to bed and sing or sneeze or mumble themselves to sleep.
Joel gave up his nap months ago or has it been a year? But he still takes naps on Sunday after lunch. For my sanity's sake, really. And when he does, he gets to stay up for an hour or so after Jamie goes to bed. It's great for us. And usually Harlan has Sunday night rehearsals, so I enjoy having his company.
For many months we were trying to transition them to sleeping together in the same room. We have the bunk beds down side by side with matching linens. They would, like all siblings, talk each other to sleep, wake each other up, get in each others' beds, run around, kick, jump, etc. We thought we were teaching them to bond and be more respectful of each other. But mostly, it was just unpleasant for all.
We were taking two excellent boys who were going to bed in their separate rooms and sleeping happily 12+ hours a night and reducing them to less than 10 hours of sleep and battling a 2+ hour nighttime routine. What were we thinking? This cannot be worth having a guest bedroom and bonded brothers.
So we heeded all our family's advice and put Joel in the guest bedroom. Now, we have harmony again. They go to bed quickly, quietly, peacefully at 6pm, and sleep until 7:30am.
And now, because they are separated, they want to spend their every waking moment together.
Our kids have the best sleeping habits. They are both terrific sleepers. They go to bed with relatively little fuss and early. Even if they aren't tired yet, they will go to bed and sing or sneeze or mumble themselves to sleep.
Joel gave up his nap months ago or has it been a year? But he still takes naps on Sunday after lunch. For my sanity's sake, really. And when he does, he gets to stay up for an hour or so after Jamie goes to bed. It's great for us. And usually Harlan has Sunday night rehearsals, so I enjoy having his company.
For many months we were trying to transition them to sleeping together in the same room. We have the bunk beds down side by side with matching linens. They would, like all siblings, talk each other to sleep, wake each other up, get in each others' beds, run around, kick, jump, etc. We thought we were teaching them to bond and be more respectful of each other. But mostly, it was just unpleasant for all.
We were taking two excellent boys who were going to bed in their separate rooms and sleeping happily 12+ hours a night and reducing them to less than 10 hours of sleep and battling a 2+ hour nighttime routine. What were we thinking? This cannot be worth having a guest bedroom and bonded brothers.
So we heeded all our family's advice and put Joel in the guest bedroom. Now, we have harmony again. They go to bed quickly, quietly, peacefully at 6pm, and sleep until 7:30am.
And now, because they are separated, they want to spend their every waking moment together.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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