Lovely Vacation

Christmas was great! We had a lot of fun with friends and at my big family gathering on Christmas day. It has been wonderful to be at home and relax this week. Wolf and I are both off until Monday the 5th and we are attempting to be productive while we are home. The big mission for the week is our storage room. It is waaaaay out of control. Wolf started on it already and has made a lot of progress but there is still a lot to do. He is very sick with a terrible sinus infection so that project is on hold till his antibiotics kick in.

Baby Wolf is "Blueberry" this week. Blueberry is making his?/her? presence more known each day. I am increasingly sleepy and sicky feeling. I feel like I am going through some sort of cracked out pms, my emotions are all over the charts. I am also slowly beginning to outgrow my clothes..already.It's all good though because in 7 months, I get a baby!

For your entertainment, here are a couple of strange things that will make you laugh that have been preggo induced.

1. I cried when I woke up one morning and there was no ginger ale left. Generally, i average about one or two cries per year. I feel that this average may go up in '09.

2. I began to cry when one of my co-workers gave a me a blanket for the baby that has monkeys all over it, I love monkeys!

3. I hate chocolate all of a sudden.Tragic! I miss my peanut butter cups.

4. I want to eat subway everyday.

5. I am craving alchohol, but not giving in.

6. I wake up to pee several times a night.


I am sure I will continue to add to this list as we go along.

I am hoping to steer clear of this yucky sinus infection so that I can make good use of the rest of the week. We shall see how that goes!

Happy almost New Year!

Merry Christmas!

This will be short because I have many things to do! I went and had my third sonogram today and it was very exciting! Last week, they could only see the sack and not the baby or anything. Today, I saw my tiny little lentil sized baby and the heartbeat!!
This all means that my baby is in the right place and is currently healthy:).

Little Lentil totally made my Christmas today.

Thanks God for such an incredible present.

I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed holiday. I have been thinking a lot about how grateful I am for the beautiful people in my life and I am so excited to spend the holidays with my family and friends that I love so much.
I feel truly blessed.

Thank you to all of you who have been encouraging me and praying for us. It means a lot to me and I have definitely felt deeply cared for.

I will be blogging again soon after Christmas:)

Sesame!

Our little Poppy has already grown into a Sesame! Little Sesame and I have had quite a week.
Last Sunday is when I found out I was pregnant, so that obviously was very exciting and happy. Monday, I called the Dr. to tell him I was pregnant and let him know that I have been having a lot of abdominal pain for a couple weeks. I thought this was pretty normal because the whole reason I checked to see if I was pregnant was because my mom had similar pain during the beginning of her first pregnancy. Apparently, its not so normal and is alarming for a person like me with endometriosis. So, I was sent to the ER (aka-my home away from home). We got there around 11 am and I seriously wasn't super worried about anything, my body is weird so I expect my pregnancy to be weird. It wasn't until two hours later when I spoke to the Triage nurse that I began to be concerned.
MTN= mean triage nurse.

MTN: So you have been having some cramping?
Me: Yes
MTN: And I see you have a history of endometriosis
Me: Yes
MTN: And you're pregnant?
Me:Yes
MTN: Well that could mean you have an ectopic pregnancy.
Me: What's that?
MTN: Oh well its potentially fatal for you and there's nothing they can do for the baby.it's when the baby is growing somewhere other than inside your uterus. If its not caught in time, it will rupture.
Me: Ummm ok....
MTN: Ok, go ahead and go back to the waiting room and we'll call you when we're ready for your sonogram.

What has happened to bedside manner?At this point, my heart was pounding and I was starting to feel heart broken. How the heck can this woman make such a presumption after checking my temperature and blood pressure and asking a couple questions??
So, we waited...and waited...for a long time. Then another hour and a half later, I get called back for the ultrasound. The tech told me that sometimes she can see and sometimes she cant, so I kept asking her if she saw anything and all she said was "no" and "have you had any bleeding??". Then I was shipped back into the waiting room and I was barely holding it together. I cannot believe how much I already loved this poppy seed sized kiddo that I had only known existed for less than 24 hours. I really felt discouraged and so incredibly sad.
We waited for another 2 hours and got called for some more tests. MTN was just as cheery and encouraging as ever and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold myself together.
Meanwhile, my peaceful and sweet husband was a rock. He kept reminding me that God is in control and that all we can do is trust Him. He definitely kept me sane.

