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November 3, 2012

Yes, I blog.  Just not here any more.  

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Chink chink chink chink…

August 1, 2011

Guess what!

School starts tomorrow.


Yes, you read correctly.  School in Hawaii starts August 1st.  Most of my brain is still reeling from that revelation.
“WHAT?!! August first?! So… since it always feels like summer here they figure they don’t actually need to have a summer break?”

School starts tomorrow.

My fellow mothers and neighbors have been looking forward to this eagerly.  Except for the ones who are homeschooling, too.  I don’t know how they’ve been feeling, but…

I’ve spent the last week feeling like I’m at the beginning of a roller coaster. You know, that part where it’s going very slowly, very steeply uphill. The sun is in your eyes, you can’t quite see what’s coming next.  You’re listening to the track underneath you go, “Chink! Chink! Chink! Chink!” and you’re thinking, “I’m not so sure about this.”

Yesterday I crested the top, saw the track ahead of me, felt the momentum about to begin, and I agreed with those former thoughts.  “Stop the train, I wanna get off!”

Great.  Now I’ve got to go find pictures, don’t I?  Good thing I love you or I’d never take the time to do that.

This is the part right before you go flying down the hill, faster than fast, and with your hair flying and your stomach flip-flopping you scream, “I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!”

That post will be coming next week, I’m sure, because –

School starts


December 28, 2008

Anyone wanting a blog, send a note over there.  That way wordpress  and/or  blogger won’t own your pictures/blog/life.  😉

Changing *again*

November 18, 2008

Okay.  So, here’s the deal.

WordPress is anti-8 too now.

JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Actually, John has decided it’s his civic duty to enter the blog world, too, and he wants to host his blog on our… um… whatever it is you host blogs off of. 

Seeing how he’s able to create things computer-wise, and being the supportive wifey I am, I’m henceforth going to be posting here.  (

I know, I know.  Changing my blog again.  And you just updated my address on your blogroll…

So sorry.  If it’s any consolation, the blog doesn’t actually look any different.

PS:  And if you’d like to have a blog, too, so that your blog won’t get deleted out from under you when blogger finds out you supported prop8, just send John a line.  🙂

New Funny Moment

November 18, 2008

(see Funny Moments tab above)

All worth it

November 18, 2008

Okay, so I may be sleep deprived, it’s true.

And that gets annoying from time to time… and sometimes, it seems like all the time.

But man, am I one lucky (read: blessed) person, to be the mother of such cute kids, and to get to spend time with them all day like I do.  (Thankfully, I am also blessed with a helpful and understanding husband, who steps in when I don’t feel quite as “lucky” about the set up.)

Today was one of those good days for me, and a gorgeous, sunny fall day (nice and warm too!  yay!)… which was great timing because…

It was Doodle’s 3rd Birthday!  YAY!!!!!!!!!

This many fingers
This many fingers

Or as he says it,
“I’m ThWEE!!!!”

I was going to upload *just* pictures from his birthday… but… well, there are too many in this folder too cute to pass up.  First, bday pictures, than the other adventures from earlier this month.

While the files load, I shall explain a few things; when they’re done loading, I’ll be done jabbering.  Maybe.

 Doodle wanted a BOYS ONLY party this year.  I think it stemmed from Cinderella getting to go to a few “girls only” events (like Ruth’s baby shower – fun!).  The poor little guy gets bossed around morning ‘til night – I can’t blame him at all for wanting his own “piwate pahyty with no goyls.”  That included me and sister, and my mom & grandma… “Only BOYS.”  So John took half the day off to man the party, with help from my dad, his dad, and my brother A. 

And by the way, I can’t believe I didn’t get any pictures of the extended family that came today.  (BUMMER!!!!  Man, I hate when I do that.  The regret lives on forever.) 

Since I didn’t, I shall have to write down the scenes I should’ve snapped.

I can see it all quite clearly in my mind now — Dad (aka “Opa”) with his pirate bandana and patch, Uncle A with bandana and hook, and tiny dog “Akera” perched on his shoulder, under the pavillion, waiting for us to get there… John’s and my dad talking up a storm sitting on top of the picnic benches, sticking tape on the backs of the “flags” for the “stick the flag on the ship” game… Lots of things.  Cousin Adam (also 3 now) with chocolate frosting all over his face…  Little Noah, wearing his pirate vest, eating ice cream in his sad, sleepy, just-up-from-a-nap stupor…  His baby brother Daniel (Eagle’s age) wearing a pirate bandana, too… My sweet sisters-in-law who were able to make it here with kids in tow, one of whom is moving to California this week but drove 40 minutes to get here anyway… Grandma Lee getting her birthday-boy-hug… Cinderella and her 6 year old cousin Audrey, (both “not invited” but joining in for cake and ice cream anyway) playing together and dealing with severe can’t-be-the-center-of-attention issues.  (They are SOOOO much alike, it’s funny.)  Grams (mom’s mom) holding Eagle when he woke up (Eagle LOVES her — it’s so cute.)… Zannie (my mom) taking her turn, too, when Grams’ arms were done, and that satisfied look on her face, seeing her “creativity gene” obviously carrying through in its own way into my little family…

It was a wonderful, beautiful, busy time, and I loved every minute.

Not exaggerating

November 16, 2008

See?  It’s 3am, and since I finished that last post around midnight, I’ve been up with the little screamer at least 3 times.  He has a built in radar that tells him when I’m on the bridge between sleep and awake — the state you only remember if something pulls you out of it.  I HATE it when he starts screaming right then.  And he does, almost every single night, regardless of when I get to bed.

So I fed him at 12:15, fell asleep in the process (duh), and had to deal with him screaming at me 3 other times between then and now.

That’s not even an hour straight.

And this is typical.

Less typical that it makes me angry enough that I deal with whatever issues I can figure out in my tired stuppor (hungry? no.  wet?  I change his screaming, wiggly little self.  burp?  not that I can get out)… and am still SO angry I just have to leave him screaming bloody murder and go cool off (quite literally – it’s cold out here).

And I think, again, I need (seriously, need) to do some sleep training with this almost-9-month-old baby.  But at the moment I can’t remember anything I did with the other two, and I haven’t made it to the library in weeks now to find any of the great recommendations from my friends.

Anyone care to recap the __basic__ get-your-baby-to-sleep-through-the-night plan from any reliable source (including just your experience)?  Be kind and use small words, short sentences.  This is rediculous and must stop.  Thank Heavens the older two are usually making it through the night now that they’re in the same room.

Hm.  I wonder if John saved the day for the poor kid.  He doesn’t usually calm down on his own.  At any rate, he’s done acting like someone is sticking him with a hot poker.

I shall again try to go and get some sleep.

This does not bode well for my getting through church w/o loosing sanity.  Wish me luck.