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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Land of the Free and the Home of the Nuts!
I hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th!
We celebrated with our extended families.....hamburgers, hotdogs, brats, sausage...and other various artery-clogging foods. I swear, I think my waistline has expanded over the course of two days!
After eating...and eating....and eating....I took my teenage son to buy fireworks. I really didn't pay attention to what he was buying....I was too busy trying to find things that would not scare my 3 year old and 1 year old. So, I see these things called "sliders"....I have no idea what they do, so I ask the guy that is stocking the fireworks. He looks at me and says, "Um, you SLIDE them and they pop...that's why it's called SLIDERS." OK, Mr. SmartyPants, excuse my stupidity regarding the science behind fireworks!
We get to the checkout, and I finally notice what my son has chosen. My attention is drawn to the large missle he has in his hand. Can't wait to see what that does.
So, here are a few pictures from our 4th of July celebration!
Apparently, it is very funny to watch a baby put her toes up her nose.
We were very fortunate to have my husband's father and step-mother here from Las Vegas.
This is how you hold a sparkler. Safely away from the body....see the smile on my face? This means that NO sparks are landing on my body!
Now. This is how NOT to hold a sparkler. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my husband for showing this trick to our children. Good Job, Honey!
Yes, I let my children play with fire...
Enjoying the show!
My handsome young man!
We celebrated with our extended families.....hamburgers, hotdogs, brats, sausage...and other various artery-clogging foods. I swear, I think my waistline has expanded over the course of two days!
After eating...and eating....and eating....I took my teenage son to buy fireworks. I really didn't pay attention to what he was buying....I was too busy trying to find things that would not scare my 3 year old and 1 year old. So, I see these things called "sliders"....I have no idea what they do, so I ask the guy that is stocking the fireworks. He looks at me and says, "Um, you SLIDE them and they pop...that's why it's called SLIDERS." OK, Mr. SmartyPants, excuse my stupidity regarding the science behind fireworks!
We get to the checkout, and I finally notice what my son has chosen. My attention is drawn to the large missle he has in his hand. Can't wait to see what that does.
So, here are a few pictures from our 4th of July celebration!
Apparently, it is very funny to watch a baby put her toes up her nose.
We were very fortunate to have my husband's father and step-mother here from Las Vegas.
This is how you hold a sparkler. Safely away from the body....see the smile on my face? This means that NO sparks are landing on my body!
Now. This is how NOT to hold a sparkler. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my husband for showing this trick to our children. Good Job, Honey!
Yes, I let my children play with fire...
Enjoying the show!
My handsome young man!By the way, the "missle" my son purchased.....after setting it off, I heard him say, "I paid $4.00 for THAT?!"
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
How Do You Keep A Teenager Busy?
Ok, it's a really slow week at the Semi-Happy Homemaker's house. Yesterday I swept and mopped my floors....this was the highlight of my day.
My son has been at his dad's for the summer, but he came home Sunday to stay with us for a couple of weeks. Now I have to try and come up with ways to keep a teenager busy. So, here ya go...
Well that took all of 10 minutes....now what?! Any suggestions?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Aloha Friday - Michael Jackson
I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson's music....that is, before he became all weird! He was one of the biggest music/dance icons from my generation.
So, my Aloha Friday question is....
What is your favorite Michael Jackson song?
Mine would have to be "Thriller"....the video was killer! Ha! That rhymed!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wordful Wednesday - Clue #1 Your Child is Not Hungry
This is what happens when my child is full....she plays with her food. She doesn't just throw the food on the floor, or push it away....oh, no. She likes to take each piece and place it on her head...as if she is adorning herself with precious jewels. Bless her heart.Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The Young and the Clueless
It's time for a re-post! This was originally posted in January.....check out my parenting skills!
It was 3:40pm, time for my son to get off the bus. I see him walk up the sidewalk and he comes through the door exclaiming "I need to go to the doctor!"...
"What's wrong?" I ask as calmly as I can.
"I think I've fractured my arm!" he yells. He's holding his left arm.
"What happened?"
"I got hit with a dodgeball in P.E.!"
I can see that he is in some pain as he tries to move his fingers and his arm.
"Son, I don't think you've fractured your arm." I say this as lovingly as I can. I inspect his arm...it is a little swollen, but not discolored or distorted in any way. I give him an ice pack and some ibuprofen.
"So, we're not going to the doctor?" He asks.
"No, let's see if the swelling goes down...if it gets any worse, we'll go to the doctor."
He hangs his head and shuffles to his room.