Finally around 5 I got called into a room by a wonderful nurse who was a friend of a friend. That was like a present from Jesus Himself. She was so incredibly kind and encouraging and excited for my baby instead of assuming the worst. The Dr. came in soon after that and basically told me it could be tons of different things but that its too early to tell. Then I went home.

I continued having increasing pain, pain like I have never before experienced and my fear continued to grow. Then, Thursday came around...the Hospital called and said this, "Hi, when you were in here on monday, your pee looked normal but it turns out that you have a bad bladder infection".
Huh, welp that was a relief! A wee bit annoyed at how things were handled, but mostly relieved. This is definitely the first and probably only time I will ever be happy to have a UTI.

My own lovely Dr. is not overly concerned and his instincts are that things are gonna be ok, but he's obviously keeping a close watch on things.

Good and important lessons learned after this roller coaster kind of week:
God is good, and He is so much bigger than me.
I need to have more faith.
Worry, fear, and anxiety are not helpful.
God hears me and responds in His way and time.
My husband is absolutely perfect for me.
I have an unbelievably amazing group of friends.
I gotta learn to trust God daily with the little things so that I am in good practice for the big things that come along.

Alrighty, I have gone on for long enough.
Keep on praying for little Sesame, whose heart will start to beat this week!

Poppy, not to be mistaken with poopy

It's been a month since I have blogged. There just wasn't a whole lot to write about.
The past couple of months have been pretty nuts. I have had four surgeries in 5 years for a condition I have called Endometriosis. It's a girly disease. I have an unusually aggressive form of this and it enjoys to attack my internal organs. There are not a whole lot of treatments, and after my last surgery in October, my doctor told me I had two options for treatment to avoid serious and potentially life threatening complications.Ready for the options??

1. Menopause- they put you on drugs for 6-9 months that throw you into artificial menopause. I have already done this and my body reacted horrendously to the drugs, to the point where I could not physically function in everyday life.It was hands down the worst 9 months of my life. The only difference this time, is that they have a new drug that is paired with it, which increases the side effects. What fun!


2. Get pregnant by August 09


So, we opted to try for the baby.

I guess this was the right time, because after our first month of trying... I am pregnant!

Four weeks. It's so early that anything could happen, but I am (trying really hard) to trust God with our little baby who is currently the size of a Poppy Seed. We have decided to call the baby whatever its being compared to in size that week. Week 4 is poppy seed week.


I am considered a high risk pregnancy because of all my issues, so I am being closely monitored by my wonderful doctor. I think he was my favorite person to tell. He is very sweet, but not the most emotional man. When he walked in to see me today, he was beaming! I would even go as far as to say that he was giddy with joy. He then proceeded to tell me how we "didn't waste any time", and "i am so happy" and "i am so proud of you guys!". He walked me through my records and surgeries and explained in detail why it is so wonderful that I am going to have a baby.

I have to get blood tests twice a week, sonograms once a week, and a doctor visit weekly until he is satisfied that its all good. Apparently I am also on a special"list" of people who if they call, they get put through to my dr. at any time of day, no matter what. So, as crazy as this all is, I feel well taken care of.

I know most people like to wait a while before they tell people they are pregnant to make sure that everything's ok, and I totally understand why. However for me, that doesn't work. First, because I am not good at keeping happy secrets, and also, being so high risk, I want the people I care about to know and pray for our baby and for us as soon as possible! If we have to go through something hard, we will be glad to have amazing family and friends in our lives to walk and pray us through it.
Telling people has been my favorite part.

here are some of my favorite reactions...

"You're pregnant? How'd that happen??"
" What did you say? I don't think I heard you... No, you're playing a mean trick on me...no you're pulling my leg"-mom

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
-i will give you one guess who that was, anyone?


We are so overjoyed and so thankful for this. Thanks to all of you who have already been praying for us and with us. Thanks for all the encouragement and excitement. We feel really loved. Please keep praying for Poppy and for us as we begin this crazy new adventure. Feel free to give any advice you might have to share!

