Daddy is back!

I am very excited to report that David returned safely from his Rebath business trip! He had a pretty good time in Ohio, and he was very surprised to come home and find the bedroom totally rearranged. Wanting to have done something of value while he was gone (besides just pine away awaiting his return), I asked my mom if she could come and help me organize something. So last night she came and said, "Let's rearrange your bedroom. I had intended on getting the dining room done, but our bedroom was in desparate need of a change. So we completely changed it around (even our chests of drawers. I have his now and he has mine). Its amazing what rearranging some furniture will do for a room. Same amount of furniture (plus we were able to add a chair) but now we have like twice the space. I am so thankful to have a very "spacial" mother. I am so happy with my bedroom, that I can't wait to get the dining/computer/sewing room organized.

early to bed?

Going to get in bed before 10:30 tonight, so sorry no picture and no eloquent description of how perfectly dreadful my day was. Aubie had no nap, but fell asleep in the car at 7:00pm. When we got home, I put her straight to bed. We'll see how that works. So, in case she decides that she wants to wake up at 2:30 am and begin the day, I had better get in the bed soon. Ok, I can't resist putting a picture on here. This is Aubie playing her new drum set that Ma (my grandmother) gave her. When I asked her if she liked it she said, "uh-huh. Just like my Daddy."





Here's her Daddy showing her a few tricks while she sings backup.

Do the Baby Bop Stomp

Aubie got to meet Babee Bopp and Barnee (I refuse to use the actual spelling for these locally made knock-offs) this Saturday at a birthday party. She wasn't afraid of them, and as far as I can tell, she thought they were really them. She said, "Barney is Big." I guess he does look pretty big in person and a different color too ; ) The kids loved them though, and I guess that's what matters. The thing that gets me is when they started dancing with the moms. Who was I dancing with anyway? eeek! It kinda reminds me of when my Aunt Marilyn took us to Rock City and Rocky(the Gigantic Dwarf) started flirting with me and Leah. I was wearing a souvenier Texas T shirt (it had a picture of some canyon or cactus or something brown and tan inside an outline of the state) of Aunt Marilyn's because when we got to her house, she said we were staying one more day than we had planned and we hadn't brought enough clothes. So, anyway, while Aunt Marilyn was inside, Rocky starts asking if we were from Texas (all in weird hand motions) and of course we said no, and then starts doing some kind of sign language that I never understood until a few months, maybe even years, later. Oh! He was asking us where we were staying! During those days, I always pictured a handsome dark haired, brown eyed guy who was working a park job for the summer. But now I'm thinking, any guy who would flirt with a girl in an iron-on-looking Texas shirt couldn't be all that.

Its a pirate party! Ahoy there, me hearty! (on the good ship Feathersword)

Ok, ok, I've got it stuck in my head. For those of you that don't watch the best Australian children's program ever, its a Wiggles song.


The TLAPD Party was a smashing success! We had such a good time. It was also a surprise housewarming for my brother and sister and neither one had any idea. Here are a few pictures:


1]The Dread Pirate Leah eating the head off a mouse.
















2]A portrait of a pirate family.

















3]A merrie game of invisible shrunken head.

a crafty thing : )

Well, it only took from like 12:00 to 3:00 (with countless interuptions from a certain young lady) to get this made with Aunt Evelyn doing most of the work (I wanted to, but I kept getting nervous). It would have taken me much longer than that had I done it myself. I felt so like I-don't-know-squat (she didn't make me feel this way, but when you see someone sew like her, it kinda just happens). Like a young padawan(I thought this word was spelled in a prettier way, but that's what Wikipedia says) learning from Master Obi Wan. Good gracious! She knows every trick in the book. I hope that I retained some of what I learned sewing with her today. I asked her if I could use her serger, and then she pretty much made this backpack. I feel like I did enough to say "My Aunt Evelyn and I made it" not as good as, "Yeah, I made it" or as bad as, "I sewed on the button." So, at least I know how to make one now. And I think I will do much better on my own machine, not feeling like I don't know squat.








