Big Week at the Wagner House

Let's see...

1. Ben fell at my sister in laws on Tuesday and hit the coffee table on the way down. Four stitches. Yes. My 11 month old has four stitches. Just one of those things.

2. This week is conference week for our school system. On Thursday, we met with Sam's teacher for a Sam love fest. She loves him, he's doing well, and all was great. Luckily for him, he saves all his bad behavior for me. If he misbehaved for her, it would be all over for him.

3. Benjamin is taking more and more steps. He'll be totally on the move any day now. He is so much more cautious than Sam ever was, but he's the one with the stitches. Go figure.

4. Yesterday was Ed's 41th. He's grouchy and depressed. It seems 41 is way worse than 40. And we did nothing for him because he doesn't like to make a fuss. W.H.A.T.E.V.E.R. If you read this Ed, W.H.A.T.E.V.E.R.

5. It was a crazy week at work. Lots going on there and our QA guru was on vacation so I did his job and mine. Yes, two jobs in 20 hours a week. I am Wonder Woman. We released three products and have about 6-7 more ready to go. I love my team.

6. Lots to do before Ben's party next week. Crap. Crap. Crap.

7. Sam's last baseball game for the season is today. Glad its over. He's over it because he's really not that good compared to the older kids on his team and he realizes it.

Tons of other stuff, but nothing worth blogging over. Don't know how much time I'll have this week with the upcoming party, but I hope to post some pictures tomorrow. No promises though.

My First Baby

Sigh....I just found this picture. Here's Sam at 18 months on vacation in Key West. The quality is bad compared to the more recent pictures, but I love it.


And a recent picture. He's hanging upside down on the swing.

Some Recent Pictures

For my sister in law. In hopes that it will make her want to drag her family to Atlanta for the 10/28 festivities -

Only I Would Think They're Cute

Two Sphynx cats look picture perfect Wednesday during the press preview of the Fourth Annual CFA Iams Cat Championship. The competition will take place at Madison Square Garden in New York City.

First 90%

Sam came home really disappointed because he got 90% on his spelling test. He put the apostrophe in can't in the wrong place. He spelled it cant'. That's a hard one and was the first conjunction of the year. Try explaining why you need an apostrophe. Hats off to teachers because I don't know how they explain some of the stuff they've got to cover.

Benjamin's Words

No
Car
Go
Mommy
Dada
Sam
Tickle Tickle Tickle
Twinkle Twinkle
Kitty
Dog

He's really, really chatty. I'm sure there's more, but this is about all we can understand ;-).

Six Flags

We took Sam to Six Flags last night for what we termed "Sam Fun Night." My Mom watched Ben for us. We had a good time hanging out with Sam alone and we rode tons of rides. It was Fright Fest so it was an extra good time with tons of Halloween stuff. There were no lines, but it was a bit cold. I hadn't been there in years and I was so lost in the dark. I think we saw everything but honestly I have no idea. He was tall enough to have his own Bumper Car and I think that was probably the highlight of his night. I topped off the night with Funnel Cake. Its always a good time when there's funnel cake involved.

Why won't this story die already?

So it seems that he's as greedy as she is crazy. They really should get back together because they are damn near perfect for each other.

Runaway bride sues former fiance

I shouldn't read the news.

The Woman Shouldn't Be Allowed to Have a Houseplant

much less have children.

Mom accused of swinging baby as weapon

This makes me sick to my stomach. How could she?

He called me Mommy this morning!

He's been calling me Maaaa, but today he said Mommy. He's only said it once, but once for enough for now. It really got me through the day.

5 for 5

Sam brought home his 5th 100% on his spelling test. WooHoo. My frig is plastered with 100's and I like it.

Call Two From the School Nurse

It came yesterday because he fell on the playground and hit his head. He was acting fine and she gave him some ice. She checked on him a couple of times and everything was OK. She just wanted me to know how he got the knot so I wouldn't be startled when he got off the bus.

Did I see a knot? No. Call two - check.

Dude you need to quit. Period.

I'm not really very proud of some of my fellow Americans these days. This stuff is totally disgusting. I don't care if you're sorry. Quit. You don't deserve to represent anyone.

Hastert says he won't step aside over Foley scandal

Is this guy serious or what?

I realize the Onion isn't always for real, but why would they even make this crap up?

I Didn't Ask To Be A Role Model For My Kids

Sure, I've reached a point where people look up to me. I've won just about every award offered in the sporting-goods business. I came in when this...

Some days its easy doing it all

And there are days like today -

::Baby got up at 4 and didn't go back to sleep
::broke a heel
::bad traffic
::barely beat Sam's bus to our house
::nearly had an anxiety attack at the thought of Sam getting off the bus and I wasn't home
::Ben's never took an afternoon nap so he was whiney
::got chewed up and spit out by someone at work who is not so nice
::sent this blog entry to Blogger before it was complete
::almost ran out of gas because I was so tired I didn't notice
::paid 30 cents more than the local going rate for gas because I was desperate

I stayed home on Tuesday to recooperate and forgot that it was Tuesday so I didn't take Sam to prep. Oh well. There's always next week.

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What's wrong with this picture?

I need to go run some errands and Ed has gone to a football game. So I'm going to drop one of the kids off with my Mom so the whole shopping thing will go smoothly. Which kid you ask? Sam. No, not Ben. Sam.

Sam and I are constantly butting heads lately. Everyone keeps telling me its the age and it will get better. But it irks me to no end that its easier to take Ben with me than it is to take Sam. It just doesn't sit right with me.

I tried to run these errands yesterday and gave up after about 30 minutes. He's that bad lately. Sweet as all get out and well behaved when he wants to be, but for me he's so rotten.

