See Ya On The Other Side

No, this is not another death post.  Yay.  But here’s an update… the bird passed away peacefully and Aiden surprisingly is okay.  This kid is always coming to us at random times and saying that he doesn’t want us to die or that he doesn’t want to grow up and get old, and so forth. Then he starts crying like crazy and we have a hard time calming him down and explaining that noone is dying anytime soon and it’s really not something to worry about.

The funny part was, Aiden said, “I think we should put up a sign that says ‘WARNING!  Old, dying bird in backyard.  Stay back.'”  What a kid.

We are almost all ready for the big move.  We signed the lease and got our keys and garage door openers (YAY for a garage!!).  Almost everything is packed.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day, I’m sure.  

Ches was calling around to get our address changed on all the important things and get services moved over and such.  One lady was such a freak.  He had to give our Social Security Numbers for something.  Now, both of our SSNs start with zeros.  Mine actually has two.  So then the lady (if we really want to call her that) says to Ches, “That’s odd.  Aren’t those public service numbers?”  Uhhh, no.  Ches got his while in Canada, and I was in Maine when I got mine.  Overseas and back East start with zeros, weird woman.

Then, Ches gives our names and spells them out.  Want to know what she actually said when she hears my name?  Grr, this really ticks me off.  She said, “That’s close to Sarah.  Why not use Sarah?  What’s wrong with Sarah?  Why did they have to make things so hard?”

She didn’t say anything about Chesley.  Heh.

I LIKE my name.  In fact, I LOVE my name.  It hasn’t always been that way, but I’ve grown up and came to really love it.  It’s fun having a unique name.  The Sariah I was named after is such a good example for me to follow, as a mother.  Sariah is an old, middle-eastern name that means (roughly) “princess of God”.  It reaffirms my divine heritage as a daughter of God.  It is a very popular name in places like Iraq and Iran, so it’s got a nice ethnic ring to it.  There is nothing boring about the name Sariah.  Besides, of all the Sariahs I have met — and I have met a few of them — all Sariahs are the coolest people ever!!  We are all friendly and fun and good natured.

That woman was so lucky I have no voice right now, or I would have had to call back and tell her off.  That’s just bad business to offend your customers like that.  You don’t have to like my name.  You also don’t have to say anything about it to my husband.  What a freak.

So, tomorrow (is it today now?????  Yup.  I better get to bed!!) we move to our new house.  I’m so sick of moving.  I wish I had a magic wand that I could just swish and flick and everything would be moved.  Okay, so swish and flick makes things float.  But I bet if I said it with the right charm or incantation, it would work.  Man, I wish I went to Hogwarts.

Sorry, went off on a tangent there.  As I was saying… we are moving, and apparantly no one can hook up our phone and internet until Tuesday.  Tuesday!!!  I’m going to die if I can’t play Scrabbulous and Word Twist and Scramble!!  Oh well.  Gives me plenty of time to actually get the house unpacked and set up just the way I want it.

Hopefully my voice will be back tomorrow, too.  It’s very hard to discipline your children (calling them from across the yard or the house) when everything comes out in a soft whisper.  Blech.

Oh!  Did you know that Cedric Diggory is going to be Edward Cullen????  That makes me happy.  I know there are a lot of complaints that he isn’t good looking enough, but I think it works.  I’m so excited to see “Twilight” in December!!

I’m now off to bed.  I haven’t been sleeping well with this cough and congestion I have, so I kind of wait until I’m so tired that I can’t possibly keep my eyes open anymore, just so I’ll actually sleep.  Of course, it doesn’t always work, and my eyes aren’t completely droopy, so we’ll see how it goes.  I’ll put on some Vapo Rub, take some generic Ny-Quil, prop up my pillows, and attempt to get some rest.  Without hacking out my lungs.

See ya Tuesday, ya’ll!!

The Circle of Life

A few minutes ago, as I was perusing blogs and Ches was watching a movie on TV, Aiden came running in from outside where the boys are playing.  “There’s an animal on our patio!  I think it’s a porcupine!”

