give peace a chance

m is obsessed with peace signs.
well, they are everywhere,
it's kind of hard not to be.

she has peace signs on
every article of clothing,
even leotards,
every school supply,
even pencils,
they are all over her room,
and the whole house!

so i was making conversation with the
(insert popular girls' clothing store here)
clerk as i was checking out,
with yet another peace sign item,
"oh man, i can't wait until peace signs go out of style."

she stared at me like i had fourteen heads,
"how could you say that?  i would hope that peace will never be out of style!"

dang hippies.

v-day trash pickin'

it's valentine's day.
obviously a perfect day for spying
a dresser on the curb
and bringing it home.

a 1940s art deco dresser,
with the mirror, (!)
just like my grandparents had in their guest room
when i was a little girl.

so i loaded it up.
even though we have no room for it.
and it's pretty beat up.
oh and, mm hates old furniture.
a lot.

but there are dovetails, (!)
and the knobs are gorgeous.

will we keep it?
stay tuned...

happy valentine's!
hope you get loads of chocolate - tomorrow!

shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen, and wrong.

"m says my hair is turning brown."
k said this morning.

"yes, it does look a little darker,
but i'm sure it will lighten up again
this summer."
i said.

"NNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!"
she shouted.

"what are you shouting about?"
"i want brown hair!"
"but why?  your blonde hair is so pretty!"

"m's hair is brown,
g's hair is brown,
daddy's hair is brown,
YOUR hair is brown,
and THEN I GET STUCK WITH THIS!!!"
she points at her head.

oh good lord.

another puke post

list of foods i will not eat because
i've puked them up...

mushrooms
orange juice
cinnamon gum -
(it's a schnapps thing, don't ask)
angel hair pasta
pad thai

g came home from school yesterday,
"mom, my stomach hurts."

"oh, eat dinner you'll feel better."
denial.

"no, it really hurts."

"maybe go to the bathroom?"
more denial.

needless to say,
he didn't eat.
but he did start puking.
every hour.
all.night.long.

i don't do puke.
i won't be holding your hair.
i'll be at the door asking if you are okay.
from afar.

i felt so bad for him,
i didn't even get that upset that he
couldn't hit the trash can by his bed
to.save.his.life.

so we put down bath mats and towels,
changed sheets every hour.
washed sheets every hour.
around 3am he realized he wasn't going to school.
that made him smile.
a little.

anyhow, point of the story?
there is one, i think?
oh yeah,
i won't be eating hot dogs again anytime soon.
and i don't think g will either.

sunday confession

sunday confession -
superbowl edition...

sometime in the fourth quarter,
as green bay scored the last points,
mm realized -
if pittsburgh scored a touchdown -
he would acquire $1000.

but then the steelers would win...

i have never seen him so conflicted in his life.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

slow day

today i refilled all
of the soap dispensers
in our house.

the end.

the pj 500

well, as you have no doubtly noticed,
(is doubtly a word?)
i've been dragging my feet with the whole 500 thing.
part of me doesn't believe i've actually written 500 posts.
that nobody has read!
ha.

i've come a long way since i started,
i don't wear my pajamas in public anymore.
very often.
ahem.

my kids are older now,
they can do things for themselves.
not everything,
but enough.

i have to admit,
i started slacking.
not teaching as much,
figuring they have heard it before.
they already know the rules.
so i relaxed.
a lot.
probably too much, truth be told.

i've read some books,
i've knitted,
i've took some time for myself,
because i convinced myself i deserved it,
and i do!

but not quite yet.
they aren't completely independent yet.
they still need me.
i still have a lot to teach them.

so tell me -
what did you like about the last 500 posts?
de-lurk yourselves!
let me know which direction to head for the next 500.
because i'm clearly slacking.
but i still feel like i have a lot to say.
maybe i can say it in my blue jeans?