An Old Post I'm Letting Go...
Saturday, August 16, 2008 by Amy
Oh, I am sooooo beyond exhausted! For the past three days I've been watching Isaiah and Ariana for 9-10 hours a day. Then going to the school to paint after dinner and coming home between 11pm and midnight. Then get up again between 6am and 7am depending on when Isaiah and Ariana will be dropped off. Ugh. And I even managed to scrub the house down yesterday. Our usual water and vinegar cleaner wasn't good enough for the stove. I usually sprinkle baking soda on and then clean with water and vinegar, but I used all the baking soda in the litter box. Glory be to Brillo pads. Ah, stove is nice and clean.
I am thinking of getting a can of magnetic paint and making a magnetic wall. The name is really a misnomer because the paint is not actually magnetic, its a metal paint that magnets stick to. That way we can have a wall that Riley and Avery can arrange their art on without using glue, tape, or tacks to stick them up. And you can paint over the "magnetic" primer with your regular wall paint color so it will be invisible. And hopefully when we move, another family will move in and go "Sweet! A magnetic wall! The previous mother must have been a genius!" At least, that's how it will happen in my head. Yeah.
So, now that we have single-stream recycling and no longer have to sort anything ever, our recycling can looks a lot like our trash can, giving Avery a coronary every time she walks into the kitchen. "Gasp! Mom, we can bee-cycle this! And this and this and this. And we can bee-cycle this!" And then she makes that snotty exhale that I thought was only reserved for teenage girls and gives me the look. So I had to explain that the can with the blue bag is the recycling and the can with the white bag is trash. Maybe she'll get off my back now.
Avery has also entered another level of pretend play. She was playing with her Playmobil animals and there was a specific baby cat that she was looking for. I couldn't find it. Bracing for a meltdown, I told her that it must be missing. But Avery grabbed a chicken and said "It's okay. I'll bee-tend this is a baby cat. Just bee-tend." How nice.
Just now she wanted to pretend that she was a baby and put on her diaper (a week ago, I wouldn't have done it, but she is not 100% potty trained and just peed in the potty not two minutes ago). So I put her in the Swaddlebees that she suggested. Matthew asked what she was putting on and if it was a really diaper. I said yes, it's a cloth diaper that you can wash and use again. And Avery says to Matthew "Yeah, like a washcloth!" And then she makes the snotty exhale sound again. Like, duh!
I am just so sick of the rain. And the cold. It was in the fifties yesterday and rained all stinking day. The night before it thunderstormed so bad that I woke up. It was just the loudest thunderstorm that I had ever experienced. I know, waking up during a nighttime thunderstorm may not seem like a big deal to most people, but I have seriously never woken up during a thunderstorm. Growing up, my family would all complain the next morning because they couldn't sleep because of the thunderstorm, and I'm like "what thunderstorm?"
So yesterday, because of the rain, I had Riley, Avery, Isaiah, Ariana, Matthew, his sister Julia, Josephine, and Ryan in our house. I mean, eight kids? Who wouldn't go crazy? Thankfully, Ariana took a three hour nap (her norm, lucky mom) and Avery was napping and Isaiah took a short nap and Riley went over to play in Matthew's house. Ah. I could breathe for a minute. All of Riley's friends are older than she is, and they all start school on Monday. Riley will be one lonely child. Maybe we'll get some of the Montessori stuff done.
Speaking of Montessori stuff, Riley was really feeling it yesterday. All the kids over our house, me running to the school to paint, and she was so emotionally fragile yesterday. I told her that we would make ourselves some tea in the tea pot and have a tea party while doing some Montessori work right before bed. She worked on addition and did it pretty well. It was her first exposure.
Lying in bed last night trying to get the girls to sleep, I was watching the Olympics and Riley asked me to put something on for her (she really never gets to watch TV in bed unless she's sick, but she still asks all the time). I was like, seriously, fat chance kid, Michael Phelps will be in the pool any minute now. Oh my goodness, what an awesome race that was! Yes, I am a nerd.
