Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Raining Cats and Dogs

Yesterday the high was 97, with the heat index way over 100. Today's high is only supposed to be 78 (and right now, noon, its only 65). Would someone explain to me how this works? And if it can be 78 on July 27th, why can't it be 78 all year long? (I'll start working on my complaint letter to Mother Nature later after this entry.)

The animals are stir crazy. I didn't even have to watch the weather to know the barometric pressure was moving up. Thing1 & Thing2 started going wild right after naps yesterday. I swear they're like horses, running back and forth across the house because they knew the rain was coming. The rain actually started about bedtime, so guess what!!!! Nobody wanted to go to bed! Thing2 ate dinner, then realized I was eating with Thing1 (we were not home at dinnertime) so she demanded another feeding, and scarfed a half a can of sliced carrots. I mean, if you're going to stay up late, you might as well go whole hog and ask for ice cream or something. But carrots? What kind of kid am I raising?

Thing1 had horse camp today. I was feeling like shopping, so I took Thing2 to an 80% off sale. I bought the animals some Christmas presents. Nothing like Christmas preparations on a typical Texas winter day...in July. Raise your hand if you love Texas weather! The store we decided to hit has little strollers with baskets attached for all of the goodies the animals sneak in when you least expect it. I strapped Thing2 into the stroller and we were off. Unfortunately, this particular store also forgets that people have to push these strollers through the walkways, so they put the racks of clothes and BREAKABLES really close together. We stayed out of the breakables today, but I did have to place many garments back on the clothing racks that someone else pulled down. Wonder who... She would pull something down and talk about how pretty it was. Her favorite purchase was an Elmo shirt, that she proudly wore as we strolled through the rest of the store. We even paid for it early, because we didn't want any suspicions of the 5-finger discount.

Thing1 is still having a great time at horse camp. She came home with mud up to her knees but it didn't phase her. Her enthusiasm for horses is spilling over into Thing2. However, Thing2's enthusiasm is for cows. We were driving today and she said, "See a moo, Moma?" We usually pull over anytime we spot a pasture full of cattle. She stares at them, and then spends the next 45 minutes trying to sound just like one. She gets pretty excited about most other animals, also. Today we were driving on a slushy caliche road when the announcement was made. I slowed to a crawl, but since I had already fish-tailed into horse camp, I elected not to stop completely. I received a lot of criticism for this decision.

Yesterday the critter loving family took a monthly field trip to the pet store. We love to walk through and visit all of the potential friends. The fish are pretty fun, but yesterday we spent most of our time with the fire-belly toads and the snails. Thing1 has a fascination with snails. She even has a pet snail, Tickly (who happens to have hundreds of clones living all over our yard). We decided to pick up a new fish friend, who is appropriately named Bubbles III (don't ask about I & II, the day is already rainy). We are calling him BIII, and Daddy is handing full fish responsibilities to Mommy. I think BIII is the easiest creature I care for, to be honest. We also fell into like with a feline friend, Haley, but she makes me sneeze and I don't want to scoop poop inside and outside the house. The beagle is relieved, I am sure. She doesn't care about the fish because he can't (technically) sit in anyone's lap. She's still not sure why Thing2 has to sit in Daddy's lap sometimes.

**Disclaimer: Animals were making a huge mess while eating spaghetti-o's during the production of this entry. But alas, after clean-up it is naptime. :wink:

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Dog Days of Summer

These hot, lazy days are wearing me down. I'm too tired to post tonight, so I'll just put some little tidbits of humor that I received in an email today. Enjoy!

PS...I'm not at all angry at the beagle for digging today. I've actually convinced her to dig a hole for me too. Its just soooooo hot!

1.People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where is yours? Do I point at my butt when I ask where the toilet is?

2.People who are willing to get up to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.

3.When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4.When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5.When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the floor.

6.People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7.When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.

8.When people say "life is short". Life is the longest thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?

9.When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here?

Monday, July 25, 2005

Calling Animal Control

I think I just made a fatal parenting error. Let me back track. I am willing to bet that I could tell you a story and you could figure it out all on your own. It was that bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today was the first day of horse camp. We had a great morning. Everybody woke up in a super mood. I even wrote a big smiley face on the calendar. I knew I was tempting fate. After all, its Monday. The animals ate breakfast and we headed off to the stables. Thing1 had her bright red boots and new sparkly horse shirt on. She was stylish. Still arguing about whether she's a horsegirl or a cowgirl. I think this is one of those lesser battles that she will just figure out over time. I officially gave up. She's now a "horsegirl princess".