Aubie modeling how it looks on a 2 year old. It looks a bit wonky, but its not, my model just had trouble understanding my crazy directions and it has already been stuffed with crayons and a doodle pad.

ok, so I bet you've been wondering

how Parents Day Out (isn't that such a politically correct name?) is going. Well, its going a lot better. *Tommy has been waiting till the last hour to scream his head off and that has been wonderful. 1 hour as opposed to 4, so I'd say things are definitely looking up! Once the *Tommy problem gets worked out, I will be so happy, because I have a room full of boys!(and one sweet, adorable little girl.) Boys fall, cry for a second and then start climbing again. My friend Renee (she has one of each) once told me that girls are more challenging emotionally, but boys test you in other ways. Well, having my own 2 year old princess (I mean princess in all forms of the word), I know that girls are emotionally challenging . But I have to admit, having 10 boys tearing up a room that doesn't belong to me and that I only have to clean up 2 times a week is pretty fun.

nope.

No, that didn't happen. I didn't do anything crafty, because Aubie didn't take a nap. Plus, I had housecleaning to do. So here is a picture of craft we did at school yesterday (I did this particular one with Aubie last night).

one craft a week...

Oh no. My plan to post one refashion a week has not happened. At least I didn't make it a public declaration as I did with the coke (still haven't given it up, but I am thinking a bit harder about it now). I had planned to do something refashiony or crafty every week, but last week I didn't. And unless I get busy, ( showing a skirt that I want to refashion does not count) I won't have one for this week either. Ok, well, I am off to pick up Aubie from school and then maybe I can slip in a little time for something while she is taking her nap.

Merrie Pirate Day!

Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! (You know, I have come to the conclusion that I make a better Yoda than a pirate as far as lingo goes.) I be tryin' to come up with piratey phrases, and more and more like Yoda I sound. Talking backward be not pirate speech. So, this comin' year I be aimin' to hunt a more piratey manner o' speakin'. That way, when this happy day come round again, I be ready for it.



















a picture of my little scallawag at last year's TLAPD party

raggedy-old-early-nineties-bubble-suity overalls

Now that I have your attention...I stopped by a yard sale Saturday and got a cool plaid book bag for $.25. I thought the lady said $.75, but she said a quarter so I was like, "definitely!" Then she pointed to some clothes that were Aubie's size on a rack that I had already perused and the only thing that remotely interested me was a pink gingham Children's Place dress. But it had a stain on it, so I was thinking, fifty cents maybe. She wanted a dollar. No thanks. 'Course now I'm thinking, I could have talked her down to seventy five cents and and I probably would have gotten it. But I have enough refashioning on my plate as it is.
Oh, since I am on the subject of people valuing their stuff too highly (like the lady who put $32 on her daughter's raggedy-old-early-nineties-bubble-suitish overalls at the consignment sale I went to recently), I wanted to tell you about this skirt. I got it at the Salvation Army store shortly before I took the Refashion Challenge in July. I really didn't think I would have to refashion it, but it turns out that I need to chop the top off because it is at a very dowdy length and looks kinda dumb. It is home made obviously, because instead of hemming the bottom on the underfabric, they just let the finished edge of the fabric be the hem (sadly, I know because I have done this). Well, anyway, its kind of a cool skirt for $2.99 or at least it will be. But for some reason--and I don't think its to help the poor, otherwise stuff would be cheaper so they'd sell more of it and make more money--when you get your item to the register, the sales people at such places want to make it seem so much better than it is. Like a rusty pan--"Oh, those are the best pans. I make all my muffins in one of those" me-"so, how much is it? I didn't see a price." her-"Oh, uh, lets see, its $3.33." me-"oh, well, then, no." Well, when I brought this its-going-to-be-cool skirt up to the register, the lady said, "That looks like the bottom half of a wedding dress" in a voice oozing with $8.99. I quickly explained to her that it was just a skirt and I got it on the skirt rack. Uh, yeah. An unfinished hem on a wedding dress.

This picture is what I felt like when I overslept and missed my hair appointment this morning. Aubie didn't wake me up, because she overslept too. I had no idea that darkening the windows (she wakes up at the crack of dawn her at Mom and Dad's) would add like 3 hours to her sleep time. So yeah, I missed my appt. But maybe she saved me from a fate worse than death-- like having my hair destroyed by the students at the beauty school.















pig at Dauset Trails

Parents Day Out Volume 2 Issue 2

Well, today went so much better! Seeing as we only had 5 boys, no girl, and *Tommy left at 12:00. But even *Tommy did better. Miss Saige didn't though. I was late... again. 10:01 when I should be there at 5 till. Crazy how 6 minutes can make that big a difference. I can't clock in 6 minutes early every day, because that would give me 24 extra minutes on my paycheck, but anyway. I don't need to get an attitude, I just need to get there earlier.

nap time

This is what Aubie was doing while I was typing the previous post. Supposedly, she was taking a nap, but 30 minutes later, she comes out looking like this:














Yes, that is a sticker in her left ear. Looks like the ear, mouth, and nose lecture went in one ear and out the other.

