Now don't you wish you were 9 months pregnant too?
UPDATE 2/3/09:
Today I ate all the frosting off a smallish cake and left the rest for anyone who cared.
My Reasoning: I'm 9 months pregnant. I can eat whatever the heck I LIKE!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Fringe Benefits
Today I made grilled marshmallow, chocolate, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because I wanted to.
Now don't you wish you were 9 months pregnant too?
UPDATE 2/3/09:
Today I ate all the frosting off a smallish cake and left the rest for anyone who cared.
My Reasoning: I'm 9 months pregnant. I can eat whatever the heck I LIKE!
Now don't you wish you were 9 months pregnant too?
UPDATE 2/3/09:
Today I ate all the frosting off a smallish cake and left the rest for anyone who cared.
My Reasoning: I'm 9 months pregnant. I can eat whatever the heck I LIKE!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Martin Quotes
First words of 2009
I got a wild idea to write down the very first words that my family spoke in 2009. Enjoy...
Calvin: [Standing at my side of the bed.] I’m poopy.
Taran: [Excitedly, standing at my side of the bed.] We slept in our clothes!
David: [While jumping back into bed after changing Calvin.] Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!!!
You’re being attacked by Indians!
What are you writing?
Lisa: I’m writing everyone’s first words of the New Year.
David: I mean Native Americans.
Enoch: [Still in bed.] I want pizza. Mommy, I’m really,really hungry for pizza.
Emma: [Still in bed.] Mommy?! What was that beep?
[It was the oven telling us cinnamon rolls were done!]
I got a wild idea to write down the very first words that my family spoke in 2009. Enjoy...
Calvin: [Standing at my side of the bed.] I’m poopy.
Taran: [Excitedly, standing at my side of the bed.] We slept in our clothes!
David: [While jumping back into bed after changing Calvin.] Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!!!
You’re being attacked by Indians!
What are you writing?
Lisa: I’m writing everyone’s first words of the New Year.
David: I mean Native Americans.
Enoch: [Still in bed.] I want pizza. Mommy, I’m really,really hungry for pizza.
Emma: [Still in bed.] Mommy?! What was that beep?
[It was the oven telling us cinnamon rolls were done!]
New Year's Day
Some catch up to the Martin family memory blog...
(Just so everyone is aware, we are all doing well now and fully recovered. Thank you everyone for the support and love sent our way.)
Our entrance into the year 2009 was a wonderful one! We partied with friends on New Years Eve until an outstandingly late 11 PM! We got home in time to put all the sleeping ones to bed and David, Emma, and I broke out our last bottle of Martinellis, made some quick confetti out of junk mail, and toasted the new year.
The next day we slept late and then ate a wonderful breakfast while watching the Rose Parade and I dreamed of California in winter and felt just a little sorry for myself.
In the evening we continued our semi-tradition--on some years and off others--of making and eating a gingerbread house. The house is meant to be made before New Year's day and broken on the 1st. I read this somewhere and is supposed to be good luck.
We cheated just a bit. We started building the house on New Year's Eve and finished it New years day.
More candy was eaten than put on the house, of course.
Here is the gingerbread house from every angle. (We had to hold it together with some black thread.)
New Year's day, we smash it!
Emma in action.
Eating it!
(We also put cans of tomatoes inside the walls to help hold it up. That sucker was hard to keep up and then hard to break, go figure.)
(Just so everyone is aware, we are all doing well now and fully recovered. Thank you everyone for the support and love sent our way.)
Our entrance into the year 2009 was a wonderful one! We partied with friends on New Years Eve until an outstandingly late 11 PM! We got home in time to put all the sleeping ones to bed and David, Emma, and I broke out our last bottle of Martinellis, made some quick confetti out of junk mail, and toasted the new year.
The next day we slept late and then ate a wonderful breakfast while watching the Rose Parade and I dreamed of California in winter and felt just a little sorry for myself.
In the evening we continued our semi-tradition--on some years and off others--of making and eating a gingerbread house. The house is meant to be made before New Year's day and broken on the 1st. I read this somewhere and is supposed to be good luck.
We cheated just a bit. We started building the house on New Year's Eve and finished it New years day.
More candy was eaten than put on the house, of course.
Here is the gingerbread house from every angle. (We had to hold it together with some black thread.)