Camp was great. She was much younger than the other horsegirls and horseboys. She still had fun. When she got home we talked about how well she did, even though the other kids are older and more experienced. Then I told her, "You know what? You can do anything you want to at all, because you're Thing1! (insert real name here)" Her response: "Really? Wow! Thanks, Moma!" That is when she turned to walk away.

The response I received was not a heartfelt, "Gee, Mom, it means so much that you think I could be anything in the world." Honestly, I wouldn't expect that. I mean, hey, she's five years old. But her response was definitely an in-the-moment response. She came back in the room clad in a sequin dress and announced, "This is what I'm wearing for my nap today!" My mouth started to open in objection, and she simply stated, "I can do anything I want, Moma!"

**Disclaimer: No animals were injured during the events of this entry. However, the jury is still out on whether animal control has this situation contained.

PS...Can you guess what time it is? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....................

A Day Full of Howling

It is naptime at our zoo, my favorite time of the day. My favorite time of the night happens to be bedtime...coincidence? I am really enjoying naptime today. Last night we were up late, and everyone has been a little out of sorts this morning. We even had strawberry empanadas (from the bakery, of course) for breakfast. I thought those would certainly perk everyone up.

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I'm now adding to this post since the entire day has now gone by and I actually have something to write about:

DH is working the day shift this week. Today is the fourth of a seven day stretch. I think the animals are missing their master. Tomorrow Thing1 has horse camp. She is very excited. We went to Wal-Mart for new kicks. She found some snazzy red cowgirl boots, which she proudly wore out of the store. I had a difficult time explaining to her why I would call her a cowgirl when she only rides horses. The idea that the beef on the table comes from a cow is lost on my five year old. In fact, just last week she said, "Isn't it funny, Moma, that chicken that we eat and chicken the animal is the same word?" Completely innocent. (side note: God, I love that! Please don't let that change as she grows. Pretty please with sugar on top!)

Can anybody please tell me what it is about Wal-Mart that makes my kids go crazy? Thing2 was kicking me in the stomach the entire trip (she was sitting in the cart). I kept telling her no, and she would just grin. She even kicked Thing1 about 4 times, and that was not a pretty situation. After the chaos of our shopping adventure, we decided to visit DH at work. Thing2 was crying the entire way because the french fries (or free fry as she calls them) were too hot to eat right away. Darn that Wendy's for actually giving us fresh food! When we pulled up and Daddy let us in the gate, she just started laughing like a goon. At least she stopped crying, finally, for the first time since she got up from her nap. Bliss!

Oh, and by the way, now the kids are in bed. My favorite time of the night...

**Disclaimer: Animals were sleeping during the production of this entry.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

My Animals Need Obedience Training

Today we got to "sleep in" because DH was on a late flight. That meant I got up before anyone to be at HEB since I didn't go last night. As a reward for myself (and because I NEEDED it), I stopped at Starbucks for a grande cafe mocha on the way home. I got here and my children and 2 other charges were high on sugar. Ahhhh...donuts for breakfast. Don't get me wrong, I love donuts. But donuts with pink icing and sugar sprinkles in 4 kids who I am responsible for...WOW! My house was perfect pandemonium.

Now as I sit here I can hear some arguing. I'm trying to allow the kids to learn the fine art of diplomacy all on their own. This was always a hard task for me as a teacher, and as a mother it is also proving difficult. I just want to step in and make it all better. In my mind I rationalize that my children will learn from my example. In my heart I know I'm doing them a disservice. So I sit here trying to hear what is going on without making my presence known. My five year old (female) and my three year old charge (male) are "discussing" who should fly the airplane...Barbie or Ken. I believe my 5 year old has won, because I (the newly proclaimed mediator) have verified that girls can be pilots, too. My chest is swelling with pride as I realize my child might single-handedly eliminate gender discrimination within the airline industry. That is, if she can also be a doctor, dentist and princess at the same time. She has lofty goals...as it should be.

My drink is emptying more rapidly than I would like. Suddenly I'm wishing I had super-sized to the "venti", and now I've changed my mind again as I realize how rapidly my thoughts are moving through my brain. Do you ever think faster than you type and you notice you've skipped words? Or even sentences? This post will definitely have to be edited.

I'll close by saying that the reason for this exciting blog is to allow me an opportunity to express myself. Generally I don't have anything to say that would interest most people, except that the animals living in my house do draw some attention from time to time. I will try not to offend anyone, but I'm not making any promises either! Please feel free to leave comments, if my random musings inspire you to do so.

**Disclaimer: There were no animals injured during the production of this entry.