Sunday, March 22, 2009

In light of this, I want people to know how glad I am when Smith comes home after work. (And I understand how angry he is right now.)

How would YOU handle it on a daily basis if your husband and the father to your kids, had a good chance of not making it home at night? I'm lucky, I have family and a group of friends whose husbands are officers to rely on. I hope I never have to rely on them for the kind of support the families of Sgt. Mark Dunakin, Ervin Romans, and Daniel Sakai, are getting now. I cannot begin to imagine how the family of Sgt. John Hege must feel, with him in the hospital, waiting to see if he makes it.

I get a kiss every morning before he leaves, and I make sure to give Smith one every time he walks back through the door to me. Their families won't be getting that greeting anymore.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

It Finally Happened

This morning while Snake was taking a shower, Moose got his revenge. I was up front and heard, "What the hell?!! Turd!" When Moose came out with a smug look on his face, I asked if he dumped cold water on Snake. He said yes, and then went into graet detail about how he did it. I tried not to smile, and told him to eat his breakfast.

Snake came out, and the first thing I said to him was, "You aren't doing a thing to your brother. He got you back for all the times you've done it to him". Snake looked at me a bit disgusted, but accepted it.

I warned him this day was coming. And I had to chuckle when it did.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


Blue, orange, pink, black, little white puffs, green and black. Beautiful colors, right?

I would normally agree with you, but I've seen them in some of the worst places. Blue was on carrots. Orange was on pineapple slices. Little white puffs were on the crunchy ends of dressing. Green was on potatoes, so was black. The pink? I NEVER thought spaghetti could turn that color. Isn't mold lovely.

I'm not telling what fridge I found those goodies in, but it wasn't mine.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

It Makes A Sizzling Sound

Today Snake was eating an apple. I looked up to see him take a bite. And then it looked like he rubbed it across his face to his ear. My eyebrows went up. He took another bite, then rubbed the apple on his face again. A third and fourth time, and I said "Why are you rubbing the apple on your face???"

He looked up, saw the expression on my face and said he wasn't rubbing it on his face. Oh, no, he had a perfectly good reason. A reason only a child of mine could come up with. With a look of wonder on his face, he said, "Mom, when I bite it, it makes a sizzling sound."

My older child is a weirdo. And I love him dearly.