I will let ya know what Poppy's name is next week:).

Oh the Quirkiness

OK, Here is my list of quirky things.
I cannot promise I am going to limit myself to 7.

1. I have a bit of a procedure for eating Klondike bars. First, I have to crack all the chocolate with a spoon. The I eat all the chocolate part except the bottom layer. I finally eat the ice cream with that bottom layer of chocolate.

2. I hate nails that are longer than my skin. I don't like the way if feels to touch something with my nail and I don't like people to touch my nails if they are too long. Surprisingly, I do enjoy manicures.

3. I like digital numbers to be even, like the volume control on a radio or tv. It will bother me to leave it on 11, I bump it to either 10 or 12.

4. If I am eating a candy, like skittles or M&M's, I need to have an even number on each side of my mouth.

5. I like the smell of vacuuming.

6. I really hate a certain part of the anatomy that starts with Ni and ends with les. I hate the word and the part itself. I wish they did not exist.

7. I am terrified of "animal people". It really creeps me out to see people dressed up like animals. Going to see CATS would be basically a nightmare for me.


8. I eat the pepperoni of my pizza first, then I eat the pizza.

9. When I eat bagels, I rip them into tiny pieces and then dip them into the cream cheese.

10. The smell of eggs makes me feel ill.

11. I don't eat the ends of things. Burgers and Bagels have ends to me.

12. I really don't like the word "urine". Really don't like it.


Ok, a nice even 12 things for me! Feel free to think I am officially crazy in case you didn't already know...

Such a nerd...I have become

Today we got a very exciting new toy...it's a vacuum.That actually sucks things up and cleans things! We have had hand me down vacuums up to this point and recently I broke our remaining old and crusty canister by attempting to vacuum a rug that was way to thin and the thing tried to eat it instead of clean it.
I feel that I have reached a new stage in life, where the highlight of the month is that I have a new vacuum.
It really is cool though! I had no idea how much dog hair lived in our carpet, it's really quite gross.
I will not bore you with all the details, but I am quite thrilled about it.

We have a mouse in our house, most likely mice.... Wolf has only seen one, but I guess there's never really just one. At first, I only found his "evidence" in one particular spot in the pantry by the dog food. So I set up the friendly traps, the ones that will just trap them and not kill them so that I could catch our little furry and unwelcome guest and set him free in the meadows. I even named him Reepicheep after the warrior mouse from the Narnia books. Reepicheep is very sneaky. He comes to his spot and poops right next to the traps. Then I found the cracker that I had placed inside the trap, right next to the trap, he had somehow gotten it out and did not get imprisoned.
My mom got us a storage bin for Winnie's food so that it was less accessible but I think he is still interested in snacking from his traps. I was still ok as long as he stayed away from our food, I still had hope for a safe entrapment. Until last night. Terah was at my house and we discovered that he was not keeping to his little pantry spot, there was crap all behind our fridge and behind our hutch where we have our kitchen appliances on. Where he really crossed the line was in the cardboard box where my diet cokes are, we found poo. Which means he may have crawled on top of the cans. Which means, Reepicheep must die. You don't mess with Mary's diet coke. I washed all the cans, and Terah was amazing and vacuumed and mopped the floor and basically reorganized my kitchen, since I am not technically allowed to do those things right now.
The mouse poison is out. Hopefully the little mouse community that has been partying in my home will soon come to end.


Yes, I do realize that it is pathetic that it took violating my beverage of choice to come to this, but I am a sucker for things that are cute and fluffy.One day, once I convince Wolf, and we win the lottery, and it becomes legal in Maryland, I will have a pet monkey.Just a little one that I can train to do very helpful things and he wont throw his poo at people.Thats just not polite.
Let me know if you have any mouse eliminating tricks!

Back!

It's been a little bit since my last post. Last Wednesday I had surgery and I have since been doing absolutely nothing! I don't think I have ever been so useless in my whole life. I am not supposed to lift anything over 5 pounds for 3 weeks.
It has been kind of like some sort of strange vacation. I love being home with Wolf all day and my family and friends have been amazing. My sweet mom did all our laundry (and it looked much better then when I do it), my sister who is nine months pregnant, came and cleaned our bathroom and organized some things. We have had food brought to us and company and I am so aware of how blessed I am with the amazing people that are in my life.
Thanks for all the "get well" notes and wishes and know that I so appreciate all you wonderful people. You made a yucky time a lot less yucky.

