JoBro

It's been a while since I last posted. To be honest, most days just fly by. It's a crazy sort of life but time doesn't fly by unnoticed. I enjoy the silly things that go on all day. Most days I can't walk across the floor of any room in my house without having to watch where I step. The road hazards can be laundry, toys, a nine month old, puke, and the list goes on and on. As long as I see the floor once a week, I am ok. I know it certainly won't be this way for long since it wasn't even a year ago when I had some sort of routine and order. Will wasn't born yet. Meg was in school two days a week and I had some time to gather my thoughts (and my piles). I do remember how that felt and I know it will be back again in a year or two??!! So...this is why I haven't posted lately. That and a trip to Asheville (YEE HA!). If you ever go, I HIGHLY recommend our friends at the Crooked Oak Mountain Inn. http://www.crookedoakmountaininn.com/

We woke up this morning and George went to turn on the computer. We wanted to check our Netflix queue. There was a scary error message that said something about a corrupt registry and that was as far as it would go. I called our trusty Mousecalls guys and "Buster" came over by 10:30am! Yeah for Buster. He's was messing around with the cables and Meg is talking his ear off. She's telling him she's going to be a flower girl and that she has to go and try on her flower girl dress today. Then she takes two steps over to the small table in our office. She grabs this poster that belongs to Olivia. I don't know where she got it. I think it's from Lauren. On one side is a photo of Miley Cyrus (or Hannah Montana) and on the other is a photo of the Jonas Brothers (and maybe the other folks from Camp Rock - which Olivia has not been allowed to watch and she keeps reminding me that she is the only child on Earth who hasn't seen Camp Rock). Meg places the poster on the rolling chair and points to one of the Jonas Brothers (it might have been Joe Jonas). Buster is half-way in our computer armoire trying to disconnect the gazillion cables and she says, pointing to the JoBro guy, " You look like him." This is making me almost pee my pants because here is Buster. He's been in our house maybe 10 minutes and she has been sizing him up. The poster was not really in view but she remembered that he looked like one of those guys. It was so funny. I think Buster found it quite amusing. We had a good giggle and discussed how he might have "JoBro body double" back up career if computer repair doesn't work out for him. I liked him. I'll really like him if he can save my PC.

Today was Johnny Appleseed day at school. The Kindergarteners were supposed to bring a pot to school to wear on their heads. I thought this was precious. I think Olivia thought this was ridiculous. She got in the car today after school and told me she didn't wear it except in the office. Now if they had invited all the Kindergarteners to watch Camp Rock with a pot on their head she would have been all for it. Conferences are in two weeks and I can't wait. I am dying to hear about my kiddo. She's a real hoot. She reads now. I don't mean, See spot run. I mean really reads. She has it pretty much all figured out and even long, complicated words are ok for her most of the time. It's pretty mind blowing to see your child change so rapidly. Someone flipped the switch. She really reads to Meg now. Before she would tell her the story based on the photos which is also reading but now she reads the words.

Meg wanted me to read her a book today but I was changing Will and we were trying to get out the door to run errands. She plopped herself in the rocking chair and proceeded to read the book aloud to herself (correctly, I might add). She has some kind of photographic memory I know many of you have heard me say this. She can recite things after just one or two hearings. It's kind of freaky. Anyway, she finishes "reading" A Pocket for Corduroy and matter of factly drops the book and says, "I can go to Kindergarten now because I am a reader." I am not ready for her to go to Kindergarten. I can hardly handle one being in Kindergarten.

Takeout

Tonight I got takeout from Loveless. I told George I was practicing for when we demo our kitchen. I just haven't made it to the grocery store like I wanted (I did tonight after the kids were in bed). We got meat and veggies from Loveless and they give you some of their famous biscuits. So after we made Meg eat her "colesloff" and whatever other "veggies" she had on her plate (veggies is in quotes because it was in the form of a casserole or something), she said to me, "Can you pass me a biscuit my friend?" That started the ball rolling. We were all spitting out our food in laughter (except Olivia). This brings me to the next part of the story. So Olivia was yelling at us. She was all stressed out and "didn't want to talk about it" and then she kept yelling please don't talk about the biscuits. I don't like biscuits. I can't stand hearing about the biscuits. We kept trying to calm her down. She wanted to tell us why she was so stressed out. It had something to do with a secret fairy bedroom that she had made w/ the neighborhood girls yesterday (I think?). Apparently the keeper of the bedroom was limiting access to the bedroom today. This was upsetting Olivia. We were all talking over each other and she finally starts yelling how we are all rude and won't stop talking. She singled each one of us out. Meg ALWAYS talks. Meg, you never stop talking. And you and mom don't stop talking. "And you, William. You're the only quiet one which is why I actually like you." I about lost it. She was dead serious. She is so damn funny. And there he is...covered in green beans, squash casserole, corn, and sweet potatoes looking as cute as ever.

Horses

Mom: "Just hold your horses, Meg."

Meg: "Why do you want me to hold my horses?"

Meg: "I don't have any horses, Mom."

Still not being able to wait patiently, she grabs her baby brother around his neck and says, " I am holding my horses, Mom."

I give up!!!

Smile.

Again - not much to say

I don't have any great stories to tell. Sorry. I just wanted to make sure I blogged so y'all wouldn't give up on me.

One exciting piece of news...Will slept all night last night AND took two good (one hour) naps today. THANK YOU, LORD! This is amazing and we are just waiting to see what happens next.

I wanted to also mention that keeping up with the paperwork associated with a Kindergartener is insane. Forms, newsletters, blah blah blah. It's insane. She is special student of the week this week. George is supposed to go to her school tomorrow to have lunch with her. They had a huge fight tonight (he threw a shoe at her - but there is more to the story). She said to me - in tears, of course - that she didn't want him to come to her school tomorrow. I am sure she'll get over it tomorrow.

That brings me to my last point. Why does bedtime have to be so insane. A wise friend of George's dad told us to video tape the nightly routine to view later on in life. He said you'll look back and wonder how we ever survived. I wonder how we survive now.