We discovered a bird (yeah, where did “porcupine” come from???”) laying on the porch.  We thought it was dead, so I got Ches a plastic bag.  As he started to pick up the bird, it moved!  The wings flayed out and it’s head came up.  Then the bird put his head back down and closed his eyes.  We though it must be a hurt bird, and Ches got a small, toy shovel to pick up the bird and see what was wrong.  He can’t find anything wrong, but the bird can’t really fly (it did try for a few seconds), and he can’t hold his head up for long.  He just kept going back to a sleep position.  We think the poor thing is dying.

Ches put the bird in the shade under a tree and we brought the boys inside (although Aiden is outside singing to the bird about having a bad day, being tired, and going home to Heavenly Father).  We’ll go check on the bird in a bit and make sure a cat or certain very active boys haven’t hurt the bird.

It makes me sad to see this bird who can barely hold his head up.  He must be so scared as Ches was picking him up and moving him around.  Why is he dying?  Is he sick?  Is he old? Did he eat something?  What can we do??

I don’t know what else to say about this, really.  I’m just really sad for this bird, and I don’t really know why.  Now my kids (Aiden, really.  He’s the only one who understands any of this) gets to watch and learn about death.  Maybe we should go watch The Lion King or something.

I Just Don’t Know…

Okay, folks. I’ve mentioned before how Aiden has turned into a completely different kid, and I miss the old, sweet Aiden. Sometimes the old Aiden pops out of the woodwork, but lately all I have is this horrible child!!

A few nights ago we were at a little get-together for a friend who is graduating from med school this weekend. Ches couldn’t make it because there was an awards assembly at his high school. I was there with the three boys by myself. I wouldn’t think it was a big deal because this friend is the father of the two little boys I used to tend and my kids looooooove those kids. We arrived and all three boys ran back to the bedroom to play. No problem.

I didn’t want to stay too long because it was getting close to bedtime, but we arrived later than I had planned, and the kids were being pretty good, so we stayed a little longer. The kids started to act up a bit after a while (not just mine… all the kids there), so I decided to say our good-byes. Aiden decided at that same moment that he wanted another brownie. I told him no because he’d already had one and he had eaten a bunch of junk at home before we came.

The demon came out as Aiden stood in the middle of the living room (where everyone was sitting and conversing, of course) and started to cry and whine. Then he screamed as he cried, “Iiiiiii waaaaaaaaaant a broooowwwwwwwwwniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!!!!” I had to literally drag him out the door. I was so embarrassed by his behavior.

Last night was an outdoor concert with Ches’ bands and orchestra. I sat in the very back so the kids could run around on the grass. However, everytime I had to remind Aiden that he had to run without yelling, he’d start to throw a fit! I made him sit down with me, and he’d start the crying and screaming again. Again… I was so embarrassed. Add to that Dallin wanting his dad and running up the aisle faster than I and almost getting his dad in the middle of a piece. Ches had no idea, of course, but still. It was not a good night.

Aiden is having more and more bad days at school. We make him go to bed early. We take away priveleges (last week is was no X Box and this week it’s no computer). We have long talks about what is acceptable behavior and what is not. He makes all these promises to be better, but nothing seems to be working! I am at my wit’s end! What do I do with this kid?!?!?! When he acts up like this, it also sets his younger brothers off. I can’t handle all that. The thought has started to creep into my head “I hate my kids”, and I don’t want that in my head. At all. Ever.

I want the old Aiden back.

6 Habits/Facts

I got tagged!! Thanks, Timber.

A: Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves
B: At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names; then goes to their blogs, leaves them a comment letting them know that they have been tagged and invites them to read your blog. (I’m not actually going to tag anyone. You’ll just have to consider yourself tagged, okay??)

