6 inches gone! (if only it were weight!)

I have pondered of all the things I should blog about, seeing as it has been quite a while. My life is currently boring. :) Really not a big complaint. I would take boring to roller coaster any day and not have a blog at all, except for the few recipes I decide to share. So the one exciting thing that happened today is that I got my hair chopped off. When I say chopped I am referring to some one cutting 6 inches at least off of my head. I need to be more specific! Let me explain. The last time I got my hair cut it was about 1 and a half years ago and I donated about 8 inches to locks of love. (couldn't do that this time, I have wash out dye that didn't wash out!) I got a really cute cut that was shorter, just below my shoulders and learned how to style it so that it had body and looked really really cute. So I tried describing to the stylist how I wanted it cut. I said I wanted layers, cut a lot shorter, but still be able to pull it back in pony tail. So I got what I described. Just a little bit shorter than what I had originally intended. So when I pull my hair back there is a very tiny little pony tail. It is cute, but I have to curl my hair now. My kind husband in the middle of getting it cut sent our three year old over to tell me "That's too short Mommy!" Owell, hair grows and it's not an awful cut, just something to get used to.

p.s. One little brag moment, my oldest child got her testing back from school and she is the highest in her class, and she is actually 2 sections ahead of the rest of her class in reading. Oh crap, just dawned on me that someday my kids may actually be smarter than me... I guess I have at least 20 years right?!? That I will always have the line "because I'm the Mom and I know better."

"Its poisonous to me!"

Ok, so from my last post you know that my youngest has an ear infection. When I took her into the doctor, I was instructed to give her mucinex (guaifenesin is the generic name and cheaper....) for a couple of days. The antibiotic she loves that taste of, pink bubblegum you can't seem to go wrong! She has actually asked for it during the middle of the day when she doesn't need to take it. The guaifenesin on the other hand...well, we have a drink of water ready on hand after. If I had been smart I would have gotten the little melt away packets, instead of the generic awful tasting liquid. But no....I'm a little cheap and figured that the taste couldn't be that different. The other night as I told her shouldn't couldn't have the bubble gum flavored stuff until she took the "other" one. She tried negotiating, with no avail. I firmly let her know I was standing my ground when I told her I would get her Dad to hold her down while I put the medicine down her throat if I had to. So after much talking, threatening and advancing she took it all by herself, with a quick glass of water after. She then told me "Mom I think that medicine is poisonous to me!"
That alone would be funny in and of it by itself. Well tonight as her Dad got her medicine together before she went for bed, she told him "No poison tonight!" So because she is doing better, and it's not the antibiotic, she did not have "poison" tonight. Tomorrow morning on the other hand will be a different battle depending on tonight. :)

I'm out of style!

I am not the typical female. I HATE shopping. Well....maybe not hate exactly, I just don't like doing it because I am once again reminded that clothes on my body do not look good on me like it does on the mannequin or even the hanger for that fact. I've had 3 kids! I have major stress! I have limited time and what time I do have I have a hard time giving up to managing what I eat and exercising like I should. The error alone remains with me. It is my lone responsibility for what I look like is left up to me, and no one else. Having said that... I still remain out of style. :) My friend Stephanie took me out shopping, and she is an absolute sweet heart to deal with a difficult non shopper! She really didn't get anything for herself, but gave me feed back. She is pregnant so I don't blame her for not wanting to shop for clothes. As we were looking at shoes I mentioned that I thought that some of the shoes looked more like an art project than something I would wear. Not that they weren't cute shoes....just not me. She had to drag me to two shoe stores before I agreed on a pair. (This is the reason why I think guys don't like shopping with women.) I also have an argument with style makers who think that just because I'm short that everything else on me is small too. The pants don't fit in one way or another or just don't look right. The shirts may fit but there is one section that is a little over stretched and doesn't look right either. So I happily remain out of style because I hate trying on clothes and realizing that once again that cute shirt looks hideous on me. I will wear my out of date clothes and shoes, and be happy because they fit me. So as much as I like watching fashion and seeing it, it is not for me. I am not fashionable, but I appreciate those that are, and give kudos to them! They look great, and that is wonderful!

Ok...now back to my real life. I didn't sleep a whole lot last night. Brie kept waking up screaming, crying, or just plain shouting "MOM!" most of the night. Yes, she has an ear infection. I took this moment to reflect back on the fact that last night was reminiscent of having a newborn in my house. I instantly became grateful that I have a 3 year old with an ear infection and not a newborn. Also I got to take a nap this morning and switched shifts with my husband so we could recuperate on loss of sleep. So I am so grateful that I have 3 kids, the youngest being 3, who is Poop Trained...just not potty trained! the oldest who is a good reader and has better fashion sense than her mom! The middle child who cracks me up daily, and is perfecting the art of smooth talking early on! So here are my thanks sent out to the world for my life as it is. Some things may suck in my life, but overall there are things I just wouldn't give up or change.

B's recipes

So my youngest child thinks she is going to be a gourmet chef. Three times now I walk into the kitchen after running down to do wash, going to bathroom, or anything and come back to find her making her own recipe. Given her age these concoctions she has come up with are less than appetizing. She has mixed things from cold cereal, water, jello, crackers, cookie dough from the fridge, popcorn kernels, muffin mix and milk. Not in any particular combination. Maybe I shouldn't let her mix cookie dough with me anymore. Do any of you have suggestions on how to guide my budding personal chef?

I think I created a monster

Obviously my blog is public. So the few people who know about my blog can read and respond. This is a good thing don't get me wrong. I'm glad. I sometimes need to be put in my place in one form or another. What I really shouldn't have done was show other peoples blogs to my husband... So be aware there will be another blogger starting in the family. After I sign off in a few minutes I'll relinquish the computer for who knows how long for the comradery to begin. The peanut gallery in the back saying I'm adding fuel to the fire by that comment. To be honest it would nice to see. I want to encourage this because maybe I'll understand more of what he's been trying to tell me for the last 8 and a half years, because to be truthful I am stubborn and hard headed at times. Not to mention oblivious to efforts he does take at times. (I do look back and see some of the things he tried to do to make me happy that I went on unaware to.) So I hope you are all having a good new year with good intentions for it. :)