Saturday, August 30, 2014

Conan the Barbarian.

A.k.a. Rambo the Destroyer

A.k.a. Theodore

None of these are a good thing. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Yes, I know. Climbing the steps is technically a good thing but the living it out part is not going to be fun. As far as the glass...... I'm none too pleased. It's like the dog bowl situation. It doesn't matter how many times you tell him 'no' he is going to do it anyway. He broke the glass by throwing a wooden block because he. throws. EVERYTHING. 

Ugh. Both of these happened before 10am this morning. I can't wait to see what the rest of the day has in store. (Yes I can. I can definitely wait.)

Friday, August 29, 2014

New day. New year.

I woke up this morning to a call at 7:01 (Yes I was still in bed. I decided to forgo my morning run and stay in bed for an extra hour.) from one of Theodore's nurses telling me that she was in the parking lot I showed her and she didn't know where to go from there.


You know as much as I do.

She tried several times to get me to understand, even after I told her who she was talking to, until she finally looked at her phone, realized who she called, laughed, said sorry, and hung up. 


We are getting ready to start school. Theodore's first day was yesterday and I think he had a good time. I'm really trying to keep my outlook up this year. It's interesting to me how much I fight homeschooling. I wouldn't want to do it any other way.... I just don't want to do it. But this year I have decided to accept my calling and get organized. I have a schedule for everything. EVERYTHING. Each child has a school schedule, we have a daily schedule, I even have lessons marked out through January so there should be little to no planning necessary, save for a few things that need to be done before a project. I think I picked out just the right curriculum for every subject and Tuesday is the big day. 

Have a wonderful Labor Day weekend!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Fishy wishys.

The past 6 months or so we have expanded our territory a little more. Out of necessity we have been taking Theodore with us to the grocery store or Walmart or any other place we need to pick something up. This is not the easiest thing. But it at least opens the door to be a *liiiiiiiiiiittle* less dependent on others. Stopping by a friends house or going to church have all been possible as well, and those are nice perks. 

And this:

This is also a nice perk :) Watching him enjoy the fish at the store for the very first time. He totally loved it. And he all too quickly figured out that the top opens and you have direct access to the water. No fish were harmed in the taking of these photos. I can not speak for what happened before or after.   

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


I thought I was tired of saying "No, Theodore." 

(10 minutes later)
"No! Do not touch the dog bowl." 

(10 minutes later)
"Theodore! No sir!" 

(10 minutes later)

"OH.MY.SOUL. Theodore. Put the dog bowl down!" 

(10 minutes later)

"You have got to be kidding me! NO SIR."

And I am. I am completely tired of saying that. I wasn't really going anywhere else with this. 


Saturday, August 16, 2014


Kitchen cabitnets and drawers. 
Hallway doors.
Hutch doors.
Desk drawers.

What do all those things have in common? The same thing these do:

Potted plants.
Tablecloths on the table.
Piles of folded clothes.
Glasses filled with water.
Dog food bowl.
Kitchen utensils.
Ridiculously expensive air purifier.
And anything, absolutely anything, that can be reached.

Figured it out yet?

The answer is Theodore.

He is in full blown toddler-ville. If you walk into our house at any given time you will most likely hear the squeaking of cabinets being opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...... or see raw eggs spilled all over the kitchen floor or see the dining room table that is now devoid of anything because the table cloth and all that sat on top have been pulled to the ground or towels randomly placed throughout the house because a cup was spilled or dog food strewn about the floor or, most recently, the stove being opened. And you will most definitely hear me and probably all the other children saying, "No sir! You do not touch!" 

It's a freaking mad house.

Oh, and steps. He recently discovered the steps. 

I'm gonna just let that one sink in for a minute.


Monday, August 11, 2014

The start.

There are a lot of ways to start the day poorly. On the floor would be one... sick... with a headache... in the hospital...   they all have almost a guarantee that your day is going in the wrong direction (and possibly the night before had already gone that way.) But nothing, nothing I tell you, is worse than a weak cup of coffee. 

It's like a sign that the day, which up until now held so much potential, is going to be like this sad little weak cup of brown water. 

At this point you may be thinking I'm a coffee snob, but I like to think of myself as a coffee hobby--ist--er....  (It's a real thing.) I like my coffee, it's true. Good coffee. STRONG coffee. Anything else is, as I said before, just gross brown water. And this morning, when I mistakenly made my coffee far too weak I realized how lazy I was when I refused to make a second better pot.

Wait... my laziness could not have been where I was going with this. Actually, where was I going with this?

I don't even know. I'm still messed up from the first failed attempt. All I know is that as I expectantly poured my freshly brewed hot mug of deliciousness early this morning, thinking of all the ways it was going to taste delicious and warm my body and ever so gently wake me from my stupor, I got slapped in the face by weak, dirty drink. 

I'm still angry.

And my day only went downhill from there. Theodore has some sickness thing that is making him do that gagging/coughing junk that chills me to the bone and makes me want to say bad words to puppies and children. I have been covered in wet drool about 16 times today - COVERED. IN. IT.

I really do feel bad for Theodore too, not just myself. That's what makes it even worse. I know he's miserable but there's not a thing I can do. He's been struggling with a fever since last week but thankfully it has come down and only been low grade over the past several days. Hopefully we are nearing the end of this bout of sickness and can get on to better coffee; which will, by definition, lead to better days. 

Or not, but it will hopefully make them start a little less badly.