Compartments

Hubby can not do two things at once. He can't check his email and listen to anything in the house at once. Not necessarily his fault, his brain is set up into compartments (that is my theory). The listening one, the email one, the football game is on one, etc. You get the drift. He is currently 5 ft away from me checking his email on his blackberry. I asked him a quick question and he ummm'd and said hang on. The whole two things at once, it trips him up. My solution, I sent him an email. At least I know he will get my question. Talking is overrated.

I'm a Super

Did you know I wear a cape? In any given hour I can accomplish a mega list of jobs while balancing kids activities, whining kids, and the unexpected. We are having a national tradegy today b/c I have misplaced my cape and no matter what I try to accomplish, it is not getting completed. It is like I have developed adult ADD (or my hubby's disease- unfinished projects). :o) I am a Super, just like the Incredibles, I am super insane mom!

I Want Daddy Too!

Cherub 3 is in a phase where if he doesn't get what he wants he starts screaming, mouth wide open, "I want DAAADDDYYY!" Me, too, kid. Me, too.

Legwarmers and Lights

We are resurrecting the 70's. During our festive day yesterday, we brought up all the Xmas boxes from the basement to start decorating the trees. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Slam on the breaks, stop right there. Are those BIG lights for the tree? I haven't seen those since 1975 and I wasn't sad about that. My hubby was (rudely) insistent that we were hanging them on the tree, even mil had a scared look on her face when hubby was flippin on me when I tried to say they may look better outside (like in the back yard on the pool fence?). Realizing after that cherub 1 had picked them out (why didn't he just say that in the beginning) I gave in and cheerfully tried to keep them on. Hubby threw a tantrum taking them all off, which put cherub 1 in tears and us in a fight (all in front of the inlaws. :o) I firmly said (while he was taking them off) "no we are leaving them on, using both and we are going to have FUN!". So far, not so much. Mil laughed and repeated 'we are going to have fun' (yup, that was me, demanding fun). So breakout your legwarmers and gouchos b/c we have brought the 70's back and we are having FUN!

Picture: Cherub 3 hanging the angel on top of the tree. It was really hard to get him to the top with a vertically challenged dad, really tall tree and lots of laughing. We thought we were going to lose them both into the tree. After, he successfully hung the angel he exclaimed, "Can you believe I got it way up there?" So cute!!!

Tree Tops and Traditions

Each year our little family enjoys going to a tree farm and cutting down a beautiful Xmas tree. This year, mil and fil joined us and we had a ball. Boys running through the acres of the farm, especially cherub 2 in his Santa hat enjoyed running up and down the hills. Cherub 1 picked out the perfect tree and all three took turns sawing it down. Somehow, it is magical each year to experience this. Wonderful memories with Grammy and Grampy!

Funny: When (vertically challenged) hubby found a tree and asked me if it was tall enough (our family room ceiling is really high). I politely mentioned that he could reach the top. He laughed and said good point!

The Woodsmen

Ar, ar, ar, my hubby felt like a man, swinging an ax yesterday chopping wood for our new fireplace. Chop, chop, chop. Bonding with the boys, teaching them to use the ax.

Zoom, zoom, zoom, fil enjoys bonding with the boys, teaching them to use the electric wood splitter. Cherub 3 especially loved helping Grampy, both are true outdoorsmen at heart.

Wishing we captured this on film, mil and I giggle as we watch the two men, each having fun, each chopping wood, next to their 'pile'. Hubby so proud, with each pound of the ax, he added to his pile of shavings, while fil's pile grows leaps and bounds of chopped wood. Ar, ar, ar, verse zoom, zoom, zoom.

What are you worth?

There has got to be an easier way to clean the grout on a tile floor. Yup, down on my hands and knees de-crudding it. Simply groas. If anyone out there is looking to invent something that will clean grout with no hassle or pain, I would pay ALOT for it. Sadly, no one here is jumping on my bandwagon to hire a cleaning lady. Bummer.

I once saw an Everyone Loves Raymond episode where after Ray (the hubby) insinuated he was worth more b/c he brought home a paycheck, Deborah (the wife) made an itemized list of her jobs around the house and how much she was worth. Cleaning lady $90 a week, chef, laundry service, homework tutor, childcare, etc. She was worth more. Trust me, I am worth alot around here. Let's just say, I'd be rakin in the cash if I was getting paid. :o) Breaks over people, back to the grout.