tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74574846088834158392024-02-07T12:54:13.217-05:00Deep ThoughtsKrissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-49185964268371958842009-04-16T21:01:00.004-04:002009-04-16T21:13:11.093-04:00We're going to have a problem....Once again, I won't comment on how long it's been... but I had to write about this little comment from Elisa tonight.... <br /><br />Here's how the conversation went.. Elisa was pretending to give out Pez candies to kids in her class. She had 8 candies, so she started picking out the names of the lucky ones..<br /><br /> Elisa : " Melissa, Mae, Alexis, Me, Evan, Aaron, Sophia.. and....." <br /> <br /> Me: " What about Stephen?"<br /><br /> Elisa: " I think Alex E. will get the last one..."<br /><br /> Me: " Why? Are you still friends with Stephen? He's such a nice boy!"<br /><br /> Elisa: " Yes, I'm still friends with him.. he's so nice!! (LONG PAUSE) He's just not my type."<br /> <br /> Me: " FFFRRRREEEDDDD!!!!!!!"<br /><br /> Oh my God, we are so in for it with this little one!!!!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-77618532994948063652009-03-04T19:56:00.003-05:002009-03-04T20:52:13.799-05:00Why is my sister such a freak?My sister Jenna is a freak.. but she's a freak in a good, cool way. She is the MASTER of prank calls and practical jokes. She could make prank calls as a teenager so well; never laughing, never breaking character- no matter how weird the character may be. She fools my sister Lisa and me quite embarrassingly often. We get mad that she can pull one over on us WAY too often. We should know her by now, don't you think?<br /><br /> A good example- My sister Lisa is very sensitive when it comes to stomach viruses and vomiting. I was never able to understand her fear of that kind of ailment until recently- but she is very scared of her kids getting a "throw-up" kind of virus. Jenna knows this, yet has convinced Lisa on numerous occasions that she has exposed Lisa's kids to a stomach flu, or that one of Jenna's own children has vomited on the way to a family event. Lisa freaks, Jenna plays it like it's actually happened, and then admits she's just kidding... fun times. <br /><br /> She got me the other day, and I am still laughing about it 3 days later... Here's how it went. My sister asked me if Fred and I would be Godparents to her adorable little girl, Livia. Of course we were excited and happy about it, but sad that we live in Florida and they live in California. We needed to send a sponsorship form from our church in order to be Godparents..(The Catholic Church is strict like that...) Anyway, I asked for the form and told Jenna that is was being taken care of.<br /><br /> SO, on Monday, my sister called me. When I picked up the phone and said hello, she said "Thanks so much for my Birthday present!" I had sent her a Life is Good baseball hat, some Vera Bradley stationery, and Cadbury mini eggs. We talked about the gifts for quite a while, then chatted about diets, and kids and what we were doing for the day. Our conversation lasted maybe 45 minutes... we ended the conversation as usual, with "I love you"'s and "I'll talk to you soon!" and said our goodbye's... for all I knew, that was it.<br /><br /> No. Jenna had a plan. A more evil plan that would make me freak out initially, but have me laughing still 3 days later. Pure genius.<br /><br /> The phone rang about 5 minutes after we hung up... I saw that it was her again so I picked up, thinking she forgot to tell me something, and I said " What's up?" and she says.... "Thanks so much for my Birthday present!!!" She said it so enthusiastically yet calmly, that it FREAKED ME OUT. I seriously think it was 5 second at the most, but in that small amount of time, I thought, " Oh my God, my little sister has a brain tumor, what is wrong with her...????" I was shaking. So I said "What? We just talked about this!!!" and that little brat started laughing.. then she told me how hard it was for her to say that without laughing... I told her how hard it was to think that my sister may have some kind of brain tumor. I WAS SHAKING, for crying out loud!!!<br /><br /> Anyways, she got me good yet again. I wish I had the skills she had to do that to someone. I tried it on her today. When I faxed the form she needed today, I was on the phone with her...I faxed it, talked to her right before I sent it, let her know it went through.. Then I got the brilliant idea to call her back and pretend the whole situation never happened. I called her and said " SO, did you get the form I sent?" and all she said was " Nice try..." She's brilliant. I'm jealous. She has a gift.Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-17479639942692921572009-02-16T23:20:00.002-05:002009-02-16T23:27:23.987-05:00Bad Mother MomentI won't even comment on how long it's been since I've updated my blog. Sorry.. but things have been crazy, and to be honest, I had nothing funny or interesting to write about...<br /><br />But then yesterday, I walked into Elisa's room when I heard her singing a familiar song. Her voice was so cute, and she LOVES to sing, so I spied on her. She was in her room with Bella teaching her a beloved nursery rhyme. I recognized the tune, but only when I got closer did I realize that Elisa, for some reason, had the lyrics all wrong... Here's what I heard..<br /><br />"Oh my god he had a farm.. E-I-E-I-O........"<br /><br />Where did I fail her in the learning of this song? I KNOW I have sung it to her before... WHAT WENT WRONG???Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-45000698599764261732008-12-14T22:37:00.004-05:002008-12-14T22:53:59.090-05:00Snoopy Come HomeI saw this movie when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old.. My parents had gone out for dinner and left my older sister Lisa, my younger sister Jenna and me with a babysitter. We were all Snoopy fans, especially Jenna who carried around a Snoopy for YEARS, until all that was left of it was a gray, bald Snoopy head. But we all loved Snoopy movies, so I am sure our babysitter thought " Yay!!I can put on this show for the girls and I won't have to do anything all night for them.... Groovy!!!!!!" (It was in the 70's of course...)<br /><br /> Oh my goodness, was she wrong...<br /><br />This movie had the three of us in a crying fit. Seriously, we were inconsolable- and I think for years we all had the "Snoopy Come Home" theme song in our heads. And also the " No Dogs Allowed" song... When I saw that this movie was on TV a few weeks ago I made sure to DVR it... it's such a great movie, but still makes me tear up a bit!!! Get out the Kleenex, Lisa and Jenna!!! :)<br /><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igju1LdC3G8<br /><br />( You have to copy and paste it.. sorry!!!)<br /><br /><br />:)Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-71913517307198003242008-12-14T00:24:00.005-05:002008-12-14T23:01:05.726-05:00Out of the mouths of babes....The other day, Will's best friend had a sleepover at our house. After school, we had to go to a little Christmas party, where Elisa sat on Santa's lap and Bella screamed her head off. Will and his friend went to the Gingerbread Shop during this fiasco, and I gave them each a few dollars to buy a little treat for themselves... They found me after a few minutes, and they were both very excited. They had each bought two little superballs, and the lady at the Gingerbread shop had wrapped them up in a holiday bag. Very cute.