Colds, parental visits, and yodeling

The title makes my post sound more interesting then it actually is. I have a cold. I cruddy one. My face feels like one GIANT pimple that is going to burst. (Basically a lot of pressure) I am still on the "getting worse" end of it and not the "maybe the world isn't coming to an end" part. Hopefully soon my cold will return to Alaska and all will be right in the world. Until then, I apoligize for the negative attitude.

The monsters didn't have school Monday or Tuesday. With my "visitor" the cold, that would have been a not good thing. Extra children around when you can't breathe through your nose is not really a happy thought for me. BUT I had VISITORS!!! YEAH for me!

My father had President's day off (Well and all the other days still, because he is still job hunting) So they decided to come and visit for a couple days. They got in Sunday night, and mom came right on in with a casserole. She drove across the state of Missouri with a casserole just for my family. (She's fabulous, I already know this.)

They left me on Tuesday afternoon, and we were all so sad to see them leave. (especially since I can't breathe through my nose.)

I've decided that maybe I could yodel. This has nothing to do with anything, but really I think my voice changes pitch (if that's the right word for what my voice does) alot so maybe yodeling would be for me. Or there is always pig calling. I know that you need a lot of "vocal range" for that one too... Just something for me to look into.

Too Many

I'm rebelling. I think there are too many blog posts about Valentine's Day. Not that I don't love being loved, but I've read enough mushy gushy stuff about everyone's spouses to make me gag for a whole year. So yes, tonight I am rebelling. Instead of a post on Valentines I am going to write about... Firetrucks.

Yesterday I pointed to a letter and asked Tommy which letter it was. His response "Firetruck".

Yep, I've got a real Einstein on my hands. I'm starting to get concerned.

Before Noon...

Today I had one of those mornings. 5 years ago a morning like I had today would of had me selling my children online (either separately or in a buy one get one free sort of deal)

My morning:

Tommy comes down with his full of pee pull-up. He went into the potty and I asked him to put his pull up by the front door. He THREW it across the room which actually wouldn't have been a problem except that I bought DEFECTIVE pulllups. All of the insides went flying all over my carpet, I mean everywhere. I had a PEE carpet.

A couple hours later Tommy comes running up the stairs and into the potty. 2 minutes later he comes out and says "Sorry Mommy" I assumed that he had wet his pull-up and I put him in timeout and gave him another pull-up.

Then I went to get Preston a sippy cup ,he starts walking to the living room with his full sippy and drops in on my living room carpet, which wouldn't be a problem except the lid pops off and I have a WHOLE cup of milk soaking into my floor. I start cleaning it up and then suddenly have to go to the bathroom REALLY bad. I RUN into the bathroom and slip and fall in a huge puddle of PEE!!!

Apparently Tommy didn't wet his pull-up (it was sitting there dry) He just couldn't get to the potty AT ALL.

I've calmed down since. I am doing much better now. There was more that happened but this was the worst part. Luckily Adam got home a short time later so that I could go to Paige's Valentine's party. When I got back from her party he had used our neat Carpet cleaner on the living room, so hopefully it will be milk and pee free for a day or so.

New Quote of the Day

So I was reading my sweet friend's blog. She just had her first little monster and at the end of her post she wrote:

"I never really liked my nose, until I saw it on my daughter."

Okay so that totally made my eyes leaky... just a little.

Quote of the Day

If you don't stick to your values when they're being tested, they're not values, they're hobbies.

I like this one. It's not a Jennifer original, but it will do until I can come up with some incredibly witty yet thoughtful comment.

Question of the Day

Does everyone's voice sound good in their head? I know when I sing, I think I sound AMAZING, luckily I have listened to recordings so I know the truth... I stink (Like super bad, close your ears, where is the dying duck bad)

So once again What does your voice sound like in your head? And for people who really can sing, are you disappointed when you hear your voice played back, or does it sound as good as it did in you head. I hope that makes sense. (but we all know I rarely do)

OH and inmates feel free to answer.

Question of the Day

Do you think people in Prison read blogs? I know that in some of the movies, they have access to the internet (but that could just be the movies, I'm not a prison expert so I really don't know). I'd really like to know?

Hello out there?? Do I have any inmates reading my blog?