Too much TV

I've decided that my boys must be watching too much TV (Open Season specifically). If you've seen Open Season (the first one) when anyone eats a chocolate bar they go "WOO-HOO!" So the other morning for breakfast after every bite of cereal my boys yell "WOO-HOO! and then for lunch we had sandwiches and they yell "WOO-HOO!" Then for dinner when we have pizza "WOO-HOO! At least I know they are enjoying what I'm feeding them right? LOL.

Yeah, I MUST have a problem

Topher came running into the living room, jumped up on the chair and started pointing out the window saying "Mom! He' here. Open the door!" So I said "Who's here? What do you want?" He just kept saying "Open the door" "He's here" "Go outside". Apparently he could tell I wasn't understanding, so he changed his approach. " Mom, come here. I have a present for you." So I followed him. He stopped at the top of the stairs, pointed at the door and said "Mom, open the door, they have a present for you." He (apparently) thinks that every time the doorbell rings...it's the UPS man. Hahahahaha.

My Baby's growing up!

So when did this happen? I thought Topher was supposed to stay my little guy forever. Really, I knew better than that...my mind knew it, but the rest of me just wanted to believe that he would be my little guy forever.

His first day of School is on Monday. :( (Don't be mad that I didn't tell you Mama, I just found out this afternoon). I guess on the plus side, they let me choose how many days a week will work for us. They said since he's four we will let him go up to 4 times a week, depending on what I think is best for him. I jokingly (kind of) said "I know he's not going to have a problem. He never went through that 'oh, no, Mom's leaving and not coming back' stage. I say 'bye, I'll see you later" and he says "bye" and goes and plays. I know HE'S ready...it's his Mom that I hope is ready." And they went all out, saying how they want to do it so that it's the easiest on the whole family. So even if I thought that it would mildly traumatize Ethan, they'd take that into account too. They are really good at working with the parents. I've been very impressed with them so far. And also, since it took so long getting through all the 'red tape', school will be over for the summer in a few months. So I guess it's all good. We all get broke in real slowly. They said it was a preference to go at least 2 times a week, but if I felt like someone in the family wasn't ready for that, they could do once a week. So we hit a happy medium and decided that he'd go 3 times a week. Then we will probably change it to 4 starting the next school year.

Topher says...

While Topher is in the bath with the water running, he likes to punch the water as it comes out (don't ask why...I don't know). But he says things like "Yeah, I'm gonna get you!" etc. So when I came in to turn the water off I did the usual 5....4...3...2...1 and then I shut the water off. And Topher raises his hands into the air and yells "YEAH! I WON!"

My Latest Card

I was told by my Sister a while back that for some reason my invitation to my Stampin' Up! blog didn't make it into her blog feed. So just for those of you who didn't get it either. The address is www.stampin123.blogspot.com

Here's the latest card that I posted there. (Sorry, it won't let me write at the top of my blog) The top picture is the outside...the bottom is the inside. If you want to see the products to make this, visit my blog www.stampin123.blogspot.com or my website www.karenegeland.stampinup.net





PS - Yes, that's an announcement. :)

(And thank you to you ladies that helped me figure out how to get pictures up here instead of teh Html code...you've made my life SOOOOOO much easier).

YEAH!

Yeah! It worked! See? you can be "hands-off" productive. The bird got out and I never had to touch it or capture it or anything. Women get the job done one way or another, it may have taken longer, but it still worked just the same. :)

Dang Animals

So today I was down in my room; as I started to leave I heard the rustling of a plastic sack in my laundry room (like an animal was in there). I stopped and listened....still rustling....not my imagination. So what now? I'm a woman...instead of trying to get rid of the mouse I pounded on the wall to make it run away...and then I ran away. So I NEED to do laundry (I still haven't caught up from vacation). So I (bravely) open the door and shake the sack a little to see if it's still in there. No movement - it's gone. PHEW! So I hurry into the laundry room to get a load done before my imagination gets the best of me. Then as I start the water in my washer...more rustling. So (being a woman) I jump up on the dryer and start shouting at the thing in the bag that's trying to escape. The bag is RIGHT next to the door. Actually it partially covers the door. So as I'm screaming at the bag and trying to get the nerve to actually go over by it so that I can get out, I'm further scaring it and it's really trying to get out. I finally got up the nerve to run out the door. So I ran upstairs and called Jon to tell him that we have a mouse in our laundry room. When I told him it was in the bag he says "Well honey, it's going to be roaming around our house if it chews it's way out of the bag...you're going to have to take care of it." That's NOT what I wanted to hear. So he says "Well, think of someone you could call. Is Ross at work? He'd come take care of it for you." So I called Ross...no answer. Now what? So I thought of the trash can in Justin's room - we were going to throw that out anyway, now's as good a time as any. Oh, but wait...the bag hangs so low that I would have to PICK UP the bag to put it in. That's not good. So I finally found something I could just slip under the bag. I kept saying to myself...I don't want to open the door, I'm scared. Then I remembered a book I had been reading about a woman who, for her whole life, had been scared of going down into the cellar in her house. Then a tornado came and she and her children HAD to go into the cellar. She prayed to find a different way, she told Heavenly Father that she was scared. Then she got the impression "You'll just have to do it scared." So I decided to "JUST DO IT SCARED" (not quite a Nike slogan...but it'll do) :) So I opened the door and saw a shadow go flying across the room. So I slammed the door and thought "What in the world was that?" I figured, just my imagination getting away with me. So I opened the door and slammed it real quick again...it wasn't my imagination. It was a bird. How in the world a bird got into my house, I don't know. I will post a picture later of what I fashioned so that I wouldn't have to "shew the bird out with a broom" like Jon suggested. That bird was pretty freaked out, I didn't want to get anywhere near it. Now that I found out what I was doing wrong to post pictures, my computer won't read my SD Card. :( I nailed a bed sheet on my wall (up to the ceiling, down to the floor so that it goes straight from the laundry room to the bathroom...I took the screen out and opened the window, so the bird could fly right out...but I think the bird got scared and is now in our ceiling. Sorry this post is so long...it was a traumatizing day for me. :)