I don't really have much else to write about since I haven't really done anything.

I am going back to work next Wednesday, I am sure I will have more exciting thing's to share about then!

Ms. Mary has a Mommy and Daddy!

So today my parents came to see where I work and then we went to lunch. It was so funny. They have never been there before so I was really excited to have them come and see what I actually do all day. I felt like a little kid myself, when you are so excited for your parents to come for show and tell or something. At moments it almost felt as if I was sitting in on a parent-teacher conference while staff members talked to my parents about me as if I was not standing right in front of them.

Most of my kids were in awe that I actually had parents. One of them got it, my little "who". She kept saying over and over, even after we walked out of the room "thats Ms. Mary's mommy and daddy!!"
It was a lot of fun and we had a lovely time at the Double T afterwards.

In other kid news, there is a plague going through my classroom. It is called "I lovetopullmypantsdownallthetimeandputmyhandsinmydiaper". I don't enjoy this stripping stage or the attempts at touching the poo. About a year ago, this one particular child was infected with this plague. One day she came up to the teacher I was working with, and the teacher said" Sally, how did you get chocolate all over your face??!!" nope. that was not in fact chocolate. Not even close.
It is extremely difficult to keep track of 8 toddlers diapers who have not even heard the word "potty train". Sometimes parents get frustrated that we keeping asking them to bring them more diapers because they can't imagine how their child could possibly have gone through that whole pack so quickly. I am not hiding them for fun! If your child would not poo right after I change their wet diaper, we would not have this problem.

Now that I have just blown your mind with all the potty language(hahaha) I will leave you to your ponderings, or poonderings.
(this is what happens to your brain in my profession!)

Not quite there yet

This evening's blog is about how I look approximately 14 years old. I know that I look younger than I am, and yes I am sure that when I am 65 years old I will appreciate that greatly! However, I am 24 years old, and would very much to enjoy to look 24. It is truly embarrassing sometimes...
Last week, I decided that due to a very stressful time at work, I would treat myself to a pedicure just for fun. I am sitting in the lovely massage chair and enjoying relaxation and this is the conversation that occurs:
Nail Lady: You get nails done for homecoming?
Me: No. I'm 24.
Nail Lady: Oh, so you're over all that?
Me:Yeah, just a bit.



One time, I was in BJ's and I was shopping for the weekend because my in-laws were coming to visit for the first time and it was the night before they got here. I was already stressed out and feeling crazy and I had a huge cart full of stuff. I was scanning my list for items that I missed when these two girls (probably 20-21 years old) stop me. They were holding thing's that made me think they were trying to sell me something, so I was already irritated. I am usually terrible about saying "no thank you" and walking away because I feel bad. Not this time.

Girl: Hello, are you here all by yourself?
Me:(foolishly thinking she was inquiring about my husband) Umm...yeah.
Girl: Ohhh really?? You look so young!Well, do you happen to own your own home?
Me: Yes. I have to go now.Bye.

She thought I wasn't old enough to be a grocery store by myself!

See, I understand that I look young, but why do these people not have any tact? Once it was established that I am older than I look, they continue to dig their hole! At least try be polite after you have discovered your mistake.

I am 4"ll and a half...that doesn't help. Plus I have a very young looking face. Please people, just at least think before you speak. It's not acceptable to tell people that they look older than they are!
Can you imagine this conversation?

Girl: Are you here all by yourself?
Old Lady: Yes....I am 45.
Girl: Ohhh wow! You look t0o old to be going out by all yourself! It's amazing you can still see to drive!


The first time I met Wolf's family was when we went for Christmas 3 years ago. His dad and his dad's girlfriend took us out to dinner. First:
Host: (looking at me) Will you be needing a kid's menu?

Then, we sit down to eat and I ordered a Strawberry Margarita.
I get a coke glass full of pink ice...I sip it.
Waiter: Oh, did you want a real margarita?? I assumed you would be ordering a virgin one.
Me: Nope,I wanted a real one.
Waiter: Oh, well I need to see your ID
Wolf: (sipping his beer, that he did not get carded for) She is older than I am!

