Thursday, September 28, 2006

Rat Baby, Rat Baby, Rat Baby!!!

For those of you who are FRIENDS fans you're already laughing.

Do I have a story to tell -- You can't make this shite up.

My step mom had a baby on Tuesday, (cute little bugger) anyways... my dad stopped by the hospital this morning to see them and she wasn't in her room. So he checks with the nurses station "oh she's in the room next door." Okay-- so he goes in to that room and she's sleeping. He didn't wake her up, but wandered back out to talk to the nurses.

Nurse: "Did you hear about last night?"

Dad: "No, what happened?"

N: Well, Step Mom was up feeding the baby at 3am and then when she was done, was going to go to the bathroom. So she wandered in there and looked in the toilet, and what did she see?????

{Wait for it}

A RAT!!!!! Swimming in the toilet!!!!! YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK (hee bee gee bee noise -- full body quiver by yours truly)

So disgusting!!!

Step mom ran out yelling "housekeeping, housekeeping!!"

Could you imagine if she had sat down and the rat decided to bite her? Or you sit down and before you do your business, you hear a noise, but you know it's not you. Splashie, splashie, look there's a rat in the toilet.


I am so dead serious, I could not make this up. This is something that you would hear, that happened to my friends, cousins, nephews, brothers, sisters, aunts, friends,mom. But this is first hand knowledge. I still shutter when I think about actually sitting down on top of it not knowing it was there.

When I get a chance to talk to my step mom and find out more details I will update, but this is great shite!

I being a big FRIENDS buff, I know I would have yelled RAT BABY, RAT BABY, RAT BABY!! (Thank you Monica.)

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Nephew Monkey

Are we going to see the baby?

Uh Huh, UnBabieeeee.

No he's not Spanish, but it seems everything these days starts with "Un" (like Uno with out the O), UnPuppie, UnDaddy, UnMommy.

He was less than thrilled at the hospital when we went to see my new brother. I should say, less than thrilled mommy was holding another baby. Yes that's correct folks, I have a brother 19 months younger than my son. Sounds strange? Not in my family. Well not any more. 5 years ago, when the first between my dad and step-mom was born, that was WEIRD. But now it's just normal I guess.

There are 7 of us now. Jake (27), ME(25), Brooke (17, a.k.a. Auntie), Noah(8), Max(5), Leo(2), and Baby X(1 day) (no his real name doesn't start with an X, but they haven't picked one yet, so we are calling him Baby X or Baby X-Men to my brothers).

Baby Brother Leo was also less than thrilled. He was too young to be jealous when Kermit was born. Leo was only 4 month old (yes folks, the math is correct, my son's uncle is only 4 months older than him).

** Tangent ** not really sure why I keep using the word "folks". This is not a word I use very often, hardly ever to be exact. But for some reason, it fits today. ** End Tangent **

So now the Kermit is a nephew again to a baby 19 months his junior. UnBabieeeee is too cute, lots of dark hair, and pretty thick. He actually (no lying) has more hair than Brother/Uncle Jake. He will be a great addition to the family.

I think Kermit will warm up fairly quickly to the idea of me holding another, after all he has to share his Great Aunt at daycare.

**Another Tangent ** I am trying to teach the monkey to say Ampee instead of Auntie, which comes out as AwwKnee anyways. Ampee is so much cuter. ** End Tangent **.

So for now I will have to watch the grab hands of the monkey while snuggling my very own new brother. Once he learns to say Nephew, I think we'll be okay.

Monday, September 25, 2006


The weekend was rather uneventful. Friday night was spent printing out pictures to be the daughter in law of the year. My father in law was going to a cousins reunion and I wanted him to have new pictures of the babin' cakes. So we printed a bunch for him to take.

Saturday, dropped of the babin' cakes, pick up my cousin and headed to the homestead. We cleaned up the house and installed the hardwood floors. Husband o' mine got a lot done so we went drinkin'. Had too many cocktails while listening to a really bad band. I never seen so much camel toe -- too tight pants, that are too short and too young for that old lady. Probably only in her 30's, but it was REALLY bad. Also was weird to see old grade school/high school librarian. He looked exactly the same has he did 20 years ago when I was in kindergarten.

Sunday was hung over from a handful of drinks. Should not have been hung, but was anyways. Took a nap with babin' cakes and then watched TV for the rest of the night. Todd went and put more floors in. YUCK! Only as much as he had to so the central vac guys could do their job.

Still a little tired today, am too old for such carousing. But it was nice to have quality husband/wife time.

Sometimes being boring is nice. Uneventful is good -- occasionally.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Busy Week

Kermit has had a very busy week.

