Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Post with No Title

It has been a wild week in our house. After Grayson’s bout with the croup, he spent 4 days on Prednisone . If you’ve never experienced a 2 year old under the influence of a steroid, then you’ve just not lived. Sleep was hard to come by, and hyperness was at an all time high. We’ve just now started to calm down. Because of this, I can’t manage much coherence right now (let’s just pretend that I can normally put together coherent thoughts, okay?), so here’s a bunch of randomness that has no title.

Lately, everything Grayson eats is “deeee-yish-us”, said while rubbing his tummy and doing his Stevie Wonder head swing. He doesn’t realize yet that he wraps me around his little finger every time he tells me something I cook for him is “deeee-yish-us”.

He has also been obsessed with smells lately. He crinkles his little nose, and says “I smell.” Now, let’s be honest, in a house of four people, two of which are male, there’s not usually a lack of smells. When we ask him, though, what he smells, he always answers “carrots”. Hmmmm, what? Where did that come from? I very rarely cook carrots unless I’m cooking a roast, so who knows what is going through his mind…

Today, I heard him on the monitor waking up from his nap, and since it was almost time to pick Abby up from school, I opened his door to tell him he could get up. When he heard the door open, he sat up in bed and said, “I trying to sweep!” I snickered and asked him to repeat himself, and he said, “I trying to nap, you know, sweep!” Never mess with a boy and his beauty “sweep”.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Monday, Monday

I felt like I was gone all weekend long, so I had a ton of stuff that I needed to get done today. And, how much of that did I actually do? Not much. I was lacking in the motivation department today. At least on the housekeeping side of things. I got up itching to get out the sewing machine. I had been wanting to try to make Grayson a train t-shirt to wear for his Thomas birthday party. In October. I thought I had better get a head start since I had no idea many tries it would take to get it like I wanted it. And of course, I couldn’t make Grayson something without making Abby something too.

Here’s how they turned out… Grayson’s…

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And, Abby’s, quite obviously…

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This little project set me back a whopping $2.00. I found the shirts at the Dollar Tree (what are the chances?!), I cut the appliqu├ęs out of some scrap material, and I had the web fusion stuff left over from another little project. And it only took me a couple of hours! That is huge for me, because I am not a very proficient seamstress. At all.

The best thing about it, though, was this reaction…

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Priceless! I may just have to go ahead and let him wear this one now and make him another one for his birthday party. Who could say no to that face?

Friday, August 20, 2010

Late Night Musings…

Grayson woke up last night about 10:00 with croup. Poor little guy was barking like a seal, struggling to get a good breath and couldn’t talk. Fortunately, we have an awesome family doctor who found us a 24 hour pharmacy and called him in a prescription. While Burge headed out to get his medicine, Grayson and I sat out on the porch in the 700% humidity. I am ever so thankful for the “so thick you could cut it with a knife” humid air because it gave him almost instant relief.

While sitting out there, we watched the random cars go by. I asked Grayson where he thought the cars were going. After a few moments of deliberation, he decided Wal-Mart was their destination. After a few more moments of deep thought, he said, “And they’ll have to ride in the buggy.” At least he knows the rules…

A few minutes later, I told him I was sorry that he felt bad. He told me, “I not feel bad, Mommy. I happy!” Bless his heart…you just can’t keep a good kid down.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Smart Cars…Are They Really So Smart?

Last Friday, after Grayson and I got groceries (Hallelujah for being back to grocery shopping with just one child!) we were in need of some nourishment and the only thing that would fit the bill was some Christian chicken. So we headed over to Chick-Fil-A and on our way through town saw one of these…

I pointed it out to Grayson…”Oh look at the cute little car!”… because I had never seen one on the road anywhere around our area. And then on the way home, guess what we saw.

Yes! Another one! And yes, I am quite sure it was not the same one. They were different colors.

Y’all. I cannot get over how tiny these things are. You would have to really like someone to want to ride in the passenger seat when they were driving one of these. You know how you make fun of couples when you see them riding in a truck with a bench seat and the girl is all slid over up against the guy? Wait. Is that just my family? Is my dad the only one that would always ask how many people it took to drive that thing? If so, this example might not mean much to you. But for the rest of you, this car is so small, you don’t even have to slide on over. Once you get in and shut the door, you are already all slid over. I’m talking zero personal space (and we all know how much I cherish my personal space).