Ok, I am done with my rant.

The End!

Sunshine on a Cloudy day

Today was an extraordinarily frustrating day at work for multiple reasons. I also was just feeling really unusually tired which was not helpful. Do you know some days where your tolerance starts at a very low number and so you run out of patience and kindness really early in the day?? This was my experience today. By 3 today, my nerves were more raw than I can remember them being in a very long time. I felt that at any moment I might just literally explode into five kazzilion pieces and have some sort of conniption. I was not smiling, I was not being patient with the 8 banshee's and I certainly was not going out of my way to help or love others.
I left late and was fuming and whining to myself and then I got to my car and there was something on my windshield. It was a note from my friend and co-worker Chelsey. She wrote me a quick and very sweet note when she got to work, and before she even knew I was in an "Ogeresque" (I made that word up just now!) type mood.
This made me smile and definitely set me in a much better mood for the rest of my evening.
I just love how God uses people in our lives to do the smallest thing that can change our whole mood or perspective. I hope that I can be better at seeing those opportunities when He wants me to do that for someone else. I think most of the time we may not ever know the extent to which we have been used by God to bless someone else. It doesn't take much, I need to remember that. I also want to be more conscious of how the opposite can occur as well. Grumpy attitudes are infectious, and I do not want to spread my foul moods to others. I find that I zone in on myself and in the moment I don't think about or care about how my mood is bringing down those who are around me.

Summation: Love God, therefore love those around me, be thankful for sunshine, get over self.

Ogeresque- grumpy, rude, behaving like a big ugly Oger. or in toddler terms; a "poopyhead"

Dear Emily and Emilie

I am 100% ready for you to come home from Wheaton and Seattle...
Ok?

Ready and gooooo!!

see you soon!

love,
Mary

I really do "praise God at the thought of you"
and I love you.

Poor Fluffy

So, in my classroom we have a class pet. His name is Fluffy (I named him), and he is a Russian Tortoise. Every day we take him out and put him on a small table covered by a plastic table cloth where the kids can see him, and we feed him his lettuce. The kids are not allowed to touch Fluffy or his table cloth, they have to watch with their eyeballs.
"C" likes to push limits, she is the same child I mentioned before who was taunting her classmate with her crackers. She kept running over to Fluffy's table and touching the plastic and then watching for my reaction, I told her no and moved her away several times. The last time she grabbed the table cloth and yanked and poor Fluffy went flying through the air and landed upside down on his shell. He was ok, but clearly a bit shook up. Unfortunately, Fluffy is not potty trained. He had peed on his tablecloth and now the pee was dripping from the tablecloth and onto the carpet. I think this is the first time that "C" has ever really and totally understood that she was in trouble. She did not attempt to harass Fluffy today.

Here is a picture of Fluffy the turtle.

As Promised

It's late, but I am keeping my promise to blog for real today!

So this last week has been interesting. I had strep for the first time since I had my tonsils out 8 years ago, and now I have infected my poor husband. We have been super sickies for the last week. This is causing me to want to totally clean and disinfect my whole house this weekend. Those silly munchkins and their icky germs.

On a more positive note, I am so excited for fall! The weather last couple of days has been so beautiful, I hope it's not tempting me only to snap back into summer next week.I love walking outside in the morning or evening and feeling slightly chilly.

Now, I am going to be serious, which is an unusual occurrence. God has been teaching me a lot this past week. I think He is always teaching me a lot, I just am not a good listener. I am realizing how much more I learn when I keep my mouth shut and listen to Him, instead of frantically going about my life like I actually know what I'm doing. Focusing on His words instead of my own, I have been a better manager at work this week and more mindful of what I am doing and why I am doing it, not because I am good, but because He is SO good. When I am at my wits end at my job or I am not feeling well, it's so much better for me to listen to what God might be leading me to, instead of working myself up into a frenziful pity party.
Prayer is so powerful not because what I am saying to God, but what He is so excited to tell me.
Working with kids is a CONSTANT reminder to me of what I must be like to God. He is constantly having to tell me the same things over and over when it usually falls on deaf ears, just like when I say "don't put your fingers in you nose" all day long. I do things that I know are bad for me, but choose to do them anyway, I whine about everything and I am always asking for more. Unlike me with the kids, God is patient with me and His gentle consistent answers remain the same, no matter what the tantrum. His profound mercy and patience is more than I could ever imagine, He has a lot more kids to take care of then I ever will, but He is not annoyed, and this amazes me. From this, I am reminded to be patient with the beautiful toddlers that drive me crazy all day long, because how much more is Jesus patient with me?
Kid's are always willing and ready to be dependent on their parent or caregiver and will rely on them for the thing's they need. I would like to be more aware of how much I need God, and freely rely on Him for it by surrendering this grip I have on my life, and this need to control it.
I certainly wouldn't let a two year old run my classroom all by himself.

