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2009 January

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January 14, 2009

By the light of the Nintendo

Day 14 of 365

Yes, I have joined the dark side. After years and years of being an electronic free house, the Waldorf schools would have loved us, we slowly began acquiring things than needed batteries. My last hold out was hand held video game things.

A few years ago I bought Leapsters for some of the kids. But I was able to convince myself that they were educational and as such were not really hand held video game things.

Then Nintendo gave me two DS Lites last year. Everyone shared them. And we only had the Brain Age game. After awhile they had all improved their little brains as much as they could and the novelty had worn off.

As of today, everyone has their own Nintendo DS. Today at Target I calculated the price of my sanity and realized it was $258, plus tax. Yes, I Bought two more. Hopefully the never ending arguing about whose turn it is will end. Maybe, just maybe, they will all sit silently by the glow of their Nintendos and shut the hell up for five minutes. I know. I dream big.

My daughter got a pink Nintendo. And a Wedding Planner game. A game whose sole purpose is to pick the perfect dress, music, veil, and flowers for your wedding. I think you even get to pick the perfect groom, the ultimate wedding accessory.

Don’t judge me. Gloria Steinem is clutching her chest in agony right now, shouting, “We burned our bras for this?” I’m sorry Gloria. I am really, truly sorry. I have sold my feminist soul for five minutes of peace. And I am totally okay with it.

I’m typing this braless if it makes you feel any better.

Posted by Chris @ 8:45 pm | 60 Comments  

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Day 13 of 365

Only thirteen days in and I forget. Ooops.

I love this little painting my 8 yr old son made. So much so that I taped it to my refrigerator. Anyone who knows me knows that this is something that NEVER happens in my house. I like to keep the front of my appliances clutter free, the way the good lord intends them.

Lately I have felt like the faceless rower in the painting. Frantically rowing, trying to get somewhere, but only seeing where I have already been.

Kind of thinking the rowing is an awful lot of work and that maybe I should just stop and look around for awhile. Or at the very least get some longer oars that actually reach the damn water.

Posted by Chris @ 11:05 am | 16 Comments  

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January 12, 2009

The Inevitable

Day 12 of 365

I can’t keep any plants alive. I love plants in the house. I feel like it makes the house feel more alive. But I can not for the life of me remember to water them in a timely manner.

Then the inevitable happens. Eventually I throw it away, cursing myself. How hard is it to keep a plant alive?

I buy another plant, swearing that this time it will be different. But it never is. Even the hearty plants succumb to my neglect.

Isn’t enough that I manage to keep seven children fed and watered. And alive! Isn’t it?

Posted by Chris @ 8:04 pm | 60 Comments  

Ending Hunger, One Bowl of Oatmeal at a Time (updated below)

Every single morning Miles, my newly turned 4 yr old, eats instant Quaker oatmeal. Every. Single. Morning.

Even if I am making something else for breakfast like waffles or pancakes or omelettes (oh, shut up it does so happen) he insists on having his bowl of oatmeal first. “Just a widdle snack!” he says.

So when I was contacted about blogging about Quaker oatmeal and their campaign to end hunger, I thought how could I say no. Their goal is to give 1 million people a healthy bowl of oatmeal. That is a lot of people. And a lot of oatmeal. Probably as much oatmeal as I buy in a year.

For participating I have been given 2 coupons to give to two commenters for some oatmeal, as well as a case of oatmeal to go to my local food bank. I’ll pick two people at random from the comment section to send the coupons to. They are going to send them to you directly so you don’t have to wait for me to mail them to you. Because that would happen, uh, never.

But the best part? The reason I said yes to doing this, the blogger that gets the most comments on their post will receive $5000 for the hunger charity of their choice. So leave me a comment. I want to win because I am competitive like that.

Join the Facebook group and upload a photo of yourself with the Quaker Oats man, if you want. But, uh, you can’t deface him in anyway. Or do anything nasty with him. Not that you want do anything to the wholesome Quaker man, just sayin’. Download your own Quaker Man here.


He blows so hard that often the oatmeal goes flying across that table/. I can not tell you how much his siblings LOVE that.


What? What??? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my oatmeal.


