And it's kinda funny why, after the day was through, I couldn't blog.
Ben changed my password into my email/blogger account. And didn't tell me. He saw me trying to log in. I tried for a long time. Then he asked if I had been hacked. He told me to log into his email and see if he'd been spammed by my address because that's what hackers do, you know. It wasn't until I finally asked him the flat out question "Did you change my password???" that he admitted to it.
Nerd.
I spent all of my blogging time trying to log into my account and by that point, Elaina was done with waiting for me.
It was time to start the Nightly Lainey Ritual without delay as far as she was concerned.
It's really funny and cute. And weird. Well, mostly weird, actually.
She has to lay on me like I'm her beach chair. Then, she has to hold each one of my hands. I can't do anything else with my hands. Hold a book, hold the remote, or surf the internet. At this point she always decides that I have to rub one of her ears. While holding her hand. That's trickier than it sounds and I get it wrong a lot. She squeals at me at a shockingly loud volume for such a little person until I get it right. Once all of that is on the right track, her face has to be covered up with the same blanket that must also cover every other part of her body. Then I have to hum a song that she likes. Twinkle Twinkle or Come Thou Fount are what she usually the favorites.
I can't help but think that if she wasn't my last baby (probably) she wouldn't get away with so much.
Maybe.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Do You Know How Much Stuff I Mostly Do?
A LOT. Like, pretty much everything. Like, for example, my blog. My posts are so sporadic it's just plain embarrassing. I have 4 more skirts left to sew for my girls and nieces. (one is done. yay me.)It's the day after Easter and we're dying Easter eggs for Family Home Evening. (I rock.) My daughter Elizabeth? Gave up on the Tooth Fairy. (that one I will never be able to laugh at.) I totally and completely stink at this parenting thing so much of the time.
The reason that I'm writing this post? It's quite simple, really.
To give myself a break. Because what happens to me is that I do positively great at being on top of everything that I need and want to do. For a day. Or a week. Or even sometimes a whole month. I know, I know. Try not to be jealous of my pure awesomeness. It's a sin, you know. Just sayin'.
So, instead of getting everything right for an entirely too short period of time and then beating myself up for not being Super Woman and getting depressed and entirely giving up on many of the important things, I'm going to try something new. And this is hard for me. I'm just going to take it a day at a time. (My inner Martha just died a little. Sorry inner Martha.) And, this part is even harder. I'm going to post it on my blog. The stories and pictures of the made beds and the organized linen closet. (Martha and I will really like those posts.) The confessions that my kids had cereal for dinner because I didn't want to cook or that (and I really hate admitting to this one) that Beth wore Will's (clean) socks to school because her drawer was empty and I didn't know. I really hate typing things like that. But you know what? It's my life. Like it or not. And you know what else? I like it. I really, really do. So I need to make sure that I remember it. And this is the only way it's happening.
And maybe it will be very helpful when I can have copies of my entire blog bound into book form for my children's therapists. Inner Martha will like that, a lot.
See you tomorrow!
The reason that I'm writing this post? It's quite simple, really.
To give myself a break. Because what happens to me is that I do positively great at being on top of everything that I need and want to do. For a day. Or a week. Or even sometimes a whole month. I know, I know. Try not to be jealous of my pure awesomeness. It's a sin, you know. Just sayin'.
So, instead of getting everything right for an entirely too short period of time and then beating myself up for not being Super Woman and getting depressed and entirely giving up on many of the important things, I'm going to try something new. And this is hard for me. I'm just going to take it a day at a time. (My inner Martha just died a little. Sorry inner Martha.) And, this part is even harder. I'm going to post it on my blog. The stories and pictures of the made beds and the organized linen closet. (Martha and I will really like those posts.) The confessions that my kids had cereal for dinner because I didn't want to cook or that (and I really hate admitting to this one) that Beth wore Will's (clean) socks to school because her drawer was empty and I didn't know. I really hate typing things like that. But you know what? It's my life. Like it or not. And you know what else? I like it. I really, really do. So I need to make sure that I remember it. And this is the only way it's happening.
And maybe it will be very helpful when I can have copies of my entire blog bound into book form for my children's therapists. Inner Martha will like that, a lot.
See you tomorrow!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Funny In A Weird Way
"Mom!" I heard from Ella's not ever quiet voice.
"Beth says that she sings better than I goo. That hurks my feelings."
"Oh Ella." I say. "I love you. And I love it when you sing. You make up such funny songs. They always make me smile."
"Oh Mama. I'll sure miss you when you're dead."
???
"Beth says that she sings better than I goo. That hurks my feelings."
"Oh Ella." I say. "I love you. And I love it when you sing. You make up such funny songs. They always make me smile."
"Oh Mama. I'll sure miss you when you're dead."
???
