When I was little I used to wonder why my mom didn't rip into a letter or package that came in the mail. Or how she could wait to frost the cake or dive into the piping hot cookies. Now that I'm a mother of three (well I realized this after the first one, but three puts it in perspective!) I realize she didn't wait, she was stinking busy!
Daddy's gone to a meeting, and I have the baby in the tub tonight, my 3 year old hollering because she wants to get undressed but her shirt is stuck on her head, and my 5 year old is digging his school supplies out because he needs his scissors (and truth be told he's so excited about kindergarten he can't leave it all alone). While this happens the phone rings....and rings.....and rings...... I'm not answering it because A) I have NO clue where the phone is (drat those cordless phones) and B) Grandma Baldwin's (family friend) rule is make the baby safe and do what you have to do. Babies in bath tubs without supervision is not safe. Babies in bath tubs with big sisters and no supervision, really not safe. So the phone rings....and rings....and rings..... Seriously leave a message if it's important.
Got to check for ticks....
Get girls out of the tub. Deegan gets in. Thank goodness by age 5 they don't need constant supervision. I do have to make sure he's not washing the floor, and walls and ceiling with buckets of water while he's bathing. Mazee's cold and crabbing about needing a bedtime snack. Miri gets cold faster than Mazee and Mazee could dress herself. Plus the chances of getting baby pee or poopies on me is pretty high if a diaper isn't secured quickly. Miri wins this one. And to top this all off, Miri is starving which means she's diving at me constantly making it harder to dress her.
Girls are dressed. Deegan pulls himself out of the tub. Now he's freezing...get your jammies on. You know how to do this yourself.
Snacks, quick throw something at them. Now run, run, run away! No not run away, hook the baby up so she can finally make a successful dive and retreive needed nourishment.
And that's just been the last hour. The dishes are still stacked higher than Mount Everest, dirty clothes are laying on the bathroom floor along with the crumped towels and there's a good chance the bath tub is still supporting water. Then why pray-tell should I choose this time to blog, well thanks for asking. I just found this all rather amusing and realized that I must've missed the "you are the mommy of three kids, daddy's gone, and it's bedtime, what do you do now?" day of kindergarten.
By the way: the baby's sleeping and the big kids are being entertained by "Phineas and Ferb". Sometimes a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
And Mom, you're AMAZING!!! I hope you are now able to rip open those letters and packages a little more quickly than before!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Kitchen Krazies
Sometime this summer I decided that our cuisine lacked pizzazz. I decided to pick a cookbook a week and choose a recipe from it, somewhat randomly, find something new. Since I love to cook and bake I saw this as a great challenge for the summer. And it has been.
Today's challenge make cheddar crackers. I didn't even know you could make such a thing until I saw it on the Cooking Channel. The kids love gold fish crackers so I knew we had to try these. I looked up a recipe and whipped up the dough yesterday. The kids and I got out our tiny animal, tractor, house shaped cookie cutters and set about to make these yummy treats.
I had forgotten how much fun it is to bake with Deegan and Mazee. Summer's not exactly the time of year we spend heating up the house with the oven. They rolled out the dough with their little rolling pins and got cutting away, starting in the middle of their dough. Then they started creating their own fun shapes. All the time Miri spent giggling and banging her spoon and big cookie cutter on her high chair tray.
The first batch came out of the oven and luckily cooled quickly because none of us could wait to try them. They were yummy indeed, and the first batch was gone in an instant. Restraint had to kick in or they would all be gone!
Cooking with my big kids is a wonderful treat, but I can't wait for Miri to be old enough to dig into the flour and make a mess with us!
Check out the recipe at http://homecookinginmontana.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheddar-crackersreminiscent-of-goldfish.html
Today's challenge make cheddar crackers. I didn't even know you could make such a thing until I saw it on the Cooking Channel. The kids love gold fish crackers so I knew we had to try these. I looked up a recipe and whipped up the dough yesterday. The kids and I got out our tiny animal, tractor, house shaped cookie cutters and set about to make these yummy treats.
I had forgotten how much fun it is to bake with Deegan and Mazee. Summer's not exactly the time of year we spend heating up the house with the oven. They rolled out the dough with their little rolling pins and got cutting away, starting in the middle of their dough. Then they started creating their own fun shapes. All the time Miri spent giggling and banging her spoon and big cookie cutter on her high chair tray.
The first batch came out of the oven and luckily cooled quickly because none of us could wait to try them. They were yummy indeed, and the first batch was gone in an instant. Restraint had to kick in or they would all be gone!
Cooking with my big kids is a wonderful treat, but I can't wait for Miri to be old enough to dig into the flour and make a mess with us!
Check out the recipe at http://homecookinginmontana.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheddar-crackersreminiscent-of-goldfish.html
Monday, July 25, 2011
Spit and *hit happen
One cannot believe the amount of bodily fluids being screted at my house this week. Besides being "Old Faithful" when it comes to spitting (we're talking mass quanities after almost every nursing and for hours after eating!), my 4 1/2 month old daughter Miri has decided that blowing out the old diaper every couple of days might be fun. Why can't she just poop every day like she used to? Now she saves it up and blows out at least one diaper and outfit every couple of days. This sometimes makes a mess on the floor but has managed to attack me recently. As if smelling like sour milk wasn't appealing enough to my hubby I know can add poop to it. Thank goodness she's a nursing baby so it's not as nasty as it could be! But still gross!
But Miri isn't the only one who's decided to share her fluids. My 3 year old Mazee has been so dog tired going to bed these days, she's been wetting the bed. Now there are solutions to this such as making sure she potties as close to bedtime as possible, limiting fluids passed such and such a time or wearing a pull-up (like you can get this BIG girl to wear one!). While these work, nothing prepared me for last nights pee extravaganza. Around midnight I hear Mazee calling for me, however not from her bedroom but from the living room. She had the garage door open and was calling for me to come in. She must of been sleep walking. When I asked her what was wrong and if she needed to potty she proceeded to pee on the floor. I don't have to wash bedding today, but I did have to wash the rug.