<br /><br />We got back home, and Tyler, (Will's friend) was struggling to carry his backpack, overnight bag, sweatshirt and superball bag. I was helping Elisa and Bella into the house, so Tyler said, "Will! Can you please help me?!" and Will ran over, saw that Tyler needed help carrying something, and said "Okay- I'll grab your ball bag...."<br /><br />I almost died laughing.....Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-8841415376739935202008-12-10T16:44:00.003-05:002008-12-10T17:10:54.422-05:00Quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen..I am not sure which part cracks me up the most, but I have to admit that putting Elmo in there and watching him dance made me laugh myself into another asthma attack!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-34d7fa35c956fe77 height=266 width=320 contentId="34d7fa35c956fe77"></OBJECT>Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-888853058742176282008-12-09T22:00:00.007-05:002008-12-09T22:47:19.842-05:00All I want for Christmas.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WedVktyw1TlrOzYuO9qPPQrKzKYgjibUntBUybZNi9P4r23R4OnACUj-6UJRZM2USaxy7gWUodZvEaRoCGOXlK06itrfeDyRGGPFTuQiAxe-pn18x15h6JHxz5SkpLhkBeihgDwe7XQ/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WedVktyw1TlrOzYuO9qPPQrKzKYgjibUntBUybZNi9P4r23R4OnACUj-6UJRZM2USaxy7gWUodZvEaRoCGOXlK06itrfeDyRGGPFTuQiAxe-pn18x15h6JHxz5SkpLhkBeihgDwe7XQ/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278000651313637586" /></a><br />Dear Santa:<br /><br /> I know you are in the business of giving.. I love that, don't get me wrong!! I was just wondering if you are capable of working some small, tiny miracles as well. You see, my 18 month old is at a stage where she really likes to do things that, well, drive me insane. I mean, really to the point of craziness. There are just a few things about her behavior I'd like to have tweaked, and I was really hoping you could help me out with this. It's really, really all I want for Christmas..<br /><br />Here goes..<br /><br />1.) Could you please make her stop being obsessed with the laundry detergent? I don't like to find her in the laundry room sitting atop a pile of Gain powder detergent. The first time was cute.. the 50th time, not so much.<br /><br />2.) Could you maybe find a way to prevent her from dumping out and playing with the dog's food and water? It must happen about 10 times a day. Oh, and it would be great if you could also prevent her from slipping and falling in that disgusting mess as well. Dog food smells very gross.<br /><br />3.) Is there a way you could prevent her from turning off the TV whenever we are watching something she knows we want to see? That would be great.<br /><br />4.) I'd love it if she would eat something other than M&M's once in a while. That would make both my pediatrician and me happy!!!<br /><br />5.) Bella has recently become obsessed with my Brillo pads. I used to keep them under my sink (which is the most convenient place to keep them) but have had to hide them in my pantry as of late. I was tired of finding them in our shoes and in the entertainment center. Could you maybe work some magic so I can keep them where I need them?<br /><br />6.) Here's a biggie. Bella likes to pinch us. Really hard. And she knows what she's doing because when she pinches someone, SHE say's "OUCH"!!! So, if you could make her stop doing that, we'd be much happier and way less bruised.<br /><br />7.) This is a special request from Elmo, our blind/deaf poodle... 'Yes, I love chocolate, but I am old and cannot tell if there is foil on the chocolate Bella is giving me. Foil covered chocolate is easier to INGEST than to actually DIGEST, if you know what I mean.. could we teach Bella how to peel the chocolate before feeding it to me? Thanks...' <br /><br />8.) A new set of round doorknobs rather than the handles we have on our doors would be great, since Bella has learned not only to open the door and run outside with Elmo, but also that it makes Mommy run outside like a crazy person to look for her. Seeing Mommy run is funny. Round doorknobs would make life ever so much easier for me... and a lot less humiliating if neighbors happen to be walking by.<br /><br />9.) Okay- one last thing... could you keep her as sweet and innocent-looking as she is, but take away the mischievous acts? My life would go a whole lot smoother that way, and I wouldn't lose her cuteness!!!<br /><br /> Well, Santa, there it is... all I want for Christmas. I hope it doesn't seem like too much to ask!!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-54341093111343718652008-12-04T09:10:00.008-05:002008-12-04T17:43:11.781-05:00I Hate DollsHate them. So if YOU like dolls, please don't read this post, okay? But I have never liked dolls, even as a kid. I don't like clowns either, but that is a story for another day. Anyways, I try to hide my dislike (fear) of dolls from Elisa, who loves them. She asked for a Baby Chou Chou from Santa, which she will be getting for Christmas. It talks and crawls, and drinks a bottle. We even got her a stroller for it. I'm okay with it because it's hidden away in a closet until Christmas day. I haven't bought her many other dolls, and my parents bought her a Bitty Baby years ago- so she maybe has 3 or 4 of them. She doesn't play with them often, thank God, she likes her princesses and Polly Pockets, and so do I. But every once in a while, she wants to find a baby doll, put it in her stroller and walk it around. I put on a brave face and play along, but I am always looking for the doll to do something weird- I have watched way to many scary movies!!<br /><br />Sometimes we go to an Amish restaurant that has a huge gift shop upstairs. There is a small room that is FILLED with the most realistic baby dolls I have even seen- from newborn babies to those creepy kid dolls who stand in the corner with their faces to the wall like they've been "bad". UGH- what sick-o made those dolls and who the HELL would want one in their house? And what about the dolls that are 4 feet tall? Elisa wanted one the last time we went to this gift shop, and all I could imagine was waking up and having it standing next to my bed. I know it's an irrational fear, but I can't help it. If that doll was in my house, I would never sleep. Once, when we were in that creepy gift shop room, Jack (who knows how I feel..) said, "Oh my God, Mom, I could SWEAR that doll's head just moved".. I must have looked like I was having a seizure the way I got myself out of there. So, the point is, I hate baby dolls.<br /><br />So, a few days ago, Bella came out of the playroom with a doll I had not see in a LONG time- I barely even remembered it at all, so I said " Elisa, is this yours?" She said "Yes, I got it when we lived in our old house and I was three." It looks like an okay doll, but you turn on the switch and it makes cooing noises, it says 'Mama" and giggles a little bit. It's mostly just indistinguishable babbling. Last night I was brushing Elisa's teeth and Bella came into the bathroom with the freaking doll. And Elisa said "It got in the light." I didn't know what she meant, so I said " What?" and she says "That's what the doll says.. 'It got in the light'.." and I pressed the doll's stomach (where the button is) and sure enough, after the 3rd time pressing the stomach, it says clear as day, " It got in the light".... WHAT THE !@!#$%^&*??!?! I have goosebumps typing this right now- I swear. I am not lying, I am not imagining it, I am not even trying too hard to hear it. It says "IT GOT IN THE LIGHT"- what does that mean?!?