Parent's Day Out Vol. 2

Good gracious! I just wasted like 20 minutes posting something that was misdirected or linked badly or something. I forget what it told me. Anyway, we will see if I can remember what I posted. Hmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Oh yeah! I had an awful day. Worse than the one that I posted all the a's and u's and w's, etc. 4 hours of screaming pretty much. Ok, so maybe there was an hour that he wasn't crying. But not all together, it was more spread out, like 5 minutes here, 15 minutes on the Bye-Bye Buggy, 10 minutes during lunch, and... wait. That's not adding up to an hour, is it. Pretty much the only way I can have a peaceful day is to let the other boys (we have 11 and 1 girl; 9 boys today, the girl was sick) climb on the table, push each other around, and snatch the riding toys and grocery cart back and forth. Doesn't sound peaceful? Oh, but it is, because at least *Tommy is quiet. Yes, dear little *Tommy. He really is a precious child, but I think that the problem is he is too intelligent for my class. Like a kid that supposedly has ADHD, but really he is learning numbers and colors when he should be reading Pride and Predjudice. All the other kids forget about Mommy as soon as she leaves--Oh boy! A tractor!--but not *Tommy. He remembers to ask me every 10 minutes, "Whe my Mommy a-yut?". Never loses focus. I ended up talking to the preschool director about it today, because I was just at my wits end. She gave me some suggestions, so hopefully those work. Just pray that they do. Between a purple daughter and a sobbing *Tommy, I have my hands full.
*The name has been changed to protect the... child.

Here's another unrelated picture:When a picture has nothing to do with the post, I at least try to make it interesting ; ) Its a package of rice noodles given to me by the little Japanese girl in my class last year. Isn't the little man adorable?

goth girl

I thought my daughter was happily playing in the living room with her Winnie the Pooh stamp...














Called Poison Control and they said the worst part of something like this is getting the stains out. So at least I don't have to worry. : )

Oh Dear! I just remembered as I was posting the Coke-aholic piece that I said I would try to post a picture with each post. This one has nothing to do with today's post, I just wanted to stay true to my word in something at least : ) . I couldn't put it with the actual post because my post was too big or the picture was too big or maybe it was just to weird. But I think its pretty cool. Should I tell you what it is or should I make you guess? Let's guess, then I will say what it is. I am sure you can figure it out.

Hi, My name is Saige and I am a Coke-aholic

Well, I am officially addicted to Coke. Coca-Cola Classic, that is. Yep. Said I would give up sodas this week right after labor day. I did. First day was a breeze. Second day, I was ok, but the thought of stopping by Nu-Way and getting one of their crushed ice Cokes sure sounded nice. Then yesterday, as though it were a plant from the enemy, someone had put a 2 liter Coke bottle in the hallway. Everytime I passed it, I was like, "good grief! can someone please move the thing? can't you see I'm dying here?" Then of course, it was a horrible day with children screaming and so on that I asked David could we please go out to eat because I just couldn't handle the stress of making supper (I don't have a dishwasher, so using more than one plate would have been more than I could have handled yesterday). So we went to Chili's. I was debating... Should I say I only drink Coke when we eat out? But since Aubie and I went to the bathroom first thing, David had already ordered my drink and guess what? He ordered a Coke and a water for me(what I always order--very sweet of him). Chili's has some of the best Coke! Anyway, so that settled it. I only drink it when I go out to eat. Well, Mimi happened to want to go shopping, so I took her and we got Krystals for lunch. And who ever heard of eating Krystals without a Coke? So, by suppertime, I needed some more caffiene, but all we had was Mountain Dew on hand. That was ok. I drank it too. What the crap am I going to do? Go into Rehab? I get a little stressed out and back to the "drugs". So, I have decided to start afresh next Monday. Maybe I will have the will power then. Sorry to everyone I told that I wouldn't do it anymore. My detox only lasted like 2 days. Maybe longer next time. And maybe I've realized that Cold Turkey is best... But who ever heard of Cold Turkey without a Coke? Just kidding.

