LIfe on Courtney Lane

Nov. 25, 2008 - Monday musings--late

I had meant to post this yesterday, but I just didn't have time. I had the baby ultrasound yesterday and all is fine with the little one. I am 27 weeks with a due date on Tristan's birthday, February 23. Now, we all know it will be March before I actually have the baby. LOL Unfortunately, I did not pass the glucose test, which means I have to drag myself at 5:30 am over to the hospital next Monday for the three hour test. There is also one more health issue that I should have the results by the same Monday.

David has an interview this morning. We are praying, praying that this is what God wants for us. Things are pointing in this direction. Hopefully we will know more by this afternoon.

Our computers have not been getting a good internet connection lately. It takes forever to download something, worse than dial up. We thought maybe it is the router, so we unplugged mine from the router and just plugged David's straight into the internet connection. Anyway, that leaves my computer without internet. The kids always are asking to play on my computer and when I said it wasn't working, Tristan said, "Did your computer run out of gas?" :)

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Nov. 10, 2008 - Monday Musings

Everyone's current hobbies:

David: facebook, looking for a new job

Courtney: playing Webkinz arcade games- I admit it.

Brittany: facebook, email, writing a book

Tyler: reading, playing computer games

Timothy: playing Heroscape

Bethany: sucking her thumb, playing outside

Brooke: playing outside, aggrivating Tristan

Tristan: talking potty mouth, aggrivating Brooke

Thomas: watching Veggie Tales, taking off his pants and diaper and running around "nudey bottom"

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Oct. 20, 2008 - Monday Musings

Overheard in the Sanchez home...............

Do your schoolwork!

I'm done! (Yelled from the potty.)

Get your chores done!

No, we don't speak spanish. (After the millionth phone call from companies trying to reach the "Hispanic community")

_______ bit/kicked/punched/hit me.

Where is the other shoe?

Your shirt is on backwards.

Did you brush your teeth?

No, you can't play on the computer right now.

Yes, you can watch PBS kids.

No, school is not over.

Be kind.

What do you mean the toilet is clogged?!

What's for breakfast/lunch/dinner?

I don't like green beans.

You don't have to like it, you just have to eat it.

Hello? No, I would not like to donate any money to the police/fireman/cancer/college/poltical/save the tree fund.

This needs new batteries.

Can I have a cracker?

I want juice!

Why is the floor so sticky?

Why did you change clothes again?

Where is the phone?

Do not whack your brother with a hatchet/sword/light saber.

Please bring me a diaper and wipes.

How did God build all the houses?

Vroooommm. (While pushing a plane/train/automobile)

Okay, I'll be Lana and let's pretend we borrowed our grandfather's car and we drive to the store and this can be your purse and this will be my baby and ...............

Can we go outside?

I can't find my scissors/glue stick/crayons/pencils.

Oh no! Was that a library book!

Go back to the table to eat that.

What day is it today?

Let's play Legos.

Thomas is eating a lego.

I love you, Mom.

Goodnight!

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Oct. 13, 2008 - Monday Musings

Tristan (3 and 1/2): "Mom!! Everytime I sit down in these pants, the pants sleeves come up!!"

Well, why don't we call them "pant sleeves"? We don't call sleeves "shirt arms". Something to think about.

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Oct. 6, 2008 - Monday Musings

Saturday night Thomas must have thought there was an emergency, because he called 911. I didn't know this until this until the policeman knocked on the door. I thought he was about to tell me about some crime in the neighborhood or something about a rash of burglaries or something, but he was very kind and said, "Did you know that someone from this address dialed 911? It sounded like there were kids playing in the background." I apologized and told him everything was fine, and the baby had probably gotten the phone. My husband was military police and has responded to his share of false 911's. So, I felt bad for him having to come all the way out. I'm actually surprised one of the kids hasn't accidentally dialed 911 before now.

Friday night Bethany got her black belt. I'm just now getting pics up because I had forgotten my camera, so I used Brittany's and I didn't have her software and all downloaded on my computer.

Bethany about to break boards with a palm heel strike, then an elbow strike, then a running side kick over one obstacle. I tried to get the photo of her doing the running side kick, but the camera delayed and I just missed it!

Bethany is reading her "What my black belt means to me" speech.

Bethany getting her black belt tied on.

My four black belts!

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Sep. 29, 2008 - Monday Musings

I constantly have to remind Timothy that he can't write all in capital letters for his schoolwork. So, I'm always going over when to capitalize and when not to. I was helping him with his English lesson last week, when yet again we were reviewing capitalization.

Me: "You have to make these lower case letters. And what do you do here at the beginning of this sentence?"

Timothy: "I know, I know- capitalism!"

Some silly kids...............

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Sep. 22, 2008 - Monday Musings

What my children wear to church when I don't supervise them, and don't notice the details of what they picked out until we are actually at church getting out of the van.

Bethany: white skirt with stains

Brooke: a dress with a missing button, socks that are on upside down with sandels

Tristan: pants that are on backwards (which isn't really surprising becasue he always puts his clothes on backwards)

Thomas: dirty shirt- that smells funny

Conversation this afternoon:

Timothy: May I have some hot chocolate, Mom?

Me: Yes

Bethany: May I have some, too?

Me: Yes

Brooke: Can I have some hot chocolate?

Me: Yes

Tristan: Can I have some....

Me: YES

Thomas: Chockit?

Me: YES!

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Sep. 15, 2008 - Pass the peas, please.

