No, It's Not Make-Up

I was playing "Guitar Hero" yesterday and Meghan was dancing to my guitar playing skills. Her version of dancing is turning in circles. Meghan got a not-so-sweet souvenir from that experience:

She got so dizzy she took a nice little header into our end table right in the eye. It looks a lot worse than it is. She cried pretty hard and it started to swell up immediately. Poor kid.

Pixie Dust

Yesterday my mom and I were hard at work re-doing the girls' room.

Shortly after Jason and I moved in our house in the summer of 2004, we did a lot of painting in various rooms throughout the house. That summer my mom and I painted one of the spare rooms and put up a nice border that helped it seem pretty inviting for a spare bedroom.

The girls have been using that room for quite some time now (it works wonderfully for their bunk bed), and I finally decided that we needed to change things to make it more like a little girl room instead of a spare room.

I found some adorable "Tinkerbell" border at Home Depot which matched wonderfully with our already green walls. My mom hosted an "Uppercase Living" party last month and got a wall decoration for free and decided to get something to go along with our "Tinkerbell" theme. The saying says, "All you need is faith, trust, and a little pixie dust." I am very excited with how it looks. Here is how it turned out:

This picture shows the border and some extra stickers I bought that went along with the border. I love the little saying. It is so cute and it works wonderfully for a little girls' room. Here are some more pictures of what we did:

I put these stickers on the wall by Audrey's bed. Meghan has one on her wall similar to Audrey's too:
The girls like how they each have their own Tinkerbell sticker by their bed. I am very pleased with how things look.

From Toothbrushes to Money

The other day Jason and I received a check in the mail for Christmas from his aunt and grandpa in California. It's kinda nice that they think to do things like this for us even when they don't have to. We ended up cashing the check and venturing out to find something on the day before Christmas. Thankfully it wasn't too crazy out there, but it was only 10:00 in the morning.

I ended up taking the girls with me to "Toys R Us" because I thought it would be fun for the girls to pick out their own presents. Not to mention I had no clue what to get for them. They have plenty of toys they don't play with as it is.

Here is my conversation with Meghan on our way to the store:

Me: Hey Meghan, do you want to go to a special store for Meghan and Audrey?

Meghan: For Meghan and Audrey??? Yeah! What kind of store?

Me: It's a surprise!

Meghan: Oh, I like surprises.

Me: Me too.

Meghan: What are we going to get at the special store?

Me: We are going to get a special surprise for Meghan and Audrey!

Meghan: For Meghan and Audrey??? All right! Is it food?

Me: Nope. It's better than food!

Meghan: Is it toothbrushes???

Me: No, Meghan. It's better than toothbrushes.

Meghan: Better than toothbrushes?

I'm glad to hear that Meghan sees her dental hygiene as something so wonderful and better than food. I couldn't help myself. I busted up laughing pretty hard at that one.

Then on the way home from the toy store, Meghan just said the funniest thing out of the blue:

Meghan: It's my money, and I need it now!

Me: Meghan, where did you hear that?

Meghan: From the TV.

For those of you who are not familiar with that phrase, there is this commercial that is on TV particularly early in the mornings when I am watching the news as I am getting ready for work. It's a commercial about this law firm that deals with helping its clients with structured settlements to try to get them into lump sum payments. Check out the commercial here. It's the last commercial at the bottom of the page.

School Answering Machine

This got sent to me as a forward in an e-mail recently...

For those of you who are not teachers or do not work in schools, this is a little glimpse into what I have to deal with often in my career. The thing about this message is that it's sad but true. Being a teacher is not an easy job, but I know that I am doing what God has called me to do. Hopefully you find this as amusing as I did.


SCHOOL ANSWERING MACHINE MESSAGE TO PARENTS

No wonder so many people were offended!

This is the message that the Pacific Palisades High School staff, a mostly well to do and mostly white area in California, supposedly voted unanimously to record on their school telephone answering machine.

This is supposedly the actual answering machine message for the school. This came about because they implemented a policy requiring students and parents to be responsible for their children's absences and missing homework.

The school and teachers are supposedly being sued by parents who want their children's failing grades changed to passing grades - even though those children were absent 15-30 times during the semester and did not complete enough school work to pass their classes.

The actual outgoing message:

Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of your school. In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, please listen to all the options before making a selection:

To lie about why your child is absent -Press 1

To make excuses for why your child did not do his work -Press 2

To complain about what we do - Press 3

To swear at staff members - Press 4

To ask why you didn't get information that was already enclosed in your newsletter and several fliers mailed to you - Press 5

If you want us to raise your child - Press 6

If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone - Press 7

To request another teacher, for the third time this year - Press 8

To complain about bus transportation - Press 9

To complain about school lunches - Press 0

If you realize this is the real world and your child must be accountable and responsible for his/her own behavior, class work, homework and that it's not the teachers' fault for your child's lack of effort: Hang up and have a nice day!

I love Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving.

I would have to say that Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It seems as though it is one of the few holidays in the year where I feel that we truly enjoy being together as a family and just savor our time together. I know that some people get frustrated with Thanksgiving because essentially we should be thankful for everything God has blessed us with every one of the 365 days out of the year. So in theory, Thanksgiving shouldn't be that different from any other day. I just enjoy having the opportunity to be able to reflect and appreciate my blessings.

