Weekends Like These. . .

Weekends like these tend to suck balls. It wasn't completely horrible. I'm sure there were some good points; like kicking Scott's ass at Scrabble. Honestly, I don't know why he even bothers! Of course, we were home on a Saturday night (for the second week in a row) playing Scrabble. We're pretty happenin' people.

Anyway, one of the things in my top 2 things I think sucks most about being a mom (besides the stretch marks) is having sick kids. The number 1 thing is seeing your kids get hurt; physically, (requiring stitches or a cast, or surgery) and emotionally. It's horrible. This is why I always say, the first little bitch to break my boy's heart is gonna go down!

Woops! That was a tangent!

So, sick kids. . .The older they get, the worse the messes tend to get. Not cool. And why does it always happen in the middle of the night? Why can't it happen at 3 in the afternoon when no one is sleeping and I'm not making lunch or dinner? I mean, come on! Poor little Jebbie. Woke me up a 4:30 am to tell me he puked on his bed. As I went to clean that up, he didn't' make it to the toilet in time and got to clean up THAT mess. GROSS! I was up with him until 5:30 cleaning up stuff and getting him showered. Poor kid. I don't deal with puke and poop very well. He was pretty miserable all day Saturday. Right before bed on Saturday he spiked a fever. Thankfully he woke up today feeling better. No one else seems to have caught it, which is even better! Woot woot!

So another thing that sucks is being a dumbass. Let me preface this by saying my mom told me I was born with weak ankles. Saturday was so nice, I decided to clean out the garage. It looked like shit and was driving me crazy. I got it all cleaned. All the garbage was out, everything was put away and I even cleaned the floor. It was awesome. I was all done. I decided to take all of the summer stuff down to the basement. On my way down the steps, I missed the last one, landed on my ankle and thought for sure I had broken it. I didn't. Just sprained it. It seriously looks like I have a golf ball hanging out of my ankle. BUT I HAVE WEAK ANKLES! I think that's the third time in about 7 years that I've done that. I'm going to start telling people that Scott is pushing me down the stairs. At least that won't make me look like a dumbass who can't walk.

At 5:00 this morning, I woke up because my foot hurt so bad. I couldn't put any pressure on it. I turned on the light and my entire foot (including toes) were freakin' HUGE!!! Scottie got me some Motrin and rubbed some thera-gesic (sp) on my foot. What a guy! So basically, I'm just hobbling around like what? . . . a DUMBASS!

Possible the worst part of the weekend is as follows: My parents cleaned out the storage unit. I had to go over today and get my stuff. There were some books that I'd written in 1st grade. Pretty funny. But the pictures. Oh the pictures that were there. Well, perhaps there is nothing more to say. I'll just show you. . . . . .
What's up 1993!!!!!

Cedar Point

So, last weekend was the big camping trip. This weekend it was Cedar Point. Much more my style. I had been watching the weather all week long. The chances for rain just kept getting worse and worse. We left about 7 am. It rained the entire way there. Ron and Julie got a room at the Breakers so we could get in an hour early. We were there with plenty of time to spare. . . but that damn rain!!!!
It was pouring so hard, there was no point to go over to the park. We decided to go have lunch and see if it would let up. Nope. So we went back to the hotel to take the boys swimming. It's important to note this was all they cared about.

Cedar Point = Whatever

Hotel Pool = AWESOME!!!

We were at the pool for about 20 min. Thank God it was only 3 feet deep the entire length. Scott and I didn't have to get in! Of course as soon as we got to the pool, the rain came to an almost end. We let the boys swim a couple more minutes and headed over (about 2 pm)

Some of you may know that we scarred Evan for life by taking him on the Millennium Force 2 years ago. This may not sound like a big deal, but it was his first real roller coaster. Scott and I will never forgive ourselves for this! Evan is completely terrified and will not go near a roller coaster. He's totally down with the bumper cars.

Jeb on the other hand is a little dare devil. He LOVED the roller coasters. He'd only go on them once and he was done. He's goofy.

They had had enough of the park by 5 pm so Ron and Julie took them back to swim some more. Scott and I stayed to ride more rides. My legs still hurt from walking all day. And I walk fast. Abnormally fast I've been told. So I pretty much "power walked" for 8 hours. Now my hips are making me feel like I'm 86 years old!

