Thursday, December 28, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Our immediate little family.
Ashley and Brooke wait for dinner to be ready.
Ryan got many more Legos.
We got home around 10:30pm and set cookies and milk out for Santa, carrots for the reindeer and then off to bed the kids went.
Once the kids were in bed I begin to fullfill my promise to Ryan and set out to finish building his legos. (I had already spent an hour and a half building them before we got home.)
Little did I know that it would talk me until THIS TIME IN THE MORNING TO FINISH!
The kids were up early and I had gotten about 3 hours of sleep, but Ryan was thrilled with his Lego Airport. After opening gifts from Santa, we piled into the minivan and headed up to Chicago for "Christmas Afternoon".
We had a nice time up in Chicago at my mom's house and had dinner with my side of the family.
My brother Dave, Ryan and my Grandma.
It is now two days after Christmas and I've almost completed reclaiming my house. Yesterday I put away all of the Chrismtas decorations and today I took the tree down. Tomorrow's agenda includes finding a place for all of our new loot. Wish me sanity and luck, will you?
Sunday, December 24, 2006
The kids were really excited and couldn't wait to get a game in before going to bed.
...and by 9:45pm Ryan had an ice pack on his fingers.
Figures. Maybe once is all it'll take for him to remember not to put his fingers inside the table.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Guess who waited patiently for his turn to sit on Santa's lap? (No, not Bret.) Awestruck, Ryan went right up to him, climbed up and proceeded to tell him the list he had ready in his head. I had to turn around and explain to the people waiting behind us that he has a really LONG list. Luckily they laughed and thought it was funny, too. However, Ryan almost looks too big for Santa's lap. Ashley wasn't having anything to do with it though. I guess ten year olds are too old to get a picture with Santa.
We tried really hard to get a group photo of all five kids, but when you sit them on a pile of fake snow, this is about as good as it's going to get. This was the first picture we took. It goes drastically downhill from there.
We caught the 8pm light/laser show while we were there and I think I now know what it feels like to be on drugs. I had to keep taking the glasses they handed out off becauase my head was spinning out of control. The kids didn't seem to mind too much.
More pictures over on Flickr.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I guess I should go tell him that leaning over watching the cookies isn't going to make them "dry" any faster. Um, dry?
Sunday, December 17, 2006
No one should ever have to bare loosing a child. Never. My undoing today during the 7 hour visitation at my Uncle's wake was seeing my Grandma break down as we were leaving for the night. It broke my heart to see her hurting so much - and we still have the funeral to get through tomorrow. I'm off to bed now - I'm emotionally and physically exhausted.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Some day, if he goes back and reads any of this, he's probably not going to be too happy with me, is he?
Friday, December 15, 2006
...except for his buddy standing next to him being so enthusiastic. He got so into it that he knocked Ryan backwards and right off of his feet. Thankfully they weren't standing on the highest riser or Ryan would have flown off of the back of it straight onto the floor. Poor little guy was so emabarassed but he pulled himself back together and got back into the performance - but not before shooting his friend a look that said, "What the heck did you just do to me!" I didn't get his fall on camera because I was too worried at the time, but did snap the picture just as he was shooting a look that would kill. All is well though and they are still friends at school.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I just received a phone call a little bit ago with the news that my Uncle John passed away this morning. We are all in total shock as none of us saw this coming. I really don't know what more to say at this point because I still feel like it can't possibly be real. He was only in his fifties - and right before Christmas. Wow - I'm just in total shock and obviously the grief hasn't set in yet.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I've been a good mom all year.
I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable?
It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
The snow has finally almost all melted outside and Daisy is more confused than ever. The section of grass that we've trained her to do her business on is still pretty snow covered even though almost everywhere else has melted. When she went out to go tonight, she walked around confused (or very ticked off) and then finally settled on a very tiny section in her "territory" and did her thing. I actually laughed out loud, watching her tip toe through the snow to that very small spot. OCD or just confused?
Monday, December 11, 2006
They've been having a blast "breaking it in" for the babies.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Everytime I get the babies down for a nap today, I've been going outside to dig our mailbox out a little bit at a time. I had made good progress until the darn plow came by and burried the mail box and the already cleared driveway back in!
Monday, December 04, 2006
The kids did get off to school this morning. I was determined to get them there so I drove them myself when it finally looked like the bus wasn't going to make it. Good thing, because it was over an hour late getting into our neighborhood.
Doesn't look like we'll be getting mail anytime soon. The mailman just drove right by all of our burried mailboxes. Ugh!!!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Ashley spent the afternoon running around the neighborhood with some of her friends. She's praying that the Dunlap schools will be closed tomorrow. She must really be wanting to see how thin my patience has really become. (You know I'm kidding, Ash. I would love to spend another day watching you and your brother grow even more tired of each other.)
Is everyone tired of hearing about snow yet?
Pray for school openings!!! Ha!!!
As of midnight last night the city snow plows were suppose to be plowing residential areas curb to curb. They sure haven't made it out here yet. I think Peoria was not ready for this snow storm in a very big way. We heard that Peoria has 28 plows and as of yesterday, 20 of them were in ditches and 2 were broken down. That leaves only 6 plows for a very large city.
Bret did manage to get out this morning and he's now over at his parent's house shoveling them out. Tomorrow morning may be one big headache if they don't get these streets plowed. As of now, there is no way a school bus is going to be able to get through here without getting stuck and the mail man won't be able to find any of our mailboxes.
While I have loved every minute of my family being home since Friday, it is definately time for them to go back to work and school so we can get some normalcy back. The kids are starting to get on each other's nerves and my house really needs to be cleaned, which I will be doing all day today. Sorry kids, you'll have to wait for your dad to get home before you can go out and play today.
Will someone please come and plow us out?!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Ashley's ready to head out again.
But first Ryan tackles her.
A friend who lives at the front of the neighborhood invited a bunch of the neighborhood kids down to her backyard to sled where she has a huge hill that goes down to the creek.
We are now home trying to thaw out our own bottoms with the fireplace.
I'll be putting all of these pictures and more over on Flickr.
We woke up this morning to see that we hadn't been plowed out yet. Someone plowed a narrow strip down our main road (which we live on), but there's still the other half of the road to dig out if we want to attempt to go anywhere. . . which we won't be attempting anytime soon because the guy down the street did just that and he's now stuck in the middle of the plowed part of the street. Will someone PLEASE come dig us out? I'm really starting to feel cooped up in here.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Note the car across the street that didn't make it out of the driveway. They are now on a waiting list for a tow truck.
Not sure how long I can hold the kids off from climbing all over these piles of snow. (Climbing on them would require a bunch of reshoveling.) If you stand next to them, some of them are almost as tall as us. The final count of snowfall, according to the news is 12.5 inches. It looks like even more than that when you're standing out there.