too late to write

I want to blog so badly but i can't because i need sleep. More tomorrow I promiseeee!!
Have a lovely thursday!

Thing's I say all day Long

Firstly, I would like to clarify that the reason the hallway is white in the first picture and then blue in the picture with the hole is be because...
The blue color is the basement color, and the first half of the stairway is white, the second is blue. Right as it turned the corner to the second half, is where the lovely hole excitement occurred.

Ok, now for the main topic...
I work as a daycare teacher, therefore, the phrases that come out of my mouth all the day long, would not be very socially acceptable if I worked in an adult environment. You Mom's and teacher's out there will probably hear me loud and clear. I also find that I repeat myself, usually about 8 or 9 times per minute sometimes, and at the end of the day, I really am just tired of speaking.I admit that I often find myself speaking to Winnie and the kids at work the same way,and sometimes use the same phrases. I suppose this is what is to be expected when being around 7 or 8 toddlers for 8 hours of the day.

I thought it might be fun to list some of these phrases:

" We don't bite our friends!"
"Feet on the floor!"
"All done??"
"Take the car our of your mouth!"
"We don't put toys in our mouth"
"Shhhhh, no screaming inside!"
"Billy" don't sit on "Sally's face!"
"You're Ok!"
"Are you Poopy?"
"No!"
"Off the table!!!"
"Don't eat your friends shoes"
"Out of the trash!"
"Yay!!"
How could I forget this oldie but goodie."Take your fingers out of your nose!"

Kids are so funny and so smart. Today, one of my girls was sitting next to her friend at snack, this particular friend likes to steal snacks from the children within his grasp. First, the little girl was trying to feed him her crackers, she would throw them on the floor near his chair, and then he would reach down and pick them up. I caught them when he had collected 4 crackers but had not managed to eat one yet. Then, she decided to try pretend to give him her crackers, and he would get his fingers on it, and then she would pull it away, eat it herself and laugh! These kids are only 18 months old, but they are so tricky already.

Today, I was slapped, kicked, drooled upon, sneezed upon, almost bitten and had some lovely screeching in my ear. All in a days work! Can't say my job is boring.

Hole In the Wall

Apparently today is picture week. This is probably because I just learned how to upload pictures from my camera.

Here is the evil couch of doom.

Followed by, the shape of our awkward stairwell.

And at last, the lovely hole.

The Infamous Winnie

Winnie now....and Winnie then...so small and innocent..

Pictures from California

Wolf and Joey-the cuddliest retriever ever,
and Pictures of Wolf's dad's house, pool and vineyard.

Back Home

We are home from California, and we had a great trip! I don't enjoy airplane rides though. Too small of a space even for people as short as I am. We went out there for Wolf's dad's 60th surprise party.

Highlights from the trip:
Wolf's dad being genuinely surprised and happy to see us all.
Wolf's Aunt and Uncle trying hide from Wolf's dad by hiding behind a newspaper and ducking low in their seats...directly in front of the restaurant.
Wolf's Aunt and Uncle speaking yiddish.
Joey-the cuddliest Golden Retriever on the planet.
Watching Wolf and his brother Jason interact.
Floating in an edgeless pool that that overlooks Sacremento.
The airlines did NOT lose our luggage.
Meeting a woman that sounds exactly like the woman from the Seinfeld episode who says "I had pony! he was a beautiful pony and I loved him!"
Funny discoveries, not as funny to Wolf and Jason.
Getting a break from work.