<br /><br />Needless to say, the doll is in the garbage can in the garage, waiting for pick-up tomorrow morning. The trash guy cannot come soon enough. Now I am re-thinking the purchase of the Baby Chou Chou.. I can just see it being all great for the first few weeks, and then hearing it say something like "Take me for a walk in my new stroller, beyotch!!" I will commit myself to an institution!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-41173571123484824112008-11-29T22:28:00.013-05:002008-11-30T08:32:35.029-05:00At Long Last......I finally got around to blogging again.. It's been a while because I tried so hard to post a video (for the first time..)of Jack playing the jazz version of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town".. a piece his teacher said is one that will "bring him to a new level of expertise" in piano.. He plays it so well, he gives us the goosebumps. I look at his music and wonder how he can possibly READ it, let alone play it and memorize it. It's amazing to me. He's been taking piano lessons now for over 2 years with the best piano teacher in the world. She is very strict, very demanding, but so caring- and so all the boys want to do is please her. I love that... But anyways, I wanted to post a video of Jack playing his piece, but I guess that being the spaz I am, I can't do it. Any tips anyone can give me about how to post videos would be so appreciated!!!! I'll move on now........<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyc_1a4I_8fLk9fOaikrPQoK7xxUC9B93zOjfh6Rg3XB2y3mnQ_BrgRBoMF7g1Lw_i434m-cNDmTFNdeqyDaQeFv9eIDNiLL64KddVFHxno2e3jTFHwLQ0Z-GZ8FTY6qz1KjfMYFpV0-g/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyc_1a4I_8fLk9fOaikrPQoK7xxUC9B93zOjfh6Rg3XB2y3mnQ_BrgRBoMF7g1Lw_i434m-cNDmTFNdeqyDaQeFv9eIDNiLL64KddVFHxno2e3jTFHwLQ0Z-GZ8FTY6qz1KjfMYFpV0-g/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274294297005365474" /></a><br />We had an AWESOME Thanksgiving week starting out in Disney World in Orlando, and ending up at the Disney Resort on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. We've been there before, but the kids were younger then.. so this year was different. The boys were able to head off on their own- to play pool, ping-pong, or just explore the place. I am not one to let my kids wander off without me, but I felt completely safe here, and the boys had a blast without their annoying, nerdy Mom hovering over them at all times! A good time was had by all! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-TW24ysBFOEWYMThgLRXWCIEV4thYLVUUPMAzTOnpC8-7nCckQpVOcxNAeePE_izYGElHSuzaAVT-6VDXTQSbJ62i1tk6xfVTmuLeEfSh87bj8v8oiGWRzCPIgsGmwAg_bwgZe14l-E/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-TW24ysBFOEWYMThgLRXWCIEV4thYLVUUPMAzTOnpC8-7nCckQpVOcxNAeePE_izYGElHSuzaAVT-6VDXTQSbJ62i1tk6xfVTmuLeEfSh87bj8v8oiGWRzCPIgsGmwAg_bwgZe14l-E/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274295357172196434" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-S91mCNs3_QY8nQA90tlGW6TExAKFoO7Ilp1kRA9mfAiJsNF9WoVZrpAlr7FQRf7_QotkY6ilDmgNg2tsdSI8Szg-LKq843o4id_2gycPAS0tiQGqKPRDMfG69Sp0oRLUaEACHWHbb_U/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-S91mCNs3_QY8nQA90tlGW6TExAKFoO7Ilp1kRA9mfAiJsNF9WoVZrpAlr7FQRf7_QotkY6ilDmgNg2tsdSI8Szg-LKq843o4id_2gycPAS0tiQGqKPRDMfG69Sp0oRLUaEACHWHbb_U/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274296420898175922" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSM9Fk9xy89akYTOVJ_PlKejRTe3xIreEJkNKHWD6Ktoty-eeGtHyumYSqrZKzNy_gC6w0-SIHF_dSFCRln7fZOtobT3_ti6CJ4oF-iyfrjk6REBPOh5rYc2AkmpbD-5bhPQkUDrpn-9Q/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSM9Fk9xy89akYTOVJ_PlKejRTe3xIreEJkNKHWD6Ktoty-eeGtHyumYSqrZKzNy_gC6w0-SIHF_dSFCRln7fZOtobT3_ti6CJ4oF-iyfrjk6REBPOh5rYc2AkmpbD-5bhPQkUDrpn-9Q/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297099221629250" /></a><br /> When we got back, I had to finish up my house decorating- and one thing I had forgotten about was a lighted snowman I bought on sale last year after Christmas. I set it up, put it on our front porch, and went off to decorate something else. When I came back, I saw Elisa all dressed up, DANCING with this snowman who was just her size. She has been watching WAY too much of her Princess Christmas movies!! But she is so cute, it kills me!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoeiWx_44dHotVjTxczjSyyGo3oVqcdLvSgwS7hndQb0EJpfG3nI2RGQVAvsyN5cZH0KBGTty5CuXr74zC-CBTnRqZt1Y8ZYYvu4YS3Z3pUAx58AOsOQR_kUo0UlAtuVYfRs6x8x4ihI/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoeiWx_44dHotVjTxczjSyyGo3oVqcdLvSgwS7hndQb0EJpfG3nI2RGQVAvsyN5cZH0KBGTty5CuXr74zC-CBTnRqZt1Y8ZYYvu4YS3Z3pUAx58AOsOQR_kUo0UlAtuVYfRs6x8x4ihI/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297786758103202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxVpA1tO0KiKxiELrjUyZUdTrY7T3XCsszKzsMjG9F4GFtRIatjHYrL3cge8bXMfbgflfv9YQOMc9uNlhYyqf1Y83Cg_f1Py8A4tUrP9wD_afsAxfusaIOd3BCo3T8jCnxLsJvV6zUXQ/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-35.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxVpA1tO0KiKxiELrjUyZUdTrY7T3XCsszKzsMjG9F4GFtRIatjHYrL3cge8bXMfbgflfv9YQOMc9uNlhYyqf1Y83Cg_f1Py8A4tUrP9wD_afsAxfusaIOd3BCo3T8jCnxLsJvV6zUXQ/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274298247925083490" /></a><br /><br />Oh.. and one more thing.. Jack and Will can put on a great Freak Show.... I'm scared.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlF_BOQFI9dHL1LJGxwcFGejdcEb29k8z3cnMxIHTkeRBBje0VIYyr4UqDmN9R-idxBpdN-NoZkWVRB6GMjUwv-j40mw3CYS7aZDNtet8n1UCGI2he7mcCkLIbe6eq_CVJ0AG4Xfwvzo/s1600-h/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-40.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlF_BOQFI9dHL1LJGxwcFGejdcEb29k8z3cnMxIHTkeRBBje0VIYyr4UqDmN9R-idxBpdN-NoZkWVRB6GMjUwv-j40mw3CYS7aZDNtet8n1UCGI2he7mcCkLIbe6eq_CVJ0AG4Xfwvzo/s320/south+carolina+Nov.+2008-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274298831791456274" /></a><br /><br />I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-38755695842817972192008-11-17T07:08:00.017-05:002008-11-17T23:24:19.338-05:00"Something just doesn't feel quite right...."Every Friday afternoon, Elisa has her ballet class. She has been taking this class for almost 2 years now at the YMCA and she LOVES it. She has always had the same teacher, Miss Lauren, and Elisa cannot wait to get to class after school on Fridays.<br />However, this past Friday was different. A LOT different. In fact, if I knew just how different it was going to be and how many questions I would have to answer regarding this particular ballet class, I would have probably taken her to Friendly's instead for an ice cream. <br />We got to the YMCA and quickly changed into her leotard, tights and ballet slippers, and ran into the classroom. But wait! Where was Miss Lauren? She wasn't in the classroom like she usually is, but there was a young man in there doing some paperwork. When he looked up, he smiled and told Elisa that he would be her ballet teacher for the next few weeks as Miss Lauren was "away". I don't think Elisa was even fazed by this until he stood up (very gracefully, I might add) and tiptoed over to a table where he put on HIS ballet slippers that were exactly like Elisa's, and took her over to the bar to stretch. I have no idea what was going through my tiny girl's head as this was happening, but she just shot me a "What?!?" look as she followed him. She seemed to do well during the class, and he was great with her, so it all turned out okay. But I know that as we first realized that he was going to be her NEW ballet teacher, our first thought was "Something just doesn't feel right.."