Easter party!

having an Easter party next wednesday.  This week has given me hope that the weather will be nice--except the weather man says otherwise.  Apparently it is suppose to rain for the rest of the month, or something like that.  I really do not want to have an egg hunt in the house.  they suck.  my house is not tiny, but it does not feel big enough for 8 kids to be running around "looking" for eggs.  most of these kids are under 3 yr.  they do not do a whole lot of looking.  it would be more like throwing a bunch of plastic eggs on the floor and a race to see who got the most.  lots of crying and fighting involved.  so the yard would be preferable.  everything would be a bit more spread out.  so lets all start praying now that it will not rain for at least a couple hours on wednesday morning.  regardless, I am sure they will all have fun--at least for some amount of time.  kids like anything new.  (oh--i would also like to color eggs outside, instead of my kitchen floor.)  still need to go buy some more supplies and look up games/activities for the little ones to do!  any suggestions--let me know!

pat

Noah has taken up a new habit.  Sometimes this action is adorable--sometimes you would like to return the action right back.  Whenever Noah requests something now (juice, show, crackers, etc.), he follows it up with a 'pat' to the face.  Sometimes he will put his tiny hands on both sides of your face, give little shake and say "milk, please!" in a goofy little voice.  CUTE!  Other times he takes those tiny little hands and 'pats' both sides of your face, demanding "Toy Story 3!"  And gives your hair a good solid tug to make sure you are paying attention.  But he is smiling the whole time, so it's ok...    I'll give you a little pat...

Matthew 28:18-20

18	And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
19	Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
20	Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

insult to injury

stupid dog knocks over garbage, retrieves a few choice items from the wreckage.  Stupid dog sees me and tries to bolt.  stupid dog is grabbed by collar and shown the tipped over garbage.  stupid dog knows he's in trouble.  stupid dog pees on my leg.  STUPID DOG.

knock-knock jokes

David:  Knock-knock!
Noah: who dere?
D: Poop!
N: poo who?
D: poop on a rock!
D & N:  hahahahaha!

N: Na-na!
D: Whos there?
N: poop!
D: poop who?
N: poo blah bleh nah!
D & N:  hahahahaha!

and so it goes the entire drive to the Secretary of State.  I love that the jokes make no sense, usually involve "poop" or "butt," and they crack up every time!  I actually turned down the radio, so I could hear the nonsensical jokes also.  Kids are hilarious.

slaves

moms are slaves to short people.  tiny little beings who bark orders as well as any drill sergeant.  they may say 'please' but it is not in the form of a question.
oh, look!  mom's about to sit down-- "Juice, please!"
it is obvious to any mother that sitting is an unacceptable pass time.  as soon as your butt hits the chair, the requests pour in.  "hey, mom, wanna play a game?"  "hey, mom, wanna go outside?"  "hey, mom--may i have milk PLEASE!"  "hey, mom, what are you doing?"  "Hey, mom, can i watch a movie?"  "hey, mom--why are you  rocking back and forth in the fetal position with your arms covering your head?"
The little Nero's are in charge.
It's exhausting.

stupid dog

sure!  lets take the dog for a car ride!  he has always done well before.  Starts off just fine.  No whining, no rabid drooling.  He sat, lounged nicely, with his head in david's lap most of the whole time.  Half hour to destination, just fine.  Ten minutes into return trip--vomits all over my childs leg!  To the POUND with you, foul beast!

I hear, "eeew, mom, sam puked on me..."  turn around--half digested dog food all down david's leg, the car seat, the actual seat, and the bag containing the boys' snow apparel. i then experience the joy of trying to clean dog puke off my darling little boy with baby wipes.  5 of them, cuz that's all i have w/ me.  everyone can guess how well that worked.
  
while i'm fuming about the dog, Dave is explaining to david that sam did not mean to, he just doesn't feel good.  Sam did not puke on you to be mean.  Sam rides the rest of the ride home, head still in david's lap, while david consoles him.  "You just not feel good.  It's ok you puke on me."   Sweetest little boy.  Get's puked on and tries to cheer up the puker.  I would have beat that dog and thrown him in the trunk.