Friday, September 25, 2009
Little Boys and Little Girls
The tv is on and Will is in charge of the remote. Will, Spencer, Elizabeth, Ella, and Max are all glued to the show that is on. It's about how to survive a home invasion. (LOL and what the heck???)
The host is talking about how to use the Sleeper Hold to paralyze your captors. Will and Max are glued to the process and the diagrams of exactly how to do this the right way because as Will says - "You just want to put him to sleep, not put him into a coma." (good grief) Max looks at Will and says: "Will, this is good stuff, this is really good stuff!!
Then Ella looks at Will and says: "Gurn this OFF!!! Icks keachin (teaching) me bad stuff!"
The host is talking about how to use the Sleeper Hold to paralyze your captors. Will and Max are glued to the process and the diagrams of exactly how to do this the right way because as Will says - "You just want to put him to sleep, not put him into a coma." (good grief) Max looks at Will and says: "Will, this is good stuff, this is really good stuff!!
Then Ella looks at Will and says: "Gurn this OFF!!! Icks keachin (teaching) me bad stuff!"
Thursday, September 17, 2009
5
That is the number of times that I have fallen down because I have slipped in something gross left on the floor of my home by someone else. Either puke or pee. I guess I'm loosing my sense of humor about it because this last time, nobody would fess up to who's puke was responsible for the shooting pain and swelling in my knee and my sudden need for a shower. When I told Ben about it, he replied "I don't blame them. I wouldn't tell you if it were me, either. You know I'm at work, right? That there's no way that it could have been me."
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Dear Everyone
I am a terrible blogger.
Like you all didn't know.
Ha.
It's been over four months. FOUR MONTHS!
And a lot of stuff happened in those four months.
Will got Baptized in March while we were still in Alaska. And I actually have pictures. Not on me or anywhere near me of course. (Why would I actually USE the pictures that I took the time to snap? That's just crazy talk.) He is huge. Who told him that he could grow up?
In May, we packed two trailers and drove them from south central Alaska to south eastern Idaho. It was supposed to take, at most, 5 days (we were secretly hoping for it to take 4. Stop laughing). It took 9. Or 8 or 10. I don't even know anymore. It was quite an adventure. And because of it, my kids all now love Celtic Thunder (thanks Lays!!! You guys ROCK!). Driving through upper Alaska, the Yukon Territory, and British Columbia is mostly empty of people and radio-station-less. And also full of bears and weird caribou/mountain goat looking animals and porcupines that climb trees. (Shush Ben. I did too see them. And so did Will.) And much of the trip is seriously lacking in bathrooms. SERIOUSLY. DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE LACK OF BATHROOMS, CANADA! Something I discovered on the trip that really surprised me: Canadians really like to talk about public health insurance once they realize that you're an American. They would just bring it up to me while they were ringing up my purchases at gas stations, grocery stores, and hotels. They (at least the ones I talked to) seem to have this idea that a good chunk of the population of our country is forced to spend our time crawling through the streets in agony while our appendix burst and limbs fall off with no hope of medical attention while doctors just stand around and point and laugh. I quickly assured each of them that no, things like that only ever happen with specialists in Alaska and in Communist countries. Ha. They didn't find me funny. Good thing I do. :)
It was a little longer after we moved to Idaho before the house we planned to move into was ready. So we stayed with my sister Amanda and her husband Jed and their kids. The answer to your question is yes. Each of them will be sainted at any moment now. And now all of my children think of Kolby, Max, and Madelynn as their siblings. It's rare for us to go anywhere that they don't ask if "the other Clarks" can come. I love it.
The kids spent the summer running through the sprinklers, playing soccer, building a fort (it is still a work in progress and occupies hours of their time on a weekly basis) camping, and Ella learned to ride her bike without training wheels. Will and Elizabeth both lost most of their teeth. Or at least it felt like they did. Jack, our giant 9 month old "puppy" (he's 85 Lbs), got caught in a Hobo trap. That was fun. If you're looking for a good time, try cutting a sticky glue-y trap out of your overly large, slobbering, jumping dog's fur at 5 a.m. Then you'll know what fun is.
I know that ten zillion other things happened, too. Good things. Funny things. Memorable things even. Do I remember them? Not at the moment. Or maybe ever. At least not on my own. I'm sure that Ben will remind me of them and then I can come back and post them. Around January.
See you then!
Like you all didn't know.
Ha.
It's been over four months. FOUR MONTHS!
And a lot of stuff happened in those four months.
Will got Baptized in March while we were still in Alaska. And I actually have pictures. Not on me or anywhere near me of course. (Why would I actually USE the pictures that I took the time to snap? That's just crazy talk.) He is huge. Who told him that he could grow up?
