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12.15.2008

SO SORRY!!!

So, I actually started this post three days ago, but I am going to finish it today. Sorry...Read on....

I know I am a bad blogger. And it seems that I say that every time I get on here. My new job has me at the computer every minute of my day, so when I get home, I just do not want to get on the computer upstairs. Plus, my laptop is dead for now until I get another $160 to get a new motherboard, so I can't just get online ANYWHERE I want to nowadays. But, I will get better. Things are quieting down at work now and I should have more desire to get back online. I promise to try. I can't promise an increase in posting, but I will do my best.
So, I guess I will start at today (Monday) and just go backwards...that seems easier than trying to come forwards. Soooooooo.....today we went to her 3 year checkup. My little baby is now 32 lbs and 38 inches tall. She grew 3 incehs and 5 pounds in the last year or so. I am so proud of her. She is still kinda small compared to her little friends, but she is growing at the right rate for her. That's all that matters. And she is healthy, save for the double ear infection and the sinus infection that she has right now.
Yesterday (Sunday), my child almost got beaten. By ME. But I did not think that I had the restraint to just pop her bottom and move on. I was very angry. But, I just put her and Rob's nephew in timeout in separate rooms. After sitting there and looking at the mess for a while I decided that them sitting in the rooms was not good enough. I pulled them both out of their rooms and put them both standing in front of the mess that they had put all over my walls with some wonderful felt tip markers...
After letting them stand there and look at the mess (or art) for about 5 minutes, I gave them both half of a Mr Clean Magic Eraser and told them to get to scrubbing. Now, I was smart enough to stay up there and watch them so as to make sure that they didn't scrub themselves or anything. I have, after all, read all the negative things from using those magic erasers. They scrubbed the doors first. Those were super easy and were clean within minutes. The walls are a different story. They are a very cheap flat paint that did not take too kindly to scrubbing with wet magic eraser. But the children scrubbed. Then they whined. Then they said their arms hurt. Then they scrubbed some more. Then they said they didn't want to scrub. I told them that they should have thought about that before coloring on my walls. Then they scrubbed some more. The two children cried. And they scrubbed some more. Do you see a recurring them here? I let them scrub for about an hour - maybe an hour and a half. They did not get tooooo much of it off the walls. But we let them go and lay down on their beds because they were both tired. Then Rob's sister and I finished scrubbing the walls that they had colored. We did get all the color off, but unfortunately, we also took some of the paint with it. We are definitely going to have to paint. Oh well, I don't like white walls, anyway.

Speaking of painting....and Lorelli....Saturday she was cleaning things up downstairs for me by taking them upstairs and putting them away as best she could. One trip, in particular, took her longer than expected. When I asked her what she was doing her response was, "NOTHING." Finally she came downstairs. I asked her again what she had been doing. She again said nothing. I asked to see nothing and she pulled her hands out from behind her back to reveal that she had painted her fingernails pink. All by herself. And only on her right hand. And had also painted part of her right hand. Rather than punish her in any standard way, I told her she was going to have to sit down on the floor and hold her hand flat on the floor until it dried. And fingernail polish takes a very long time to dry in the winter, I told her. After sitting for 4 or 5 minutes, she didn't want to sit there anymore and she asked me to please take the paint off her fingers. I refused. And she sat there for another 15 minutes while it dried. Even today she still only has one hand painted. I have not finished the job nor have I cleaned up the job. Am I a mean mom?

We decorated our Christmas tree two weeks ago. I have a fake tree. I love my fake tree. I bought it several years ago when I was with A.D. Maybe for Lorelli's first Christmas. I am not sure exactly when. It is a white tree. I always loved the flocked trees when I was younger, so I went ahead and bought a white fake tree. And, did I mention that I love it? My decorations are blue and silver and white. I just love the whole look. Rob helped Lorelli to put the angel on top of the tree. Lorelli helped us decorate the tree. ALL her ornaments were on the lower branches. And most of them were in groups of five or so. It was sooo cute. But, you know me, I went back and spread my ornaments out over the tree to where they were a bit more even. :-) I know this isn't the best picture of my tree, but it IS a picture, and you can get the idea.


Last Saturday (the 6th) we went to the town Christmas parade. It ended up being kinda lame...but still kinda cute. All these little kids were there to watch the parade and they had these little bags with them. Almost like halloween candy bags. I soon found out why...they were throwing candy. Every "float" had candy tossing people. I didn't know Christmas parades were about candy. But oh well. Lorelli had a blast. And she was dressed so cute. It was so very cold outside and we knew we wanted to have her picture taken with Santa. We dressed her in her cute little dress and did her hair. Then we took a blanket along with us so that we could keep her covered until time for the picture. So, she had blanket and coat and hat and her dress. It was a sight to see. Everyone chuckled when they saw her walking around. When we finally got to the park after the parade, she got to slide down on one of those big inflatable slides, which she LOOOOOOVED.


And after sliding, she went and got her picture with Santa. Which, I think, turned out just as good as a professional one. In fact, this is the Santa picture that I will be handing out this year.





The night before the parade we had attempted to go to the town Christmas tree lighting. It was a very cold windy 40 something degrees outside. We got to the park at 5:45 or so and the festivities were slated to start around 6:30. We sat in the car for a while and ate some pizza. I didn't want her to get too cold since I can't find her little gloves. Finally we saw people start showing up and decided to get out of the car and get into the park so we wouldn't miss anything. The city had a nice little set up with some bleachers across from the gazebo. Lorelli and I looked but we didn't see a Christmas tree anywhere. So, we sat on the bleachers. I wrapped her up in my jacket along with her jacket and held her close so she would be warm. We sat and watched as everyone filled in the bleachers. Since we were at the park she couldn't understand why I wouldn't let her go slide and swing. But I just told her it was waaaay too cold to go play. At 6:30 the gazebo lit up and the show started. Unfortunately, the town had decided to try and put on a whole show before the christmas lighting. We watched the game show as the temperatures steadily dropped. Lorelli told me she was cold on her legs so I put her in my lap for a while. And the show drudged on. Finally at 7:15, it seemed as if there was no end in sight, so we had to leave. It was sad because we were really looking forward to it all week. But, one good thing came of it all. Lorelli and I got to examine and look at Santa's float up close and personal before the parade the next day.

I am gonna stop here and I will finish up more of this month's happenings over the next couple days. I am telling you, things have definitely been interesting. Tune in for more. :-)

1 comment:

ConversationsWithACupcake said...

Oygabee. Whoever created markers was no mother. I've cleaned those suckers off of every imaginable surface in my home (including various children's body parts.)

That said, all of a sudden, my kids are too old to pull marker art on the walls, and I so miss having naughty little babies around to keep the day spontaneously hilarious and alltogether maddening!

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