Weekend Thoughts

Random thoughts and weekend plans

I power watched almost all the Oscar contenders, then fell flat. I've made it through one Documentary. Kind of, enough to say I hope it doesn't win. I have one week left to finish up.

Just now realizing that I won't be watching the Oscars with Paul and Brian.

Gave my kids fish sticks from the freezer section for dinner tonight. I felt like it was the 70's. My young boys wondered what was on their plate. Squirt had the sense to appreciate the meal.

Bad week for me and the Baby Hulk. I had planned to take him to the symphony tomorrow, but am graciously allowing my dad to take him without me. It's not that I don't trust my dad or mom, I just honestly hate for my kids to be away from me. I am kind of psycho like that. MAYBE that is why I'm having such a hard time with BH this week. I think we need some space. I say this with a really heavy heart because he is truly the sweetest boy ever, but him being away from me for a few hours is a really good thing. Especially since during those few hours Lance will be gone.

I sometimes ask my kids why they are crying. Their response is usually, "I don't know." Even Squirt has taken several years to tell me exactly why he is crying. (Not that he has screaming crying fits anymore!) Today when No David was screaming hysterically, I asked him expecting the same response. Nope, he stopped crying, pointed at Lance and said "Daddy put me to bed." Glad he was clear on that.

Taking my girl on a shopping spree tomorrow. The joy of girls!

Tomorrow night: dinner at Reef with Travis Rodgers and the wife. Excited to meet her.

Lance finally bought me tickets to the Old 97's! Cannot wait. Super excited to see one of my favorite bands and Internet friends.

I want to lose 10 pounds in two weeks. Seeing that I lost ONE pound in ONE week, I don't think that's going to happen, but I can dream, right? What does Lance do: bring home cupcakes. He knew I was having a hard time with the BH. I didn't want to make him feel bad, so I immediately ate two cupcakes.

I got a call from a friend at Goose's school today. Her daughter has lice. Turns out the kid who had it two weeks ago passed it around. It's not dangerous, but lice just sounds GROSS. Never had it as a kid, don't want it. And selfishly, all I can think is: I have five kids, four who end up in my room at various times during the week. I can't get lice. My hair is way too thick to have lice. I have this image of getting lice and having to shave off my hair to get rid of it. Every time my head itched today, I was convinced I had it. I came home, made Lance promise not to even joke about it and search my head. Anybody scratch their head while reading this?

Tuesday night four different children woke me up. No David cried because he didn't feel well and finally came to sleep at the foot of my bed at midnight. The Baby Hulk arrived around 1 am to tell me he needed to use the restroom. Thankfully, he went back to his bed. Baby Z had her usual feedings during the night. Then Goose came in around 5 in the morning to sleep with us. Lance left that morning assuring me that we would never get pregnant again. I think he might be right.

Worthless Wednesday

This morning I woke up to a sleeping baby! She was so sound and peaceful, and I realized she hadn't had her 5 am feeding. I was ready to celebrate because this would mean that we were on our way towards getting some sleep. Then I looked for her bottle and it was nowhere to be found. I prayed I had just forgotten to get it out of the fridge at 3ish, but knew my prayers wouldn't work in this case. Nope, Lance had fed her. It was so nice to have that extra sleep, but at the same time a cruel joke for me to think we would soon return to a normal life.

I dropped Squirt off for his monthly orthodontist appointment. I love this place, I can drop him off and they take him to school. I'm not forced to subject my kids to other patients at 8 in the morning, I don't miss my workout and they give Squirt a ride to his school. It's a perfect arrangement except when they screw up his appointment. Turns out he needs an appointment when nobody else is in the office? I know, this sounds super freaking creepy, so he missed class this morning for nothing and has to return. But this time, I get to go as well because there is no way I can leave him all alone in the office. Supposedly, the ortho doesn't like to be distracted for whatever procedure they are doing this month, but I am positive my little ones will be more distracting than his other patients ever would have been today.

Another day of freezing weather means another missed swim lesson. This time, the swim coach called early to confirm I wasn't bringing Goose to his afternoon lesson so he didn't have to go to work and wait on us. Technically, they weren't closing the place until right after Goose's lesson so I'm screwed again. Drives me insane to waste this money.

Since I had extra time after school today, I bathed the kids at 4:30 thinking I'd have them in bed by 7. They went to bed at 8:30.

And last, Lance dressed up for me today, but changed before I got home. What was the point?

The Feast of St. Blaise

Today is the feast of St. Blaise. When Lance was confirmed, he chose St. Blaise as his confirmation saint because St. Blaise is patron over those with throat ailments. At one point in our marriage, (when one of the babies arrived, I think), Lance's throat started closing in on him. Fear, maybe. We found a good doctor and have been big fans of St. Blaise ever since. Lance does his need voice after all. The kids, well, sometimes, it would be nice if they lost their voices.

This seems to be such a busy week in terms of feast days and secular days that we wanted to celebrate. (St. Bridig, Candlemas, St. Blaise, St. Agnes, plus 100th day of school and groundhog day.) There is so much to experience in just one week. And with everyone sick last week, we didn't have as much early reading as I would have liked. We were going to cover St. Blaise this week in Super Saints, but had to cancel. After today, I think the boys will be excited to cover him next week.

After dropping the big boys off at school, we went to Mass. Baby Hulk started to fuss, but quickly calmed down without me getting upset. We went into Mass to find the Hulk's favorite priest celebrating the Mass. Yay! These days I have been staying in the cry room, which I hate, because Kobra and the BH are so loud. They just don't get it. Today, I wish people could have heard the BH. Father made a couple of statements to which he responded out loud.

We received the blessing of the throats, and of course, Baby Hulk had no desire for such a thing. Thankfully, I didn't have to embarrass myself in front of the church to get him to cooperate. We left feeling really good about our time this morning. My priest even told me I need to invite him over to our house. I think he's right. We love this priest and always talk about having him over, but never get around to it. Even Lance was able to attend Mass at noon and have his throat blessed.

I talked so much about St. Blaise today that Baby Hulk was able to tell the family why our cross had red vestments on today and about St. Blaise. I think he just wanted the treat, but I'm fine with that for now.

I copied a dessert from Catholic Cuisine and the boys really enjoyed it. The following are pictures from our night. Yes, I blessed the boys with cookies, but I forgot to stop and get candles today. They each listened very sweetly to my prayers, then ran off with their treats! I wouldn't have it any other way.

Watching Mama

The finished cookies with a flame on top







ALL MINE


His Throat seems fine to me


I am not going to share, I will eat as much as my big brothers

ST. BLAISE, PRAY FOR US