There’s pretty much no space period. How could you get groceries in one of these things? Where would you put your dry cleaning after you pick it up? Hang it from the antenna?

Now, I know that they are better for the environment and very fuel efficient, which I can totally get behind. Especially the fuel efficient part, because I am all for anything that will save money on gas (Hello?! Do we not own a Focus?). After all, saving money is my love language. But even I will not trade saving a buck for safety (most of the time). And how safe can a car really be when it’s so small a VW Beetle could back over it and mistake it for a small dog?

And, on top of that, they are not even all that cheap! You could totally buy… oh I don’t know…a Focus for cheaper than one of these. And you could fit your groceries in a Focus. And your dry cleaning. At the same time. And savor some personal space (not a lot, mind you, but some). But then, I guess a Focus wouldn’t get you noticed quite as much as one of these little guys. I’ve certainly never said, “Hey, Grayson, check out that Focus!” So I guess it’s all about your priorities. Some people like to be noticed, and some people just like to have a place to hang their dry cleaning inside their car.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Weekend in Review

Saturday morning, Burge ran in his first 5K race. Right here would be a good place to insert some pictures of this monumental occasion, but that would mean that I actually had pictures. And to take pictures, I would have actually had to have been there. But, alas, I was not there. Because I am just that good of a wife. Instead, I was snoozing the morning away in my bed, trying to sleep off the effects of having to get up at 5:30 every morning last week.

Anyway I woke up to this.

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Yep, my “9” key bit the dust. I never realized how much I use that #9, or more importantly, the “(“. That left parenthesis is key (no pun intended)... without it, the right parenthesis is just left hanging. And in case you haven’t noticed, I like my parentheses. A lot. They are second only to my beloved comma.

I’m thinking the good ol’ Dell Inspiron is approaching the twilight of his life. He is, after all, over 5 years old. That is practically ancient in computer years. He’s slowed down a lot lately, not all his ports work anymore, and his frame is cracked. I thought a new battery and power cord might revive him a few months ago, but I think it’s just prolonging the inevitable. He’s headed for the laptop graveyard. It brings a tear to my eye because we’ve been through so much together. I’m going to hate to see him go.

Moving on to happier topics… I decided after securing the “Wife of the Year” award Saturday morning by sleeping through Burge’s race, I would keep that ball rolling by not accomplishing anything all day Saturday. I almost achieved that goal too, but this was calling my name…

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The call was just too strong, so I got dressed and made a Sonic happy hour run. Seriously, who can turn down a Route 44 Vanilla Diet Coke for $1? Not I!

We finished off Saturday night with some grilled steaks (by Burge, I was pretty much worthless all day), twice-baked potatoes and a movie. We watched Extraordinary Measures, which was a heart-wrencher, but very good.

All in all, it was an awesome, relaxing Saturday, which will hopefully be good preparation for the packed-to-the-gills week we have ahead of us. Guess what starts this week… SOCCER!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

It’s All Right ‘Cause I’m Saved by the Bell

Thus far in my parenting career, I have remained unscathed when it comes to kids and pop culture. Abby doesn’t have the foggiest idea who Justin Bieber is. She has no desire to “Party in the USA”. She’s still perfectly content watching Nick Jr. and Playhouse Disney, with a side of Phineas and Ferb thrown in. Spongebob is not even allowed in our house.

And frankly, I like it that way. She’s only six, for heaven’s sake. I feel like I should have a few more years before she’s obsessed with that other side of Disney, you know The Suite Life of Waverly Place, iCarly Montana, etc. To be honest, I’m not sure how fond I am of those shows. Why do Zach and Cody live in a suite? Do they have parents? Are the Waverly Place wizards good wizards or bad wizards? Is there such a thing as good wizards? And don’t get me started on Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus… All these shows may very well be harmless, but in order for me to be absolutely sure of this, I would have to watch them and I am not ready to take that step yet. Or maybe ever. Not that I would have to look far for an opportunity. These shows are on. All. The. Time.

I may just have to invest in DVDs of all the seasons of Saved by the Bell. Now there’s some quality tween programming.

