Funny! Oh So Funny!

Ah, we all need a little more laughter in our lives. Not to say that any of the other peoples' lives that are follow are depressing but you HAVE TO SEE THIS ONE! I laughed, out loud, like Roy. I am not kidding. I read the whole thing, including her old posts and I plan on returning to reread and read the comments because I have not done that yet.

All of you can stop holding your breath,
http:// www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com


You need to click on this one. (Yes I do have permission to link to this. She gives it right on her site).

A short post for right now. Perhaps I will return later.

How did this happen?

Do you ever feel like you are just floating through? Honestly I don't know how I ended up like this. By this I mean, you know, an adult doing adult things. How did this happen? When did laundry become interesting? When did I get to be in charge of little people? When did I have to be mature and responsible and planning things? Here's the thing. I think I am failing at adult. I haven't made any significant things yet. I have to yet achieve goals that I planned on as a child. Honestly I remember being a child. I thought that I was a child, but now I know that I am an adult but what is being an adult? I will be an adult for the rest of my life, a very long time, and it is getting monotonous. I do the same things over and over and they are not what you would call very interesting. Laundry anyone?Stagnation is occurring.

I do all the things that other adults do. I surf the internet, watch tv, read but it seems so . . .stupid, wasted, repeated. Even music is the same thing over and over. Nothing is new under the sun. Laundry anyone? What should I make for supper?Maybe there are too many choices. Maybe I am overwhelmed by all I can do. I think the most terrible thing you can say to a child is "You are smart. You can do anything". Why? This is most often told to teenagers before they finish high school and think about their futures. This is also a time where a teen thinks that picking the wrong belt to wear with an outfit will destroy her life,and where she also thinks that when she walks into a room everybody notices that there is a huge zit on her chin. And we make this person choose what they will be doing for the rest of his life! Wow! I couldn't imagine being 25 when I was 17. How could I decide what I wanted to do? What had I seen to choose from? You know I still do not know what those people do in those tall office buildings, but I want to. Do you think it is interesting?

The time is near

We started our back to school routine today. Got the boys up at 0730. They did alright. Xavier starts school on Weds and Niles starts in Sept. Niles is really ready for school. In-fact he should have gone to school last year except for the part where he was not old enough. He really was ready and now he is over ready and is refusing to do things that he used to do before. This is why I appreciate the public school system. They can get my kids to do things that I would never be able to do. Niles won't even write his name (something he was doing at Christmas last year) for me.I am sure some of the regressing is because of the baby but some of it is because he is really stubborn. Now I have mentioned how stubborn Xavier is but Niles has to be more stubborn because he has to be able to stand up to Xavier's bossing. Oh I am so excited for him to have learning presented to him by another person. I ran into the mother of one of Xavier's classmates and she said the new French Kindergarten teacher is supposed to be the one that replaced the old one on her maternity leave. That is good. She was a good teacher and she met Xavier so Niles will not be too much of a shock. Back when I took Niles to sneak peak I understood the way my children will be remembered by the teachers. Like everyone teachers learn the names of the people they need to speak to. Niles was the first name every teacher learned. The principal stopped to reassure me that he was a normal little boy; I hadn't mentioned that Xavier is his brother or I may have been labeled as "that mother", not really but Xavier is known to the administration and he is only going into grade 2. Now there will be two of them. I pray for no phone calls this year. At least Patience is enough younger that she won't have the same teachers so she can start on a clean slate, and Josiah and Linaya have different last names so maybe the connection won't be made.

Along with the new school year we are starting daycare again. It is with some trepidation that I send them but not because I am worried about the daycare; daycare is a great place and there are many friends; the trepidation is because I will still be home and should/could be continuing to interact with them. This is all preplanning for my return to work. I just can't arrange everyone else's lives to get my children cared for what with everyone having babies or going back to work at the same time. It will be good though. The boys will be happy.

I saw an advertisement for conversational French classes and I remembered that was one of my plans for my break; learn French better. Xavier will quickly pass my expertise and I would like to understand what he is doing and besides continuing learning keeps your mind young. It was a goal of mine to learn three languages so I had better get on that or that will be another goal that I throw by the wayside. This one is achievable. I had better speak to Rob about it.

No pictures this time. Picasa is still missing and I haven't had time to fix/look at/get someone who knows something to look at it yet. I will keep going though.

Good thing of the day; the boys helped me change their sheets without complaining and Rob made coffee, good coffee. Why do I buy the cheap stuff when I don't like it?

I lost Picasa today.

I lost Picasa! For real. I even got a computer message that it is lost. How can it get lost? HELP!
I will use Kodak but I don't like it as much.


Ah Niles. So big,. . .so little. I will try not to yell. I will keep my patience. Boy does he drive me crazy. He will go and play nicely by himself, he can get his own snacks even pour drinks but he cries...all the time...loudly. It hurts. It is annoying and it makes it difficult to want to have him around. Don't get me wrong. I love the monster but honestly, can you live with that? He will be in kindergarten this year so hopefully he will grow out of that annoying habit.

So why do I feel guilty about sending him back to daycare? It must be social mommy guilt. You know, I should raise my children. After all the time I spend talking about Village living and raising your children in a village. Daycare can be my village. I can share my children. This is a good plan.



Xavier...
He has certainly grown this year. He is a good big brother. He is a big brother; for any of you that have older siblings you should know what I mean. He is mean and he thinks he should be the one in charge, his ideas should be the most important and Niles is annoying to him. . . when he won't do what he wants. Summer is getting to be too long but grade two is rapidly approaching. I am excited. Right now I am excited that the kids won't be home all day but I am also excited that they will be learning and meeting new people that I would not have been able to provide them access to without the blessing of school.

Different thought string now.

We played dress-up when Avee came over awhile ago. Check out these cute kids.



Got to love wigs and things.