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Month: March 2010

Worry No More

Worry No More

I have a worrying problem. My dad had a perpetual “nervous stomach” while growing up, so perhaps it is hereditary. I usually spend two hours up in the middle of the night or trying to fall asleep at the beginning of the night. At first, I worry that my husband will fall asleep before I do.If he falls asleep before I do, I won’t be able to fall asleep because of his snoring.If I can’t fall asleep because of his…

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Photos from Family Day

Photos from Family Day

We had a family day last Thursday and decided to try the City Museum. Aside from losing two out of three of our children for several minutes at a time, fighting over whether or not to attend the magic show, getting my way and entering the magic show only to leave two minutes later because our two year old climbed up on stage, enduring a severe temper-tantrum because taking the balls hostage from the ball pool is not allowed, having…

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Tall Tales

Tall Tales

My son is extremely gullible. For the last several weeks, he’s been complaining about a scorpion that’s been hiding in his bed. Due to the unwelcome creature, he has refused to use his covers. Instead, Jrod has requested a light, but itchy, wool blanket that barely covered him. I needed to do something about the situation. So, one morning I came down the stairs and announced that I had caught the scorpion. He looked at me with big, believing eyes:…

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Accomplishments

Accomplishments

My mom has been cleaning out her house. She’s been deep cleaning out her house. Ella has been hearing about this cleaning out process and asked that I put in a special request: she wanted all the trophies that my mom has proudly displayed through the years that represent various accomplishments from her three girls. I granted Ella the request, but under one condition. We were not going to take home all the trophies, just a few of mom’s old…

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Personality Disorder (s)

Personality Disorder (s)

My daughter sang a song at school last year entitled “Germs (My Invisible Dog)” Here are some of the lyrics: “….I hide him in my pocket cause he’s very, very smallGerms, Germs, my invisible dogHe runs like the wind, and he knows some funny tricksHe doesn’t like carrots and spinach makes him sickHe loves cotton candy and purple lemonadeOreo cookies and yellow GatoradeI hide him in my pocket cause he’s very, very small”Germs, Germs, my invisible dog When my daughter…

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Home at Last

Home at Last

Rodney D Stortz December 23 1949 – March 9 2003 Seven years ago today, my dad went home. This last weekend my husband and I attended a Mission’s Banquet at a church where my dad used to be the Pastor. I was tired and by the end of the evening was more than ready to go home. Just as I was heading out the door, I felt a tug on my arm. Reluctantly, I turned around to meet a teary-eyed…

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Just an Ordinary Day

Just an Ordinary Day

I could never do my husband’s job. He’s good at what he does, and the demands on his day will always be beyond me. But, well, he couldn’t do mine either. Yesterday, my husband was left at home with Lily for three hours. When I got home, there was an audible sigh of relief. He could now “get something done.” I rolled my eyes. Yes, I rolled them, but hey, I kept all commentary to myself. Now, before you write…

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Nothing Mindless About It

Nothing Mindless About It

I’ve decided that my expectations need to be realistic when it comes to Kindergarten. In fact, I’m OK if I can at least be assured that in some way, shape, or form Jrod used his mind during the day. When I pick him up for school, I am usually assured of this….but not always in the most traditional ways. Most days picking up Jrod from school is uneventful. Like many boys, he doesn’t like to talk a whole lot about…

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My protege’

My protege’

I have a mini-me. Her name is Lily. She’s my third-born and the only one of the three that resembles me. I’ve noticed of late that she copies everything I do. I know this is somewhat typical of this age, but Lily handles the whole copying thing a little different than the other two did at this age. When I raise my voice at either of the older two, there is a moments pause and then a strikingly sharp, loud,…

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Liar, Liar, pants on……

Liar, Liar, pants on……

My son ran up the stairs yesterday, quite suddenly. He had been playing Wii in the basement. The boy will not, under any circumstance, leave his game unless one of his parents call it quits. In fact, Jrod would play all day long if we allowed it, but….we don’t. So, running up the stairs in the middle of his game time….well, I knew something was up. “Mom, I totally need new boxers. I mean, I’ve been wearing these ones for…

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