I'll re-cap the happenings:

  • Took a full can of unopened Coke and threw it at daycare and it EXPLODED everywhere in the living room. Had to bleach the carpet and wash everything.
  • Stuck his head in the toilet because the other kids were doing it, had to have his hair washed. Good thing daycare has a very clean toilet.
  • Spent 3 nights this week awake with a crying baby from ear infection. Very little sleep makes for a very tired momma.
  • Slipped on the bleachers at the volleyball game and got a nice mark on his cheek, then proceeded to fall 4 more times, luckily we were mark free from these. (Dad is like a oowie detective, everytime baby gets near him, he manages to find every single little mark on him and ask "what happened here, weren't you watching him?" Very protective that dad)
  • Was patting one of the other babies on the head repeatedly, because he thought it was funny how the baby made that noise. That noise was crying. (oopps)

Thank goodness for the weekend, Amma will be in charge and I will be off to clean the new house so we can install new floors!

Some things are private

Some things are meant to be private, and while I know eventually someone I know will read this and know it's me, I just want to be an unknown for a little bit. I read other blogs and I do like knowing who they are, their names, where they live, their families. But for me, this is a therapy of sorts. A place to leave my thoughts without the judgments of others. I can talk and type and say what is really on my mind and how I really feel without having to sensor it for the audience, which is usually family.

There is a good feeling knowing I am alone in this journal and that no one clicks on the link and read what I have and sometimes don't have to say. Sometimes it's about nothing and that's okay. It's mine and for me and I don't have to have anything to say. A journal of my life and what I want to talk about.

Just came back from lunch with a friend and she envies my life and I envy hers. She is 30 and wants to be settled down with a family and I want to be in her shoes up til 3am at a bar listening to a band waking up with a hangover. I miss that. I like where my life is, but sometimes, sometimes I want to go to the things I want to go to without having to find a sitter and planning weeks in advance. Without having to schedule, just pick up and go after work.

I love my family and things are great, but sometimes...

It's weird to finally think about how life has changed and how I have changed over the last 3 years. I got married, built a house, quit school, switched jobs, had a baby, had a miscarriage, sold a house, am building a new one, bought a car, bought another car. When I thought about my life 4 years ago and where I thought I would be in 2006, this is not exactly what I had planned. I thought I would be graduated from college, starting a very promising career in the building industry. And while part of that is still true, it's different.

Different can be good, and it is, it's just different.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

And then there was 7...

My Step Mom is due on Monday, going in to be induced. I am nervous about this. Normally, her having more kids does not bother me (I've been through this twice before). But this time, I am torn.

We had a family squabble last week and things have not returned to 'normal' yet. I am a little mad at her for not letting us stay there. It had been fine for 2 months, then all of a sudden, MOVE.

I do understand her wanting us gone, once the baby is born, but we are hardly there anyways. And, AND it would only be a week or so before we'd be moved out anyways.

So now my issue is whether or not to go and see her in the hospital, or go to my brothers birthday party coming up.

It's frustrating. She doesn't want us there, but her mom is more than welcome to come and stay after the baby is born, and their Au Pair is coming to live with them shortly after the baby arrives. Why can't we just stay? Now we have to move all the things we need ( a fair amount of paraphanilia ), to move it again in about 2 weeks.

I don't really want anything to do with them for a while. I am irritated with them. We were getting along so good, and I just want to like her and be friends, but when they pull crap like this, it makes it hard.

"If it were soley up to your father, he would build an addition on to the house so you would never have to leave." Clearly it's not soley up to him, and we are clearly no welcome at this time. I don't like being Not Welcome somewhere. Especially, somewhere I want to go. I like my brothers and want to see them (they are too young to come and see me on their own, 8, 5, 2 and the new one makes 7 kidlets in this clan).

I am lost as to how to handle this, I want to be the pissed off kid, but have a feeling when it really comes down to it, I am going to need to be the bigger person and swallow my pride to keep things happy. I don't want to have to be that person. I shouldn't have to be that person in this situation. I wasn't the one who effed up.

What to do, What to do......

Uh Huh

Kermit has an ear infection and it has not been pleasant sleeping lately. He wakes up just to cry for a few minutes then back to sleep. He has done this several times each night for the past few days.

He is really not feeling well, but did want to play for a few minutes yesterday.

His newest trick -- shake his head like a bobble head doll (in all directions) and say "uh huh" as in yes. When asked if he wanted more milk, "uh huh", should we go ni night, "uh huh".

I am hoping he feels better today, we were going to go and watch Auntie play volleyball.

Todd has only seen him breifly in the past few days, he's wondering if he still has a son. He has been working on the house and had bowling last night. So by the time he gets done each day, Kermit is sleeping.

It will be nice to all live in the same place again. While we have been building, we have not all ended up in the same house everynight.

Sure will be nice when everything is done, "Uh Huh."

Friday, September 15, 2006

Down the Drain

Kermit decided it was good idea yesterday to get into the bathtub with his tape measure (it's a Stanley, just like dad's), my mom's camera (yup ruined) and ALL his clothes on. He was too cute splashing around in the tub with his leather shoes on (I think we saved these).

My mom thought I had a hold of him and I thought she was on duty, but neither caught him before he jumped it. So we took a few pictures and then de-clothed and finished our bathtub (or as he calls it "pashie, pashie")

He is much too cute.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

King Monkey and his Servants

Wanted, but it was taken.

