Carys' song about Hannah Montana

Carys always makes up songs. They are usually a bunch of made up words that rhyme. Tonight she wrote one about Hannah Montana(who we don't even watch. I guess commercials and toys make her want to sing about her.) I decided to write down her words.

hannah montana
is a good girl
and everyone kno-ows
monster to-oes

and everyone ju-umps
melti mo-onks

walk and ta-alk
a lo=ot
monkey mo-ock

melti to me

and you're a good girrl
broken i-in
circle me-en

circle wa-ays
melti ca-an

and the molgi si-ings
after you we-ent

you are the bestest
and the messiest

And the babies

melti lo-ot
pickle slo-ot

and you go to wa-alk
and the kangeroo mo-ops

in the pa-ark
and the marke marke mark

You're a good girl

A promise to you...

What can I say. I've been MIA. For a while. Ok. For a LONG time.

But I have been busy.

January - May
I had two kids, worked full time, went to school and night while I was pregnant.

May 17, 2007
Then I had a baby. 3 kids — what more do I have to say.

Lena Elizabeth Carson (photo by Andrea Reed Photographry)

August 20, 2007
I attempt to work, go to school, mother three kids AND breastfeed exclusively (which I did, by the way, and still am.) But instead I went crazy.

Sometime in September
Yeah, I really don't know the date. Due to the craziness, it could've come any later. I quit work. My first time as a stay at home mom. I am loving it. There are days where I'm still crazy (most days), but it's a good kinda crazy.

Anyways, to my original promise. I promise to keep this blog updated. Because I sure don't get to keep most of you updated. Heck, I barely keep myself informed these days.

So... stay tuned.

My new boss

Gabriel is now my boss. He just came up to me and gave me a list of things we were to do before the baby is born.

"Mom, we've got to make some changes around here."

"We do, like what?"

"Well, number one, we need to get rid of all of this junk."

"OK, good idea."

"Number two, we have to buy some toys for the baby.'

"OK"

"Number three — are you writing this down? We've got to make some LIFE CHANGES!"

"Life Changes? What kind of life changes?"

"You and Papa have to make more money so we can all go to the Nick Hotel"

OK, this is from watching way too much nickelodeon. We watch it in the mornings while mommy is getting ready and in the evenings while mommy is cooking dinner. If we didn't, I would have a lot more "junk" to clean up.

"Number 4, we need to stop eating all of this candy"

We don't eat much candy, but Papa thinks the big bowl of candy we've had since halloween (and is still filled to the rim) must keep getting refilled because how can we leave it sitting there and not eat it??? SELF CONTROL!

"Number 5, we have got to get a chair for the new baby!"

Number 6 through 10 was put all of the bags in the trash, buy some MORE toys for new baby, get rid of his five-year-old gut (where did he get this?), and again pick up all of the trash in our house.

I'm sorta proud. I've created a little list maker. This is what I do, make lists. I have an ongoing list. The funny thing is I've never dictated this stuff to anybody. He must get that part from his dad.

Christmas Time is Here....

Gabriel is a full-fledged kid now. And Carys is running after him.

I've been pretty tired and sick and busy lately and am getting a little behind on Christmas decorations. (At least I got their Christmas pictures made, people will think I'm on top of things!) The other day, we put up our Christmas tree. This was basically Carys' idea. They put one up at school and talked about the one's that were up at home...but ours wasn't up. Of course, the tree looks ridiculous. (the same word Gabriel used for the sweater in the Christmas picture) It is so small compared to our big new space. (Note to self: buy a bigger Christmas tree on sale after the holidays.) But it's there. Of course that's about it. No presents bought, no decorations up... On the way home almost every day Gabriel ask why everyone else gets to put decorations up. "We will soon, Gabe. When we have daylight." The other day we took my mom out for her birthday dinner. On the way, Gabriel said, "Mom, I guess I need to write a letter to Santa so it'll get to the North Pole on time since I haven't seen him yet." OK, talk about guilt. We went to see Santa after dinner. Of course Carys whispered to him from about 5 feet away what she wanted. She wasn't trusting a guy dress in a crazy red suit. That same night, Gabriel dug through the Christmas box and found his stocking. He hung it on the doorknob.

I know what he was thinking.

"Poor Mommy, she really doesn't have this mom thing down yet."

I hope my kids don't remember this...

I'm pregnant. We are excited and can't wait to have another child.

But I do not remember feeling this sick with Gabe and Carys. I had morning (all-day-long) sickness with both of them. But I guess it was easier without kids ( or with just one). I could go home and go to bed and sleep it off. To top it off I got a nasty upper respiratory infection. I thought I would die. For the past 4 weekends all I have done is lay on the couch and sleep. Yes, Gabriel has watched way too much spongebob and Carys had cut up, painted on, glued on way too many things she shouldn't have. I was in survival mode.

Usually before Halloween we go to a couple fall festivals, go on a hay ride, pick out costumes, go to the corn maize, carve pumpkins... Not this year. We have now seen every episode of spongebob, I believe. (I think it's on 20 out of 24 hours a day!!!)

Eddie went to Kroger and picked out a couple of costumes. A wizard and a bee. He's also been really good about cooking us Raman noodles and frozen pizzas.

But that's the great thing about kids. They didn't care. They loved sitting around making up their own fun. They don't know what they missed. I heard no complaining about not doing anything. But I did get to see Gabe and Carys dump out a bunch of boxes of clothes in their room and make a train!

And Gabe can quote spongebob better than any other almost 5 year old I know.

Fart, Poop, and other Dirty Words

Eddie and I had an argument last night. About what words our kids should use for their bodily functions.

I don't see a problem in telling it like it is. Pee, Poop, Fart. This is horrible to Eddie. He grew up with Tinkle, "Big Job", and poot. Probably the first time he heard the word "fart" was in second grade, his first year out of a sheltered Christian private school into public school. He probably had no idea what it was and went home to ask his parents, who probably made him pray to get the word out of his head.

I know in 3rd grade, if someone said "tinkle" for the act of peeing, they were made fun of.

It's not like I'm teaching the kids p*ss or sh*t (both in the dictionary with the correct meaning, BTW).

According to Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

poop - noun
Meaning FECES
bodily waste discharged through the anus

pee - noun
an act of urination

fart -intransitive verb
to expel intestinal gas from the anus

tinkle - noun
1 : a jingling effect in verse or prose
2 : a series of short high ringing or clinking sounds

"Big job" and "poot" are not even in there.

Nobody else can have me

Doesn't it fell good to be loved?

Lately Carys has been very greedy. NOBODY else can call me mom — especially Gabriel. If she hears a child in the store call for his mom, she has to make sure, just in case, that he knows I am not his mommy. Gabriel is very understanding. He knows I'm his mommy no matter who says otherwise.

The other night we were all in the "family" bed (I know, Really bad.) and Carys and Gabriel went to pick out a stuffed animal to sleep with. This is new. Neither one of my kids have ever been attached to anything. Gabriel noticed one of his friends at school gets to sleep with his stuffed animal so he thought he'd give it a try. When they came back, Gabe had a bunny, a teddy bear, and a bigger teddy bear. (Later he told me to move over, his bears needed ROOM.) Carys came back with a plastic doll that her Grandma got her. (Thanks, Mom, by the way). This doll calls for mommy and then proceeded to fall down laughing hysterically. Carys loves it. I have not yet been able to permanently damage her yet — or to turn her off.

Carys was almost asleep when the durn doll decided to tell her she loved her. "I love you Mommy!" "I love you Mommy!"

Without a thought, Carys replied, "Her not your mommy! She's my mommy!"

Even the doll loves me.