USB cord is still at mom's(she never came to visit)but rest assured I am heading that way this weekend so new pictures soon, I promise! Here is a blast from the past, one year to be exact. It is my brother's three kids and my two while I was babysitting with the newest addition to the clan, Joel. We will be celebrating his 1st birthday this weekend so I will get a new shot of the five of them at the festivities. You should see them all now . . . big, big, big!My cousin Shelly is also being induced tomorrow with their first child, Wilder. ALSO she started a blog that I am over joyed about. Check it out over in my links. I have been harassing her to do this since they moved back home. My overbearing tendencies paid off. Little side note: her induction date is the SAME day as Joel's birthday, exactly one year later. How cool is that?
I am now in my fifth day of being a single parent. It sucks. I've always known I have been a creature of habit, but for some reason the light is shining on me since Brian left. I must have my schedule and if anything changes it really throws me off for about a week. I feel like a rolly polly happily walking along and then someone touches me and I roll into a ball, unable to control where I am going until that balance comes back and then darn it, someone touches me again! The poor boys get to see me in my moments of spinning and it is not a pretty picture. They seem to feed off of it and they haven't been their normal selves, which really sends me rolling. I have some gracious friends who try to get me out and about and I really appreciate all they do and I assure them I am trying to break the mold, but it is hard.
I told my church group that I would babysat, for free, if I could just come to their house with my boys and hang out. The parents could leave and have a nice quiet dinner and I would chill while the boys enjoyed new toys and friends. Someone suggested I could still come over and have dinner with them, but I refused saying that I didn't want company, I just wanted to get out of my becoming smaller everyday house. I really didn't want to talk to anyone too. Do you think that was rude? I didn't intend for it to be taken as though I didn't like them. I just wanted a free place to go. You know?
We have eaten out several meals this week because the thought of staying all evening all alone, with the boys, in this spider infested house, would kill me. Dead. We have also been to Toys R Us twice and left with purchases. I think the boys believe I have lost my mind. Some days I do too.
But! Rest assured, this too shall pass. Things always do. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. My alone trip is coming up and Brian will be the single parent for the weekend. Yet I have this feeling it will be the "best weekend he has ever had, and what is the big deal anyway" time and then well, he will be dead;)
Goal for the week: I have taught Cooper how to kill the spiders using Brian's shoe. He will even PICK IT UP and put it in the trash when he is finished. For this I love him even more!
Like Nephew/Like Uncle: I must tell a story on Cooper. It reminds me of a time I was growing up. I'm 90% sure it was my brother Jonathan, who was 12/13 at the time. SO. . .we were leaving church and Jon got in the car and had his hand in the door to settled himself in. Somehow forgetting his hand was in the door he REACHES across himself with his other hand and shuts the door. ON HIS OWN HAND. Oh man, I am laughing even as I type this, it was the most funny thing to see and I remember laughing so hard I couldn't get over there to open the door for him. Now here we are and I feel I am raising my brother through Cooper. SO . . . I have been allowing the boys to roll their automatic windows down for some time. It is a great distraction while in town and they have fun with it. Monday we were coming home from dinner and I hear this loud scream and crying coming from Cooper. I turn around to see what had happened and there are his four fingers, STUCK IN THE WINDOW! Why? I am not sure. There he was sitting there rolling his own fingers up in a window. I got the giggles when Jon's similar situation came to mind and Cooper was not happy with me laughing at him. Oh, but it made my day!!
11 comments:
That is such a good way to describe people who like routines! Rolling out of control is exactly how I felt when things changed. I think I'm getting better about not having a routine. (I better with 10 children now and 9 grandchildren!) It is hard to have a routine with all of you out of the house and coming at different times.
Mom
oh poor cooper.
-meridith
actually i did have ALOT of fun at grandmas. It was like being the only child. and having a tv in my room, it was pretty sweet. lol. School starts the 21st and I will be going to Memorial, so YES i am changing schools. There's a possability ( i cant spell) that me, mom, and shub will be going to the bday party depending if we get everything that HAS to be done (theyre so picky about what you need to change schools) but if we do then see you there.
--meridith
Glad to hear that a new and improved year will be beginning! Your "only child" comment reminded me of Amy. She said that everytime me and Jonathan left to go to our dad's house. She was/is so spoiled;) Hope to see you this weekend!
I may not blog anymore but I can read! I was not and am not spoiled! It was Shelly who slammed her fingers in the door,right after she ran into the glass wall in the mall.
That was NOT Shelly, I remember Jonathan at church and Mom agrees with me. I am right!
Yes, you are spoiled and the first step is just to admit it. Set yourself free!
From the hand-smashee: Okay, let's be sure to get this right, since I now have crooked fingers and a scar.
1) It WAS Shelly who slammed the car door on her own fingers. It was Granny's car in her garage.
2) It was JENNY who smashed my fingers in the car. Remember: I was in the front seat, window rolled down with my hand out of the window toward the back door. Jenny's door was open. Somehow my fingers made their way between the car and Jenny's open door. Next thing I know, WHAM! The door shuts with my fingers inside. As I screamed in agony and pain, my two "loving" sister laughed hysterically. That is the way the story happened. Even though, I still feel for little Cooper.
Jonathan
Hahaha. sounds like everyone got their fingers smashed at some point in time.--meridith
I am up and running!!!
still waiting on some photos.. meridith
Hi, Jen! Enjoy your blog!!
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