I have let my blog go this month. I have been feeling very quiet, but I figured that I would do a little hodge podge post to catch up on recent events.
From left to right: I'm bringing sexy back yet again in my super swag paper doctor shorts. Those things are pretty awesome, if you haven't had the chance to sport a pair. My dilapidated body woes never seem to cease. I will spare you the drama because I'm over it, but I'm going in for an injection tomorrow morning- hoping for a miracle. (btw my insurance stinks and I'm going to have to pay out of pocket- it's done in a surgical suite - can you say cha ching?) It is "the year of miracles" according to our family goals this year, so here's to hope….and a tan for those pasty legs! Oh my sunshine, where art thou?
Jordyn has gone loom crazy. I'm starting to have flashbacks to the 80's when she decides to wear all of her creations at once. I am currently sitting next to a gigantic pile of rubber bands and a loom with the beginnings of a poodle being created on it. She had to walk away out of frustration. Apparently the guy on the youtube video was making no sense. Poor girl.
The cleaning product. Well, I bought it the other day on the sole basis that it is Watkins. It reminds me of my grandma. My mom's mom. She used to sell Watkins and while I was spraying down all the counters in the kitchen I had a nice little trip down memory lane. If I were awesome, I'd have more to say about that, but I'm not, so I don't.
This morning Jordyn was extremely nervous about getting her expander placed. I thought she would handle the procedure well (which she did) but I'm worried about the day to day with it. She went to school even though her mouth tasted "disgusting" and she couldn't control her drool because of the metal in her mouth. What a little trooper. Hopefully she's doing alright. We're probably going to have to have ice cream for dinner to lift her spirits.
Emma has been receiving college information nonstop since she took the PSAT. She had a really high score. I asked her if she was flattered that she was only in 10th grade and getting all this mail and she said " puff, no! It's just spam! Who said I wanted to be an engineer, anyway!" I'm guessing that with her being in the super computing challenge and her scores they assumed that she wants to be an engineer. Her email box if full of questionnaires that she refuses to take. One of her friends that is a senior just pulled off the most awesome thing in Emma's book. She's a senior and her parents made her apply to a certain college that she has no intentions of attending. She actually wrote in her application that the only reason she was applying was because of her parents and 'this is why I won't go to your school' and 'even if I get accepted I won't go'……she got a scholarship from them. hahaha Awesome!
Now for the forced love. I've come up with a new parenting style in my home. My 2 oldest do not like to be touched or show affection of any kind. I'm worried about them and I'm trying to correct some things so I came up with "hug therapy." It's going quite well. hahaha. My 2 youngest cannot get enough hugs and shower me with verbal love. After we were done looking at all of Emma's spam we somehow got into a crazy debate about moroccan shoes which somehow started because they were mocking my new shoes. I did a search right then and there and showed the results to Jared and then I tried to reenact a scene from a skit…..only problem…I couldn't remember what they said. I did the action and then just stood there trying to remember the phrase that went with it. Ethan was there to save the day and said "mom, it's 'balance restored'" while doing the action too. It was awesome. My 2 oldest think I am the weirdest person in the world. Ethan, on the other hand, said "mom you are the most interesting mom I know. I don't know any other mom that would do that. You're awesome." To which I said, "and that is why Ethan is my favorite." The 2 oldest continued to scoff and ridicule and then I remembered that they hadn't received their "therapy" for the day yet. Jared ran into the closet forgetting that there was no way out. The handle is missing on the inside. I had to rescue him….he was trapped…..he got his therapy even though he was trying to actually crawl on the shelf to get away from me. A moms gotta do what a moms gotta do!
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