Saturday, February 28, 2009
Poor Marie--her hair used to have such volume...kinda like a Troll Doll...
Up close of poor Marie
The other night, Ella threw up a little in her bed. I don't think she had the flu or anything but she was coughing quite a bit and threw up from coughing. So I stripped her bed and everything that was in the bed went in the washer, too. I put it on the long cycle in the washer because I wanted to make sure it was extra clean and then threw it all in the dryer. I didn't think much of the fact that there were a couple stuffed animals in the mix. I took all the bedding out of the dryer and put it in a basket. I took the basket in the living room. I saw Marie sitting on top and tossed her to Ella while continuing to fold the sheets, etc.
Folding...folding...folding..."MARIE. WHAT HAPPENED TO MARIE?!?! MARIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
Me: "Huh? What's wrong with Marie, Sweetie?"
Ella: "Her hair! Her hair! Look at it!!"
Me: "Huh. Looks like it shrunk a little in the dryer." Crap. Looks like it shrunk A LOT in the dryer. I'm in a heap of trouble.
Ella: "I used to stroke her hair up into a little tiny point and now I caaaaan't. Her hair looks like GRAMMIE'S!!" (Grammie has a short, permed 'do that she's been sporting (and I've been trying to get her to get rid of) since the early 80's.). Insert lots of crying here.
I tried to joke around about it to lighten the mood so I played the melodrama card.
Me to Marie: "Oh POOOR Marie! I am soooo sorry, Marie! Your beautiful hair! Oh Marie what will you dooooooo?"
Ella (laughing) to me: "Don't be silly. You're just being goofy now."
Me to Ella: "I really am sorry about Marie."
Ella to me: "It's ok."
Ella exits the room and I sigh in a moment of relief....until she returns one minute later.
Ella to me: "Mommy, I really....am.....upset....about MARIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Insert hysterical crying and many hugs here.
I feel about this big now.
I went to work and made all my coworkers listen to the story so they could give their advice because I didn't know what to do. There were many schools of thought. Here they are in no particular order:
1.) Tell her you're sorry and that's the end of it.
2.) Buy her a replacement Marie because if you had ruined something of your friends, you would replace whatever you ruined for your friend.
3.) Explain to Ella that Marie is still the same Marie on the inside even though she is now ugly on the outside. We love Marie for what's on the inside.
4.) Buy her a bigger, better Marie and beg for forgiveness.
5.) Fix old Marie with new hair/fur.
6.) Have the Easter Bunny bring a new one.
7.) Tell her you're sorry with no replacement because really it's just a small part of Marie that doesn't look good. She remains intact (minus the puff of her previously loved fur).
8.) Ask Ella what would make her feel better. A new Marie or the same existing Marie or a new toy to sub for the now unattractive Marie.
What did I decide to do? Stay tuned.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Among our ideas are Disneyland, Yellowstone, getting a cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and a train ride somewhere.
I'll put these options along the side for you to vote on but if you have a better idea, just leave it in the comments section. We want something really memorable for the kids since this will be our last summer together before Ella starts school in the fall.
Tell me about the most memorable vacations you guys had as kids!
That's a whole lotta fluff.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Angry. Very angry.
I gave him a pretty severe tongue lashing (read into this that I was yelling about how his watching Tom and Jerry cartoons have turned him into a complete savage and that he will never be allowed to watch them as long as he lives under my roof, etc, etc.). Then there were tears and a fun little activity we call "time out." He stood in the corner for time out for probably 15 minutes (the usual rule of thumb is one minute for every year old they are but this was a pretty severe violation). There was a lot of weight shifting back and forth on each of his feet because they had started to (presumably) hurt from standing on our wood floors in his bare feet. After his time was paid, he came out of the corner and started crying. I asked him what was wrong. He started crying really hard and asked if Ella would still be his friend.
I told him I didn't know because that was up to Ella. Feeeeel the tough love, baby.
He went up to Ella and said "Ella are you still going to be my friend" and then cried really hard again. She answered "Yes, Luke, I will always be your friend even when you stab me in the back with a pencil. Even if you stab me again."
We won't have to worry about a re-stabbing, will we, Luke?
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Aside from the material you need:
One willing volunteer.
Your sewing machine and coordinating thread.
A spool of ribbon (bought on clearance for 25 cents. Yeah, that's right. I said 25 cents)
An iron and ironing board.
Now, take your material and sew the edges together.
Have your child put the newly constructed dress on (yes it was constructed with only one straight line of stitching plus I zigzag stitched the edges because I don't have a serger). Next measure out some ribbon to use as straps (see also below).
Sew on the straps. I left a little bit of extra strap on the ends so that if she grew over the summer, I could easily adjust them later.
Have your child try on the dress again to mark the hem.
Beg your kitty to get off the ironing board so you can iron the hem where you want it.
Iron the hem with your kitty still laying onthe ironing board because you can't force her to get off.
Take the dress back to ye old sewing machine and sew the hem on.
Have your child try the dress on.
Total price: 21 inches X 35 cents an inch=7.35 BUT I had a coupon for 40% off a cut of fabric so $7.35 X .6 =$4.41
Plus the cost of ribbon and thread--maybe 50 cents total but that's probably overestimating the cost. So $4.91 total
How long did it take? About an hour including the time it took me to try and get my cat off the ironing board and a ten minute phone call.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
(I'm not labeling him a "loser" I'm just making sure you know it's my Dad in the video. My Dad who lost. Lost to me. The Winner.)
I love how he rolls it, dances, and completely doesn't pay attn to where it goes.
My Dad can't stand to lose. There. I said it. Now it's out there. He hasn't bowled in like 20 years (at least...maybe more) but he used to be fairly decent at it from what I hear. He even took a bowling class in college, I believe.
Because he can't stand to lose, it's that much more fun to rub it in his face. I mean, yeah, I could've been the bigger person and let it go, but what fun is that? I mean, did I have to get right in front of him and point in his face and scream "LOSER!" like 5 times in a row? No, probably not. Did I have to chant "Who is the winning team? I am the winning team! Is he not the losing team? Yes, he is the losing team! Winning team! Losing team! Winning team! Losing team!" No, I guess not. I mean, did I take the above video with the intention of posting it on the blog after I beat him? Well, quite frankly yes, but that's beside the point.
(Winning team! Winning team!)
What do you think he chose? I'll let the shoes do the talkin'.
Monday, February 02, 2009
So in the spirit of providing you all with TMI, I listed the most lame songs I have on my i-pod (these are few and far between the regular stuff, I promise, but yes, they are actually in there).
Vote for your favorite (or non-favorite if you will).
******Update: I just called my Mom to see which one she thought was the most lame (given her stellar taste in music) and she said to me "You've got all those in your i-pod? Do I have those 'cause I'd really like them. All but Michael Jackson. I don't like him."********
Just in case you are confused: Myles and Chase are my brother's children. I only have 2 (Ella, 5 and Luke, 3). If you write a comment, that's awesome, but please do not use our last name or give any identifying information about where we are located. I try to keep that out of the blog so just in case some crazy stalker stumbles upon it they (hopefully) would not be able to locate us.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Their latest love...Tom and Jerry.