Friday, April 29, 2011

Restricted Section: Grassor Privatus (I think that’s how you say it in Latin)

I plan on making this a private blog soon.  If there are any readers out there who would like me to include you on my list for who can view it, either email me your email address or include it in the comment section. 

I’m doing this more for security and privacy reasons than any others and have been thinking about this for a while now and am finally going to do it.  It’s kind of annoying when along with comments from your friends, family, and kind anonymous readers that you also get people who leave advertisements and glean who knows what from the information you’ve trustingly posted on your blog.   So, this open book will now be in the restricted section along with the book about Nicolas Flamel and the book with the recipe for Polyjuice Potion, Moste Potente Potions.

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Pink Grass


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It was a beautiful Easter Sunday.  Oh, and bright too!

Here are the boys in their new suits for Easter and for their Aunt’s upcoming wedding.  Don’t they look handsome, well behaved, and proper?  Hah!  That moment only lasted about 15 seconds and then they were off making sure all of the Easter Bunny’s hard work wasn’t in vain.

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I think they’re all onto the Easter Bunny being the parents.  Though, I think they still enjoy playing along with the idea and we even hypothesize on how he manages to get around so quickly.  This year he hired me to hide the eggs, saying he was late for church and that he’d pay me with an extra Cadbury egg if I would do a good job.

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That day, as you can see, we had a couple of teething babies.  The one above was soothing her gums by chewing on the basket.

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Does the pink kind taste like the green kind?

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One loved the grass and the other would have nothing to do with it.

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Just woke up from a well needed nap and wasn’t sure about the basket with the sippy cup in it.  “What, you expect me to drink out of this thing?  This has got to be a joke.  It’s Easter, right, not April Fools day?”

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“O.k., so where’s our chocolate?  Are you planning on sharing that?”

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This one is a little bit blurry, but doesn’t that baby face say JOY all over?  Wouldn’t it be great if we could all get so excited over shredded and crinkled pink paper?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I still don’t know how big a quark is!


Mama’s Losin’ It

1.) Something students these days should know.


One of my sons asked me the other day why kids know more than adults.  He asked this after watching the show “Are you Smarter than a 5th grader?”  I can see how he would wonder how a 30 year old working mother couldn’t remember which president created the Social Security program or if the term “nautical” had something to do with sailing or was it a term from the 60’s meaning, cool, groovy, or swell.  When this same son asks me questions that require me to crack my neck and rub my forehead for increased blood flow to the brain, and when the answers come out something like, “uuhhh…go ask daddy,” I can see how he might think we are just products of poorer education. 

When he asked this question, or shared this observation, I told him that all modern versions of education from my day to his, are in practice a lot worse than they were long ago.  We are not as encouraged to think, philosophize, or question what we are being taught.  I don’t mean to get political or anything, I just think that the old liberal college education has turned into something more like a glamourized trade school where broad understanding of several fields of study are just a blip in the degree-obtaining requirements. 

Now, having said that, and add at least 10 years since gaining a bachelors degree, there are times when I try to recall what I learned in elementary school, high school, and college and come up blank.  In fact, in my current situation (child raising) I have a much clearer memory of my time spent in preschool.  Instead of wishing to memorize the periodic table of chemical elements, I wish I could remember that recipe for making play-dough or what that psychology professor said about kids who think its funny to moisten toilet paper and  throw it on the walls and ceiling of the bathroom?

Actually, as they all get older, I find myself wishing I could remember the geometrichot_wheels equation for making the best slope for toy race cars.  As new quandaries arise and as I wish to not appear a total ignoramus, I have sought out books and websites for rekindling my love/hate relationship with math.  I finally have my times tables rememorized, can remember the names of the different kinds of triangles, and still think that math is and always will be the torture method when used correctly, to make any covert agent spill all.

Yes, the question,…where was I?  Something students these days should know…that their parents aren’t as dimwitted as we appear but time, lack of sleep, doing laundry and more laundry (it’s a proven fact that washing cloths depletes as much as 45% of the adult’s grey matter if done constantly over a 10 year period—Dr. Burbington)*, …more time and even less sleep, have dulled their intellectual senses.  That’s not to say they are gone, but are desperately in need a cerebral boot camp once in a while.  (Is there a Biggest Loser show for brain loss?  I’d  win before it even began!).

One thing I do know as a result of much child inquiry:  A googol is the large number 10100 

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*Thank you Jeannette for helping us choose a nickname for our newest psychiatrist.


Dr. Burbington

Here he is back in med. school never knowing what kinds of patients he’d some day have.  It was somewhat sly of Dr. Minivan to hand us over to him, but I’m sure we’ll all get along and office furniture can always be repaired or replaced.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Twins, Sandals, and Smocking (not mocking)

Yes, with great relief, I must admit that the previous post was my attempt at an April Fools joke.  Not funny?  You’re right.  Twisted?  You’re right.  However, quite believable with my record!  I’m glad to hear that there are such things as bunk cribs and had I known I would have looked for some for my current babies.  Alas, I shall not become Muttersieben (mother of 7).  I am, and always will be, Mutterf├╝nf (yes, I know that my email still says Mutterdrei (mother of 3), but it’s too hard to change that now).

hawaii sandalsAs for the shoes, I do think it is time for another trip to Hawaii to pick up at least 4 pairs of my favorite rubber sandals.  I’ve got two pair now but one always needs more than one back up when one’s kids enjoy wearing them across the wet grass on their way to the trampoline. 

Notice in the picture there are no intrusive straps between the big toe and its neighbor. 


Another random thought on fashion…


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Now for another diverting thought, my love of smocking.  When it comes to clothing, those baby smocking 2items with smocking are the cutest!  I never use the word “cute” in referring to clothing so much as I do when it comes to this cute design.  Isn’t it the cutest?  Cute, cute, cute!  Actually, this word has been used at an exponential rate since my baby girls have been added to the family and I am now aloud to shop in the girl sections of the store.

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I learned recently that smocking is actually the medieval version of elastic.  Much cuter than that stuff that leaves a red line around the ankles, waist, and wherever else one wears elastic.

O.k., done with this random blog entry.  Have a nice day all.  I’m going outside to enjoy this 52 degree hot and sultry day.  At least I don’t have to wear a coat. Ah, Spring…

“Please describe your idea of a perfect date.”

“That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket.”

Friday, April 1, 2011


You know, life sometimes just throws you all kinds of odd shaped snow balls (new metaphor, since I forget what the different kind of baseball throws are out there and what they mean.  If you don’t know the meaning of one metaphor, make up your own).  Anyway, life is full of unexpected moments, accidents, surprises, including cataclysmic attacks like asteroids hitting the earth or the sun exploding.  What, however, would you call it when you have two sets of twins and one in the middle, and you find out you’re due with another set of twins?  The doctor did say there was a 90% chance it could happen again…


I was thinking about shoes the other day while looking for some sandals in preparation for the summer months.  There’s something so intrusive in the design of the flip flop, aka thong, yes I still call it that but am trying to reform.  However, I believe the pre-nineties termflip-flops-3 ivictorian sandalss more accurate in how it makes ones foot feel, especially after it’s winter long tennis shoe and boot cave.   A pasty white, soft, cold-sensitive foot should not have to feel comfortable with an abrasive piece of canvas between its big and second toe.  The kind of sandals I like are very hard to find now-a-days.  My taste keeps uncomfortably drifting toward the old lady shoe styles.  The thing is, I think I’m in between the contemporary and the Victorian era when it comes to style in general.  I need the corset but I still want to wear jeans, what’s a girl to do?

…so come next October I’ll begin looking for bunk cribs.  Do they even sell those? 

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