Here we go:

1. I follow a certain routine for myself every single morning, and it all centers around my shower. First, I eat breakfast, then I take a shower. In the shower, I shampoo my hair, rinse it out, put in the conditioner, and leave that in while I lather and scrub my body. Then I scrub my face so I can rinse my face just before my hair. If I have to shave, that goes before I scrub my body. I finish my rinsing my hair a few times, letting cooler and cooler water rinse it. I can’t brush my teeth until after I’ve had my shower. Just one of those wierd things. I don’t know why. After I’ve done all that, I’m free to go about my day. 🙂 Since becoming a mother, it’s very iffy on when I actually get to take my shower, but I still follow that routine. It’s just in me and if I change it, I feel wrong inside. (Yes, yes I do have OCD. Don’t get me started. Oh wait, this tag did!!)

2. I bite my nails. I can’t stand to have my nails ver long, but I don’t like them super short, either, so I’m not one of those that bites their nails down until the bleed. They are just rather short. When I was 12 I wanted to start wearing nail polish, and my parents said I had to grow out my nails… no biting for at least 2 weeks… then I’d be allowed nail polish. I did as they asked, got to wear the nail polish, and went back to biting my nails. Nope, wearing nail polish did not stop me of this habit.

3. I sucked my thumb most of my life. I don’t anymore, and I’m not telling anyone when I actually quit doing it (it’s embarrassing!!), but it was such a comforting thing for me. I still get an urge to suck my thumb some nights when I can’t sleep when I’m super sad and depressed. I don’t do it, but that urge is still there.

4. I have to be even. Meaning I need symmatry. When I have an itch on one arm, I scratch it, then I have to scratch the eaxt spot on my other arm. When I pull my hair up, I have to feel completely even pressure on both sides of my head and face. I tend to like my furniture to be perfect in line with things and totally symmetrical. Kind of hard to do, but I try. When I’m excersizing, I can tell if we haven’t done as many of whatever on on side than we did on another. And while I love to get massages from my husband, if he isn’t perfectly symmetrical in it, I feel uncomfortable and like I going absolutely nuts for the rest of the day.

5. I read “cyber-soaps” online. They are soooooooooo dumb, but I can’t help it. I have to know what’s going on with these characters.

6. I am an interrupter. I don’t mean to be! Seriously! I just start to comment as soon as I think of it without waiting for a break or for my turn to talk. Not a good thing, and I AM working on it, but I still forget a lot. I’m sorry! Really I am! So, if we’re having a conversation and I constantly interrupt, maybe you could call me on it. I just get excited to throw in my point of view or share my experience, and it spills out before I even realize whether or not it was my turn to talk.

Okay… thos are 6 habits about me. What about you? Who’s gonna do the tag?

The Coolest Cake In The World… Ever. Seriously.

I have said to Ches in the past that if doesn’t think the band teacher thing is going to work out for him, that we should open our very own cake shop.  At first he said I watch too much Ace of Cakes.  So?  Duff is awesome.  Then he said that baking means really early hours, and I am not a morning person.  I then reminded him that we are not going to open a bakery.  Just a cake shop.  So we can have whatever hours we feel like.  We don’t have to be up long before dawn making pasteries and such.  He conceeded I was right about that.

Dallin has been on a huge Monsters, Inc. phase of late.  We have been watching it many times a day.  Many, many times.  He can quote every line and sound.  Parker can, too.  It’s really funny to watch the two boys sing and dance along with Mike:  “Put that thing back where it came from or so help meeeee, so help me!”  Dallin is constantly running around, looking for Boo’s door, and he keeps trying to steal my debit card from my wallet so he can slide it in our pantry door (our pantry is actually a wadrobe from Ikea… it has double doors) and open up doors.  He says, “Let’s play Monsters, Inc!!”  It’s cute.