Mmmmmmm, no I will never grow tired of eating oatmeal for breakfast. How dare you suggest such a thing!


It’s like heaven in a bowl. Even if my mouth gets stuck together like glue.


Maybe one day I will branch out from the Maple and Brown Sugar oatmeal. But not today. And probably not tomorrow either.


Wouldn’t it be great if all children, everywhere, could push back from their breakfast table, full and content?

Updated: Apparently when I agree to do things I should read better. The comments that count toward the $5000 for charity have to link to your facebook photo with the Quaker Man. Gah, I know. I know.

Posted by Chris @ 9:49 am | 272 Comments  

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January 11, 2009

Day 11 of 365

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

Posted by Chris @ 7:21 pm | 11 Comments  

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January 10, 2009

Moon Rising

Day 10 of 365

As I am typing this the sun has fully set and snow is falling. Again.

From inside the warm house it looks beautiful. We have the fire in our wood stove. The smell of stew in the crockpot fills the air, making us all hungry. The kids are playing games together nicely, or at least no one is crying or yelling.

The snow does not need to be dealt with until morning and so I can almost convince myself to enjoy it in a way that only little kids, who are too young to know what a royal pain in the ass it is, can do.

And I can’t help but think that this moment, this one right now, is as close to perfect as it gets.

Posted by Chris @ 6:04 pm | 20 Comments  

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January 9, 2009


It’s always a good day for cupcakes.
And for licking the bowl.

Posted by Chris @ 11:57 pm | 6 Comments  

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January 8, 2009


My oldest son and I in the elevator. Yes, I really am that short next to him, even with 3 inch heels on my boots. Note the WHITE sweatshirt.

her: what are you doing today.

Me: at the Wizard, also known as the concussion doctor, to see if 14 yr old has a brain

her: good luck with that

Me: ARGH, we are an hour early for our appt. Scarecrow says he knew we left the house an hour early. Don’t have high hopes for finding the brain

her: Hahaha.

Me: Scarecrow taking assessment test right now. So nervous. Why???

her: Because you just don’t want him living with you for the rest of your life.

Me: Oh hell no.

her: I am shopping for furniture. SO very stressful.

Me: you need a shopper

her: I need a cocktail.

Me: yes, drunken shopping. Then you wouldn’t really care what you bought.

Me: Oh happy day. Scarecrow haz brain.


We went to the concussion specialist today and my son was given the okay to begin doing small amounts of school work and reading. He can also resume physical activities that pose no risk to him injuring his head. Like shoveling.

Ok, maybe the doctor didn’t specifically mention shoveling, but he meant to. Along with unloading the dishwasher. I just know it.

Posted by Chris @ 9:58 pm | 27 Comments  

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January 7, 2009

The Quintessential Teenager

Day 7 of 365

I ask him every day if he is holding up that wall. It is his favorite place to hang out.

The baggy jeans WITH RIPS, the Etnies with DIFFERENT COLORED LACES, the oversized sweatshirt… what you can’t see is the bagel in his hand, because the boy can not eat enough carbs. His weight this morning was 150, giving him an almost 25 pound weight gain in the past month. I am not sure that he has stopped eating since we returned from Florida.

The Nerf gun right next to him, ready for him to grab at any moment and shoot one of his unsuspecting siblings. No matter how many times I tell him not to shoot at them. He is in the weird place between childhood and adulthood, vascillating wildly between the two. Even he doesn’t know quite where he belongs.

What you also can’t see is the attitude. With a capital A. And the eye rolling. Dear lord the eyerolling. And honestly? He is one of the good teenagers. I fell lucky to have him. Even if he does like to tell all of us exactly what we are doing wrong at any given moment. But without him? How would we ever know how stupid we are?

Tomorrow we go back to the concussion specialist. Where I hope we get the okay for the boy to start reading and doing schoolwork and doing some damn chores. I fear he is losing brain power faster than we can ever recover it. And I am tired of watching him lying around. I know… pass the mother of the year award over here. But damn, his laziness knows no bounds.

Posted by Chris @ 7:38 pm | 32 Comments  

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January 6, 2009

Learning to play the guitar


Posted by Chris @ 10:29 pm | 8 Comments