Overall, it was a good day. We rode everything at least 3 times. We sat in the front of Top Thrill Dragster and got COVERED in bug guts. It was really pretty funny. Lord knows that is my ideal vacation. I'm way too type A. It's a great release for me. I feel refreshed after a day at Cedar Point. Scott likes it because I make him like it! Okay, that's not true. He has a good time too.

We've decide next year no kids. They can only last 3 hours and they don't really care about the rides. Therefore, they need to stay home so Mom can enjoy her day. Because in the end, they want me to go, they need me to go. Otherwise, I'm likely to smack them around more than is necessary. . .and that's really not good for any of us!

Camping is for Boys.

So, Saturday I experienced my first camping trip. Let me start by saying, I woke up at 5:45 am with a horrible sore throat. Jeb sounded as bad as I did. I didn't think he and I should go. Jeb started crying. Needless to say, we went. Four hours of fun in the car. Need I say more? My head was throbbing (that's what he said) and I couldn't get enough to drink. That meant stopping to pee every couple of minutes.

We got to the campsite and set up the tent. Guess what. It started RAINING!! Hilarious! After the tent was set up, we went to the canoe rental place. From there we had to follow the canoe guy to go drop off our cars where we would end the trip. Then the canoe guy took us on to the starting point of the trip. About half way there we realized we had left the boys' life jackets in the car. A $75 dollar fine for each! Back we went to get the life jackets! We FINALLY got on the river. Scott and I could not figure out how to steer the raft (not a canoe). We kept doing 360s. There was nothing to do but laugh our asses off. We did eventually get our act together and got it going straight. Jeb was in the raft with us and Evan was with Ron and Julie. At one point, we caught up to them. Jeb decided to JUMP from our raft to theirs. Very scary. I'm telling you, that kid has NO fear! We finished the trip, headed back to the campsite.

Scott and Ron got the fire going. Jeb finished off a bag of marshmallows for dinner. Chocolate was dessert! Poor Evan. Scott showed him how to crack a rock by heating it up and then pouring water over it. Evan assumed the rock would be cool and picked it up. He now has huge blisters on his thumb and index finger. Poor kid. Ron and Julie tried to get the boys to go to sleep. They failed. Finally, Scott and I went in the tent. I usually don't go to bed until 11 or 12. 9:00 was way too early for me. I laid there most of the night. BTW- not a big fan of air matresses. No one farted that much. That was good. Didn't hear any animals close by. Even better. My throat still was a mess and I didn't sleep well.

Probably the best part of the night came somewhere around 1:00 am. Scott and I both had to pee, so we went outside. I didn't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom, so I grabbed some paper towel and a near by tree. I tried to get my feet far enough away from any splatter. I neglected to realize the pee was running down hill. My freakin' pants got soaked by my ankles. It was disgusting. I was so pissed. Pun intended. Of course I wasn't going to sleep with pee soaked pants. So I roughed it out in my undies the rest of the freezing cold night!

We got up, packed up. I didn't brush my teeth or shower! Very hard for me to do! We got home about 1:00 today. At 2 I spiked a fever. I told Scott that I had a good time, but wouldn't be sad if he went with "just boys" next year. I'm pretty sure if I wouldn't have been sick I would have had a better time. Also if there was beer. Beer would have made it alot more fun.

Anyway, we all survived. Next weekend we're doing Cedar Point. That should be a lot better. I can deal with hotel rooms and heated pools!

Room mothers unite!

I don't really have anything worth while to say. . . do I ever? Anywho, I just felt like writing -er- typing a bit. So my excitement of the day was the big PTO meeting this morning. I volunteered to take care of the room mother assignments ; mainly because I have a small problem with holding grudges. I'm sure you didn't know that about me (all 2 people that read this). Anyway, the old b**** that used to do it, snubbed me when Evan was in kindergarten and it pissed me off to no end. Then she tried to snub me again in first grade. I wasn't having it! I totally got in and did a good job mind you! Unfortunately for me Evan had been in her daughter's class since preschool through second grade. Good news for me, they moved this year!!! So my ultimate revenge was to take over the organizing. I'm really excited to put my OCD to good use. Unlike that stupid lady, I'm going to be fair in my choices. Except for Evan's class. I'm putting myself as room mother for his class and everyone else can suck it! Evan is so lucky to have me as his mom. Poor kid. Oh well, next year Jeb will be in school there, and I'll start smothering him as well!