Un-highlights
Being asked about 55 times if I am pregnant (45 of those times was from Jason)
Smelly person on the plane
Not sleeping very much
Creepy Carlos
Seeing very yummy and food and not feeling well enough to eat it.

It was so hard to go back to work today, I hope I adjust quickly.

No more stressful work dreams?

Today at work, all the kids came back and everything is going back to normal.
For over a week I have been having horribly stressful and very realistic dreams about things going wrong at work, even this weekend after all the cleaning was done.
My boss got back on Sunday and is extremely pleased with all the work that got done and how great everything looks, despite the less than perfect paint job. I am hoping that now, my work nightmares will end. I officially did everything I could do, and my boss is happy. So, I am hopeful that I will sleep peacefully tonight.
In other good news, a co-worker friend of mine came and got the evil couch of doom today! Even more exciting is that her dad came with her to help pick it up, and he offered to fix our ginormous hole for free! YAY! Two big problems solved. I love nice people. Good timing too, because Winnie has just taken interest in the hole and in eating the pieces of drywall around it.
Terah just moved back to the Sunde's and I am sad, I will miss our little basement dweller.

Short Summary Of My Weekend

I am very sleepy. This is because I have a patch behind my ear that is supposed to help with motion sickness. I am going to use if for our flight to CA on Wednesday, but I wanted to make sure I would not have an allergic reaction to it before I am stuck on an airplane. One of the side effects it can have is drowsiness, and I am drowsy, but not allergic!

Good thing's from weekend:
Relaxation at home
Sleep
Hanging out with My Husband
My friends coming home from Africa!!!
Terah sleeping in my basement and showing me her pictures
Lunch and Party with friends
Not going to work
Going for a walk on this lovely day

Not so good things:
I don't feel well.
Our attempt to get a new free pullout couch from my sister, failed miserably.
Said couch, is the cause of a huge hole in our dry wall.
I have a huge couch taking over a our living room,that is not for being sat upon. It is just for taking up precious space until someone comes to give it a new home. Or until we burn it...
I will put up photos of our hole in the wall once I find that thingermajingy that you use to put pictures on the computer.

I am very computer savvy, in case you hadn't noticed...

Yay:)

Cleaning week is over. I am so happy about that, I could cry.

My husband is phenomenal. He helped so much today, he painted and shopped for us at work and saved us all an enormous amount of time. There are many people who have made this week a heck of a lot easier, and to them, I am so very grateful. They helped when they weren't even obligated.

Now, a note about my dog Winnie, just because I feel like it, and she is currently pacing around our basement as I write and watch the Olympics with Wolfy.

Winnie is the most ridiculous dog I have ever known, which fits with Wolf and I, because we are very "special" too.I can only imagine what our children will be like.

Winnie, is a  German Shepherd.  Scary right? In the words of Dwight, "false". She is afraid of everything...literally. She is afraid of boxes that she has not seen before, yes cardboard ones, her tail, cats, and vacuum cleaners. She values ice cubes over any other treat and will come skidding into the kitchen whenever she hears the freezer door open in hopes that a stray cube will magically rain down upon her. She is only like 60 pounds, at most, and is about 5 feet fall on her hind legs. She looks like we starve her, we don't and there is nothing wrong with her physically, the only explanation is that she is so hyper and neurotic that she burns off her calories as soon as she eats them. She likes to eat in the dining room, so she takes her food pebbles into the carpeted dining room and drops them onto the floor, and eats them one at a time. OCD? She spins in a circle about 4 times before she lays down, and she likes to be as close to us as is physically possible. She does sound scary when she barks, so she is a good little guard dog,and when we go for walks  people stay away because they think she is a normal German Shepherd.

Her latest obsession is light hunting. She looks for any reflection she can find, and will chase it, bark at it, and try to bite it. She has bitten the wall several times, which means that she bumps her face and nose frequently, but appears un-phased and focused on her prey.

I love her a lot, because and in spite of her unique qualities, I am glad that she is a cuddly dog and that she can appear frightening when I am home alone. 

I just wish she didn't shed and did not ruin all of the white carpeting in our home with mud and pee-walking.

That is all. Happy Weekend!

Maybe one day I will write a note about Shane our dog trainer, but I don't know if words could possibly suffice.