More crazy than precious most days, but he is a beautiful boy. We have our hands full when it comes to him. Who ever said "it takes a village to raise a child" -- they weren't kidding! How can one little boy take up 2 adults full time attention?

I could eat him up. He is the busiest kid at daycare, but also the cutest (maybe I am a little partial...).

Just learned to say 'please' -- still working on 'thank you'.

Was the best day of my life, the day he was born. Turns you completely upside down. But wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even a stack of hundred dollar bills!

My mom goes through withdrawals when she doesn't see him for a few days (yes you read that correctly, I said a few DAYS!)

She needs her "Binkin Pie" time. Loves to give him 4-wheeler rides. He can even ask for them. It's like he is the King and we are his servants.


Drop everything to give him a ride. Or as she tells Aannie (auntie) -- one more ride before bedtime, like he might die without it. But be sure to bring his BeeBee (blankie), it's cold outside. Too cold that any normal person wouldn't need to go for a ride that bad, but King Monkey, he definitely needs one last ride for the day.

Everytime they go around the yard they have to stop and pick an aappu (apple)

{on a side note, and the mothers will agree with me, it's hard to know how to spell things that kids say. They don't say things exactly as they are suppose to be pronounced, but it's close, and it's never spelled the same.}

If it weren't for King Monkey, I don't know what I would talk about any more. Sure I have a life and go to work, and I have friends, but he stuff is so much cuter, and more fun and just plain old more interesting than my stuff.

Money = Boring
Work = Boring
Husband = Not quite as boring, but he's no King Monkey
Paint Colors = very exciting to me, but no one else wants to hear me talk about them for more than 2 seconds.

See how boring it is, that's the only other things in my life besides him. I guess I will have to keep him for fear of becoming the crazy cat lady, who only talks about their cats.

Since no one will probably read this, it's okay that it's mostly jiberish.

Throwing Sand and Shovel Hitting

Yesterday Kermit was in the sand box at daycare and decided it was a good idea to dump a full bucket of sand over the head of a little girl! He's 18 months, what can I say. How do you tell him that's not okay?! If that wasn't bad enough, when she started crying, he belted her with the shovel. What am I going to do with him? He's all boy, that's for sure.

Pure Trouble and I blame his father! :) Boys will be boys. Luckily, the Grandfather of the girl was not mad. I don't think she'll be coming back to play anytime soon.

But even when he's a little s**t, I still think he's TOO CUTE! Funny, how a simple "momma" will turn me into mush.

I guess I'll keep him. He's too cute to send away.

His new favorite word -- Bye.

Tells everyone he sees, Bye, Bye, Bye. And he waves! I just melt.

How can they over take your whole reason for living? Used to be about partying and going out, and seeing friends. Now my favorite thing to do is watch him sleep, and wrap him up like a burrito in the middle of the night to keep him warm.

Mostly a post about nothing more than my love for Kermit, but that's okay. Oh, and it won't be the last one either.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The quality of your life equals the quality of your communication

This saying was ground into my head for years and years by Gupa.

"Write it down" he would say.

So I did, several times, but apparently, he did not follow his own advice. Our family quarral yesterday could have been avoided if he had used quality communication and actually said what he meant to instead of assuming I understood.

He laughed when I told him to write it in HIS planner.

We sort of made up, but I am still crabby.

Still had to move out, but it was alright I guess.

We'll have to wait and so how long it stays "alright".

Monday, September 11, 2006

I'm not a crabby grouch...

Don't get the wrong idea about me, I don't hate life or those in my life. Just a little irritated today.

I love Todd and Kermit! They are the reason I get up in the morning. Kermit is a smiling ray of sunshine. Giggles and says my name -- knows lots of words, including "Ishie", this is my favorite one. Knows how to use a hammer and a baseball bat (both Todd and Kermit), one day you'll catch Kermit as a Baseball Player. Todd is a great provider and wonderful husband, very helpful around the house, if I can pull him away from the Twins' game. Also one heck of a bowler.

Things will iron themselves out... Eventually

Family = Frustrating

Families: Frustrating, helpful, irritating, life saving, un-welcoming, welcoming -- and this is just my parents.

Being homeless (in the sense of no home to call home) was going fairly smoothly until today. Suddenly and out of now where, we were asked to leave. Kermit was just getting settled into the last place of residence and now it's time to pick up and move again. When in less than 5 weeks, it will be time to move into the new place of the Benson's. Shipped around like unwanted merchandise. Oh, and to top it all of Hopper is also un-welcome (has been from the get go).

How can they be so inviting one minute and the next it's time for us to move on?

Todd, wonderful man, has been doing everything to get the house done on time and under budget (including every hassle imanginable) and now this.

I might start looking for a new family, do they sell them at Target??

** Edited to note: This all worked out and it was fine, but the day this happened I started this blog becuase I needed a place to vent with no talking back. I didn't want to hear anyone's opinion on this particular situation, unless your opinion was the same as mine. This was already 3 years ago. Needless to say, we are all over it. (15Aug09)