Monday, November 9, 2015

Housewives of the Country

I've said it before and I'll say it again, there needs to be a Housewives of... Real People episode. I'd like to propose a Housewives of the Country for consideration. I mean, really? We have so much (mouse) drama and craziness going on, I can't imagine how it wouldn't be totally compelling. Here are some possible episode ideas:
  • How to move around an outdoor fire to avoid smelling like smoke.
  • Getting lizards and snakes off glue traps in a humane manner (vegetable oil and a Q-tip for all you who want to know).
  • Quietly killing giant spiders without letting your kids know there was even a spider in the room.
  • Finding the best mousetrap.
  • Chicken drama: chickens with bum legs, chickens eaten by foxes, chickens who escape enclosures, chicken feed, chicken water, chicken eggs, chicken drama.
  • Figuring out what to do with a bad batch of pickles after canning. 
  • Getting a fire started with wet, unseasoned wood, and working the woodstove effectively to get it to burn.
  • Picking enough berries to make jelly without them going bad before you cook your batch. 
There we have it. Real Housewives ready. 

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Remembering Oreo

When Oreo went missing last month I suggested we do something to say good-bye to him since we didn't get to do it properly. We threw around a few ideas and the idea to send a balloon to heaven with messages for Oreo was thrown out. (Yes, my earth friendly, nature conscious friends, I know this is terrible, but...).

A week, then two, three, passed and I didn't push it because I thought that if the kids were over it, we would just move on. Bean was definitely not over it. After asking again to say good-bye, we did so today. We bought a balloon and wrote our messages to Oreo. Some of the messages on the balloon included: 
"I miss you Oreo"
"Tell Moe we said hello"
"Martin misses you too."
"You were the best cat (dog) ever."
"Oreo, you were a wonderful, sweet cat. I miss you."
"I miss you Oreo"

We all went outside, held on to the balloon string and after saying one last good-bye, we released the balloon to God and Oreo. Bean, being the very sensitive kid she is, had the hardest time and we spent quite a while crying together and cuddling on the couch. I should also mention that Blue cried as well, but that's because he wanted the balloon back and couldn't understand why we would release a perfectly good balloon into the sky.

I know Oreo will always be in our hearts and Bee and I will always remember him as the coolest dog-cat we've ever known. Ever.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

How I Came To Love Soccer

If you asked me a year ago if I wanted to watch a soccer game I would have told you no. Actually, I'll still tell you no, unless it's my kid on that field.
I never knew how much I would love watching Tot play soccer. She's come a really long way since starting a year and a half ago and it's so much fun to watch her grow and learn the game.
Seriously, I love cheering her on. 
She's gone from a kid who was just hanging out on the field to a kid who goes after the ball and semi-attempts goals. This is a big deal and her growth has been impressive. Her teammates support and encourage her and want her to score a goal as much as she wants to.
I don't know if she'll want to play again in the spring but honestly, I hope she does. I love watching her play and I hope that she finally gets that ball in the net!

Friday, November 6, 2015


In July of this past year we learned that the preschool/ childcare program we were using for the past five years (both Bean and Blue) was going to make some changes. The changes were a result of a new pastor at the church where the school was held. Hours and days were going to be cut, leaving us without sufficient care for Blue.

With tears in my eyes, I made several calls last July looking for a place for Blue to go to preschool. I was told there was one spot left at the preferred preschool and the person who had been offered the spot originally had not confirmed. If we wanted it, the spot was ours. Unheard of in this program!

Despite the fact that I absolutely ADORE the women who were caring for Blue (his whole life!), I knew the logical decision was to move Blue to the new school.

I cried, they cried, and boy did Blue cry. It was a very, very hard transition for all of us.

Now, I understand why it all happened.

A few weeks ago an event occurred at the former school and the women who we love and adore had to make the very tough decision to leave the program based on some circumstances and changes in the program. The same changes we knew were coming. I can't imagine where Blue would be right now if he were still there and his ladies weren't. He would be lost and we would be lost.

Instead of them leaving him, we were able to make the move before all this happened. As hard as it was for him to acclimate to his new placement, we were able to make the choice rather than having the choice made for us. For that, I am eternally grateful.

We love his ladies and hope they find the perfect next step in their lives. I plan to keep them in our lives for as long as they'll have us.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Happy Birthday Bean

Seven years ago we welcomed our sweet Sassafras (Sally, Chicken Little) into this world. She's smart, empathetic, and quite full of herself. She's an old soul who never ceases to amaze me with her insight. What a fun seven years with this girl.
Happy Birthday Bean!

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Great Wolf Lodge!

This year we convinced Bean to opt for a birthday trip versus a birthday party. She selected (with encouragement) Great Wolf Lodge. To sweeten the deal, we told her she was able to take a friend. We also met other friends there which made the trip extra fun.
Since last Monday was a half day, we left on Sunday morning and decided to "skip" school on Monday. All was well on Sunday and the kids had a great pool day. We went out to dinner and celebrated with a few cupcakes.

Shortly after the Great Wolf show that night, Bean's friend asked to go to bed. We went back to the room, the girls climbed into their bunk and eventually drifted off to sleep. About twenty minutes later, I heard Bean's friend crying. I went in to check on her and the moment I arrived, she started vomiting. Everywhere.
It was a giant mess. Nothing like a puking kid who isn't yours three hours away from home.
I called her parents who wanted to come and pick her up and I decided to get in the car and drive her halfway to meet her dad.
I drove an hour and a half in the middle of the night to deliver the poor girl to her parents.
I was within eye shot of her dad's car when she began puking in the back of my car. Luckily, I had covered her in a blanket and brought a trashcan.
I made it back to the hotel after another hour and a half and crawled into bed.
Bean was sad and disappointed but we continued on with the fun on Monday, enjoying the waterpark. Despite the sick friend, it was a really fun trip for all of us.
Puke and all.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Confessions From An Honest Mom

Sometimes I go into the bathroom and tell the kids I'm pooping so I can have a few minutes of peace and quiet.

I hate that processed food (nuggets, fish sticks, tater tots) are so bad for us. They're so easy! Open box, throw in oven. Viola! Dinner!

I don't like some of my kids' friends. They're annoying, they have no manners, or they just aren't particularly kind.

I really, really don't like playing board games.

I throw toys away. And crafts. And all sorts of things the kid "must" keep.