Gang Activity and Hostile Takeovers

I am writing in red because it's Christmas. Just so you know.



On Wednesday nights at church, the kids are divided into age groups and each group has their own color. My middle child, "JD," is in the Orange group. They wear orange shirts. JD has come to identify his "gang" as only "the orange shirts." He says things like, "the orange shirts dance like this" followed by some fancy new moves he's learned. :) It is funny to me that he rarely refers to individuals in his "posse." But, according to him, the orange shirts are the "more awesome" group. He's almost 3 and he's already in a clique. :)

Now, on to the hostile takeover. Our "master" bathroom is anything but masterful. It is small with a vanity that's about 2 1/2 ft by 18 inches. This is frustrating to me, not only as a woman, but as a clutter-y woman. Last night I went into our bathroom and thought, "why is all of this stuff ALL over the counter?" And then, as I perused the items I saw my flat iron, my shampoo, my mousse (that I only got out because I thought I might use it, but did not), my make up bag, my hairbrush, my face wash. The only things on the counter that belonged to my sweet husband were confined to a small basket that I have deemed his "space." Yikes. Up until the last week or so, I had been doing a pretty good job keeping my stuff put away, but here lately...
Sorry, babe. I didn't mean to takeover our limited space... thanks for not saying anything. And if it's been longer than a week... thanks in advance for not pointing that out to me after you read this. :)

Tonight, we are joyfully attending our oldest's (ummm, let's call her JoJo, because she says that would be her nick name if she got to choose) first official dance recital. It is going to be LOTS of fun. Last night we went to her school Christmas program. It was very cute and except for the part where JC (the youngest) spit up chicken sticks and carrots all over my husband, it was pretty great.

Hope all of you are enjoying all of the little "joys" of the season.

Angry kisses

Ok... this is gonna be short. Just to update you all... my 3 children are all on the mend from an attack of ear infections and colds. They are all fine. Jacob was the worst off and he is currently refusing to go sleep by pretending that he is about to crawl. Who would put a kid to bed when they're on the verge of greatness? (I'm sure that's what he's thinking).
Now, about the title. We just finished watching Grey's Anatomy a little earlier ( I know, think what you will... I can still love Jesus and pretty doctors locked in unbelievable drama week after week). Anyway... there is something that often occurs in movies and on TV that I cannot relate with. The Angry Kiss. What is that about? I have never been so angry at someone or a situation that I must kiss the person closest to me. Have you? Seriously, I really want to know. I have been so angry that I wanted to HIT the person closest to me, but that just doesn't draw the audiences it used to, I guess. Well... that's it. Go and kiss someone close to you... preferably not because you're angry. :)

Jibberish

Well, I'm back. Please, hold your applause until the blog is over. :) I already had in my mind what I was going to blog about and man, it was going to be funny. I started typing my very clever title and when I hit the space bar, it came up like this पूपलक्स!! What in the world?! So, I backspaced and retyped like 3 times, and still... jibberish. You know, I am new to this blogging thing and not particularly computery (obviously by my use of the word "computery") but EVEN I knew something was not right. So, I went to the tab that said settings, vaguely remembering a section about language, and I checked it, and it said... English. Well, clearly, that was not what was coming out of my computer. I went back and tried again... still jibberish. And then I went back to the settings and discovered a transliteration question. As in, "do you want your text translated as you type?" Apparently I did, and apparently I wanted it translated to Hindi. Which, if I or any of you spoke Hindi would indeed come in handy. Oh man, I just laughed out loud at that. Hindi... handy. Ha ha! I didn't even mean for it to come out that way.
Anyway, now all is well and in English and so, blogs must go on. But this one will have to go on tomorrow because I am going to steal my husband away from his other love.... the playstation. Hope you all are well and are stealing some time away with someone you love.

Rock and Roll

Well, earlier when I strarted this blog, I was home alone with my middle child (we'll call him JD for the purposes of this blog) because he was not feeling well. The other 3 of our party went to church. Now, you must keep in mind as I tell this tale that this particular child is ALWAYS busy. Today, however, I noticed something about him was "off." My first concrete clue was when I bought him lunch at Sonic and he ate neither his chicken nor his "t-tots." He only drank a little of his milk. And so, I decided to pick him up and talk to him... and then I noticed; he was warm. Not the warm/sticky that seems to accompany all BUSY little boys that are 2 almost 3, but the kind of warm that suggested I should get out the thermometer. And so I did. And there it was... 101.6. Sigh. So I lured him to my bedroom with the promise of watching Barney, and put him to bed. He finally fell asleep... for about 30 minutes.... after which he cried for about 45 minutes. Ahhh, what great times.
Then, suddenly, while waiting for his daddy to bring him his re-warmed Sonic lunch, he said to me, "I feel smuch better!" HUH? He proceeded to eat all of his food and drink a fair amount of water and then demand to go to the "liviroom" and watch "TB" with his sister. And so he did. And he played with her and sqealed with her, and almost woke up his little brother with her. And then, the other 3 went to church. And it began again. "I doe not feel goodt!" (we think maybe he watches German movies when we're not looking). So, I put on the Wiggles, not just any Wiggles, mind you, but the CHRISTMAS Wiggles and he laid in the recliner for 42 minutes. And then, it happened.... again. "I feel smuch better! I am hungry for dinner."
So I made a PB and sugar free J, lovingly cut it into triangular 4ths, and served it with leftover Sonic milk. He would not eat it. He did however drink all of the milk and then proceeded to use the red Sonic straw as a guitar. (If you know him personally then you know that he can make one of anything a guitar, and two of anything drum sticks.) Then, he looked at me, no smile, no playful raising of the eyebrows, just pure, passionate, musicianship, and said, "Mama, let's rock."
Someday, I'm going to be a rockstar's mama. :)

Really?

Well, today I am starting my blog page. I have had different people from different parts of my life suggest that I do this... and I always think, "really?" I am not sure what it is about my life that people want to see in print (maybe it's for evidence?). Whatever the reason, I have decided to oblige. Mostly I am hoping that this will be a place I can record all the funny things my kids say and do that I can never find time to write down anywhere else.
So, if you have stumbled onto this blog expecting greatness.... you might want to keep stumbling. Otherwise, WELCOME. Here is my life according to... well... me, I guess.