Anya Needs to Come Home

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Uh Oh

Today, GICOE was in my office trying to get on my good side or something, and he made the comment:

"I give you and your husband credit...going from 0 to 3 all at once. I couldnt do it".

For real...he said "from 0 to 3". Coincidence, I hope so, I mean he does know we adopted three kids, its just his wording that freaked me out. I really dont want him reading my blog, know what I mean? Not like he could DO anything about it...everything I have written is true. Im sure its coincidence...he doesnt strike me as a blog reading (or reading period) type of guy. And I have told NO ONE at work about my blog. In fact, no one except maybe one person, in our community knows about it. Ok...so thats it. Im done worrying about it..

As far as ABC gum boy..his throat hurts today (as does mine), and so I used that opportunity to point out that its probably the disease he got from chewing someone else's Already Been Chewed gum. But..I seriously hope it isnt related to that, because thats disgusting.

L came back from his non spelunking (just an excuse to type that again) trip yesterday. His scout leader (master? Whatever he is called..the ADULT in charge) said he needed to talk to us...of course no parent likes to hear that. He told us that there was an incident (no parent definitely wants to hear THAT). He said there were some inappropriate name calling going on (Dueche Bag) and that it was overheard by another scout. He talked to L and the other boy involved and L said he didnt say anything. He got the witness again who said he didnt actually know which boy of the two said it, but it definitely came from that tent. Then the other boy admitted that L didnt say anything, it was just him. Phew....although Im pretty sure that L doesnt even KNOW that word. Anyway, it was nice that OUR father's day was dampered by news that our son was acting inappropriate. Let someone else deal with that one..lol. Dont know if I could have handled ABC gum chewing, puppy diarhea, lying daughter, AND calling other kids "Dueche Bag" all in one weekend.

So I hope everyone had a nice father's day. We did. S and A gave T their fathers day gifts/cards. We went out to lunch and took my father and mother and had a good time. L had already given his gift to T, but missed the lunch due to still being on the trip Once again everyone is back at home for one more week...then L and S are off to thier summer camp. I want to go to summer camp!!! For a whole week......nah, I think Id end up being bored, too much goes on at my house.

ABC Gum, Upset Puppy Tummys and Summer Camp Blues

It seems like anymore my posts are nothing but hodgepodge of whinery or cute things the kids say or do. I used to be more organized and more rounded...maybe someday Ill get back to posting some of the other posts again. Someday, perhaps when my ship comes in.

My kids, well two of them, are giving me fits. The oldest one is at a camp out with boyscouts (the spelunking was cancelled. damn it.), the little boy just came back from three days at camp, and S will be going to camp, and L will be going again too, in about a week.

My first experience with sending the little boy away? Not good. First of all the little punk didnt even say goodbye when we dropped him off. I know he was excited about it, and from what Ive been told, I acted the same way when dropped off at summer camp. But still....couldnt he have mustered a weak little "bye mommy" maybe with some watery eyes? For me? Sheesh....This is what really gets me...when he came HOME he cried. Yeah, he did. He said he missed his counselor? WTH? Hes known the guy all of three days. I dont get it. I know I shouldnt take it personally, older adopted children can have some issues about things and what they do often isnt normal. Still, it stings a little bit and Im a little confused about it.

Today, while looking at some clothing at the store, I notice that I hear A chewing gum. It registers that I didnt give him gum...so I ask:

Where did you get the gum?

A: Uh oh. Ummm...I picked it up.
Me: From where?
A: The ground.

ACCCCCKKKKKKKKK

Again, wth? So once again we talked about germs. I took him to the bathroom where he washed his hands and rinsed out his mouth real good (which I know was pointless, but I thought maybe it would help the idea of how GROSS that is sink in). So...I thanked him for not lying, and I didnt return the toy I just bought him because he told the truth (a huge improvement), but he was told he would get no more gum. period. I explained that all he had to do was ask for gum. I told him that Grandmas alway have gum in their purses and he should have asked Grandma for some, since she was with us. Ick...Im just at a loss with what to do about his putting things in his mouth.