Parents Day Out

All I can say is, I hope it gets better. Sometimes I wonder if its not detrimental to my singing having to listen to screaming all the time. I don't want to have to get a hearing aid one day. Well, nobody is really screaming anymore, its more like working in a sawmill. The noise is constant and you have to shout to actually get a point across to your fellow workers. uuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! uwaaah! uuwaaaah! uuuwwaaaaaaaah! (seeing it written doesn't even compare to the actual sound) One would think that if you are old enough to say "where my mommy at?"--a four word sentence (even though there is an unnecessary preposition at the end)--you would not cry all day or need to be held all the time. But sadly that isn't the case. And it has affected Miss Saige so, that it is all she can think of to blog about.

click the dot...

Hey, just thought I'd share this hilarious dot with you. Here's a picture of me blowing bubbles, but I kept shrinking it to get it to be 50k, whatever that is, so I could use it for my profile, but all I could get it down to was 58k. So I shrunk it and shrunk it and this is what it looks like at 58k. . Can you see that? of course you can. Its me blowing bubbles! Actually, this dot is just a period. I can't even get the image to upload because its too small. How am I supposed to get a profile picture if even a dot is too big? I tell ya, I don't know if I will ever understand all this computery stuff! For the real picture click on this big dot.

another refashion!

We were at my Mom and Dad's yesterday after church and I had brought a men's v-neck t-shirt with this red cap and this cool new necklace I made from airplane parts (or some kind of hardware) as my change of clothes for church that night. I had worn one (a men's v-neck) recently at home and for some reason, thought it looked cute. But when I put it on yesterday, I realized how mistaken I had been. What could I do? Well, I've been reading about t-shirt refashioning and then of course, I'm a member of wardroberefashion.blogpot.com and I thought that maybe I could scrounge up something. This is what I came up with. I didn't wear it yesterday... I have a problem wearing things I've made without my Mom or sister's approval first and they weren't around. But I wore it today, and though it has a few problems, I know how to fix them next time I make one. I've already got a few ideas...
For better pics of the shirt and necklace you can click here.

too much fun

Well, its been a busy weekend so its taken me a while to post anything new. Also, I am kinda starting to follow the philosophy of if there's no picture for it, why post it? Probably not the best line of thinking, but, posts without pictures (especially on my own blog) bore me silly. So, even though this happens to be one of those posts, hopefully from now on each one will contain at least one picture whether it has anything to do with the post or not :) One thing I wanted to post , hesitated for lack of a picture, but decided to anyway is about the fun time we had with our friends on Friday. My friend Renee and I have been wanting to get together to talk and have a prayer time, but since she lives about 40 minutes away from me (that sounds so far, doesn't it?), we haven't been able to come up with a good time. But Friday, Aubie had a doctor's appt. in Warner Robins, which is a halfway point for us to meet Renee, and we actually got to spend time with her and her little boy and girl. The girls had so much fun pretending and playing house and her little boy had a lot of fun getting dirty. We started our outing at Chick-fil-A on the playground (and you have been spared my blogging about the horrible children there and how mothers need to take better care of their children), but it was too noisy, so we went to my Mom and Dad's house, sat on the porch, and watched the kids play (and get eaten by mosquitos, though we didn't know it at the time). And we actually got a chance to pray for a few minutes and guess what? One of our prayers was answered like 2 days later! So that was really cool. Ok, well, I am pushing my luck expecting anyone to read anything this long without any pictures. I know I would have difficulty. :)

first post of September

Well, isn't that sad? My first post in September was actually an August post that missed it by a minute.

time out

Oh! and Aubie had her first time out at school today. Well, actually make that her first, second and third time outs. She is so headstrong. She pushed Mary Katherine (her friend that loves her to death and drives her mom crazy saying Aubie's name repeatedly) down to ground. And when her teacher asked her to say she was sorry, Aubie got that dullbaby look. Like she can't understand a word you are saying and probably never has (I didn't see her do it, but by the teacher's description I know exactly what she is talking about). Miss Camille said if she didn't say she was sorry then she would have to put her in time out. After a couple of minutes in time out, Aubie said she was ready to apologize. But when she got near Mary Katherine, she did the dullbaby look, well actually its more like a whistling-at-the-ceiling look that cartoon characters do, only she doesn't whistle. Anyway, she refused to apologize. This happened several times. Miss Camille figured that Mary Katherine must have done something to upset Aubie and that is why she wouldn't. I don't know whether MK did anything or not, buy I have had an almost 2 hour long sequence of time outs with Aubie and it took her that long to finally do what I asked her. God give me patience. If a 2 year old is this strong willed... : )