In May, we packed two trailers and drove them from south central Alaska to south eastern Idaho. It was supposed to take, at most, 5 days (we were secretly hoping for it to take 4. Stop laughing). It took 9. Or 8 or 10. I don't even know anymore. It was quite an adventure. And because of it, my kids all now love Celtic Thunder (thanks Lays!!! You guys ROCK!). Driving through upper Alaska, the Yukon Territory, and British Columbia is mostly empty of people and radio-station-less. And also full of bears and weird caribou/mountain goat looking animals and porcupines that climb trees. (Shush Ben. I did too see them. And so did Will.) And much of the trip is seriously lacking in bathrooms. SERIOUSLY. DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE LACK OF BATHROOMS, CANADA! Something I discovered on the trip that really surprised me: Canadians really like to talk about public health insurance once they realize that you're an American. They would just bring it up to me while they were ringing up my purchases at gas stations, grocery stores, and hotels. They (at least the ones I talked to) seem to have this idea that a good chunk of the population of our country is forced to spend our time crawling through the streets in agony while our appendix burst and limbs fall off with no hope of medical attention while doctors just stand around and point and laugh. I quickly assured each of them that no, things like that only ever happen with specialists in Alaska and in Communist countries. Ha. They didn't find me funny. Good thing I do. :)
It was a little longer after we moved to Idaho before the house we planned to move into was ready. So we stayed with my sister Amanda and her husband Jed and their kids. The answer to your question is yes. Each of them will be sainted at any moment now. And now all of my children think of Kolby, Max, and Madelynn as their siblings. It's rare for us to go anywhere that they don't ask if "the other Clarks" can come. I love it.
The kids spent the summer running through the sprinklers, playing soccer, building a fort (it is still a work in progress and occupies hours of their time on a weekly basis) camping, and Ella learned to ride her bike without training wheels. Will and Elizabeth both lost most of their teeth. Or at least it felt like they did. Jack, our giant 9 month old "puppy" (he's 85 Lbs), got caught in a Hobo trap. That was fun. If you're looking for a good time, try cutting a sticky glue-y trap out of your overly large, slobbering, jumping dog's fur at 5 a.m. Then you'll know what fun is.
I know that ten zillion other things happened, too. Good things. Funny things. Memorable things even. Do I remember them? Not at the moment. Or maybe ever. At least not on my own. I'm sure that Ben will remind me of them and then I can come back and post them. Around January.
See you then!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Where Am I And Who Are All These People Calling Me Mommy?
I remember my cousin Becky saying that to me once. That sometimes it felt like one minute she was 12 and thinking about what color to paint her fingernails, and the next minute she was standing in the kitchen of her own home with multitudes of little children swarming around her, all asking for a hundred different things at once.
I feel that way a lot.
Usually every day or two I think to myself that I need to blog about this or that but don't get around to it. And then there are moments when one of my sweet little children will do something so funny that I find myself thinking that I HAVE to blog right away before the funny little thing is misplaced in the jumble of gray goo that I lovingly call my brain.
Today Elizabeth asked me if she could use my hand weights because she wants to "build up her muscles so that she can conquer the monkey bars". Sure, use them all you want I say. Elizabeth, being the teacher that she is, immediately gave Elaina the smallest set of weights so that she can "get tougher too". As she handed them to her, she made the observation that not only are they Elaina sized but that they also match her outfit. It's always a plus to match your exercise equipment, I would say.
A little while later, after Elizabeth had left Elaina and I to fend for ourselves and also coincidentally the next time that I unglued my eyes from the computer screen, I turned to see that Ella was now holding the weights, flailing her arms wildly about while singing her little heart out to a mixture of show tunes from Annie and The Sound of Music... wearing only a hooded towel. I guess she's trying to bring new meaning to the phrase 'dance like nobody is watching'.
In other news, we are moving. And yes, we are crazy. For the kids and I, it's only been 10 months since we last did this. Help.
I feel that way a lot.
Usually every day or two I think to myself that I need to blog about this or that but don't get around to it. And then there are moments when one of my sweet little children will do something so funny that I find myself thinking that I HAVE to blog right away before the funny little thing is misplaced in the jumble of gray goo that I lovingly call my brain.
Today Elizabeth asked me if she could use my hand weights because she wants to "build up her muscles so that she can conquer the monkey bars". Sure, use them all you want I say. Elizabeth, being the teacher that she is, immediately gave Elaina the smallest set of weights so that she can "get tougher too". As she handed them to her, she made the observation that not only are they Elaina sized but that they also match her outfit. It's always a plus to match your exercise equipment, I would say.
A little while later, after Elizabeth had left Elaina and I to fend for ourselves and also coincidentally the next time that I unglued my eyes from the computer screen, I turned to see that Ella was now holding the weights, flailing her arms wildly about while singing her little heart out to a mixture of show tunes from Annie and The Sound of Music... wearing only a hooded towel. I guess she's trying to bring new meaning to the phrase 'dance like nobody is watching'.
In other news, we are moving. And yes, we are crazy. For the kids and I, it's only been 10 months since we last did this. Help.
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