While dropping my 4 year old off at preschool today, his teacher called me over to look at a project that the kids had done. She showed me a list on one of those oversized Kindergarten type notepads. It was a list of what the kids were thankful for. The teachers had asked each student for input. At the top of the list was "God then "trees" then mom and dad, toys, etc., and right there in the middle was the phrase to end all phrases. It said "for my brother to not be sick (R.)". Yep, I bawled, right there, in front of 24 pre-schoolers and three teachers.
I bawled all the way to work, and I told my coworkers about it then went to my desk and sobbed. Then I called my husband and told him, and he cried.
Later, I called Grandma, and she broke down.
The preschool teacher summed it up: "even though that boy is a challenge, one thing is for sure, he has a big heart".
That's my boy!
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Friday, November 18, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
The Seven
Here's mine:
Seven things I:
Am afraid of: Faces in windows, losing my kids, car accidents, war, terrorists,animals mounted on walls, icy roads
Like most: music, dancing in my living room, driving in the country with Todd, forests, photography, reading, laughing
Random facts about me: I'm adopted, I met my birth mother and sister - actually now, the whole family,I hate driving, I have webbed toes, I won a writing contest in high school for poetry, I sang in a couple operas when I was in junior high. One of which was Carmina Burana, I partied with Timothy Leary in college (he came to the house party where I lived)
Important things in my bedroom:(oookaaayyy) uh... bed, reading lamp, dual alarm clock, baby monitor, baby's nebulizer, clothes, candles
Things I want to do before I die: Take my kids to Europe, live outside of Michigan, publish a children's book, send my biological father a letter about me, reconnect with old friends, see Hawaii, be a grandmama
Things I can do: edit people's writings, paint, ski, multitask, hairwraps, cook quesadillas,a backbend
Things I can't do: Drive a stickshift well, type without peeking at the keyboard, kiss my elbow, wear foundation, stop kissing my kids, not laugh at least once a day
Things I say the most: beyatch, hee hee, er sumthing, you __ nazi (paper nazi, coffee nazi, fill in the blanks), what doing?, yeehaw, that's right
celeb crushes: Steve Buschemi (sp?), Paul Newman, Jude Law, Madonna (don't look at me like that), The host of "the Secret Life Of"...on food Network, Mr. Rogers, Jack Black
Favorite things about my partner: His two-toned eyecolor, thick dark hair, dark eyebrows, his embarassed smile, his collarbone, the fact that he is not afraid to cry, his ability to surprise me
People I want to see take this quiz:Lori, Cari, anyone who reads this and has a blog
Seven things I:
Am afraid of: Faces in windows, losing my kids, car accidents, war, terrorists,animals mounted on walls, icy roads
Like most: music, dancing in my living room, driving in the country with Todd, forests, photography, reading, laughing
Random facts about me: I'm adopted, I met my birth mother and sister - actually now, the whole family,I hate driving, I have webbed toes, I won a writing contest in high school for poetry, I sang in a couple operas when I was in junior high. One of which was Carmina Burana, I partied with Timothy Leary in college (he came to the house party where I lived)
Important things in my bedroom:(oookaaayyy) uh... bed, reading lamp, dual alarm clock, baby monitor, baby's nebulizer, clothes, candles
Things I want to do before I die: Take my kids to Europe, live outside of Michigan, publish a children's book, send my biological father a letter about me, reconnect with old friends, see Hawaii, be a grandmama
Things I can do: edit people's writings, paint, ski, multitask, hairwraps, cook quesadillas,a backbend
Things I can't do: Drive a stickshift well, type without peeking at the keyboard, kiss my elbow, wear foundation, stop kissing my kids, not laugh at least once a day
Things I say the most: beyatch, hee hee, er sumthing, you __ nazi (paper nazi, coffee nazi, fill in the blanks), what doing?, yeehaw, that's right
celeb crushes: Steve Buschemi (sp?), Paul Newman, Jude Law, Madonna (don't look at me like that), The host of "the Secret Life Of"...on food Network, Mr. Rogers, Jack Black
Favorite things about my partner: His two-toned eyecolor, thick dark hair, dark eyebrows, his embarassed smile, his collarbone, the fact that he is not afraid to cry, his ability to surprise me
People I want to see take this quiz:Lori, Cari, anyone who reads this and has a blog
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Holy haircut batman!
This is the haircut I swore I would never force upon my child - but he wanted it like that!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
fed up
Frustration has its way of changing us. Lately, I have found myself morphing into that person whom I never wanted to become. My voice, thick with anger and stress has lowered about an octave, become raspy with the echoes of nightly strain. Lines on my face are appearing more rapidly, my face, once tattooed with a smile, has a permanent frown. I used to turn away when I saw women looking like this in public, thinking to myself..."sheesh, what can be so hard about life that they can look like THAT?" And now I know, and now I am that woman.
My four year-old, such a handsome, clever, creative young boy, has caused me to reach this point. He has somehow managed to do invoke the soul of a rebellious teen into his skinny little boy body. He is defiant, angry, controlling, and thinks the world revolves around him.
