February 14, 2009

• So what’s new.  Wes and Rosie have colds and that’s always good times.  Lots of snot, less sleep than usual, and humidifiers going.  Has anyone with kids bought cold medicine lately.  Since last year all the age and dosing recommendations have changed.  What was OK for a 2 year old last year is now OK for a 4 year old.  Rosie still fits into the weight requirement so she gets meds when I can get her to take it.  Sometimes it gets slipped into her juice.  I watched her drink it once and she was making faces.  She noticed the taste difference in the juice.  She doesn’t like medicine.  She says “it tastes lucky a me”. 

  Rosieism:  Rosie recently discovered she had hair on her legs.  One evening she got quite a disgusted look on her face and declared she needed to take a shower.  She had already had one that day so I asked her why.  She showed me her legs and said, “look, there is hair all over my legs…it’s lucky (yucky)…I need to take a shower and wash it all off.”  I know how you feel little one but unfortunately it’s just not that easy. 

  We finally rented out out other house.  We are only getting in rent enough to cover half the mortgage, but at least it’s something.  I would really like to find a way to unload that place without hurting our credit but unfortunately the so called mortgage renegotiations that the banks were supposed to use bail out money for are not happening.  The requirements are completely impossible to fit into and so we are left with a house that is worth literally half of what we paid.  In the meantime Brian is still pulling in just enough work to keep our heads above water.  We feel like there is a ticking timebomb financially.  We are just not sure where to go from where we are right now. 

  Baby news:  no news is good news…all doc appointments have gone well.  I am nearly 16 weeks and I look like I’m 30 weeks.  That’s typical for me though.  When I’m 37 weeks I look like I’m carrying triplets. 

  Serra has managed to avoid the sickness of the younger two.  I bought what I thought was a shower cap the other day.  Oops! It ended up being a hair cover for black girls that is supposed to help your hair grow faster while you sleep.  Serra thinks it is just the greatest thing and is now on a campaign to get her hair to grow faster.  She wears this thing all the time.  Brian calls it her do-rag.  She asks daily if her hair looks longer.  She is such a funny kid.  I was helping her with her homework the other day.  It was math and she needed to write down  the # 17.  She gets confused with the teens and tens.  ie…17 is confused 70 on paper.  I told her to write – one seven.  She proceeded to write the #7.  I kept saying, one, seven.  She finally got fed up with me and said, “I DID…I wrote 1 seven.  I started to laugh and she just looked at me like I was crazy.  This morning she was trying to be helpful for Valentines Day.  She helped make omelets for breakfast and then said when we started cleaning up.  “I am going to help unset the table.”  I guess if we set the table for dinner, we unset it to clean up. 

  I really don’t remember the girls being as big of menaces as this boy of ours.  He is a tornado that twirls around the house making messes faster than I can clean it all up.  The girls think it’s very unfair that I make them help me clean things up as they declare they didn’t do it.  Well, neither did I.  He has learned how to get into the spice cabinets where all the oils and vinegars and sauces are stored as well.  I used something called fish sauce about a year back for a soup.  It was gross and I should have thrown it out knowing I would never use it again.  However, it cost money and so it sat in my cabinet.  Well, the boy pulled it out and managed to break the lid spilling fish sauce all over the floor.  Most of it was on the rug so I gathered up the rug and took it to the laundry room.  It dripped all the way.  This stuff smells like a fish market.  It took me a full day of baking soda treatments on the floor, and double cycles for the rugs it encountered in the washing machine.  I was gagging the whole time.  2 days later I think the smell is gone.  If the kid isn’t in the kitchen tearing things out of cupboards he is in the toilet.  We used to be able to just keep the lids down until he figured out how to open them.  Now even keeping the doors closed doesn’t work as the little scrapper can open doors.  He doesn’t seem to get “No” quite yet.  He gets upset when I tell him no but it doesn’t keep him from trying it again even with me standing right there.  Yet he is so sweet and has a big toothy grin that just melts me.  He runs to the door when Brian gets home hollaring the whole way, and throws his arms up in the air to be picked up.  Hopefully, he will be more manageable by the time the next one arrives.  Times ticking quickly on that though. 

  I’ll get organized and show some pictures soon. 

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