New Year's day, we smash it!
Emma in action.
Eating it!
(We also put cans of tomatoes inside the walls to help hold it up. That sucker was hard to keep up and then hard to break, go figure.)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder if my children are particularly hard children to rear with outstandingly strong personalities,
-or-
if I am just a very poor and inept mother.
-or-
maybe motherhood is just meant to be this excruciatingly intense.
I wonder if I’ll ever know the answer.
-or-
if I am just a very poor and inept mother.
-or-
maybe motherhood is just meant to be this excruciatingly intense.
I wonder if I’ll ever know the answer.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The White Flag of Surrender
The stomach flu has plagued our home since Thanksgiving! Everybody’s had it 3 or 4 times and I wonder if Calvin has ever really gotten over it at all.
We all have colds-vomiting while coughing is NOT a pretty picture-and just one toilet is very problematic.
The weather is just mean. Last week was -15 and -20 degrees. This week should warm up to some friendly 15 above, but it won’t last.
And my pregnant body is falling apart without the help of the above.
Hence, I have NO energy for all that living stuff like laundry, scrubbing, and feeding others.
I’m not complaining though. That’s not the point. I just want to know who I can lay down my arms to.
So, to the Powers that Be: I hear by concede all my cough syrup, pepto bismal, Clorox wipes and sprays, vitamins, chicken noodle soup, and puddings! Let’s begin the negotiations…
We all have colds-vomiting while coughing is NOT a pretty picture-and just one toilet is very problematic.
The weather is just mean. Last week was -15 and -20 degrees. This week should warm up to some friendly 15 above, but it won’t last.
And my pregnant body is falling apart without the help of the above.
Hence, I have NO energy for all that living stuff like laundry, scrubbing, and feeding others.
I’m not complaining though. That’s not the point. I just want to know who I can lay down my arms to.
So, to the Powers that Be: I hear by concede all my cough syrup, pepto bismal, Clorox wipes and sprays, vitamins, chicken noodle soup, and puddings! Let’s begin the negotiations…
Monday, January 12, 2009
For Jennifer: A "Pregger Pic"
Wa ha ha ha ha ha! I'm so funny!
Seriously, this is what I wear to take Emma to the bus at 6:55 am on -20 days.
I'll get a real picture soon. They just all make me look so, so, so...9 months pregnant.
Here's a close up of my "bump" or "alp."
Monday, January 5, 2009
Missing
Has anyone seen my salad tongs? How about some white bowels with a blue rim? I’m also looking for a half dozen spoons at least. There’s other the stuff I’m missing outside of the kitchen, the latest issue of the Ensign for example, and about a thousand socks, and a Scooby Doo DVD that was due at the library last September.
Where does it all go?!!
Yes, I’ll humbly admit that I am not the tidiest and most organized of people, but entire sets of cereal bowels should not be disappearing! I can say with some pride that my house is clean enough to walk through at least twice a week, so I know the stuff is not hiding in plain sight. I change bed sheets, organize the toy shelf, and vacuum out the corners as needed, so I know it’s not hiding in those places.
Usually I’m able to locate that missing everythings in this house. You all know, the homework page that Taran probably left at school which has really slipped under his feet, under the table. Or the desperately needed jacket that Emma promised, PROMISED she hung up but is really crumpled behind a couch cushion. And although it annoys me that I know where my grown man, husband left his Psych. 505 Book, I can get that too. After all, I am Mom, Locater of Stuff.
So where did the stuff I can’t find go?
Where does it all go?!!
Yes, I’ll humbly admit that I am not the tidiest and most organized of people, but entire sets of cereal bowels should not be disappearing! I can say with some pride that my house is clean enough to walk through at least twice a week, so I know the stuff is not hiding in plain sight. I change bed sheets, organize the toy shelf, and vacuum out the corners as needed, so I know it’s not hiding in those places.
Usually I’m able to locate that missing everythings in this house. You all know, the homework page that Taran probably left at school which has really slipped under his feet, under the table. Or the desperately needed jacket that Emma promised, PROMISED she hung up but is really crumpled behind a couch cushion. And although it annoys me that I know where my grown man, husband left his Psych. 505 Book, I can get that too. After all, I am Mom, Locater of Stuff.
So where did the stuff I can’t find go?
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