Who didn’t love the antics of Zach, Slater, Kelly, Lisa, Jesse and Screech? And who could forget the coolness that was Zach Morris’s humongous cell phone?

There was no questionable content in Saved by the Bell, unless you count that episode where Jesse got hyped up on the speed the night before her big test. Alas, she saw the error in her ways before the thirty minutes were up, so that negates any questionable content. At least in my mind.

Then there was the young, innocent love between Zach and Kelly Kapowski, that culminated in…

A Vegas wedding! It just doesn’t get any more home-spun than that, right? I think it would be awesome to be able to share that nugget of my adolescence with Abby one day. As long as she doesn’t ask me what the gang from Bayside High has been up to since they graduated. I certainly have no plans to explain how Screech has been earning a living these days…

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Grayson Lane, Age 2

Since Abby got a post named after her yesterday, I thought it was only fair Grayson get one today. Grayson is night to Abby’s day, black to her white. They are very different in most areas. Is it because he’s a boy and she’s a girl? Or because she’s first born and he came second? I’m sure those factors play some role in it, but I think it’s mainly because they just have totally different personalities. Not that one is any better. They are both really sweet, good kids (most of the time. I say that after they’ve both been sent to their rooms this afternoon for 2 separate incidents). Just different.

It would never occur to Abby to take a crayon and color the wall, because we have not specifically told her she could. It would never occur to Grayson not to take a crayon and color the wall, because we have never specifically told him not to. Pardon me while I go tell Grayson that it is not okay to color on the walls with crayons. Just in case… Okay, that’s taken care of. Carry on. They are just different.

Grayson has changed tremendously over the past six months. His speech has dramatically improved, and I can’t wait for each day to begin, just to hear what will come out of his mouth next. It’s also fascinating to watch him begin to use his imagination more when playing. And of course, it’s great just to watch him be a goofball, which is quite often. That boy is a ham.

I thought you might get a kick out of some of his recent performances as well. First up, his version of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”.

Please note the Stevie Wonder head sway. Nice. Next up, Abby and Grayson asking the blessing on our supper.

Yes, there’s the head sway again. And apparently God hears you better if you squinch your eyes really tight and clasp your hands so tight your knuckles turn white. That’s good to know. And finally, Grayson showing off his mad hula hoop skills and how to do a crunch without your shoulders ever leaving the floor. That’s talent, folks.

Do those simple exercises and you, too can have the awesome physique of a two year old.

Oh my, how I love that boy! He never fails to bring a smile to my face.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Abby K. Lane, First Grader

Abby is officially a first grader. Today was the first day of school around here, and given how perky Abby was when she bounded out of bed at 6:10 this morning, I’d guess she was pretty excited about it. She couldn’t wait to put on her new school clothes and carry her new backpack. She was not so excited to have me walk her into school. But I told her to suck it up because I was going in with her. I don’t ask for a lot from her, but that was something I was not going to budge on. A momma has her boundaries, you know. Maybe I should’ve thought that through a little more…

She asked me to take her picture in her snazzy new duds. And I happily obliged.

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Ready to go!

We made the 2 minute drive to the school, navigated through all poorly parked cars, and Grayson and I walked her in to her class. Here’s where things got a little dicey.

Abby’s teacher had coloring sheets for them to work on while all the first day hoopla was going on. Abby sat down at her desk and got out her crayons. Grayson sat down at the desk next to her and reached for her crayons. In his defense, he has spent the last two months basically doing everything Abby did because that’s what she’s told him to do. When I told him that we weren’t staying and he would have to color when we got home, the tears started flowing. And then the wailing and gnashing of teeth followed. Honestly, you would have thought someone had cut off his arm. Or taken away his best friend, which I guess is probably how he looked at it.

The other parents started looking at us, and not in that sympathetic, “bless his heart” kind of way, but more in that “you’re a bad parent, can’t you control your child” kind of way, I broke out in a sweat and Abby gave me a look that clearly conveyed her embarrassment of the situation. So we high-tailed it out of there and to the car as quickly as possible. On the plus side, with all that commotion, I didn’t have a chance to get teary-eyed that my baby was starting the first grade. On the downside, when we got in the car, I got teary-eyed because I felt sure we had ruined her first day of first grade and someday she would be discussing this embarrassment with her therapist.