<br /><br />Here's a clip from SNL (on YouTube with Beyonce and Justin Timberlake dancing to her new song 'Single Ladies') that made me laugh.....you may have to copy and paste it.. sorry! But it's worth it....<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C8vrcZglpoKrissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-13080666341124679022008-11-12T18:53:00.009-05:002008-11-12T22:09:19.658-05:00I love him to death but he drives me INSANE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdg8kIV6xwBc6EcMRex7aYtfwZrMa2WioVrf9yIIkujcDB38p82_0C1Jw1S6_aXlO7ngXGdoKHC-IPOisTnGci8J0gOBptZt43iD3VRh5IEv5b2gyiI-Kz6tp6jBngHg2-doCXJvpcbL0/s1600-h/Summer+2008!!-191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdg8kIV6xwBc6EcMRex7aYtfwZrMa2WioVrf9yIIkujcDB38p82_0C1Jw1S6_aXlO7ngXGdoKHC-IPOisTnGci8J0gOBptZt43iD3VRh5IEv5b2gyiI-Kz6tp6jBngHg2-doCXJvpcbL0/s320/Summer+2008!!-191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267933365108203506" /></a><br /><br />And I'm not even talking about my husband. I am talking about my 9 year old, Will. Don't get me wrong, he's a great kid, very funny and very smart. However, when Will doesn't want to do something (school work or house chores) he puts on a dramatic display that would make Humphrey Bogart jealous. Oh, the dramatics! I am not even kidding a little bit. And it's not even a new trait of his. This is a skill he has honed for, oh, 7 years or so. My sister Lisa experienced it firsthand years ago, when Will was 2, and he was sleeping on the floor with his cousins. He woke up with a bit of a chill, and for the next 3 hours, chanted " I'm cold, I'm freezing, I'm freezing, I'm cold" over and over and freakin OVER again. If you don't believe me, just ask her. She will still say that to him to this day whenever he starts to complain about something.<br /> <br />Last week at Elisa's ballet lessons, Will stated that he was a tad thirsty. When I told him I had no change and a ten dollar bill, making it impossible to use the vending machine, he had a mini-freakout. And by mini, I mean he said "I'm thirsty" about 200 times, and I am not exaggerating at all. He asked me a million times to check the diaper bag for change, he begged me to let him try to get a $1.50 soda using a 10 dollar bill. It went on for the whole class.. 45 minutes. I thought I was going to have a heart attack from the stress of listening to it. It was awful.<br /><br />But tonight, oh tonight, we had the performance to end all performances from Will. He got into the car at pick-up time with a pained look on his face. My first thought (besides 'Oh, CRAP! Here we go..') was that he either was seriously ill, or he has.. gasp....HOMEWORK TO DO. It was homework that was so paining Will. Turns out he was assigned a 'writing prompt' in preparation for the Florida Writes test that every 4th grader has to take and pass to get into 5th grade. The assignment was to write about a chore you have to do at home, and why it's important. Not too hard right? Wrong. What transpired when we got home was 6 hours (I have the piano teacher to prove this) of crying, acting disoriented and confused, saying he doesn't "get it", and complaining that his "nose hurts so bad" ( I was confused about that one too, don't feel bad..) It was the worst temper fit from him I have ever seen. He pulled out all the stops.. his 'nose hurt', his 'knee seemed swollen', he hated the substitute teacher, his friend Ethan ate something inedible in science class, Ethan got sent to the principal, and the whole class had to walk laps at recess all because of Ethan (once again..I was confused by this one as well..)Six hours. Six HOURS. SIX HOURS. Not even kidding a little bit. In fact, usually when I am blogging about a kid incident, I find myself smiling, and sometimes laughing as I type. Not tonight. He's upstairs brushing his teeth, readying himself for bed at my request.<br /> He did end up completing his prompt, and it came out great, but I think he aged me 15 years tonight.... I love him to death but he can drive me up the wall. Like I always say to him, "It's a good thing you're cute!!!"Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-40355758358475787182008-10-31T21:00:00.013-04:002008-10-31T21:50:07.576-04:00So, what are you?After trick-or-treating with the kids tonight, I looked at my kids and realized just how different they all are. Such unique individuals, yet all so perfect in my eyes. So, that leads to a question... are you a Jack?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd3w54WO5LX-i6xxe4W_EdWLNLTRqjccnB6czGsvfspT6rZj4hBzLnNGRmv4l_wAvPkfZcFcIzOQ0q5ADQ-2XhejG6KnWIlDkMl_2xo33m1FSXDBhGKswEDXiIZ5jkq7WtJtdPvYRZJQ/s1600-h/halloween+day+night-105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd3w54WO5LX-i6xxe4W_EdWLNLTRqjccnB6czGsvfspT6rZj4hBzLnNGRmv4l_wAvPkfZcFcIzOQ0q5ADQ-2XhejG6KnWIlDkMl_2xo33m1FSXDBhGKswEDXiIZ5jkq7WtJtdPvYRZJQ/s320/halloween+day+night-105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263496081119482674" /></a><br />A Will?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWxahEJFHgmvcq1CoMJrXl4V1PQxvG7pnkDGt99_uvmrij7V5EyACgI0_df6UKnKYWgcF3DElFXcrnP3juA4U18nSYHtH38sU8MD2oTGTDOt_OvxwZMNPzY_f-Nzd3t7awdB0eU6gJxA/s1600-h/halloween+day+night-106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWxahEJFHgmvcq1CoMJrXl4V1PQxvG7pnkDGt99_uvmrij7V5EyACgI0_df6UKnKYWgcF3DElFXcrnP3juA4U18nSYHtH38sU8MD2oTGTDOt_OvxwZMNPzY_f-Nzd3t7awdB0eU6gJxA/s320/halloween+day+night-106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263496581490764354" /></a><br />An Elisa?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-Yal6ua_EmrzV7qYDyP8q7zI4UeK2hqeGtPuWqQIE6xOSTDufSHGAL06QHiTEIKfaCxtxTHqGUqkHcg7pZvFdcXbsAPxLauiGQw_U98usLGJnlW1hdZe4rb96REIWIixt3cjj09tyMw/s1600-h/halloween+day+night-107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-Yal6ua_EmrzV7qYDyP8q7zI4UeK2hqeGtPuWqQIE6xOSTDufSHGAL06QHiTEIKfaCxtxTHqGUqkHcg7pZvFdcXbsAPxLauiGQw_U98usLGJnlW1hdZe4rb96REIWIixt3cjj09tyMw/s320/halloween+day+night-107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263500360132044482" /></a><br />Or a Bella?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdDKFMqrRHWwMLXwt6pxDOxlVdT3-36oFcjPKZhUcgrFoNNpP6nI9S9rRz-kuABJpzlrFUdr6jbBRbtvTS7SQfifGwkfaVYoN62nQ05U27tGXe8z46ul2cFauw_V6uyCG-pyAF99Jj0s/s1600-h/hallween+day+night-099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdDKFMqrRHWwMLXwt6pxDOxlVdT3-36oFcjPKZhUcgrFoNNpP6nI9S9rRz-kuABJpzlrFUdr6jbBRbtvTS7SQfifGwkfaVYoN62nQ05U27tGXe8z46ul2cFauw_V6uyCG-pyAF99Jj0s/s320/halloween+day+night-099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263497585443699586" /></a>Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-81662953125904781922008-10-19T17:23:00.020-04:002008-10-19T18:45:51.018-04:00Halloween Party 2008Every year I throw the kids a little Halloween Party at our house. It's not a huge deal, they each invite 2 or 3 friends, and it's only for a few hours. I love planning it and decorating for it, and the kids get SOOO excited for it too. I never let anyone see the decorations or anything else until after school when the party starts, so they are always suprised!! Last year, we lived in a small house, and looking back now, I'm not really sure how I did it. But this year was different and so much better. The kids had a great time and this year I remembered to take pictures as well (I usually forget..) <br /><br />So, the kids came in and saw the Halloween house all blown up, the "Caution- Enter if you Dare" tape, and "Halloween Party in Progress" sign. Fred had also taped over the house number, so all it said was '13'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIa0Z4_UY-_2M-A4DTT9Gyxl8I_MNRiUo92AKauFy95MHdQD4J4GbN779HNv06wlGLlK6km3_0VmlO8ir-l9Ll0a6P7X-__I1zH6v2YnpYdRatO6hXG-lqHBCEpMPQ8nTyY8Rf6dwRFE/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIa0Z4_UY-_2M-A4DTT9Gyxl8I_MNRiUo92AKauFy95MHdQD4J4GbN779HNv06wlGLlK6km3_0VmlO8ir-l9Ll0a6P7X-__I1zH6v2YnpYdRatO6hXG-lqHBCEpMPQ8nTyY8Rf6dwRFE/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993135671964210" /></a><br /><br />You can't really see much of it, but you get the idea! The next thing they saw when they came in was the spider web that had their goody bags attached- they needed to follow the string to their bag. Normally I'd wait until the end of a party to give out goody bags, but it was very annoying with kids running through the living room with a spider web everywhere!!! So, we did that first..