I am ready to go to California

Next week, Wolf and I are going to California to see his family. I am very excited to go away for a few days because I feel very crazy and I need a break.Today was a day that I just felt completely incompetent. I felt like I didn't know what I was doing, or how to manage time effectively,and I wondered why on this great big planet that anyone would ever trust their business to ME!The painters screwed up a lot, and I did not even realize this until someone pointed it out to me, after I already paid them and I am just having a dumb day. However, I did get Fluffy (our class turtle) a new tank, and it looks much nicer that the one with the big crack in it! Hooray.
Also, Alyssa came and organized the office and it looks about a bazillion times better, and that made me very very happy. Thank you Alyssa:).

I will not whine anymore today, it's not really valid, I just needed to vent for a hot second.
I think those fairy godmothers in Sleeping Beauty are pretty darn sweet. I would enjoy for them to come and wave their wands so that all the things will magically go to their homes. The little fat blue fairy is my favorite. I would like for her to come and live in my pocket.

Today Was a Very Long Day

I am very tired. I am not at all used to working in the outdoors among the spiders, ticks, and other nasty evil things that I found crawling on me throughout the day. I am burnt like a lobster because I did not even think of wearing sunscreen, why would a pasty white girl like me need sunscreen on a 90 degree sunny day??
At work today, we filled the sandbox with about a trillion 50 pound bags of sand, cut down giant tree limbs, pulled out weeds, fought with prickly thorn weed things, washed and scrubbed all our playgound toys, and washed carpets with some dish soap and a scrubby brush. Everyone worked really hard, I am really proud of our staff for how helpful they are all being this week. I am also super happy that Wolf and Mike came and put out the tons of new mulch and raked it for me.
I am sore, itchy, burned and exhausted, but also happy...why? Because I feel like a beast:).

Tomorrow, my wonderful sister-in-law is coming to help me to organize our office, and that will be wonderful for two reasons 1. I get to hang out with her. 2. I will be able to find things when I need them.

In other exciting news, I just discovered "mini-subs" at subway (so what if it's the "kiddie" one). They are the perfect size and super cheap! 2$ for my ham and cheese classic. Subway apparently has discontinued swiss cheese, I did not realize that cheese was an item that you would discontinue,unless it was like goat cheese or something a little more unsual. I do not enjoy swiss cheese, so I am unaffected. Wolf is sad though.

Have I mentioned that I really hate spiders?
Yay for more Olympics tonight!

welcome to my blog!

Ok, so...I am not sure exactly why I think I am interesting enough to have a blog...but I will do my best to keep you entertained. I enjoy writing a lot, that is just about the only thing I miss about school, so I think it will be fun for me at least...

I am the assistant director of a daycare so I feel that most of my posts will be about my always entertaining children from work (thus the title of my blog). There are not babies anywhere in my home, just at my work in case that needed to be clarified.

This week I feel a little bit insane. This is because it is cleaning/painting/craziness week at my work and I am in charge because my boss is out of town. So far, I have had 3 nightmares about the painters messing up the whole place, and one dream about our place flooding in the middle of the night(which actually ended up happening on a smaller scale)prophet perhaps? The painters are doing a lovely job, it is just unfortunate that they don't speak or understand much english, and I never paid any attention in spanish class.

This job is causing me to discover my inner control freak...I am trying to not succumb to this exhausting side of myself but it is not easy! I always have considered myself to be  a pretty relaxed and go with the flow kind of person, and fighting this surprising beast within has been interesting. I think maybe I just need to find the right balance...

Also, for the first time in my life, I am addicted to the Olympics. I am watching those tricky synchronized divers as we speak!

Ok, I will stop rambling for now.

Before I go, here is my funny kid story from the last month or so.

Me to parent whose kids ear is swollen up almost to the size of his head: You need to come and pick up your son and take him to the doctor, he seems to be having some kind of allergic reaction.

Parent: Well, I don't know what I am supposed to do about it.

Oh dear.

On another note,  here is something I learned recently.

 You should not jokingly call your friends "crackers" in front of genius two year olds who remember and repeat everything you say...because maybe she might start to call everyone she meets a cracker...

Ok, now I am done for real.