When my husband comes in from work, my son comes into the room and says, "I can't move my arm this way!" He says this as he is twisting his arm in an unnatural way.
"I don't think your arm is meant to go that way son." I say.
"Don't you think I need to go to the doctor?" He says, clearly getting agitated.
"No, you can move your arm, wrist, and fingers. If anything, you may have pulled a muscle."
"Do they put a cast on for that?" He asks.
Ahhhh, now I see.
"No, honey, they don't."
"I know it's weird...but I just want to know what it's like to have a cast."
"No, it's not." I say trying to sound sympathetic, all the while thinking ..Yes. Yes, it is!
"Listen, you don't want to break your arm...it would hurt. Really. Really. Hurt. And, furthermore, having a cast is no fun, after the first day or two, it starts to itch and then it will stink, because you cannot wash your arm. Who's gonna wanna be around someone with a stinky, itchy arm?"
He looks down in shame.
"So, tell me, honestly, how does your arm feel?" I ask him.
"Feels like it's NOT fractured." He says clearly disgusted. And with that, he turns and walks away.
By the way, he is fully using his arm as I type this....picking up his little sister and basically wreaking havoc wherever he goes.
It was 3:40pm, time for my son to get off the bus. I see him walk up the sidewalk and he comes through the door exclaiming "I need to go to the doctor!"...
"What's wrong?" I ask as calmly as I can.
"I think I've fractured my arm!" he yells. He's holding his left arm.
"What happened?"
"I got hit with a dodgeball in P.E.!"
I can see that he is in some pain as he tries to move his fingers and his arm.
"Son, I don't think you've fractured your arm." I say this as lovingly as I can. I inspect his arm...it is a little swollen, but not discolored or distorted in any way. I give him an ice pack and some ibuprofen.
"So, we're not going to the doctor?" He asks.
"No, let's see if the swelling goes down...if it gets any worse, we'll go to the doctor."
He hangs his head and shuffles to his room.
When my husband comes in from work, my son comes into the room and says, "I can't move my arm this way!" He says this as he is twisting his arm in an unnatural way.
"I don't think your arm is meant to go that way son." I say.
"Don't you think I need to go to the doctor?" He says, clearly getting agitated.
"No, you can move your arm, wrist, and fingers. If anything, you may have pulled a muscle."
"Do they put a cast on for that?" He asks.
Ahhhh, now I see.
"No, honey, they don't."
"I know it's weird...but I just want to know what it's like to have a cast."
"No, it's not." I say trying to sound sympathetic, all the while thinking ..Yes. Yes, it is!
"Listen, you don't want to break your arm...it would hurt. Really. Really. Hurt. And, furthermore, having a cast is no fun, after the first day or two, it starts to itch and then it will stink, because you cannot wash your arm. Who's gonna wanna be around someone with a stinky, itchy arm?"
He looks down in shame.
"So, tell me, honestly, how does your arm feel?" I ask him.
"Feels like it's NOT fractured." He says clearly disgusted. And with that, he turns and walks away.
By the way, he is fully using his arm as I type this....picking up his little sister and basically wreaking havoc wherever he goes.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wow! What A Day!
"Have you been on the computer ALL day?!" My husband asked this question as he came home from work to a sink FULL of dirty dishes, his wife still in her pjs and sitting at the computer just as he had left her this morning, and his two daughters still in their pjs with dried poptart on their faces. Now, before you judge me unfairly, I did feed them lunch....I think.
"I was the Featured Blogger today on the SITS website!" I exclaimed. "I have been reading all the wonderful comments my SITStas left!"
"Well, that makes all the difference in the world!" he said...a little too sarcastically. Bless his heart, he just doesn't understand the SITStahood!
I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my pea-pickin' heart for all the comment love you left me on my special day! You guys are the BEST! I will do my darnedest to visit each and every one of you...although, right now I have to go and change my daughter's diaper....it looks as though she has a third leg growing out of her bottom! Then, I'm gonna go wipe that silly grin off my husband's face.
"I was the Featured Blogger today on the SITS website!" I exclaimed. "I have been reading all the wonderful comments my SITStas left!"
"Well, that makes all the difference in the world!" he said...a little too sarcastically. Bless his heart, he just doesn't understand the SITStahood!
I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my pea-pickin' heart for all the comment love you left me on my special day! You guys are the BEST! I will do my darnedest to visit each and every one of you...although, right now I have to go and change my daughter's diaper....it looks as though she has a third leg growing out of her bottom! Then, I'm gonna go wipe that silly grin off my husband's face.
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