Sunday, March 22, 2009

Fight Time

This is the event of the day the kids L.I.V.E. for. Its something we in the Eisenhard house call "fight time." Its a call to battle heard throughout the property, perhaps even throughout the valley. One of the kids will start the fight with daddy and they will yell for the others "ITS FIGHT TIME!!!!" and the other two will come running to battle. Someone usually gets hurt but its all for a good cause and they always come back for more.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Credit where credit is due: I copied this from Dawn's blog and thought it would be fun. Now you have to copy it.

1.My uncle once: told me the correct way to insert a suppository (we worked together. This wasn't just a random conversation) And for those wondering, its the blunt end first so that the sphincter sucks up the rest of the supp and you don't have to put your finger where the sun doesn't shine. Yep, its true.
2.Never in my life: Have I blogged about suppositories.
3.When I was five: I stole a piece of candy and then lied about it and had to return It after I was convinced I was going to go to jail. Never did steal again, though.
5.I will never forget: where I was when the Challenger exploded. Or when Doug called and said the Twin Towers were blown up.
6.I once met: a midget.
7.There’s this girl I know who: is waiting for her husband to return from Iraq.
8.Once, at a bar: my mom threw up outside.
9.By noon, I’m usually: wondering where the morning went.
10.Last night: I had a horrible headache and actually lost my appetite. Amazing.
11.If I only had: a brain.
12.Next time I go to church: I will love it.
13.What worries me most: missing the little moments.
14.When I turn my head left, I see: binoculars and the telephone.
15.When I turn my head right, I see: my couch.
16.You know I’m lying when: you see the whites of my eyes. (just kidding. I never lie).
17.What I miss most about the eighties: Fluorescent.
18.If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: old
19.By this time next year: I will be living debt free.
20.A better name for me would be: something people could remember! And spell.
21.I have a hard time understanding: the Krebs cycle.
22.If I ever go back to school, I’ll: be a hairdresser
23.You know I like you if: I give you a hard time.
24.If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: I suppose the person handing me the award?
25.Take my advice, never: apply icy hot to just-shaved legs straight out of a hot shower. Never.
26.My ideal breakfast is: Biscuits and gravy.
28.If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you like apples.
29.Why won’t people: just get along
30.If you spend the night at my house: You will love it!
31.I’d stop my wedding for: no one
32.The world could do without: child abusers
33.I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: I got nothing for this one.
34.My favorite blonde is: My little Brooklyn.
35.Paper clips are more useful than: warts
36.If I do anything well, it’s: give unsolicited advice.
37.And by the way: Jesus is coming back, so you'd better be ready!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

A beautiful day

Yesterday was feeling very much like spring. The kids wanted to have a picnic outside. I tried to convince them to have a picnic on the living room floor because it looked a bit cold to me, but it turned out to be quite nice. In fact, I even sat outside to read the paper for the first time this year. Yippee!
Fast forward to today. Rainy. Snowy. Very wet. Here's a pic of Brooklyn outside in the trees. My kids have been outside NONSTOP lately which I love. The dirt is piling up in the entryway from all of their muddy gloves, boots and coats. But we can deal with that. This week they've discovered tree climbing.
I love springtime!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

What can Brown do for you?

About three days ago I received a package of clothes I had ordered for the kids. I intentionally ordered a couple of sizes in one particular outfit because I wasn't sure how they'd fit. So I went to return the over-sized outfit two days ago. This in itself is a major undertaking. I have to:
a: Keep the clothes-to-be-returned separate from the clothes-to-keep which doesn't sound like much but I think I had to repackage it more than once after the kids helped put their clothes away.
b: Find the appropriate place to do the send off; i.e. UPS, Fed-Ex, USPS (by the way, I think there should be a central mail service for all of these...maybe there is and I haven't found it yet).
c: Get to said store to return items with kids in tow who would rather have their toenails pulled out one by one than run errands with me.
d: Find the appropriate mailing container.
e: Deal with the grouchy employee who is about to go home after her four hour shift.
After all that, I open the door yesterday to find a package. "Well what could this be? I'm not expecting anything." Let this be a lesson to all of you out there to READ the RETURN LABEL very carefully and make sure that you affix the CORRECT ONE to the package or you, too, will have to repeat the process all over again after you mail the package to YOURSELF!!!!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Interview with a four year old.