Avery has this new thing about washing her face "So it can look beautiful. It's not beautiful right now. I look like an orphan. I will wash my face so it is so beautiful beautiful!" I can see who our bathroom-hog will be in the years to come!
Oh my goodness, it actually stopped raining! Riley ran right out.
I am thinking of getting a can of magnetic paint and making a magnetic wall. The name is really a misnomer because the paint is not actually magnetic, its a metal paint that magnets stick to. That way we can have a wall that Riley and Avery can arrange their art on without using glue, tape, or tacks to stick them up. And you can paint over the "magnetic" primer with your regular wall paint color so it will be invisible. And hopefully when we move, another family will move in and go "Sweet! A magnetic wall! The previous mother must have been a genius!" At least, that's how it will happen in my head. Yeah.
So, now that we have single-stream recycling and no longer have to sort anything ever, our recycling can looks a lot like our trash can, giving Avery a coronary every time she walks into the kitchen. "Gasp! Mom, we can bee-cycle this! And this and this and this. And we can bee-cycle this!" And then she makes that snotty exhale that I thought was only reserved for teenage girls and gives me the look. So I had to explain that the can with the blue bag is the recycling and the can with the white bag is trash. Maybe she'll get off my back now.
Avery has also entered another level of pretend play. She was playing with her Playmobil animals and there was a specific baby cat that she was looking for. I couldn't find it. Bracing for a meltdown, I told her that it must be missing. But Avery grabbed a chicken and said "It's okay. I'll bee-tend this is a baby cat. Just bee-tend." How nice.
Just now she wanted to pretend that she was a baby and put on her diaper (a week ago, I wouldn't have done it, but she is not 100% potty trained and just peed in the potty not two minutes ago). So I put her in the Swaddlebees that she suggested. Matthew asked what she was putting on and if it was a really diaper. I said yes, it's a cloth diaper that you can wash and use again. And Avery says to Matthew "Yeah, like a washcloth!" And then she makes the snotty exhale sound again. Like, duh!
I am just so sick of the rain. And the cold. It was in the fifties yesterday and rained all stinking day. The night before it thunderstormed so bad that I woke up. It was just the loudest thunderstorm that I had ever experienced. I know, waking up during a nighttime thunderstorm may not seem like a big deal to most people, but I have seriously never woken up during a thunderstorm. Growing up, my family would all complain the next morning because they couldn't sleep because of the thunderstorm, and I'm like "what thunderstorm?"
So yesterday, because of the rain, I had Riley, Avery, Isaiah, Ariana, Matthew, his sister Julia, Josephine, and Ryan in our house. I mean, eight kids? Who wouldn't go crazy? Thankfully, Ariana took a three hour nap (her norm, lucky mom) and Avery was napping and Isaiah took a short nap and Riley went over to play in Matthew's house. Ah. I could breathe for a minute. All of Riley's friends are older than she is, and they all start school on Monday. Riley will be one lonely child. Maybe we'll get some of the Montessori stuff done.
Speaking of Montessori stuff, Riley was really feeling it yesterday. All the kids over our house, me running to the school to paint, and she was so emotionally fragile yesterday. I told her that we would make ourselves some tea in the tea pot and have a tea party while doing some Montessori work right before bed. She worked on addition and did it pretty well. It was her first exposure.
Lying in bed last night trying to get the girls to sleep, I was watching the Olympics and Riley asked me to put something on for her (she really never gets to watch TV in bed unless she's sick, but she still asks all the time). I was like, seriously, fat chance kid, Michael Phelps will be in the pool any minute now. Oh my goodness, what an awesome race that was! Yes, I am a nerd.
Avery has this new thing about washing her face "So it can look beautiful. It's not beautiful right now. I look like an orphan. I will wash my face so it is so beautiful beautiful!" I can see who our bathroom-hog will be in the years to come!
Oh my goodness, it actually stopped raining! Riley ran right out.