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2B9FfFmyIl31KAbDAKOFv88fUfy1Yv2i4cl_NgX6AsyUm_6K5uZzAdA61oTsevlUaxMwzLxCV2PiB034qhiGExvCTDm99FKLsyZadR4-I9bwJeGg2dP5J4GtpxJGPSTsoFz9FGEtEyM/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2B9FfFmyIl31KAbDAKOFv88fUfy1Yv2i4cl_NgX6AsyUm_6K5uZzAdA61oTsevlUaxMwzLxCV2PiB034qhiGExvCTDm99FKLsyZadR4-I9bwJeGg2dP5J4GtpxJGPSTsoFz9FGEtEyM/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258994271216874722" /></a><br /><br />Can you see Bella with some sort of yellow stick in her hand? Her feet are a blur because she was in full-on frenzy mode trying to figure out how to get through the safety gate and ruin the spider's web- which she eventually did. This was after she had repeatedly emptied ALL of the goody bags I had just filled! <br /><br />Next was the best part.. we dyed the pool red to look like blood. At first I was nervous because I was afraid it would stain the pool red forever- but after a day it was clear again, and no harm was done- it was so worth it!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi637qbdI8LZSOyPjgutm7Cg21TxW2L30JiGVFk_PFYnaCUcxZicz5EVNE9O1v5BeVEKT249KOLXw0BxFyk_AUUKHEWL1FNWdCjhQNJQAbb9yIGtc3a8rI2XKuZhwVDyd4n1Fu498qQQYI/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi637qbdI8LZSOyPjgutm7Cg21TxW2L30JiGVFk_PFYnaCUcxZicz5EVNE9O1v5BeVEKT249KOLXw0BxFyk_AUUKHEWL1FNWdCjhQNJQAbb9yIGtc3a8rI2XKuZhwVDyd4n1Fu498qQQYI/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258984506004198962" /></a><br /><br />Of course all of the kids wanted to go swimming, but I said no only because I was so afraid I would be sending them home from the party with a completely different skin tone than they had when they arrived. <br /><br />Next they did the standard 'Donut on a String' eating contest... which is always entertaining to watch. Will won but we're pretty sure he cheated. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26K2pPTok64Xm8LL6Fge56m2lB9M7dbzMZ_Kcv2Ya5DkYZyzlQOXC8EHaic_OnaAyj73gfkcWBiI2nfcHhCY1jh8PksDzbKv4rfoTujQnyw8_ORO7JaLK13yh_eJ4eb04wVzPMlloR88/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26K2pPTok64Xm8LL6Fge56m2lB9M7dbzMZ_Kcv2Ya5DkYZyzlQOXC8EHaic_OnaAyj73gfkcWBiI2nfcHhCY1jh8PksDzbKv4rfoTujQnyw8_ORO7JaLK13yh_eJ4eb04wVzPMlloR88/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258989946336577026" /></a><br />Please click on this picture just so you can see Will's face... this is what I live with every day. It's like living with a caffeine-crazed monkey.<br /><br />Then came my FAVORITE part.. having the kids put their hands into buckets of gross things. They all get really freaked out about it, but since this was the 4th year of me doing this, I think they were pretty sure they could guess what the gross things really were. I had Trolls Eyes (frozen cranberries), Werewolf Vomit (chocolate pudding with peas in it), Worms and Maggots (chicken noodle soup with dry rice in it), Bat's Wings (warm leaves of Romaine lettuce), Mummified Toes (peanuts in shells), and Witches Fingernails (dry crunched up pasta). I took them by 2's into The Autopsy Room that was only lit up with a black light and 2 blinking skeletons, and closed the door behind them. What they didn't know was that Fred was hiding in the closet, and when I said "Mummified Toes!" he jumped out and scared the crap out of them. Even my own kids had no idea Fred was home- we told them he was in Tampa. So, when I took Will and his friend into the room, Fred jumped out, scared them, and went back in the closet.. I said " Hey, Will- didn't Dad suprise you? You didn't even know he was home!!" And he looked at me dead serious and said "That was Dad?" As if it would be perfectly acceptable to have a complete stranger jump out of a laundry room closet. Oh, Will...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynW4eDFjnTF10gCicLp3fpMfz5cNMnREcflZqM5HEgULY1o5Y4YH6V7uGn4nABW6lv9H9w07PQ9nm2k7zzMEB9ChHCWxRXc6GIabLK3RjnLjzOpqtkPRSeLODLxyCJzZDu-0HEG4-wZU/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynW4eDFjnTF10gCicLp3fpMfz5cNMnREcflZqM5HEgULY1o5Y4YH6V7uGn4nABW6lv9H9w07PQ9nm2k7zzMEB9ChHCWxRXc6GIabLK3RjnLjzOpqtkPRSeLODLxyCJzZDu-0HEG4-wZU/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258988874313950434" /></a><br /><br />Anyways, the kids loved that part and it went very well. No one could guess what everything was.. Phew! Next we did the pinata, and then the kids played, ate pizza, and went home!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEC-rZc9dsUvC80d0jjmGJL6ernXoAxuIwWT2kvftuzeojeZCug16JiHH5VB4RseVuCE5AuzT93EhlJcv8ae1EuAv5HdMU1zDGbiM0I4zUba3-MGB4-oSgk-XDjfNLXlAHdEvgDFLZZA/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEC-rZc9dsUvC80d0jjmGJL6ernXoAxuIwWT2kvftuzeojeZCug16JiHH5VB4RseVuCE5AuzT93EhlJcv8ae1EuAv5HdMU1zDGbiM0I4zUba3-MGB4-oSgk-XDjfNLXlAHdEvgDFLZZA/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258990741155704162" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DufdEHxt8KqtNRbIwockd7dbfr_vhTn-41Z4KCZxud39RQA9k3_e77ZhDmM2ELTjaWUG_Zy9hyBV9TYvgHBDa9tFCRudFutwLk9xmtMvVp3ySFQ4kkzA7yKsMhYB3AB-PHTqMiDfPpM/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-42.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DufdEHxt8KqtNRbIwockd7dbfr_vhTn-41Z4KCZxud39RQA9k3_e77ZhDmM2ELTjaWUG_Zy9hyBV9TYvgHBDa9tFCRudFutwLk9xmtMvVp3ySFQ4kkzA7yKsMhYB3AB-PHTqMiDfPpM/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998577626220258" /></a><br /><br />I was ready to die of exhaustion by the time everyone left, but when my awesome friend Tracy came to pick up her daughter, she offered to watch the kids so Fred and I could go out to dinner. She has no idea of how much I appreciated (and needed) a nice relaxing dinner and a few glasses of wine!! Thanks again sooo much Tracy!!<br />I hope that they kids had a great time and I can't wait to do it again next year!!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKKmGe-yOL8wTHFEuLYkq8XfM38szWXNX27EzAzjT-3vr90BLPjt2m4wwJG29csybBDENEr1qKx3gDQiqNYN4f2FLF2L2UclvssJJHDraeVlJ0NaGFhxarl4V-Qa89laojCBkVzG_-wQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+2008-20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKKmGe-yOL8wTHFEuLYkq8XfM38szWXNX27EzAzjT-3vr90BLPjt2m4wwJG29csybBDENEr1qKx3gDQiqNYN4f2FLF2L2UclvssJJHDraeVlJ0NaGFhxarl4V-Qa89laojCBkVzG_-wQ/s320/Halloween+Party+2008-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258991913890298274" /></a>Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-477787166486900822008-10-15T23:26:00.003-04:002008-10-15T23:56:01.226-04:00My very own Bitty Baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8R5GQ0UpmUeD90F_Y62o5YzHEGY9CS1SsPmZNRasqWZ1obc89mmO3OXP3r0LNyzC_phXWqmOODXwVlIbN0xGcpGQqVxTbeiz8f8xHT70kK88XBWxDPZMPLeexBwSSaAokHcD_SOC1QU/s1600-h/bella+newold+319.