One might want to know why this must all be happening right now, well I'll tell you why, Murphy's Law. Murphy gets in my way a lot. See I am not what one would call a neat freak, but I do keep my house some what clean. The problem lies in the fact that I just did a major scrubbing of the floors. We're talking hands and knees, took me 2 hours, even threw the rugs in the washer cleaning. Ergo we must now do everything possible to get the floor back to it's original dirt riddled condition.
I should also include Deegan's recent pee story. Can't leave him out. I go outside to check on him and Mazee and the dog brushes up against me. She is wet. "Deegan you're not supposed to be spraying the dog with your water gun." I say in a firm motherly voice. Deegan replys, "But Mom, I didn't! I was trying to take a pee and she got in the way." Thank goodness this mess happened outside!
Spit and shit, two great words. Not only do they rhyme, but they happen often at this house!
But Miri isn't the only one who's decided to share her fluids. My 3 year old Mazee has been so dog tired going to bed these days, she's been wetting the bed. Now there are solutions to this such as making sure she potties as close to bedtime as possible, limiting fluids passed such and such a time or wearing a pull-up (like you can get this BIG girl to wear one!). While these work, nothing prepared me for last nights pee extravaganza. Around midnight I hear Mazee calling for me, however not from her bedroom but from the living room. She had the garage door open and was calling for me to come in. She must of been sleep walking. When I asked her what was wrong and if she needed to potty she proceeded to pee on the floor. I don't have to wash bedding today, but I did have to wash the rug.
One might want to know why this must all be happening right now, well I'll tell you why, Murphy's Law. Murphy gets in my way a lot. See I am not what one would call a neat freak, but I do keep my house some what clean. The problem lies in the fact that I just did a major scrubbing of the floors. We're talking hands and knees, took me 2 hours, even threw the rugs in the washer cleaning. Ergo we must now do everything possible to get the floor back to it's original dirt riddled condition.
I should also include Deegan's recent pee story. Can't leave him out. I go outside to check on him and Mazee and the dog brushes up against me. She is wet. "Deegan you're not supposed to be spraying the dog with your water gun." I say in a firm motherly voice. Deegan replys, "But Mom, I didn't! I was trying to take a pee and she got in the way." Thank goodness this mess happened outside!
Spit and shit, two great words. Not only do they rhyme, but they happen often at this house!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Conversations with a 5 year old
My son Deegan, 5, has a wild imagination and wide range of vocabulary. This is conversation is one of the tamer ones.
Deegan asks, "Mommy what does child mean?"
Me, "You're a child. It means some one about your age until you're about 10 or 12."
Deegan, "Well okay, but I'd really like to get back to being a kid."
Later on...
Deegan, "Mommy do they put kids in jail?"
Me, "If they are really naughty."
Deegan, "Can parents go to jail?"
Me, "Yes and then their kids have to go live with a different family."
Deegan, "If Daddy gets tossed into jail, and you get tossed into jail, we're going to go live with Grandma and Grandpa Johnson."
Me, "Do you want this to happen?"
Deegan, "Maybe"
Nice child I have there! :)
Who the heck am I? Better yet who are you?
Yes, I am Crazy Mom. I see myself as a hyper, go get 'em person who does occassionally run out of steam. I multi task with the best of them and try to stay sane over all.
Who am I besides Crazy Mom? I am a 31 year old mother of three, farmers wife (who doesn't really do much in the way of farming), kindergarten/HS art teaching, wanna be running fool. I can't spell and switch words around (which means I occassionally wonder around my house when I want to wander). I try to keep things positive and look for the silver lining in it all. Sarcasm oozes into much of my writing and thoughts. In general I don't mean to be insulting. Please don't take it as such.
Do I have time to blog? Heck no! I just got done with grad school and have no idea how else to spend my time :) If I'm not sitting at a computer I don't know what to do with myself. If I don't have time, why blog? The other day I sent my mom and ridicilous conversation my 5 year old son and I had, and she asked if I was recording them for future leverage when he gets to be a teenager. I haven't really had a place to keep them, but they're so dang funny I should share them as well as write them down. Also my friend Alyssa told me that I should blog. Apparently they way I view certain topics and explain things is funny. I hope you readers agree.
I titled this "I missed that day of kindergarten" because I used to say, "I must've missed that day in kindergarten," when I didn't understand something or screwed something up. Now that I teach kindergarten I realize how true that saying can be.
Who am I besides Crazy Mom? I am a 31 year old mother of three, farmers wife (who doesn't really do much in the way of farming), kindergarten/HS art teaching, wanna be running fool. I can't spell and switch words around (which means I occassionally wonder around my house when I want to wander). I try to keep things positive and look for the silver lining in it all. Sarcasm oozes into much of my writing and thoughts. In general I don't mean to be insulting. Please don't take it as such.
Do I have time to blog? Heck no! I just got done with grad school and have no idea how else to spend my time :) If I'm not sitting at a computer I don't know what to do with myself. If I don't have time, why blog? The other day I sent my mom and ridicilous conversation my 5 year old son and I had, and she asked if I was recording them for future leverage when he gets to be a teenager. I haven't really had a place to keep them, but they're so dang funny I should share them as well as write them down. Also my friend Alyssa told me that I should blog. Apparently they way I view certain topics and explain things is funny. I hope you readers agree.
I titled this "I missed that day of kindergarten" because I used to say, "I must've missed that day in kindergarten," when I didn't understand something or screwed something up. Now that I teach kindergarten I realize how true that saying can be.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)