Saturday, December 18, 2010

Well-Versed in MER

Mer is a word my sister, our friend Sara and I kind of "invented" in high school. What is hilarious about it, is that we have our families, friends, co-workers, husbands, and children using the word, too. It really should be a part of the Urban Dictionary, if you ask me. What does Mer mean? Nothing, and everything, all in one. Mer's connotation hinges on the tone and inflection given when saying it. Clear as mud? Let me try to help...

(disclaimer: these are just examples and in no way are meant to completely define each Mer).

Mer! (angry)=You are not going to believe this crap!
Mer. (emotionless)=I'm bored; Hi; Conversation space-filler; I'm done talking, time to hang up.
Mer? (lighthearted tone)=Is it really you? It's about time we talked!
Mer! (pain)=Holy crap, that hurt!
Mer! (irritated and annoyed)=Ugh, why don't you get what I am trying to say?!
Mer! (disgusted)=That has to be the stinkiest diaper I have ever changed!
Mer! (excited)=Yum! Chocolate!
Mer! (judgmental sarcasm)=omgIcan'tbelievethatcameltoewalkingourway.

To know Mer is to love Mer. You must try it to love it.


Friday, December 17, 2010

Ralphie. And I'm not referring to A Christmas Story.

I knew I shouldn't have posted about being the only family member to evade the stomach bug! Wednesday night the stomach bug hit me hard! Just like everyone else, it was pretty brutal but thankfully the worst part was short lived. For all of us, the nasty part only lasted about five hours, plus another day or so of just feeling bad. I am back to normal now, thankfully! I am hoping that is the last bug in our house this winter!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Finding My Voice

First of all, on a scale of 1-10 how wrong would it be for me to leave my husband, move to Oklahoma and marry The Pioneer Woman (assuming she swings that way)? The woman is hysterical, smart, and she cooks! Okay, so maybe it would be a 10 on the scale, but could we consider it a 6 if I invite Ryan to come with me and I share my table scraps with him? Polygamy: Is it really wrong?

Secondly, I was perusing The Pioneer Woman's website and I came across a top ten list for blogging. Some of her suggestions really made sense to me.

For example, blog often. Duh. Nobody is going to keep checking your blog if you never update. I have no interest in gaining a large readership of any kind, I keep my blogs for my family and friends and so my children will be able to see who I was/am in my own written words.

Another example: write in your own voice. Write exactly how you would talk to your sister or your best friend. And that's when I realized that I was trying to be way too formal and PC about things. My own blog isn't written in my own voice, how silly is that? I am the type who proof reads a hundred times for typos before hitting "publish" and I have also censored myself in a few different ways. No more! And that should be a change for the better because I can be pretty hilarious when I don't have the pressure of being perfect.

And since I will be writing in my own voice from now on, my next post will introduce you to the word MER.

RAK Update

23/32: Gave change to one of the charities at an intersection.
24/32: Collected 2 abandoned carts in the Target parking lot.

8 more to go by the end of the year!

Captain Puketastic and his two Puketeers

Saturday we had a great day running errands as a family. Lately, it has been so enjoyable to "go bye-bye" as I like to say. The kids are so well behaved (usually) in public and they really enjoy going different places with us. It's actually easier to go places with the kids now, as opposed to staying home where they just antagonize each other and bicker.

Anways, getting back to the title of this post...About 9pm, Ryan complained that his stomach was upset and he asked me if I felt okay. I felt kind of achey in my upper back, but that's not super unusual for me since I'm still nursing Chloe. I decided to do a super does of Vitamin D3 (HUGE immune system boost for those who may not know, even better than Vitamin C!) and go to bed. I had given the rest of the family some Vitamin D3 earlier in the night so I didn't bother Ryan with more. Perhaps I should have. The next thing I know, he's waking me up asking if we had an Pepto Bismol. I told him I thought we did and told him where, and then promptly fell back asleep.

The next morning, he slept. And slept. And slept. When he finally emerged from the basement he informed me he had been up all night puking with the Big D to boot. Ew! He also told me to avoid the basement as he had TWO trashcans filled with puke. Ugh.

The kids and I continued the Vitamin D3 and added in some homeopathics to try to save ourselves. Monday came and went without incident. In fact, the kids and I had a fabulous day of great behavior and great eating. Both kids ate a ton of dinner, which turned out to be the calm before the storm. The puke floodgates (for both kids) began at 1:30 am. Tucker was throwing up every 30-45 minutes! He was scared, screaming while he "coked" (choked). I was covered in puke, the bathroom was covered in puke, and we had several jammie changes. I stayed with Tucker and Ryan tended to Chloe, who definitely had a much easier time with things. The puking stopped at 6am, Ryan called in sick to help with the kids, and we spent all day yesterday trying to rest and get better.

The kids are much better today, although Chloe is just now getting the Big D, she is happy and her usual self. I have yet to catch the bug and at this point, I think I dodged the bullet. I am still washing the mounds of puke laundry, but I think if I was going to get it, I would already be sick. At least I hope anyways.....

Oh, and in better, more exciting news, CHRISTMAS IS 10 DAYS AWAY!!!!! I can't wait!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

15 Months

Chloe is now 15 months old! I can't believe how fast time has flown by. We have also kind of turned the corner on the whole "having babies so close together makes Katy a dull girl" thing. She is so independent now and she is so much fun! She has spunk and personality and she is super duper smart. Don't tell Tucker, but I think she might even be smarter than he was at this age, and that is pretty freaking smart.

Her language skillz are amazing. I kid you not, yesterday she reached for a ceramic snowman on the end table and I told her not to touch it because it is breakable. She immediately repeated me and walked around saying "breakable" the rest of the day. Three syllable words at just over one year? That's my girl! And I have a feeling I will be saying that a lot in her life. I am just so proud of her in everything she does!

She's a climber, which gets her into trouble on a daily basis. I can't count how many times I've caught her on top of the kitchen table or perched on top of our glass topped coffee table in the basement! Good thing she's only 17 pounds!!!

I need to stop being lazy with blogging and get some recent pics on here, she is such a pretty little thing! She does, however, have a mullet. Made worse by her bang trim last week where the stylist really did a horrible job! I guess that's what happens when you opt for convenience and have your daughter's hair cut at Sports Clips where they cater to boy and men's cuts. *sigh* Lesson learned.