Abby and I are listening to her new favorite song: She Will Be Loved, by Maroon 5. I didn't even know she knew this song until we were driving home from the store tonight and it started playing on the radio. Low and behold, she started to sing along. I love her interpretations of the lyrics! She thinks Adam is singing "she wee hello!" when the words are actually "she will be loved!" Hehe! She's cute!
I'm researching online where to find some tapes my grandmom used to have for me when I was a kid that I think Abby would really like. I found out that they are all out of print, but I can buy them through an out-of-print Christian record company. The tapes are full of really cute stories for kids to teach them about God. I'll check with my grandmom first to see if she happens to still have them. I'd love it if she did, but if not I'll have to pay $20 for a cassette!! lol
I'm just about finished my essay for English class on Tuesday. Hooray! Tomorrow night I have Sociology class so I guess I should get my assigned reading done!
M.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Georgie's big mess!
I rented '13 Going On 30' from On Demand, and now I'm just hanging out with Me, Myself and I! Georgie went to bed at 7 and Abby's in my bed, so it's turned out to be a quiet evening. A well deserved quiet evening, it was a busy day and I was here to deal with the kids alone. George is at State College this weekend for football. (It was pouring there this morning, but by game time, the weather cleared up, and Penn State won 37-13.)
Anyway, back to explaining why I deserve a little peace. Georgie gave me quite a scare today. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, and I heard him start to cry. I was about halfway down the stairs when I noticed that his whole face and shirt, his hands and his arms were covered with what looked like blood, and he was screaming. As I got closer, I could see it running out of his nose and mouth, and in front of him was a a very large reddish-brown puddle on the carpet. I started to panic, and asked Abby if she knew what happened.
"Did he fall?" I asked her with a sense of urgency.
"I don't know," was her only reply.
Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call someone, anyone, I noticed something in Georgie's mouth. I gave him a quick sweep with my finger, and pulled out a wad of paper. I looked at the soggy little ball closely and realized it was a crayon wrapper. It turns out that the originator of this disaster was a chewed up, slobbery crayon. What I thought was a massive amount of blood was really only a melted burnt-orange blob of wax mixed with tears and snot. It took me a good half-hour to clean Georgie and another hour to remove the mess deeply imbedded into the rug downstairs. Lol. Such is the life of a mom! Things always seems to get especially crazy when George is away!!
Gotta keep working on my homework, so I'll add more later! Plus, Owl, Zebra and Monkey are sleeping over tonight, so Abby asked me to make popcorn for her slumber party friends! Tata!
These pictures are after I cleaned his face up a bit!
I guess I should have looked at his teeth before I panicked!
Talk about "wax teeth!"
M.
Anyway, back to explaining why I deserve a little peace. Georgie gave me quite a scare today. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, and I heard him start to cry. I was about halfway down the stairs when I noticed that his whole face and shirt, his hands and his arms were covered with what looked like blood, and he was screaming. As I got closer, I could see it running out of his nose and mouth, and in front of him was a a very large reddish-brown puddle on the carpet. I started to panic, and asked Abby if she knew what happened.
"Did he fall?" I asked her with a sense of urgency.
"I don't know," was her only reply.
Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call someone, anyone, I noticed something in Georgie's mouth. I gave him a quick sweep with my finger, and pulled out a wad of paper. I looked at the soggy little ball closely and realized it was a crayon wrapper. It turns out that the originator of this disaster was a chewed up, slobbery crayon. What I thought was a massive amount of blood was really only a melted burnt-orange blob of wax mixed with tears and snot. It took me a good half-hour to clean Georgie and another hour to remove the mess deeply imbedded into the rug downstairs. Lol. Such is the life of a mom! Things always seems to get especially crazy when George is away!!
Gotta keep working on my homework, so I'll add more later! Plus, Owl, Zebra and Monkey are sleeping over tonight, so Abby asked me to make popcorn for her slumber party friends! Tata!
These pictures are after I cleaned his face up a bit!
I guess I should have looked at his teeth before I panicked!
Talk about "wax teeth!"
M.
Friday, September 17, 2004
pacemakers and fire alarms
It's been a while since I updated last! Been keeping busy! Last month we all went to the shore with Jay, Lisa and the kids for a long weekend. It was a great trip. The kids had so much fun together, and the weather held out nicely for us. On our last day there, we got a call from home saying that George's dad was in the hospital, having a pacemaker "installed." Apparently his heart stopped a few times, and they had to put the paddles on him to reboot. It's pretty much the same thing that happened to my dad a few years ago, when Abby was a baby. Everyone was very scared, as you can imagine. But everything went very well. So well that the next week, even though I worried Al was not going to be ready for such a trip, we headed down to the boat with Al and Dot for our annual cruise. Actually, not all of us went. Denise took Georgie for the weekend, since he doesn't bunk well on the boat. We dropped him off on Friday, and George and Abby and I enjoyed a couple days at home alone before we headed to the boat on Sunday night. ETA 11pm. This year Al was told not go any further than the canal with the boat. The jerking of the waves in the bay was enough to pull the wires of the pacemaker out of their stratigically placed points in his heart. Late Monday morning, maybe early afternoon, we scooted out of the marina towards the canal, but when we hit the bay, it was so calm that Al dismissed all doctor's orders and he and George kept right on going... to Chesapeake City, where we stayed for two nights.
I started back to class last week. My first day of English was the 7th. I've already had 2 quizzes, written 2 short essays, and I have a big essay due on Tuesday. Sociology just started this Monday, the 13th. So far I think I'm going to love both classes, but they're going to be alot of homework and studying. Sociology class was a bit of a waste on Monday. Someone pulled the fire alarm during the first half-hour of class, and we had to stand outside for 45 minutes until they got everything sorted out. But somehow we still managed to squeeze in 4 pages of notes and a pop quiz on the 20's by the end of the night.
Georgie has been walking everywhere!! He finally got the hang of it. We think Jayme taught him how. He does not like the whole concept of shoes yet. Everytime I put them on his feet, he either crawls, or he'll walk (actually, it's almost an exagerrated march) raising his feet as high as he can lift them, probably hoping the shoes will fall off mid-stride! I guess he'll get used to them, I don't remember if Abby had this problem or not.
M.
I started back to class last week. My first day of English was the 7th. I've already had 2 quizzes, written 2 short essays, and I have a big essay due on Tuesday. Sociology just started this Monday, the 13th. So far I think I'm going to love both classes, but they're going to be alot of homework and studying. Sociology class was a bit of a waste on Monday. Someone pulled the fire alarm during the first half-hour of class, and we had to stand outside for 45 minutes until they got everything sorted out. But somehow we still managed to squeeze in 4 pages of notes and a pop quiz on the 20's by the end of the night.
Georgie has been walking everywhere!! He finally got the hang of it. We think Jayme taught him how. He does not like the whole concept of shoes yet. Everytime I put them on his feet, he either crawls, or he'll walk (actually, it's almost an exagerrated march) raising his feet as high as he can lift them, probably hoping the shoes will fall off mid-stride! I guess he'll get used to them, I don't remember if Abby had this problem or not.
M.
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