I have been blessed in my childhood with many memorable times. Thanksgiving is definitely one of them. Since my family shared about 3 acres with my dad's brother and his mother, I grew up very close to my cousins. We did everything together. We always had Thanksgiving and Christmas together. I would have to say that my most favorite and memorable Thanksgiving would have to be the one we had last year. Part of the reason for that is because my brother Andrew got married the Sunday after Thanksgiving last year. My entire family was there as well as all my cousins I grew up with.

This was especially enjoyable as it had been at least 15 years since all of us have been able to be together for Thanksgiving. It was just like old times. There was my dad's brother and his wife, their five kids (my cousins) where four of them are married now with kids, my brothers, my little family and my sister with her son. It was great.
Here's all of us cousins. It's funny to see how much we've changed from all those family pictures from when we were younger. It was wonderful. I will never forget it. I just hope it doesn't take us another 15 years to get back together again, but it gets hard as we all have families of our own.

I Miss My Brother

My older brother, Andrew, moved to Colorado Springs this past summer.

Andrew and I have always been very close. He was always the one I turned to when something was going wrong, or if I just needed to vent off some steam. When I started college, Andrew lived only a block away from me, so it was really nice to be so close to him and to hang out whenever I wanted to. He was essential in helping me get connected with an awesome group of God-loving Christians. He has always been there for me when I needed him and even when I didn't. I have always depended on him to lend a listening ear or to help give me advice on something. I adore him. Andrew gets me like only a brother can. In some selfish way, I never really thought about looking elsewhere for friendships because I always assumed he would be there. He had always been there for me (location wise) until now. It's not like he isn't here for me now, but it's just different now that he is living two hours away from me.

Don't get me wrong, I am very happy for him and that he has gone back to school and gotten a new job and is supporting his family. I am very happy for him and definitely proud of him. I'm just sad for me. I guess I just always imagined that we would live close to each other and raise our kids together. I know our kids are still very young and there still is time, but I guess I'm having a harder time adjusting to the change than I thought.

I miss being able to stop by his store at any time just to say "hi". I miss seeing him at church every Sunday because he was there. I miss making his favorite burritos just because I knew that if I was making them, he would be there for dinner and take left-overs with him. I miss going to chick flick movies with him because Jason doesn't take me to chick flicks. He was there when I graduated college. He was the Best Man at my wedding, and I watched him cry the whole entire time. Just like I cried my eyes out when he got married. We just have this special bond, and I miss him so much. I miss watching how my girls adore Andrew and love playing with him. He was there when my girls were born.

Here he is holding Meghan the day she was born.
This is Andrew with Audrey about an hour after she was born. He is such a wonderful uncle to my girls. They adore him and look forward to seeing him. They still ask if they are going to see him, Lindsay, and David whenever we go to Nana and Papa's house every Sunday for dinner.

I guess I never thought about his leaving until recently. Maybe that's because I wouldn't let myself think about it because I knew it would make me cry. My oldest brother, Ted, moved away when I was only 14, so he was never really around when I became the person I am today. My sister Sarah and I are really close, but that is because we are sisters. We will always be close. My relationship with Andrew is just different. We have always looked to each other for support and friendship and that unconditional love only a sibling can give.

I made Andrew's favorite burritos a couple weeks ago and cried the whole time because I knew he wasn't there to eat them. Last week I was showing someone at work a picture of Audrey on my computer and I came across a picture of Andrew with Audrey and I started crying. He left a voice message on my phone today and I cried. Not like his message said anything important, but I just miss him terribly. I know this sounds weird, but I feel like a part of me is missing. I miss my friend--my brother.

"Shupa"

My oldest daughter, Meghan, has an imaginary friend. Her name is Shupa. From what I understand, Shupa is like a shadow that can fit in your hands, but is every bit human as anyone else. I think Meghan got the shadow thing from watching Peter Pan. Shupa has been known to play with Meghan and Audrey, go to the store with us, and even share Meghan's bed with her. One time Meghan was "carrying" Shupa in her hands at the store when she had to go potty. Meghan handed Shupa to Jason and quickly made her way to the bathroom. When Meghan was finished, she remembered to ask Jason to have Shupa back.

Meghan continues to talk about Shupa and takes her along to many places. The other day when playing along with Meghan's stories about Shupa, I told her that Shupa came to school with me and got to meet all my students. Here's our conversation:

Me: Meghan, did you know that Shupa came to school with me today?

Meghan: Really? But Shupa's not here now. She's at home. She's a little bit sick.

Me: Oh, really. I thought she was fine because she came to my school today.

Meghan: Well she has a tummy ache. She's at home now because she needed to throw up in the toilet.

Me: Ew! Gross! Good thing she threw up in the toilet, huh?

Meghan: Yeah, and then she threw up on my bed!

Me: Ew! What are you going to do?

Meghan: And then she threw up on your bed and Audrey's bed!

Me: Well, I hope Shupa feels better soon. Maybe we need to give her some medicine when we get home, huh?

Meghan: Yeah. That's a good idea.

The thing that gets funnier with this is that when we got home and got the girls' jammies on to go to bed, Meghan insisted that she not get on her bed because Shupa threw up on it! The imagination on that girl is so amazing sometimes! Thankfully she was satisfied with my pretend washing and cleaning her bed so it would be clean enough for her to sleep in her own bed that night.