Back To School.

I am so miserably full right now, that the thought of going to bed is not even a possibility. That's what happens when you eat at the Mexican place in Webster I guess. I didn't even eat all of my dinner. . .but I did have a couple bites of Evan and Jeb's. Is that bad? So much for trying to lose 10 lbs. before Jason's concert. Oh well, I'll get back on track tomorrow. Besides, I cleaned all day, so I didn't take time to eat breakfast or lunch; and then rode bikes in the scorching heat today. That has to be worth some burnt calories. RANDOM!!

Anyway, Evan is officially a 3rd grader. I remember that year so well. Good ol' Mrs. Kroh. That happened to be the first year I got my name written on the board. I don't think they do that anymore. He had a really good week. I'm worried about some of the kids in his class, but Evan is such a good kid that I hope he will be okay.

He had to change into gym clothes for the first time on Thursday. He was so nervous. I don't really get it. The kid lives in his undies. Anyway, he said there was one little place where you could change and no one could see you. He said everyone was lined up! Too cute. He was super pissed when he found out he would have to learn cursive this year. I think he is secretly excited but doesn't want anyone to know. cursive = grown up.

He likes his teacher alot. That's good. She reads to them after lunch. I asked if she turned the lights out. He was so shocked that I knew that. Seriously. I remember 3rd grade really well!

Jeb is missing Evan while at school. We went to the grocery store on Friday right after dropping Evan off. We were home by 10:00. Jeb asked if it was time to go get Evan yet. He asked me 3 more times before we actually went to get him. He is counting down the days until he is back in preschool. I honestly don't know what I will do with myself. 3 days of 2 1/2 hours to myself is more than I can handle! I'd like to think I'll exercise or something, but most likely I will sit and eat. Then when November rolls around I'm gonna hate myself! Oh well.

Birthdays are OVER!!!

So all of the birthdays are FINALLY over. I know it's an exciting time but, 5 birthdays in 3 weeks is a lot! I always get so excited for cake towards the end of July and by the time Evan's bday is here, I don't want to see cake for long time.
So Evan had a bon fire for his party. He is such a funny (sometimes frustrating) kid. He had to invite friends and then spent the whole time off by himself. It brought back memories of his party last year when I swore I would not have another "friends" party for him. So seriously, next year it will be just family. He just likes to do his own thing. That's absolutely fine, but when you've got other kids there who want to be entertained it kind of sucks!
He got a Star Wars lego set that he needed desperately. He has done nothing but hang out in his undies and build lego ships. It's really sweet and I know soon enough I'm going to miss these days. He's 9, but he still gives me kissed and hugs. He does have to remind me not to embarrass him from time to time. I have a feeling those reminders are going to be coming more frequently soon.
So we're off on a bike ride right now. Both boys got bikes for their birthdays, an I intend to put them to good use. Not to mention mom need to work some of that cake off of her ass!

It Goes So Fast.

So today my little bitty baby boy turned 5 years old. This little boy born 6 weeks early has become one of the funniest human beings I have ever met in my entire life. I know in my heart he is destined for great things. He is a natural born leader. . .hopefully he will use it for good! It's hard to believe my "Little Pic" has grown so fast. He's pretty sure he found hair on his chest and that his feet have grown now that he's 5. Evan even said Jeb felt heavier than he did yesterday when he tried to pick him up. It's amazing how much you can grow overnight. Although he told me last night he was going to miss being four, he found comfort in the fact that 5 year olds get to learn how to read and get visits from the Tooth Fairy. AWESOME!

On another note, yesterday was the 12th anniversary of Laura's death. It's always hard to deal with the 26th of July and her death; and know that the next day I have to get excited for a celebration of life. I miss her still. It sucks not to have a best friend to share life's moments. I have friends, but I know I will never find that bond again. I lost it too young. I will always be thankful for the time we did have together and for the gifts she gave me (including Scott). I miss her. 12 years is a long time not to talk to your best friend. Wedding, 2 kids, life and she's not here. I know there is a reason for everything. I know that. 12 years. It sucks. (deep breath and. . .) HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEBBIE!!