"What that boy needs is discipline" they say. Yes, I have been disciplining him from sunrise to sunset, and it is not doing good, solely managing to wear me down. "get him checked for ADD" they say. Yeah, I've seen kids on Ritalin, they look like the life has been sucked out of them. I don't want my son to disappear, I just want some calm once in a while. I looked up herbal remedies for ADD online, and it only led me to websites featuring links to BUY this fabulous product or BUY that wonderful book. No one seems to have any real advice anymore, it's all about the money making. "Time outs" don't work, he knows there is nothing to keep him sitting in the chair. We send him to his room and what does he do? Colors with crayon on the new carpet! Great tactic, I tell ya!
Perhaps his behavior is a trait of a creative-minded person. Maybe my little hellian is merely exhibiting an early form of the "tortured-artist" syndrome. Possibly, he has so many ideas and inventions rolling around in his head and he isn't mature enough to know how to express himself. I wish I could help him. I remember feeling this way many times when I was little. I still feel that way today, only now that I have the maturity, I am unable to create due to lack of time (and energy!).
Maybe this is just a phase, maybe he has ADD and maybe he is just an extremely stubborn kid. I still love him no matter what. I'm hoping that I can keep my sanity long enough to see him through this ruckus. It would be pretty tough to give him a tough love hug with my arms strapped in a straight-jacket.
My four year-old, such a handsome, clever, creative young boy, has caused me to reach this point. He has somehow managed to do invoke the soul of a rebellious teen into his skinny little boy body. He is defiant, angry, controlling, and thinks the world revolves around him.
"What that boy needs is discipline" they say. Yes, I have been disciplining him from sunrise to sunset, and it is not doing good, solely managing to wear me down. "get him checked for ADD" they say. Yeah, I've seen kids on Ritalin, they look like the life has been sucked out of them. I don't want my son to disappear, I just want some calm once in a while. I looked up herbal remedies for ADD online, and it only led me to websites featuring links to BUY this fabulous product or BUY that wonderful book. No one seems to have any real advice anymore, it's all about the money making. "Time outs" don't work, he knows there is nothing to keep him sitting in the chair. We send him to his room and what does he do? Colors with crayon on the new carpet! Great tactic, I tell ya!
Perhaps his behavior is a trait of a creative-minded person. Maybe my little hellian is merely exhibiting an early form of the "tortured-artist" syndrome. Possibly, he has so many ideas and inventions rolling around in his head and he isn't mature enough to know how to express himself. I wish I could help him. I remember feeling this way many times when I was little. I still feel that way today, only now that I have the maturity, I am unable to create due to lack of time (and energy!).
Maybe this is just a phase, maybe he has ADD and maybe he is just an extremely stubborn kid. I still love him no matter what. I'm hoping that I can keep my sanity long enough to see him through this ruckus. It would be pretty tough to give him a tough love hug with my arms strapped in a straight-jacket.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
sorry!
Some of youse have been bugging me to get writing again. I'm sorry, I've just been so terribly busy (but I love it) with all of the mishmash that is going on in my life right now.
I have been writing some things on paper late at night and in the car as they come up, but haven't had time to organize or solidify the thoughts what with trying to get the house clean and organized, watching the kids while Todd works nights, working days, etc. etc. So I apologize and I promise promise, promise that I will TRY (ha ha) to get at least one piece up a month.
OKAY!?!?!
I have been writing some things on paper late at night and in the car as they come up, but haven't had time to organize or solidify the thoughts what with trying to get the house clean and organized, watching the kids while Todd works nights, working days, etc. etc. So I apologize and I promise promise, promise that I will TRY (ha ha) to get at least one piece up a month.
OKAY!?!?!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
weezer!
Tonight we will be seeing this guy in concert!!! My assistant met them while bowling last night.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Early in the morning, a few weeks ago, as I was rushing around the house practicing the AM routine, I glanced out the window into the backyard and saw a softball sitting in the woodchips by our fence. Not having my glasses on, I thought nothing more of it other than "hmm, the neighbors must have hit their ball into our yard". A few days later, I glanced out the window again at the same spot, and thought, "hmm, that's not a softball, it looks more like a big plastic bag. Wonder how that got there. Must've looked like a softball since I didn't have my glasses on". I told the 4 year old to go over and pick up the bag and throw it away. He bent down to touch it and immediately retracted his hand, and with a horrified expression, proclaimed "the white stuff came off on my hand!".Growling and muttering about how I have to do everything around this house, I went down to pick the bag up myself. Only it wasn't a bag, it was an alien creature egg...or so I thought, until I poked it with a stick and realized it was a nuclear-grown, world-record sized mushroom. I immediately speared it on the stick and tossed it into the refuse bin. That is, after I stopped to take some pictures.
Today, I glanced out the window and saw that the giant overgrown mothermushroom has now spawned two offspring in its place!
Sunday, September 11, 2005
interesting article
As I find informative articles about CF that you all might enjy, I will post them here.
Following is an uplifting article about CF and the fact that people with it are suddenly living longer.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9193315/site/newsweek/
Following is an uplifting article about CF and the fact that people with it are suddenly living longer.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9193315/site/newsweek/
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