Typo Tantrum

Yes, I have noticed the typo's in recent posts, and no, I'm not regressing back to 5th grade english. The fact of the matter is, Jax is obsessed with the "A" key, has removed it several times, chewed on it a bit, and now it is what we like to call "tempermental".

As you can see, I don't care about it enough to do spellcheck everytime, especially since you're lucky to get me to type anything on here these days. That said, I promise to try harder to punch that A key as hard as possible in the future. I hope this will please those of you who I know are mentally scolding me everytime you see the errors of my typing (mom).

That said, I'm off to darn the holes in Shawn's socks -- how mad do you think he'd be if I used pink thread? I'm seriously considering...

The Monster in the House

Jax camre running into our room in the wee hours of the morning tody, as usual, but this time he was scared -- nd very vocal.

"There's a monster in my room! The monster, thew clock, Ryan. The monster!!!"

Having just been dreaming that this sweet little 3 yr old was trying to kill me (yeah, what does THAT mean??), I mumbled something, set up a pallet on the floor and tried to go back to sleep.

Of course, just minutes later Ry cam bounding in, whining, "No fair! How come he gets to sleep in here?"

So I set up a pllet for her, listened to them argue for a few minutes about who had more/not enough room on the floor, then giggled to myself as Shawn grumbled to them fron his sleep, sending them into another arguement (a whispering one this one) about who was being louder.

Later this morning as I ws getting Jax dressed, he commented on the monster in his room again, and this time I answered, "No, baby. There's no monster. See?" Showing him that all the nooks and crannies in his room were just that, he bounced back with, "No, Mommy! The monster! Ryan! By the clock!!"

"There is no clock in here Jax -- and are you saying that Ryan was the monster?"

"Yes! Ryan Monster! She SCARE me!!"

Listening to her bully him now, I can certainly see why...

24 Hours Later...

...and we have video!!! You do NOT want to know what I went through to get this out to you kind folks. All I can say is, if there is anyone reading out there from Flip Video, please let me know why it took all day to "process", "save" and "upload" the following 5 minutes of video. Also, if there is an "easy" way to edit them all together, that would be great. I tried, but when I realized it wouldn't be finished until 2010, I decided to just leave them dissected and seperate. At least I was able to put them in order on here.

Also, in honor of the wonderful firemen who transported my precious cargo, let's all get out to Baskin Robbins today for their 31 cents per scoop day, supporting America's Firefighters. Yumm!!!! (That's what she said.)

I guess you might be wondering how they got so lucky as to get a ride to school on the Big Red Bus, and let me just tell you -- it wasn't cheap. I won the 2 seats in a silent auction at Ry's school (yes, I'm THAT mom). Lea and Nin chipped in to pay for Jax's seat as a birthday gift, and my wallet is very appreciative!!

You know you're an AWESOME parent when...

...your 6 yr old daughter proclaims that you are the "worstest and meanest" mom ever, and that she wishes she was never born...all because you were too rough when brushing her hair. I can't wait to see how she reacts when we have her fitted for her chastity belt.

** Check back later for pics from the kids' ride to school on the firetruck -- and to hear all about Ninny's attempts to snag herself a fireman.

The Parenting Gap

Shawn is such a good Dad. He loves his kids, sacrifices for them everyday, and even indulges my periodic thoughts of having more. But like every man, he has his shortcomings. One of which is the weird way he chooses what misbehavior gets disciplined and what does not.

Take for instance his latest battle with Jax. For whatever reason, Jax's newest thing is repeating the phrase "booty butt" over nd over and over. And over. It doesn't really bother me (in fact, I may or may not be guilty of using the phrase myself from time to time), but it downright boils Shawn's blood.

I'm not sure what it is about the phrase, but those two words together flowing from our son's mouth send Shawn reeling. He doesn't mind the "booty", seeing as how he's yet to reprimand Jax when he calls any of us "booty" (which he frequently does; I am, in fact, looking into legally changing my name to Mommy Booty York), and I know it's not the "butt" part, because he himself is frequently heard clling the kids "butt-munch", "butt-head", and so forth. No, it's the joining of the words that pulls the punch, inexplicable to me, but then again, so is his habit of smelling his food before he eats.

I guess it's a little like my refusal to let Ryan watch some of the "tween" dramas on tv, all the while letting her pull up a chair next to me to watch Desperate Housewives. Although, in my defense, I do cover her eyes and ears any time Edie or Gabrielle get anywhere near a man.

The Distance Between Us

Let me just lay it out for ya nice and simple-like:

I'm having lots and lots of fun with my family, volunteering left, right, front and back, "training" for a triathalon, and spending my free time on projects like this and the ones in here. I've got a Theatre Camp I'm holding here in June, and another (potentially) in August, am still grasping at my fading dreams of maintaining a garden this summer, and then there's the whole other matter of keeping up with Jax during the day. Blogging has just become one more thing on my list of things to do, and slowly but surely, it's making its way further and further down that list.

That's not to say I've forgotten my far away friends and family who check in for updates from time to time -- I still love you and will post when I can, but be warned: they will no longer be quite so "daily basis", as it were.

I understand how hard this must be for some of you who rely on my wit to carry you through the day, but for those of you who have found yourself forlorn, please note: I'm not that funny. Funny went out the door with my waistline and self-lifting breasts. There are lots and lots of other sites you can read with much more accompanying laughter than this little blog. I know it's hard to believe, but trust me, you will survive.

So, until next week, hugs and kisses and all that good stuff.

My Baby, the Big Boy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAX MAN!! We love you so so much -- you are so much fun to have around, even when you're spilling unidentified liquids, marking the furniture with Sharpies, and kicking the walls with unbridled rage. You are more than we ever bargained for, and we thank God every day for sending you to us!!! And now you'll have to excuse Mommy while I hide in my closet and cry. Don't be alarmed, now that I'm practically pre-menapausal, this will be happening often. Just do what Ryan does, Buddy -- Go into your room and start singing/screaming at the top of your lungs. That should drown out the sobs. Happy Birthday Big Boy!!

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