Call me Four Eyes

( Picture courtesy of Paige )

So here Jeff & I were thinking, how could we (people with perfect vision) have a child who needs glasses. (Sorry Paiger, turns out mom has an astigmatism too!) Until a few months ago when things started getting a little fuzzy in the distance. So when Paige had to go in for her annual check up, I thought my eyes might need one too. My Dr. told me I could use glasses for driving at night, going to a movie, etc. but I really didn't need them. Apparently, he didn't know that I have always wanted "funky glasses" and more importantly, we have one heck of a medical flex spending account. :) Paige keeps telling people I wanted glasses so I could be "saucy"! (Where does this child hear these things?)

Inspired by "Ten Apples Up on Top" by Dr. Seuss

No kids up on top.

One kid up on top.

Two kids up on top. Three kids up on top.

Dad could do more. But Mom's body said, "stop"!

Dad = Rock Star Status

Maybe they love him so much, because he can carry them all on his back???!!!

I'll gladly admit that my husband Jeff is one great dad. However, I still find it irritating when we are laying the kids down for bed and they ask, "Daddy, do you have to go to work tomorrow?" Ummm, excuse me. I have made you breakfast & lunch all summer, taking you to the Children's museum, the zoo, the "shoot-ups", Grandma's lake, Grandma's pool, out for ice cream in the middle of the afternoon (don't tell daddy), etc!!!!! Show mommy a little love kids! No wait, don't. I rather enjoy the fact that you all ask him to lay with you at bedtime. It frees me up to blog. :)

Since you're not watching t.v. :)

Here are two excellent books to complete your summer reading list.

Tune In

In a sea of bad summer television shows, this is the only one you should make a point to watch; 'My Boys' on TBS at 10 p.m. on Monday nights. Maybe I like it so much because I used to be like her (hanging out with just the guys) or maybe it's because I secretly wish I had her job (being a sports writer for a major league baseball team.) Maybe it's because they use the word "douchey" to describe someone's bad behavior (a very under utilized word) or for the witty banter that fills up every half hour. Whatever the reason, thank you 'My Boys' for giving me at least one reason to turn on the t.v. this summer.

Call me Crazy

Wait ... don't ... that's just not nice. :) Here are just some of the idiosyncrasies that make me ME.

1. You could give me a newborn baby tomorrow and I would not be nervous in the least. Just don't give me a puppy.
2. I could sleep every night without worry or anxiety when Zach was in the NICU for over two months. Just not with a puppy in my house.
3. I love dogs but have decided I don't really want to own one.

I had to take the adorable pics of the pup off my blog so I don't kick myself when I see them. We brought him back to the rescue yesterday where he immediately went and played outside with his brother and sister. His mom even gave him an affectionate bark when she saw him too. I think from now on, I'll just stick to being a Doggie Auntie or pet sitter. :)

And just so you don't think my kids are scarred for life, Zoey walked into the kitchen and jumped up and yelled, "Hallelujah! No more dog crate!" No tears have been shed by them yet ... just by their "crazy" mom.

Good Thing He's Cute ...

'Cuz smart he ain't! Now before you start commenting and criticizing me for calling my son "not smart", let me just tell you that I love his sweet, naive, laid-back, and innocent personality. But I also feel it might be a hinderance in the 'ole potty training business. Once I am done teaching VBS games this week (to over 300 kids armed with water balloons, outside, & in the heat), I am planning on potty training Zach. As a prerequisite to attending three year old preschool with his cousin Clay, he needs to master both poop and pee. I think he is going to have go "el - nudo" because when we tried one day last week as a kind of "introductory" lesson this is how it went.

Me: Do you want to try to go potty?

Zach: No mama. I already went in my Bob the Builder underwear.

Me: Oh really. Can you show me where you peed?

Zach: Sure. Follow me. (To the basement by his playskool workbench and the damp carpet in front of it.)

This will definitely be tear-free training ... 'cause he really doesn't care! :)