Friday, January 11, 2008

The dog must have gone to a rave last night.

Because this morning we woke to a house covered in vomit and poop. He was in our room, panting like a freak as we were waking up. I was all, "Oh hey Sam, do you need to go out or something?" As we all got ready and headed down the stairs we saw the trail of vomit. He must have run down the hall to Hayden's room in a panic or....something. He threw up in her room, down the hall and I think he hit every room downstairs but the office and bathroom. I was an hour late to work and Kevin and I were cleaning for 2 hours this morning. And all the kids were late to school.


God it rocks to have a dog sometimes.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

No training wheels

Monday as I lay in bed dying, my husband took Tristan out to the park and taught him to ride his bike without training wheels. Jonas had stayed behind and slept. I was so surprised because Tristan has always been so cautious and reserved, he waits for his brother to try it first and then if Jonas lives, maybe he'll try it too.

I heard the front door being flung open with fervor and then heard his little voice yelling, "Mom! Mom! Mom! I rode my bike without the training wheels!!!!" I have not heard such pride in his voice ever that I can recall. It was such a great sound that I wish I would bottle it up and release it on those days when I want to run myself through. His joy was so uplifting, it made me so happy. But, I threw up again anyway.

So, yesterday we all went to the park so Jonas could have a go. Tristan was riding like a semi-pro, he needs to get the hang of those brakes or I'll be spending the tax return on new Vans all fucking year long. Jonas was a bit wobbly but he got it moving for short stretches. Tonight I expect to see him zooming around as well. I got some video footage last night on Hayden's tiny new video camera (this damn thing is way cool AND it's pink, I might have to get me one!) and I'll try to get some uploaded tonight.

Kevin's such an awesome dad like that. He has now taught all of our kids to ride their bikes and so far no one has broken anything! A very different story of my own childhood bike riding. I was taught by my older brother who didn't really give a shit about me but was after the new bike he was promised if he taught me to ride mine. I can vividly remember riding up and down our dirt driveway at about 5 years old. He did it, he taught me to ride it and without imparting any safety knowledge to me whatsoever! Good job Ray! I had to learn about the brakes the hard way, by smashing into my father's huge, red work truck. But damn I was one hell of a daredevil on my red Huffy! I would jump anything, any time. That explains my seven broken arm/hand injuries over the years.

Now that they can ride with no training wheels the world becomes a much faster place. Last night they didn't have their helmets on but they'll have to wear them in the future. I can't risk those adorable little boy faces to road rash or broken bones! We've passed yet another childhood milestone with our last kids, our last babies. Sad? Oh hell no, I love this. I love watching them grow up and learn and become whomever they are going to become. It's the best entertainment out there honestly. Oh sure, they were all such cute babies, they all smelled all sweet and yummy and they were all such fun to cuddle. But baby schmaby! I dig these kids. Not all kids, in fact generally other kids annoy me. But these kids I like. And I like them more with each passing birthday, not because they are getting closer to leaving the nest (well, maybe a little) but because every year I get to see more of who they really are, I get to witness their evolution. I have a hand in that, but I am trying really hard to leave the evolution to them so that they can find their own path in the world. And I hope and pray that path always has a short-cut trail to home.


I just have to say real quick, that I am so excited about this year's election. I am really, really excited that we actually might be governed by someone other than an old white guy. Sweet!

Friday, January 04, 2008

Six weird things.

I have been tagged by Jewels who lives in the frozen north. You all now get a chance to read, Six Weird Things About Me! (Lucky you)

"THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the "6 weird things about you." People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog."

1. I hate talking on the phone, just like Jewels! I screen pretty much all calls. Sorry guys, don't take it personally!

2. I really believe that if I want it badly enough and put my heart in soul into it, I can obtain it.

3. I hardly ever cry, particularly in front of other people. Not even my husband.

4. I can't stand to go to bed angry which is why I almost always resolve a dispute ASAP.

5. I am pretty conscious about what I eat but I love, love, love Totino's frozen pizzas. They are my wicked junk food indulgence. And Doritos sandwiches.

6. I am newly in love with bad TV. I have been watching 'The Hills', 'The Real Housewives of Orange County' and 'The Real World'. Most people find that hard to believe because I tend to be more on the intellectual side. Even my husband made fun of me for quite some time about this, and now I catch him watching with me. And he admitted recently that he can see why people might watch this garbage.

I shall tag:
Brandie at Skipping Along
Kristie at Kris-T
Melodee at Actual Unretouched Photo
JA at Home's Jewels
Alesia at Bitch
Nicole at Chicken Scratch