Friday was Dallin’s third birthday, and I had the best idea.  To make a Mike Wizowsky cake.  I went online to my favorite cake site, Coolest Birthday Cakes, to see if anyone else had made any.  My idea originally was to do just Mike, but then I saw pictures others had done, so I copied them.  It’s Mike sitting on what looks like Sulley’s fur.  I bought some ready to use fondant, borrowed a friends Pampered Chef Batter Bowl (my friend with the ball shaped cake pan went out of town, so I couldn’t borrow it.  That’s why Mike’s head is flat on top instead of being round), and went to work.  I made Ches stay up and help me out.  He helped with the fur.  That was a lot of fun to make because it didn’t have to be perfect.  It was just regular frosting and a 6 pointed star tip, pulled up.  You can kind of do it haphazardly and pointing in different directions and have different lengths.  Made it look even more like Sully’s fur.  For Mike, I covered him in fondant, then shaped his arms, legs, hands, and feet from the same green fondant (used Wilton’s Kelly Green for dying the frosting).  Ches cut out the eye, mouth, and teeth, and shaped the horns.  I stuck everything on there.  The next day I made a little sign that said “Happy 3rd Birthday Dallin” and stuck it in there behind the three candles.  The cake turned out pretty well, I think.
The Cake
The Birthday Cake

Dallin didn’t actually get his cake on his birthday. We took him to Chuck E. Cheese for his birthday dinner and stayed much longer than I had anticipated. Dallin had a blast (all three boys did, really!), and he cried like it was the end of the world when we left. He crashed within 10 minutes of getting home, so cake and ice cream and presents would have to wait. Poor Aiden. He was already to sing! He wanted our little family party to continue!

Saturday morning I was awakened by some boys who wanted birthday cake for breakfast. As a special treat, Ches and I allowed it. And hey, if you listen to Bill Cosby, you’ll know why cake is a healthy breakfast. And ice cream is dairy. So it’s all good. Anyway, Dallin had not yet seen the cake (Ches and I wanted to both see his first reaction), and he was pretty happy with it. Just the biggest grin. He couldn’t quite blow out the candles, so Ches helped him. I really loved his reaction once the candles were out.
After the candles were blown

Once the boys had their fill of cake, it was present time. Dallin received some cool presents from Grandma B in Ohio (Spiderman tin of mints, a Spiderman coloring book, Ramone from “Cars”… um, I forget what else). From our little family, Dallin got a little igloo tent, a barrel of monkeys, wood building blocks, a Duplo version of Lightening McQueen, and a police officer’s outfit and gear for Mr. Potato Head. He was pretty happy. Once the tent was up, he was in it, throwing his new block in so he could build. He has played in the tent every day, and shared very nicely with his brothers. Aiden is actually sleeping in it right now.

Oh, and for our anniversery… we went to Chuck E. Cheese and got one of those photos where they “sketch” you. We’re kissing. It’s really dumb, but oh so funny. We exchanged gifts later, and we’ll have a real celebration at some point. 🙂 Ten years is a great milestone, but having a third birthday on the same day is a lot of fun for the whole family.

 

Schedule of Events 5/2/08

ALL DAY:  Ches and my 10th anniversary.  Wo-hooooo!

ALL DAY:  Dallin’s 3rd birthday!  Yaaaaayyyyy!!!!

8:15 am:  Take Aiden to school, where he gets his first Field Day, followed by a class pizza party.  (Good luck, Miss B.  These kids are gonna be crazy go nuts all day!!)

8:30 am:  Clean the kitchen.  It’s a mess and a half.  You’ll see why once I post pictures tomorrow.

1:10 pm:  Pick Aiden up from school.  (Early release on Fridays.)

2:00 pm:  Take Dallin to the pediatrician for his 3 year old checkup.  (Hope there’s no shots for him on his birthday!)

5:30 pm:  DInner and fun at Chuck E. Cheese.  Also, birthday cake (wait until I show you The Most Awesome Cake Ever!!), ice cream, and presents.

7:30 pm: Dallin’s bedtime.  We’ll see if anyone gets to bed at a decent hour tonight.

AFTER THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP:  Ches and I will open our anniversary gifts.  We’ll go out another night, just the two of us, and celebrate.  Today is Dallin’s birthday, and we want it to be his day.

What a day today is going to be!!  We are all soooooo excited!