He better get over this sassy, drive me batty, he'll be lucky to live to 7 stage quickly because I'm losing my patience. I had to tell him 4 times to get in the shower this morning. The fourth wasn't in a nice tone and every time he had a rebuttal to my request. Give me strength.

Its My FRIDAY.

Uh huh. It is.

I've got tons of home improvement todos this weekend so I don't know if I'll make it back here before Monday. Wish me luck.

Playing Catch Up

Imagine me behind on this blog?

Kid Recap

Sam's bus stops at the end of the enclave (new widly popular fancy Southern term for one street subdivision with 12 or less houses) so Ben and I walk down every day to meet him. We sit at the end of the street and watch the cars go by. Yesterday, I said "car" as one went by and then the next car went by and Ben said "car." It was clear as day. In total disbelief, Sam and I waited at the end of the street until we could get him to say it again. He did and Sam agreed. It was totally clear. Ka-har.

Ben's still only taking 2-3 steps at time and dropping to his knees to crawl. He's a really fast crawler so it may be a while for he really gets the walking thing going. He's got callouses on his knees so I'm looking forward to him walking a bit more. But he doesn't care much for shoes and it will be cold soon so maybe crawling a bit longer isn't too bad.

Sam is Sam. And let's just say that I haven't blown my top at him this week, but I've really wanted to. Baseball is tiring him out because the rainouts cause some weeks to be really hectic. He's whiney and generally irritable, but only at me. I seem to be the cause of all his unhappiness. Whatever. I'm the one who forces him to do his homework and read so of course, I'm the worst. Some day he'll thank me. If we're still speaking to each other when that day comes ;-).

10 times on my mind (going for broke and doing a total catch up)

1. I'm now working on the trim paint on the never-ending stair project. All the staining and the coats of polyurthearane are complete. By this time next year, I might actually be done - thpt.

2. This weekend, I cleaned all of the front windows inside and out. What a chore. I said I'd do one side of the house every weekend, but darn that was hard work. The two sides don't have too many windows so maybe those will happen on time. But the back is another story. Three stories and tons of windows. Any one got of the number of a good window washer?

3. I've decided to paint my kitchen on Friday. Like I don't have enough going on. I've taped half the trim so hopefully I'll be able to complete it in one day. I'm doing the same color. It just needs a fresh coat. Sam lives in this house. Need I say more?

4. I still haven't posted about my camera. Nor have I used it as much as I'd like. Someday - maybe after all the house projects are done.

5. I got out voted on Ben's candycorn costume. He'll be Yoda. I'm not making it. I ordered it online on Monday. I told Ed if I don't like it that I'm returning it. He may still be candycorn yet.

6. I finished the curtains for the playroom. I've got to hang them and then I'll take some pictures to post. I'm still loving that room. If there weren't so many toys in there, I'd be tempted to claim it for myself.

7. I'm learning the Star Spangled Banner on the piano. When I play it, the husband stands at the door with his hand over his heart. Buthead.

8. I ordered Connect 4 to play with Sam. ToysRUs had it on sale for $6. I can't stand Monopoly so I'm hoping I'll like this game. I feel so bad when he asks me to play a game with him and I say no. Sitting still just isn't my thing.

9. I'm starting to think of how I can wean Ben from bottles of breastmilk when I'm at work. He's almost 11 months now and I'm T.I.R.E.D. of pumping. I made it - no formula. Yeah for me, but its time to wean off the bottle. I'll still nurse him a bit longer but the pumping has got to go.

10. I'm looking around here desperately searching for number 10 and I'm not seeing anything that is giving me any ideas. My cat is sitting between my face and the monitor so I'm having to look around her to read this. If there are tons of typos, its Madeline's fault.

Til tomorrow (or whenever I get 10 minutes to myself)...

Why oh Why?

(I think I may have already titled a post with this tagline, but when the line fits use it and reuse it.)

With 75% of the downstairs having hardwood or tile, why do the accidents, barfs, or tracking from the outdoors always, always, always HAVE to be on the carpet?

Seriously kids/cats/husband, given this statistic the carpet should stay clean. You five are disobeying the law of mathematics. Get with it and start spilling, tracking, and spitting up on the easy to clean flooring. Just because we own a carpet cleaner does not mean that we must use it weekly. We got rid of all the carpet in the main living areas to prevent this type of constant cleaning. Good dog, we've never even eaten in the formal dining room so why the heck do I have to clean the carpet in that room on a monthly basis? Yes, I can be a bit anal about keeping the carpet clean, but you five aren't helping the cause. As in drinks and food aren't allowed in the formal living room, but yet there is right now a red spill. Hmmm, makes one wonder doesn't it?

And while we're at it, why when I go to the grocery store do I come back with easy to clean shades of Gatorade, but the husband always comes back with bright red? And why do we never spill the easy to clean shades of Gatorade, but the red flavors are 75% more likely to hit the off-white carpet?

An update on the kids later after they go to bed.

Where did the last year go?

My baby took three steps tonight. I worried with the whole parttime working thing that I'd miss it, but I didn't. BUT, I was still sad as I watched him do it. He is growing up too fast. He's now 10.5 months. The last year has just flown by and the reality of this being my last baby hits me harder and harder with each milestone. So in typical nut job fashion, I'm happy but so sad at the same time. Bittersweet is the term for that right? I'm sure this is a totally normal reaction but I'm left wondering if I'll be weepy at everything this child does for the next 30 or so years.

So anyway, he's really on the move. I'll try to grab a movie of it to share. No promises though because the Touchdown movie is still on my camera.