Our puppy had an upset tummy. I mean severe diarhea..without any other signs of illness. And yes, he is up to date on all shots. Instead of freaking out I pulled out my trusty first aid for dogs book. It told me to:

Give puppy Pepto (about two tsps for his size)

Suspend all food for about twelve hours

Boil some hamburger and some rice, mix together with a little low fat/low sodium chicken broth (for flavor) and feed in small frequent meals.

If by the third day the stool is normal, slowly introduce puppy food back into diet by incorprating it with the beef/rice mixture...adding more puppy food each time until all the food is puppy food.

If by third day, stool is still runny, take puppy to the vet.
If there are any other syptoms with diarhea such as fever, yellow in whites of the eyes, blood in stool, lethargic puppy, severe loss of appetite and vomiting...disregard "do it yourself" cure and take puppy to the vet.

Know what? It worked. Poopydog is all better and Im so relieved I dont have to pay yet another couple hundred dollars at the vet.

Monday Mumbling....

Im tired today (as I am every Monday) and I had a big 'ol post planned out, and now for the life of me, I cant remember what I was going to say. Oh well....

Little A is a prankster, and I hope this wont get worse as he gets older. Lately he has been pulling fast ones on me at bedtime, and Im just too dense to see them coming I guess.

Ill tuck him in, read a story, talk, whatever, and then I turn his night light on, and turn his overhead off, and close the door. Only my brain is so overloaded, sometimes I forget one of the last three steps.

A few nights ago, as I made my way down the hall away from his room I hear:

"Moooooommm....mommmm...you forgot to turn my night light on!". So, knowing how he doesnt want to be in the dark, I scurry back to his room and throw open the door. His night lights WERE on. I sigh, and he breaks out into hysterical laughter.

Just last night, I am halfway down the hall and I hear:

"Mooooommm....moooommmm...you forgot to turn my big light off". I go back to his room, open the door to a softly night-light lit room. The big light was off. Now, I feel silly...and again hysterical laughter from him. This time though, the laughter goes on until Im all the way up stairs and can hear it no more. Sigh....I really am going to have to watch him.

Oh a nice peice of advice for those who are investing in a new area rug AND who also happen to have a new, as of yet potty trained puppy:

DO NOT GET AN AREA RUG WITH A LOT OF DARK BROWN OR BLACK IN IT. Just trust me on this one. Being able to SEE the poop, is a much better option than not wanting to see stains on your rug. Seriously.

Why I Hate Socks and other late night ramblings...

I hate socks. HATE them. I used to have a rather tolerant relationship with socks, now I view them as the enemy, on a mission to drive me nuts. It doesnt matter how many I buy for the kids or for the hub, they just disappear....Everyone knows about the great mystery of the disappearing sock in the laundry, but what about when they ALL disappear? Thats whats happening to me. I just BOUGHT socks for the little boy, now he's down to just a few pair, and now I have to buy them again. Seriously? What IS going on?

For a few days I thought our puppy was doing something with them, because I have caught him running through the house with one here or there in his cute wittle mouf, but since Ive been careful, and they are still disappearing. It takes Sooooo long too, to sort them and remember who has what type of sock. Im forever putting the wrong socks in people's drawers, and children are forever criss crossing hallways and going up and down stairs to trade socks because Im incompetant when it comes to that. Im about ready to give up and tell everyone to keep track of their own damn socks.

I feel like crazy dog lady now for sure (shut up those of you who know me..you may already feel that way about me, but I havent until now). Today I took THREE dogs to the vet, and the other day I took 4 to the groomer. Rocky had his little gonads snipped, Carmen had her teeth cleaned and Joey Bug got some shots. Pretty expensive stuff, but its got to be done, know what I mean?