Fortunately, when we picked her up this afternoon, she declared this the greatest day of her life and proceeded to relive the entire day, detail by detail as we went to get our celebratory treat…

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A Sonic happy hour slush. Sonic can cure many hurts. Amen.

Grayson and I both apologized for embarrassing her, and she graciously accepted our apologies. However, she did request that we just drop her off at the door tomorrow.

I think that can be arranged.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

She’s Crafty…

First off, let me say that I am not a creative person. And I’m not saying that so that you all will leave me comments (and by the way, did you know that you could leave comments at the end of this post on the actual blog? Just thought I would point that out, because comments to a blogger? They are like crack to an addict) telling me that I am so creative. I’m really not. I have grown in craftiness in the past few years, but not so much in creativity. The difference is the ideas. I’m great at doing the craft, not great at coming up with the idea for the craft.

Enter the internet. Hallelujah for the world wide web! It is chock full of really creative people who like to share their knowledge. It is a virtual smorgasbord of creativity. There is a plethora of ideas out there waiting to be discovered. And while I may not be very good at coming up with my own creative ideas, I am awesome at copying someone else’s. I almost said stealing right there, but I’m not really stealing because these people gladly share their talent, even going so far as to give step-by-step instructions. Gotta love that generosity.

One of my favorite crafty people is Jill at Controlling My Chaos. She is incredibly creative and pretty funny too! I’ve gotten lots of ideas from her blog, especially for teachers’ gifts and school stuff. Which leads me to my latest project: ID tags for Abby’s backpack and lunch box. These are super cute, if I did make them myself.

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And here’s a close-up…

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All this took was about fifteen minutes, a couple of badge holders and key rings (found at good ol’ Wal-Mart), scrapbook paper, ribbon and a picture.

This was a really quick and cheap project, and Abby loves them!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Girls’ Day Out

Saturday, Abby and I had our 2nd Annual Girls’ Day Out Before School Starts. That’s the official name. We’re going to have t-shirts made.

Abby loves to go to the movies. But, let’s be honest, there’s not a lot of movies out there that I’m really comfortable taking my very sheltered 6 year old to. Even a lot of the animated, “for kids” movies have a lot of innuendo and questionable scenes in them.

However, I had heard rave reviews about Ramona and Beezus. I adored all the Beverly Cleary books growing up, and I had introduced Abby to them this past year. So we decided to go see the movie Saturday afternoon. To say I was as excited about seeing it as Abby was would be an understatement. I was probably more excited about the movie. Abby was definitely more excited about the popcorn. That girl can put away some popcorn.

After shelling out $97 for 2 matinee tickets, a popcorn and a drink, we grabbed Abby a booster seat and headed into the theater. Abby is plenty tall enough to see without a booster seat, but she can’t keep the seat from folding up with her in it. And you have not seen panic until you’ve seen a little girl, who loves her some popcorn, get folded up in a theater seat and almost drop her $60 bag of popcorn. Nor have you seen the panic when a momma has to decide what to save first: the $60 popcorn or her daughter. I’ll let you guess what I decided.

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Here’s Abby enjoying the golden popcorn. Seriously, how big does she look in this picture? When did she grow up? I swear she was Grayson’s age just yesterday. And why does she look mildly frightened here?

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The Lane girls… Am I a wee bit of a photo hog? Possibly.

The movie? It did not disappoint. Honestly, it is a great family movie. There was not one inappropriate thing in it. Not one time did I hold my breath, hoping Abby wouldn’t ask me what something meant.

One thing that did bother me… Bridget Moynahan played the Quimby momma. You know who she is, Tom Brady’s ex-girlfriend, mother of his first-born son. You know, she's like my age. And she’s playing the mother of Beezus, a fifteen year old. Like I could play the mother of a 15 year old. Yeah, that made me feel old. Until I came home and googled her. And I found out from Wikipedia that she’s actually Burge’s age. And since we all know that Burge robbed the cradle when he married me, I felt much better about that whole situation.

We continued the 2nd Annual Girls’ Day Out Before School Starts with a little shopping, during which Abby declared that the only thing she has ever really wanted in life is a pair of high heels. That wish, unfortunately for her, remains un-fulfilled. And we ended the day with a Coke Icee.

It was an awesome day, and I’m so glad we got to spend it together!