Thomas decided to get creative with his Sunday dinner yesterday. He shoved a little green pea up his nose. I couldn't get it out. It kept scooting up further until I couldn't even see it. I tried getting him to blow, used the bulb syringe and held the other side of his nose closed, but to no avail. I took him to Doctor's Care, since I didn't want to go to the ER and they're the only other place that's open on Sunday. I paid them $142 for them to tell me that it was stuck too far up and I should go to the ER. So, off to Richland's Children's ER we went to sit and wait for three hours to be seen. ( I cringe because none of this is covered by our insurance because we have the high deductible policy.) Thomas was very good throughout all the waiting. He played with some other kids in the waiting area (hopefully not picking up any extra germs), sat quietly, and looked at a book or two. He did become very suspicious of anyone in scrubs after the screaming fit at Doctor's Care when they were just looking in his nose.

Finally, they called us back-we had to be in this teeny, tiny triage room, because they had no more rooms availlable, when finally an intern (?) who looked like he graduated med. school yesterday, came in with a paperclip folded into a loop at the end. Wait just a minute people. This isn't the picture the Doctor's Care guy was painting for me when he suggested I go to the Children's ER. Granted I have been there several times before, but never to have an object removed from so near to my child's brain. The Doctor's Care guy assured me that the ER does this type of thing all the time, they have a professional sucky thing that will pull it right out and no damage to his little nose. And if necessary, so it won't be too traumatic they can give him an anesthesia sucker and he would drift off to dreamland while they extracted said pea, and he would wake up in a field of daisies none the wiser. What I get is a kid coming at my son with a looped paperclip in a broom closet.

I felt somewhat better after he told me they succesfully took a kernel of corn from a kid's ear last week. I'm assuming he survived the experience and isn't deaf. So, after a few minutes of holding Thomas down as he was trying to wrestle free and let us know, not so nicely, that he was not enjoying this experience (my, I didn't realize how strong a one year old could be) the notorious pea was removed, and was stuck with all it's glorious green-ness at the end of the looped paperclip.

Thomas' good humor was now done. He was a crying break down, and escaped out the door when I set him down to give my back a break and we were waiting for them to come back with the discharge paperwork. He ran to the end of the hall, only to collapse at the closed exit door crying, "Van! Van!" I scooped him up and took him back to the room. I knew he was hungry and thirsty, so I told him I would take him to get a burger and fries. (I had a coupon for a free happy meal from Burger King.) So, then he cried, "Fries! Fries!" It was sadness. He did calm down after getting to the van, and he was back to himself after getting some food in his little tummy.

After we got back home, the kids were wondering about the little toy he got in the happy meal. We really haven't eaten out much at all in a long while, and when we have, we haven't bought happy meals. I probably haven't bought a happy meal in three years. So Brooke, says, "A toy came with his burger and fries? Wow!" Apparently the poor dears are very deprived! lol

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Sep. 1, 2008 - Monday Musings

I have not vanished off the face of the earth! I am feeling tons better. I don't have that "on the verge of throwing up feeling" anymore, and a great deal of energy and motivation has returned. I'm so thankful. I was just praying for the Lord to have mercy on me this time, and He did just that. It's so hard to care for the rest of the children, and husband, when you feel absolutely aweful for weeks on end. It's just sort of a depressing feeling when you wake up in the morning and all you want to do is just lay there all day, but you know you have to get up to get a million things done. All the while feeling like the few crackers you kept down will be on there way back up. I'm sooo glad to be feeling better!

Thomas apparently has his daddy right where he wants him. The other night David and I were having a late evening snack of Doritoes (which is rare for me, but I could sense that the baby really wanted some, so I had to eat them!) and David informed all of the other children, who are Doritoes' hogs, that they were not getting any. These were for him and me. So in walks Thomas (18 months), takes one look at the chips, gives his dad huge puppy dog eyes, and says, "Chips. Pweese. Pweese." I, of course, was not falling for this little scheme, but his daddy says, "Well, good grief, give him some chips already. He said please!" Uh, huh. Who has who wrapped around their little finger?

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Aug. 18, 2008 - Monday Musings

Tristan, who's three, busted his lip on Friday evening. I was taking Brittany to a birthday sleepover at her best friend's house, and when I got back to the truck, noticed I had missed three calls. Normally, when I leave the house I have a twinge of panic that the house will catch on fire, or the baby will turn on the stove or any one of a host of other 911 situations that could occur. Now, of course, David was home, and, of course, I completely trust him and he is completely capable of caring for the kids. But, my controlling self always feels that when I leave, and things are now out of my control, something will happen. That's why I don't like sleeping while someone else is driving. I know that if I nod off, we will certainly go veering off into a river or jump the median into oncoming traffic. So, I call home, to find out that Tristan had jumped off the window (?) and hit the bed with his mouth, busting his lip at least 3/4 of an inch long, and possibly went through to the other side. Could I please stop and get some popsicles? After I got home, and his lip was yucky, we couldn't decide whether to take him in. It didn't seem necessary to go to the emergency room, but there's no where else open on Friday night. So, we opted to wait. Saturday, we began to doubt our decision to wait, and decided to take him to Doct'or's Care that morning. The doctor said he could put a stitch or two in, but it would be very traumatic (yeah!) and he'd probably be fine without it. So, basically we could've not taken him and been fine. You just never know with these things. Normally I hate just running to the doctor for every little thing, but I do remember my sister Alison getting stitches in her tongue after she cut it with a high chair seat belt. So, I guess it's better to be safe when in doubt.

Tristan says to me a few weeks ago, "I don't have anything to do. I'm boring."

One morning after Tristan was being naughty, I sent him to sit on his bed. After a few minutes he came down and said, "Mom, can I get up now? I forgive you."

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