Tonight S finally got it! She can now ride a bike. Her brothers learned last year...and she just couldnt do it. Tonight she was bored and watching A ride around on his bike, so she took L's bike and decided to give it another try. She came running into the house all excited. She keeps walking around saying, "Im so proud of myself", and "I cant beleive I couldnt DO that last year, its so easy!" Good for her.

Tommorrow A is going on his first cubscouts activity. They are having cubmobile races. He's excited, and Im excited for him. I think L is going to stay home...he has massive amounts of mucas flowing from his nose and a nasty cough. He is supposed to go on a (wait for it) SPELUNKING (such a neat word) trip next weekend and I want him well. But really, if you could have seen what came out of that boy's face earlier tonight.....

Boy Scouts, Obama, Dear God and Almond Joy bars.

I hate it when I dont know what to title a blog. I end up with something stupid, just so I can hurry and get to the meat of the blog. Know what I mean?

Anyway the Boy Scout thing had me very confused until last night. See, A is in cubscouts, and L is in Boyscouts. They both just started. So, I was all confused about, dens, packs, troops, etc. I kept asking about L's den meeting, and my exasperated hub kept telling me that they dont have dens in boyscouts, thats cubscouts. Then I kept asking about A's troop, and once again my once-a boyscout-always- a- boyscout husband would tell me troops are for boyscouts...or something like that. See? Im probably still screwing up. I give up. Last night L had his first whatever its called meeting. I think its going to be good. He gets to go Spelunking. Know what that is? Its cave exploring...of course, as I was listening, I was picturing the "Goonies". Such an 80's geek. But its a fun word to say, Spelunking. Go ahead try it. You know you want to, just do it.

A gives me quite a giggle when he says our presidents name. The other day he informed me that " A lot of people are losing their houses because of "A rock a bamma". Not sure where, he got that information, but it wasnt me. I just love the way he says the name.

Last night before dinner the kids got a lecture about pulling some stuff they have been talked to about before many times. When we sat down to dinner, A must have still had the lecture in his mind because when asked to say the prayer he said:

"Dear God, please help us kids get our heads out of our a..."

Hub was quicker than me, because he was able to cut him off before he swore at the Lord. So, I finished the prayer and afterward we had a talk about bad words, and what probably isnt appropriate to say in a prayer. It wasnt all that funny last night, but this morning I was sitting at my desk laughing so hard about it, I started to cry. Good stuff.

On the work front, things are as lovely as ever. Yesterday, I was told that GICOE sat in the office of one of my coworkers and raided his candy drawer, I mean really rated it. The eye witness claims that GICOE sat there and downed NINE Almond Joy bars. Nine. The full size ones too, not the little snack size. Unbelievable, but I totally believe it.

Too True Tuesday

Today's Too True Tuesday deal with procrastination (for more TTT go here). I am a procrastinator at most everything, so it is hard for me to pick one thing to talk about. I suppose I am the worse procrastinator about taking care of "business" of any sort. Like any sort of email that I have to answer that isnt related to anything "fun". Oh heck, email period...Im just a procrastinator when it comes to checking it, and Im not sure why. I think its because I get a lot of "businessy" email and bad news. Like emails from my college telling me rates are going up, or sending me a summary of my account for school, or news that my virus protection is almost up, or that my dogs are due for shots. Whatever. Email often brings new of something that I HAVE to do, so I procrastinate on checking it. This has caused me to get more phone calls...calls that say...you were sent email, but you need to ____ (insert boring business, non fun related chore here). Usually the news on what I have to do, or renew, costs money, and its never any fun to get rid of money in non fun related ways. I just dont like to be bored, I guess, and that kind of thing bores me...so Id rather not now. Know what I mean? No? Its just me?...Oh.

I even tried setting up a "fun only" email account, but somehow the other crap found its way into it. So now I have TWO email accounts that I rarely check. So, I have that going for me.