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8R5GQ0UpmUeD90F_Y62o5YzHEGY9CS1SsPmZNRasqWZ1obc89mmO3OXP3r0LNyzC_phXWqmOODXwVlIbN0xGcpGQqVxTbeiz8f8xHT70kK88XBWxDPZMPLeexBwSSaAokHcD_SOC1QU/s320/bella+newold+319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257588433813960578" /></a><br /> I finally got Bella to sleep tonight- and I was just staring at her. She is still so tiny at 16 months, and people still ask me if she's about a year old.. it drives me nuts since I have been explaining (with no real reason to give at all..) that she was very small when she was born.. she was 4 pounds and 14 ounces and she was only 3 weeks early. I am so sick of telling this tale, it's unbelievable. The questions and looks I have gotten since her birth have driven me close to the point of insanity. I have NO FREAKING IDEA why she was so small. But, she was, and I am so glad I was able to capture her smallness on film, since now I can't even comprehend her true 'tininess' (Is that even a word? If not, it should be...)<br /> She is lying next to a Bitty Baby in this picture ( and she is SO P-O'ed to be doing so..) and anyone who has a Bitty Baby knows just how small they are. I also have a picture of her next to a carton of eggs and a banana.. she is just so unbelievably small. But now I look at my baby Bella eating a banana the size of her head and dragging around the same Bitty Baby, and I see how big she is getting. It just kills me. <br /> Why do they have to get big so fast? I look at my kids right now, and I want to freeze them and keep them at these ages forever. I really have the best of all worlds. I have the big kid, Jack- so responsible, caring and kind- showing us a glimpse of the great person he's going to be someday. I have funny, mischievous Will, who keeps us on our toes, but laughing all the time. Elisa who is so smart and funny and beautiful..perfect qualities for a girl.. And baby Bella- cracking us up when she tries to sing along with Barney, and killing us with her cuteness. I wake up with these four great people and I feel like I've won the lottery..........Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-35331168208978646422008-10-14T22:44:00.004-04:002008-10-15T07:56:31.406-04:00He Pulled the Wool Over my Eyes... AGAIN!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXA7KMttvPDg92zY_Wr5RfBCkewGjTzKnDDCsOePfIUDTu-FZjrCpkB3DnHGKGxEwoaPnqJeiySVaEzV2a4Mz7FWqEb5lnnYZMuxaKAFSipQdNSI_ox-aPz9jCiYPpLkByYu5V4LVPohk/s1600-h/creepy+monkey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXA7KMttvPDg92zY_Wr5RfBCkewGjTzKnDDCsOePfIUDTu-FZjrCpkB3DnHGKGxEwoaPnqJeiySVaEzV2a4Mz7FWqEb5lnnYZMuxaKAFSipQdNSI_ox-aPz9jCiYPpLkByYu5V4LVPohk/s320/creepy+monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257342946171315794" /></a><br />I am talking about my 9 year old boy- Will. He is a riot, very funny, very smart, and very cute. However, Will is a smart ass. If you look up 'smart ass' in the dictionary, there is Will, smiling away. But the problem is, he isn't a smart ass in a fresh, mean-boy way. He's just funny, and wise and very quick with a come-back. I love that quality in a kid. I am not saying he gets away with misbehavior- he doesn't- but we may cut him some slack at times because the way he goes about his misbehavior is clever. He cracks me up.<br /><br />Usually.<br /><br />So, Will and Elisa attend the same elementary school. I was walking each of them into school every day, and after 2 months it got to be too much. See, I'm lazy- I don't like to have to get all gussied up in the morning like most of the other moms here on the ranch. Plus, I walk with Tracy most mornings, so what's the point? I guess I just decided that I could trust Will to make sure that Elisa got to her wing of the school, which is on the opposite side of the building as Will's classroom.<br /> <br />Turns out I was wrong. <br /><br />If it were Jack, not only would he make sure Elisa got to her classroom, but he'd tidy up the entire room, organize it, and then read the entire Dr. Seuss library to the Kindergarteners. That is just how Jack rolls. I didn't expect Will to put himself out that much, but I did expect him to walk her to her class LIKE HE TOLD ME HE WAS DOING EVERY DAY.<br /><br />Will is a very social kid- he likes to hang out with his friends before school in the reading room. When I thought he was walking Elisa to class, he was actually making a break for the reading room and leaving my 5 year old baby girl in the dust. I had no idea until this morning..<br /><br />Will woke up with a really bad, excruciating pain in what I call his "full-o-crap", and like a fool, I bought in to his dramatics and let him stay home. I had to take Elisa to school, so I showered, cancelled my walk with Tracy, and drove her. I wanted to make sure that someone was there to walk her into her classroom just like every day, right? Apparently not. When we got into the school, Elisa looked at me and said " You can leave me right here where Will leaves me..." and I said " What?! We're in the lobby! He leaves you here?"<br /><br />I had images of Will walking his little sister to her Kindergarten classroom, maybe with his arm around her shoulder, and a " Have a great day, Elisa!" as he delivered her safely to her teacher. Well, I was so wrong. He's abandoning her in the lobby and high-tailing it to the reading room... Tyler awaits...<br /><br />Needless to say, I had words with Will and he said that he "watches her walk down the hall until she gets to her room". Yeah, sure. Then he promised me he'd never leave her in the lobby again.. I guess we'll have to see!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-16932217477402251292008-10-08T22:46:00.004-04:002008-10-08T23:21:38.417-04:00People Say The Darndest Things....I was just reading my friend Jen's blog "True Confessions of a Scrapbooker" and she mentioned that a cashier made a comment that was unnecessary and inappropriate. Why are people so stupid and ignorant sometimes?? <br /><br /> Her experience brought me back many years to a time (in the 80's mind you) when I had a cute, short haircut. The 'cute' part may be up for debate, but I liked it at the time. My sister Lisa at "Inawannabe.blogspot.com" was with me at a store, where we were waiting to use an ATM that happened to be under repair. (Lisa, who is reading this, is now laughing at this point because she remembers this incident, and enjoys revelling in my pain...) Well, the repair-man looked up to see that there was a line forming behind my sister and me to use the ATM, and so he stood up, looked at us all, pointed towards ME, and said, " You may all line up behind this young man here.." I wanted to die. My sister almost did die in laughter... <br /> <br /> Why do people say the stupidest things sometimes???Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-18967686061174598892008-10-06T18:37:00.002-04:002008-10-06T18:48:23.404-04:00Pumpkins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ8NwJj02vxXZ6V8g-1Ji1ESn2WUw754Drylddy2Tx8v7-niPW5Uvydx81IFDxqF7EBakGEVMGAIqJB2EslXz7K6aLuk-zGgpIsEiN-l9Ih5U-owayFfnugwSNZvRZdpp1rR0VCAw-r8/s1600-h/pumpkins+2008-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ8NwJj02vxXZ6V8g-1Ji1ESn2WUw754Drylddy2Tx8v7-niPW5Uvydx81IFDxqF7EBakGEVMGAIqJB2EslXz7K6aLuk-zGgpIsEiN-l9Ih5U-owayFfnugwSNZvRZdpp1rR0VCAw-r8/s320/pumpkins+2008-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254174262286645922" /></a><br /> I was at Walmart (again!) today and bought the cutest pumpkin decorating kit I have ever seen! It's like a Mr. Potato Head for pumpkins, and the kids had so much fun decorating them. It's way easier than carving pumpkins, although we've already done that this year- and I'm sure we'll do it again- but this was a quick, easy and fun thing for them to do. And it was only $3.50 for each kit. Such a bargain!