Friday, April 24, 2009

Sentimental Twit

I have been recently having storage space-related panic attacks.

"So much CRAP, not enough place to put it all!!"

My heart begins to race and stress levels rise as I look at the sea of clutter that surrounds me. As soon as I feel like I have got it under control, a clutter tidal wave of kids and husband crashes over me.

Today, as I am packing away a bunch of cleaning supplies (oh, this EXCITING earthly existence I lead!), I came across a bulb syringe we had from when Nicky was born.

You know, the thing that suctions your baby's nose before he learns to blow it himself? Yeah, one of those things.

We took it from the hospital, at the suggestion of someone we knew, as it was much better than anything you could buy. (Our little contribution to the rising cost of American healthcare.)

It worked like a charm, an important tool in the comfort of our child. We saved it and brought it half-way round the world to use for our second child. Then, it somehow managed to find its way in the back of the laundry room storage closet.

It's broken now. A hole in the side keeps it from suctioning. I felt strangely attached to the bulb syringe in my hand as I remembered those early days with my son. It was one of the things in his bag that came home with him when he was four days old. I sat there, deciding whether or not to throw it away or pack it away.

Never mind that I have no plans to use it ever again. Nevermind that it is broken and couldn't be used again, anyway. Nevermind that I used this thing to suction the snot out of my childrens' noses. Um, gross. I was contemplating whether or not it should make it's way into the trash.

Needless to say, it is in the trash now.

And I have had to admit I have my own little part to play in the clutter tidal wave.

A tiny, tiny, tiny part, but hey, I did throw the darn thing out, didn't I?

Try asking my kids or husband to throw out useless clutter. Good luck!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Work It Girl

Laney loves the camera. (My how different my kids are in this regard. Nicky acts like your infringing upon his human rights if you ask to take a picture.)
So earlier in the year, she asked me to take her picture. Suddenly, she started rolling around on the floor and posing in model fashion, without any prompting from me.

Laney, SuperModel

Then it was Mommy's turn to pose.
It is probably best this way.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Playing Babies

Laney loves to play with her baby dolls. She wants to "play babies" every day. Every single day. Mommy does her best to accommodate. Mommy also loves to play babies with her little girl. Just NOT every single day.

The other day Laney asked to play babies. Again. Mommy was making dinner and told her that she couldn't at the moment. They could play later, she told her, while secretly hoping that Laney would forget to play later. Mommy was soooooo tired of playing babies.

Laney said, "Mommy, do you know why I want to play babies with you all of the day?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you so much."

Mommy sucks.

But she plays babies every single day.

Exasperated

I told Laney to get ready for bed.

She gave me her most exasperated look and said, "Again?! We ALWAYS have to go to bed!! We have to go to bed every day!"

Poor kid. Those are the breaks. Life is hard in this house.

Spelling Errors

So my Blogger spellcheck has gone wacko. I think it is checking Norwegian spelling, so most of the words come up spelled wrong. I have tried fixing it, but haven't gotten it to work yet.

So if you find any glaring spelling errors, you know why. I am no longer a good speller (was once upon a time, in elementary school) and completely dependent on spellcheck.

Bad grammar. That's just gonna have to be how it be, until there is a a reliable grammarcheck in the world.