Just a few random questions I threw out there. Its always fun to hear their answers.

How old are you? four
What's your favorite color?
Who's your favorite parent. ....(pause, pause, pause) and Daddy.
What's the funnest thing you did today? Going under the bridge and throwing rocks to splash Brooklyn.
What's the funnest thing you've ever done in your life? Going to Rachel's house because she's my best friend.
What do you want to be when you grow up? An appraiser.
What should we do tomorrow. Uh...I don't know...go to Starbucks. Lets go to Starbucks.
What's your favorite story? Milly Molly Mandy
What do you like most about Brooklyn? That alot of times she gives me things that she gets.
What's your favorite thing about Ty? That he does pillow fights with me.
Who's Jesus? He's big.
Who's God? He's the savior of our sins.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

I'm a little late posting this, but what's new. I have to brag about my little Ty. Well, actually Doug and Grandpa are responsible, too. They created the super fast winning Pinewood Derby car. I'm told Ty had quite the cheering squad from Brooklyn and all her friends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In other news, there's a lot of learning going on around here. Doug got a bass guitar for his birthday and has been burning the candle at both ends in an attempt to become a proficient bass player. He wants to join worship team someday. And he's full of theory questions for me. Sometimes I just make up an answer and he'll say "oh" and walk away. Here's a video of Brooklyn and Doug playing together. And, yes, I make them play in the dark. It strengthens their eyes.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

When I was a kid I could think of very few things more boring that birding. Snooooooozer. But lately I find myself wanting to learn of and identify birds. I really have no idea why. However, the more I watch them, the more interested I become.

I have a nifty little bird book with pictures for identification,I have no shortage of birds out my window, and I have a crappy set of binoculars sitting next that give me a headache whenever I use them because only one eye focuses at a time. But that's off the subject.

Last week I was SURE I had finally identified a bird and was feeling quite proud of my accomplishment. The description I read fit the bill (haha. Bird joke). But then I stumbled across another website with better pictures and description and I'm pretty sure I am WAAAAY off.

I have, however, learned some pretty funny things in my ornithological quest. Who names these birds, anyway? Must have been men. There's a bird called a bushtit!?!?!? And one called a booby!!! What the heck!?!?! What, exactly, does the booby look like??

Sunday, March 1, 2009

What gets my butt out of bed faster than anything? A kid screaming my name in the hallway with puke projecting from his mouth, that's what! Ty was "slightly" ill last night at midnight. At least he missed the carpet that still smells of vomit from earlier in the week when his little sister had some GI upset. He puked on her, instead. But she slept on (that girl sleeps like a rock).

After all was said and done and the puke bowl placed strategically by his adorable little head, I hear a screech from outside. Doug came bounding from the bedroom (I'm now on the couch since the boy is in my place in the bed). "I think Oreo (the cat) is being eaten by a coyote" he says. What does any good pet owner do? She rolls over and goes to sleep because she's REALLY tired and the cat has claws. But not Doug. Oh, no. He investigates. Turns on all the outside lights. Goes for a walk around the place. And then gets a LADDER and CLIMBS THE TREE to rescue the kitty!!!! Did I mention its midnight????

The cat wanders in five minutes later through the cat door. Unscathed.

The scuffle must not have been so bad because Oreo ventured outdoors a couple of hours later and brought back a mouse. Rewind to the part about me sleeping on the couch. I then get to listen to Oreo chase a mouse around the house, my blanket pulled up over my head, fearing that the mouse might climb up on the couch and under my blanket. Ackk! I'm too afraid to get up to take care of the mouse because its dark and what if I step on it. Ewww. I spend the rest of the night having mouse dreams. And puke dreams. And now I'm really tired.