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-4747282199984553362008-10-05T19:19:00.005-04:002008-10-05T20:48:41.288-04:00Jackzilla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4BFgX2KH0wmDQp1Ec2k3vQbBuvrF906UDT3NQ83Zc3iuDSqUMtZ5yc7MO-FMEcWVcyxMUw0q63u83oM96HqvlBbw6vFtCByGCF5z0GQ1MawZzzsOsKJZSBfC0sc1WLtTtTmo9BaXW7Y/s1600-h/jack's+costume+2008-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4BFgX2KH0wmDQp1Ec2k3vQbBuvrF906UDT3NQ83Zc3iuDSqUMtZ5yc7MO-FMEcWVcyxMUw0q63u83oM96HqvlBbw6vFtCByGCF5z0GQ1MawZzzsOsKJZSBfC0sc1WLtTtTmo9BaXW7Y/s320/jack's+costume+2008-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253813784719896050" /></a><br /><br /> I said he'd be creative and I was right. We are confident that there will be no other "evil-gorilla-boy-holding-a-giant-blow-up-hammer" at the R. Dan Nolan Middle School. Phew.Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-45024689322160962022008-10-03T14:24:00.011-04:002008-10-03T18:37:48.428-04:00Halloween Preview<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydJerEx3WMRM_keeA2RfyioBbzfMVKk-jA_DQHxysg5UDuPEIgPmlvOeDvD5ZgBPYBFZqlvwJS1ycsFCe4_iYIUh2akL36Z_daomIus3qW24FMI9ncVjfy5q96Q736jAwLZo7gDLuNMM/s1600-h/recital+and+costumes+sept+oct+2008-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydJerEx3WMRM_keeA2RfyioBbzfMVKk-jA_DQHxysg5UDuPEIgPmlvOeDvD5ZgBPYBFZqlvwJS1ycsFCe4_iYIUh2akL36Z_daomIus3qW24FMI9ncVjfy5q96Q736jAwLZo7gDLuNMM/s320/recital+and+costumes+sept+oct+2008-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252998420056130370" /></a><br /><br /> Jack has not yet decided what to be for Halloween, and when I took this picture, he wasn't home from school, but I will post a picture of him when he decides. He's very creative, so I have no doubt it will be entertaining to see! Elisa has finally decided to be Belle, and she's very excited! We'll do her hair and make-up so she'll look very fancy, and Will, well apparently by the picture he is going as a skeleton with some kind of genetic deformity. It's a Walmart special- a black hooded sweatshirt with a skeleton printed on it. When the hood is zipped up over his face, there are holes he can see and breathe through. I tried to talk him out of this costume, but his mind was set. Oh well, he loves it.<br /><br /> I finished Bella's costume, and she tried it out today. She looks great. We'll be on our way up to Disney's Not-So-Spooky Halloween Party on Friday. We are all very excited! In Florida, we never have to worry about having to wear a coat over your costume. I dreaded having to do that as a kid. Here, we need to worry about overheating in a costume. I am hoping that it cools off a bit so we don't have a freak out... as depicted here....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCxW1qPBmWDIHDqeyNXqnUcyQWjeacKDpzmj0OO7li27qPJTtJYPg8pIiJg0d_wpN26xtzdK_O1ZM5-TvsMgT95VWscOL8MSNYoJ7IE238AqCraPKFtoqLp8YGPqbU6BNu7sySPLrGhw/s1600-h/recital+and+costumes+sept+oct+2008-15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCxW1qPBmWDIHDqeyNXqnUcyQWjeacKDpzmj0OO7li27qPJTtJYPg8pIiJg0d_wpN26xtzdK_O1ZM5-TvsMgT95VWscOL8MSNYoJ7IE238AqCraPKFtoqLp8YGPqbU6BNu7sySPLrGhw/s320/recital+and+costumes+sept+oct+2008-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252997211284044738" /></a><br /><br /> That would be bad. And it would go against our family rule: There is NO crying at Disney World.Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-31168808561876382442008-09-29T12:04:00.002-04:002008-09-29T12:18:59.007-04:00Bella's Halloween Costume<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0Vplz3tp8xFtZAxs-tXgq3jPaDYAJUFpWhr4pAY33RyKbINkURSpz9v39d1VbgsXN5DYGUAby0_qbBaArhKaAl-LkV3Z-_itW8zJgt1wyI2lZXprh5f9LILWXc6qyyk0sP1ZiHF6mEc/s1600-h/bella+and+boys-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0Vplz3tp8xFtZAxs-tXgq3jPaDYAJUFpWhr4pAY33RyKbINkURSpz9v39d1VbgsXN5DYGUAby0_qbBaArhKaAl-LkV3Z-_itW8zJgt1wyI2lZXprh5f9LILWXc6qyyk0sP1ZiHF6mEc/s320/bella+and+boys-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251475104903592706" /></a><br /><br /> I didn't know what Bella should be for her "first" Halloween. I know it's not really her first Halloween, but it is the first time she'll be dressing up for it. Last year at this time she was about 8 pounds! I really like to make Halloween costumes- one year I made Spiderman for Jack, and a Power Ranger for Will, and then a few years ago I made a Willy Wonka costume for Will. I am not handy at all with the sewing machine, and there's always a lot of swearing involved at first, but somehow I always get it right. Yesterday I made this pumpkin costume for Bella- it came out so great, and she LOVES it! We'll stuff it with something so it's going to be all puffed out, and she'll wear a black turtleneck and leggings underneath it! But I had to post this picture of it today because she just looked so cute, I couldn't stand it!!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-7932428959830014142008-09-26T20:48:00.004-04:002008-09-26T21:38:35.234-04:00The Birth Order of ChildrenToday I went to volunteer in Elisa's school because they were having an "Apple Extravaganza".. a party to celebrate all things apple... apple pie, apple cider, bobbing for apples, apple decorating. She had a BLAST. She is the tiniest, sweetest child with the biggest heart, and this was something she had been looking forward to for a few weeks... Today was finally the day, and she was excited because she knew I was coming in to help. She did not fully understand that I would have Bella with me... the 15 month old who refuses to sit in a stroller, lives to make a mess and leave chaos in her wake, and thrives on the very thought of possible destruction. She is a 7 year old boy with ADD in an 18 pound baby girl's body. Not kidding.<br /><br />I had the opportunity to talk to Elisa's teacher, who, it turns out, I really do like. She ADORES Elisa ( and really, how could you not adore such a sweet child?!) and told me how much she loves having her in her class. As I was talking to her, Bella was trying to reach an apple, but having a dialogue with herself.. " NO, no no!! Stop!..." and throwing the apple. She was running after it, fell down, and I said " Oh, You're okay..." Elisa's teacher looked at me like I should run to her to pick her up. I just said " She's fine, I saw the whole thing happen.. plus she's my fourth child- I know she's alright!" She looked at me and laughed nervously (she does NOT have kids- and isn't expecting one anytime soon as Elisa has confirmed...) A few minutes later, I put Bella down to run around and a lady stepped back and caught herself before she fell onto her. Elisa's teacher was, once again, right there as I said " Oh, she's fine!! Don't worry!!" She looked at me and said " Oh you crack me up!!" But did she mean it like "Oh, you are a cool, laid-back Mom" or " Tonight I am going to call Child Services"?! I don't know. All I know is that every moment I live and breathe is trying to keep my precious kids safe and happy, I AM experienced in this department, and I have 4 awesome kids to prove it!! <br /> Tonight, my friend Debbie sent me an e-mail that shows how you progress through the stages of motherhood and child-rearing, and it completely applies to me! When I went to pick up the kids after school, Bella had a lollipop, dropped it right outside my car, and I picked it up,wiped it on my jeans, and popped it right back in.. You just have to keep things in perspective, and remember... Five second rule!!!