Kirbyisms

2 Mar

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Kirby, being the ripe age of 3 and a half says absolutely insane things. I thought I should share some while I compile an actual blog post.

“Mom, alligators are called crocodiles”

(when I’m not doing exactly what he says)”mom, you didn’t see my words!”

“I need a turner mom! If I can’t find it you will buy it for me!” (When he is looking for a specific brio train piece)

“Regularly milk please!” (When he doesn’t want chocolate milk)

And he always wants bubbles mid way through bath time. I can’t get enough of this kid. Thank gosh he’s already mine!

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Infested!

19 Jan

I have a deep dark secret.

My house is infested.

That’s right, I said it, it is infested. I can’t walk, think, breathe, or cook without seeing one of them. I step on them constantly. They fly at my ankles when I’m getting ready for work in the morning. I know, I know, this is a problem.

In the German language they are called “zug”. In English we call them “trains”.

Yeah, I have a train infestation. I watch that show Infested on Animal Planet and clean my house every Friday evening, and I see these infestations of raccoons, spiders, ants, and I can tell you that our infestation is eerily similar. The trains are everywhere, they hide in my bed while and I swear they bite me while I sleep, as well as scurrying around baseboards and fleeing the scene when the lights are turned on in a room (I think that might be the fact they are still moving across the hardwood when I walk into them, followed by turning on the light, but I can’t be sure). It is terrifying. One of these days I’m going to find one in my plate of spaghetti and just give up the fight. I put them away every night, I clean up their little homes of tracks and stations before I turn in for the night. I swear, I am doing everything short of hiring an exterminator.

I guess it’s part of the magic of having a Little boy. Our whole lives are dictated by the choochoo. Kirby loves his choochoos, it is ridiculously cute.

Well, that’s all I really have to say for the night, as last night I had my wisdom teeth taken out and I am still recovering, and trying to run a household, and let me just tell you, with two extra holes in my head for the time being, our house is not running very smoothly. Kirby seems to have found a bag of gummy bears.

A Moment of Silence

11 Jan

I had an interesting day. It was my day off, everything went well. Nothing exploded. Nothing burst into flames. Dinner tasted good. I paid a bill. It was normal.

This evening I found out someone I went to high school had a loss in her family. Her mother suddenly had a stroke and passed on. The news has shocked me so greatly.

This woman had four beautiful and friendly kids. The youngest daughter and I were twins on twin day in sixth grade. Her oldest daughter is full of light and sunshine. Their mother was kind, loving, and completely the mother bear of her family. I will always remember how she protected her kids, cared about everyone that was in her home, and made delicious chicken soup. I think about her soup every time I try to make my own. There was so much love in there, I think that’s what made it so good.

My heart goes out to her family, because I can’t even imagine what they are going through and the journey they are about to go on.

Nothing Sort of Post

8 Jan

I don’t have much to say tonight. I’m just done with this day. Nothing was substantialy great,  or that bad for that matter. Just not great.

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It was not a manic Monday.

7 Jan

It was a seamless Monday. Daphne was a rockstar and did all her homework. The kids ate all their dinner. Everyone got a bath and were in bed by 9:30.

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Yet some how I’m not getting to bed until midnight.

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Thanks motherhood.

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Root Canal: the final frontier

4 Jan

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Today was the blessed root canal part two. The final day of some old guy sticking his hands in my mouth and making corny jokes to the hygienist. My endodontist is very pleasant, and owns a practice that his sons also work at. They give me a hot towel to clean the fragments of tooth off my face and send me on my way with instructions to not eat or drink anything hot for at least an hour, and will help me get out of the dentist chair because of how long I am laying on my back with my legs almost straight up in the air.

Wanna know a secret? I love it.

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I get to travel over the water alone. I get to physically walk into some place to buy my coffee (I say ‘some place’ because it’s a gas station, but their coffee is really good), and when I pick up breakfast at Jack in the Box I dont have to listen to my beautiful children request things that don’t make sense. Sure, it’s incredibly early in the morning for some people, but making an appointment like that at six in the morning suits me. Then I just lay in a chair and listen to Peter Gabriel and John Denver until they are done. Okay fine, I can’t feel half my face and it hurts, but it’s a smidge of me time.

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Plus, I get to take funny pictures of myself with dental dams and crazy lighting.

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I used to hate the dentist. I thought it was horrible. I needed laughing gas. I couldn’t hold it together. I would cry during X rays.

Thank god I grew up.

I sit there calmly, patiently. I don’t bring my teddy bear and I can breathe sweetly without throwing up on the dentist.

Maybe it was something that changed with time. I just got over being frightened. But I have my doubts on that. If nothing around you changes, then how are you supposed to grow? If you never live on your own, then where is your drive to succeed in life as something bigger then yourself? To get over fears that make no sense? I have curbed my irrational fears of the dentist, and I am damn proud of that. I hope my kids move out of my house when the time is right and become strong, lovely, smart people, who can reflect on things and be proud of themselves.

It was a good dentist appointment. And when I got home, I got to help Harold and Kirby start their days too.

Good Night

3 Jan

This is a short post, because I have the second part of my root canal tomorrow. I had an interesting day, and it will never go down in the record books as being the craziest day ever, but enough happened. Just enough. I’m done for this day, and I’m ready to start tomorrow with a fresh perspective. And sleep. That might be helpful.

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Wish me luck on my root canal!