Alright, this entry is tardy. But I thought it was funny, so here we go:
One day in August I had to go on a daytrip to Philadelphia, but was lucky enough to catch an earlier-than-expected flight back to Manchester. I arrived back in our driveway at 8pm - too late for Mr. G, but agents H and C were still awake. They saw me as I pulled in, and jumped up and down in excitement in front of the (outer) glass door. I felt loved and missed.
True to their form they wore nothing but their diapers.
When I walked in the door, they screamed "papa's home, papa's home". Whose heart wouldn't melt?
Then agent C tried to get my attention. "Papa, papa"!!
"Yes" I responded.
Back at me she beamed at said "Papa, I poopy"
Welcome home, I felt....
18.9.07
Calgon, Take Me Away!
Remember that old commercial for Calgon? The one where the mom is looking beyond frazzled and pulling out her hair and she dreams of escaping to a relaxing bath that will make her forget her crew? That very one that I used to laugh at and mock? The very one that I have been chanting for the past forty-eight hours.
I have been pushed beyond my usual limits. My patience is worn thinner than thin - if that is possible. G (and in turn my husband and I) spent the greater part of Sunday at Children's Hospital in Boston because he is having bronchial spasms and is now being treated additionally for a double ear infection.
In addition, he needs to use a nebulizer every four hours, night and day. The poor thing looks very cute with his fishy mask if I may say so. The wonderful nurse, Meredith, was so kind to him and even gave him a parting gift of an Elmo balloon.
So, while I should be thankful that he is not hospitalized and that he does not have pneumonia, I have been pulling out my hair because lovely hubby is in Chicago on a business trip and H and C are both whining and whinging. They want attention, how could my eyes see anything but their two glorious faces? They want Elmo juice (steroid medicine) and Big Bird Juice (the other medicine) and they want to wear the fishy mask and get the facials...
All I can say is: Calgon, take me away!
I have been pushed beyond my usual limits. My patience is worn thinner than thin - if that is possible. G (and in turn my husband and I) spent the greater part of Sunday at Children's Hospital in Boston because he is having bronchial spasms and is now being treated additionally for a double ear infection.
In addition, he needs to use a nebulizer every four hours, night and day. The poor thing looks very cute with his fishy mask if I may say so. The wonderful nurse, Meredith, was so kind to him and even gave him a parting gift of an Elmo balloon.
So, while I should be thankful that he is not hospitalized and that he does not have pneumonia, I have been pulling out my hair because lovely hubby is in Chicago on a business trip and H and C are both whining and whinging. They want attention, how could my eyes see anything but their two glorious faces? They want Elmo juice (steroid medicine) and Big Bird Juice (the other medicine) and they want to wear the fishy mask and get the facials...
All I can say is: Calgon, take me away!
14.9.07
Computer, Schmomputer
Not too long ago- okay way back in 2004- I was curious to see who was voted out on American Idol, having had missed the previous evening due to some work related event. I innocently logged onto www.AmericanIdol.com, which back then was not the correct address. From my one little goof, the nastiest virus to ever hit the universe overtook my computer rendering it functioning, but the hard drive was shot and needed replacing. A new computer was needed!
My darling hubby decided that he wanted to wait for the much anticipated new Microsoft Windows system, but finally caved into my pleading in December 2005 when it had still not been released. Just in time for Christmas my shiny new computer with flat screen monitor arrived and I was the happiest camper with my new little darling...that is until Tuesday night.
Tuesday was a happy day. My darling was humming along unknowingly about to be victimized. It was about 6 p.m. when H and C decided that the DVD drive is a great place to insert PLAYDOH! The little drawer is now permanently stuck in the partially open, but won't open or close state. So having the super-platinum warranty, I called my friends at Dell.
We are still waiting for the Dell repair person to come to fix this, but the words "You need a new optical drive" are still sending chills up and down my back. When the lovely Dell person asked if I felt comfortable replacing the item by myself, I merely said, "That is why they pay you the big bucks and I majored in literature." He laughed, but I wonder what he went home and told the family/roommate/soul mate. I wonder if yet another idiot on the phone tonight was uttered in exasperation, or did he commiserate with the doings of twin tornadoes?
Hopefully, my little darling will be all repaired by tomorrow.
My darling hubby decided that he wanted to wait for the much anticipated new Microsoft Windows system, but finally caved into my pleading in December 2005 when it had still not been released. Just in time for Christmas my shiny new computer with flat screen monitor arrived and I was the happiest camper with my new little darling...that is until Tuesday night.
Tuesday was a happy day. My darling was humming along unknowingly about to be victimized. It was about 6 p.m. when H and C decided that the DVD drive is a great place to insert PLAYDOH! The little drawer is now permanently stuck in the partially open, but won't open or close state. So having the super-platinum warranty, I called my friends at Dell.
We are still waiting for the Dell repair person to come to fix this, but the words "You need a new optical drive" are still sending chills up and down my back. When the lovely Dell person asked if I felt comfortable replacing the item by myself, I merely said, "That is why they pay you the big bucks and I majored in literature." He laughed, but I wonder what he went home and told the family/roommate/soul mate. I wonder if yet another idiot on the phone tonight was uttered in exasperation, or did he commiserate with the doings of twin tornadoes?
Hopefully, my little darling will be all repaired by tomorrow.
10.9.07
Am I talking to the wall?
It seems lately since Miss C and Miss H turned the ripe old age of three that answers are no longer part of their conversations. They pretend to not hear me, though when activities are removed from the line up, their earways are suddenly cleared up!
The girls are now in school, going three mornings a week for three hours. It was weird last week just being here with their little brother, but today was a different story. I actually was able to tackle some work that has been piling up! Divine! I will miss them, but having a little bit of life back is so nice.
All three kids are playing nicely together right now. I hold my breath and hope this continues!
Well, more later!
27.5.07
Noticings
1. C asked Papa at 11 pm, "Wanna go shopping?"
2. G is very proud of himself and his new found walking feet!
3. Papa asked the girls to ask me for permission for something, annoyed I told them to ask him because he was in the room with them. So they told him, "Mama said yes!"
4. C continues to bite H, will this stop?
5. Why do the girls say only heiss for hot, but understand the word hot? This is curious!
2. G is very proud of himself and his new found walking feet!
3. Papa asked the girls to ask me for permission for something, annoyed I told them to ask him because he was in the room with them. So they told him, "Mama said yes!"
4. C continues to bite H, will this stop?
5. Why do the girls say only heiss for hot, but understand the word hot? This is curious!
23.5.07
Messy Angel
My messy angel, Caroline, caught in a rare, quiet moment, tugged at my heart as she slumbered. I gazed upon her glowing face with a burst of maternal love. A breath caught in my throat as I wondered what beautiful dream caused the smile to dance on her cherry lips. A stream of light, awakening from its nap, illuminated the mass of golden curls that surrounded her head like a beautiful halo. It contained a luminescent glow caused by the drizzle that just changed to snow.
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