<br /><br />BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN <br /><br />1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy <br /><br />2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible. <br /><br />3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes. <br /><br />_____________________________________________________ <br /><br />Preparing for the Birth: <br /><br />1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously. <br /><br />2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing. <br /><br />3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month. <br /><br />______________________________________________________ <br /><br />The Layette: <br /><br /><br />1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau. <br /><br />2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains. <br /><br />3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they? <br /><br />______________________________________________________ <br /><br />Worries: <br /><br />1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby. <br /><br />2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your first born. <br /><br />3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing. <br /><br />______________________________________________ ________ <br /><br />Pacifier: <br /><br />1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it <br /><br />2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle. <br /><br />3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in. <br /><br />______________________________________________________ <br />Diapering: <br /><br />1st baby: You change your baby 's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not. <br /><br />2nd baby: You change their diape r every two to three hours, if needed. <br /><br />3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees. <br />__________________________________________________ <br /><br />Activities: <br /><br />1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour. <br /><br />2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics. <br /><br />3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner. <br /><br />______________________________________________________ <br /><br />Going Out: <br /><br />1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times. <br /><br />2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached. <br /><br />3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood. <br /><br />______________________________________________________ <br /><br />At Home: <br /><br />1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby. <br /> <br />2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby. <br /><br />3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children. <br /><br />____________________ __________________________________Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-39656009838696910422008-09-20T09:05:00.000-04:002008-09-20T09:05:02.551-04:00I don't scare easily, but....I was innocently making dinner the other night, and the TV was on in the backround. I heard an ad for Universal's Halloween Horror Nights and started to watch it. OH MY GOD. Had I known that this 30 second clip would scare the CRAP out of me, I would have turned the station. I didn't know that by watching this commercial, I would be sentenced to sleepless nights because I am too scared to go into the bathroom at night to pee! Seriously. My bathroom is covered with mirrors, and I am scared to death. <br /><br />I never knew of the urban legend about Bloody Mary until last year when a little girl in carpool told us about it.. apparently, if you say the words "Bloody Mary" three times into a mirror (in the dark)she will appear. So, this year, Bloody Mary is a theme at Universal. I know two things for sure, I will not be going to Universal's Halloween Horror nights, and even though I am 38 years old, I will NEVER NEVER say the words "Bloody Mary" into a mirror in the dark. Ever. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbI0fxF9fjA">YouTube - Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights 18 2008 Commercial Bloody Mary (HQ)</a>Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-75230413789989129692008-09-18T11:55:00.005-04:002008-09-18T12:19:26.980-04:00The Perfect Tool, continued......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRA5_KxeWr0fvvT48JH8-b007ruffs40aqEpyZT-CYAOYODP5Q5lYAw7qMtV1oLIZWe4nUtqK0M4tIqQXWTy_vLmng49vMRLznk_7hYV2tebv4ttPIeDEsMoYTFXMD_USRN6k-WQGTtO8/s1600-h/late+august-sept+2008-48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRA5_KxeWr0fvvT48JH8-b007ruffs40aqEpyZT-CYAOYODP5Q5lYAw7qMtV1oLIZWe4nUtqK0M4tIqQXWTy_vLmng49vMRLznk_7hYV2tebv4ttPIeDEsMoYTFXMD_USRN6k-WQGTtO8/s320/late+august-sept+2008-48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247394454611825986" /></a><br />Ok, all you do-it-yourselfers, you are going to be so jealous. I came across this little treasure today when I was trying to fix Elisa's roller skate, and wouldn't you know it, the allen wrench was the ONLY tool that could get the job done. I was worried at first, did I have the right size allen wrench? What if I couldn't find one in our toolbox?? Then I started laughing to myself because our toolbox consists of a hammer that looks like it was meant for a 5 year old, and a couple of screwdrivers, that's it. But never did I expect to find this little cutie lying in there! Think of the possibilities!! I think I could put an addition on this house with all of the allen wrenches I own. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!!Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-28315995664431974342008-09-12T10:41:00.003-04:002008-09-12T10:46:50.504-04:00Hilarious YouTube VideoHere is a video my friend Jen sent to me- and it is pretty much what my last post was about! Thanks for sending this to me, Jen!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhcA4Ry65FU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhcA4Ry65FU</a>Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457484608883415839.post-52619651797228055462008-09-11T21:06:00.001-04:002008-09-11T21:25:50.492-04:00What?!?!That is what I said when our piano teacher suggested the newest piece for the boys to play. I ADORE Linda. She has become a member of my family. I can talk to her about anything- she has seen us at our best, our worst, our most chaotic times. She loves our family and is such a great role model for the kids. But, when she suggested the piece for our next recital, I thought, "Wait.. doesn't she know us? This will NEVER work!" But I trust her, and hope all will be fine. I hope I never have to say "I told you so" to her. I'd hate to have to do it, but I feel it might happen.<br /><br />She suggested a 'duet' for the boys to play. "Rock Around the Clock" as a DUET for Jack and Will to work on and perfect for the next recital, which will be much bigger than this past weekend. Can you even see it? Can you even picture this going off without a hitch? I can't. Not in my wildest dreams.<br /><br />Here are two boys who can't brush their teeth at the same sink without a brawl. They can't even enter a car without a sarcastic remark, a sneer, or a snicker. How in the heck are they going to PRACTICE, let alone perfect a piece together and make it acceptable for an audience to hear?<br /><br />I am not sure what to do. I want to remain positive that it will all work out and we can make Linda proud. But at the same time, I'm a teeny bit afraid. I think I need to use my favorite Noble Pig saying... " Hold me".Krissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775654091769628864noreply@blogger.com4