And I love her..

Anne brought me the sweetest little note that she recently typed out on her computer. I was so pleased that she gave it to ME, especially since I am a great big mean Mama most days. I tell them to be quiet, go put your shoes away, wash your hands, share with your sister, stop yelling at me, stop running around your sister in circles, stop banging the window, put the forks back, close that door, listen with your listening ears, let me work, Turn that off, turn that down, turn that up, Turn that on.

Jacob waltzes in from a day of playing Call of Duty/ working and they flock to him and he grins and loves them and everything is right in the world. Meanwhile I sit in a flustered and frazzled heap on the floor. Jacob might look over and say "how was your day?" or if he was particularly smart that day, he would just say "I'm going to get you a glass of wine."

So Anne brings me this thing that she says she made ESPECIALLY FOR ME and I cherish it. It is named "You And Your Smile".

I love you Mommy! You are so sweet. I think Dad is silly! School has been great! I'll let you hear a poem, Mom. Once upon a time, a mother and father were taking care of their three little girls. There names were Anne, Madeline and Lily. Every day, at every place,  they all had a lot of fun.  Anne said "Mom" you are the best! Then sister Madeline added, "You are too, Dad!" Then Lily said "Ga Ga! Goo Goo! Banana!" She was hungry, and a silly baby.  So they lived happily ever Banana Baby! The End! If I were you, I would try to be in that story, which I was. Anne! Thats me!  So, did I do a well job on writing that?  Did you know that you can make small things look big?  All you have to do is add more stuff to the thing.  You always make me happy.  Your the best mom ever!  What is gas made of?  But anyway, I love you and your good smile.
By Anne Senecal



That made my day. I can just imagine her sitting at the computer, giggling to herself at all the silly things she was typing. She has turned out to be a pretty sweet kid. I think I'll keep her.

Anne is Hilarious

My children make me bust out laughing on a daily basis. This week, Anne came home with this classwork sheet in her school folder. I think it paints an accurate description of the language she hears around here.

She has to make up three words and then put them in a sentence.
These are the three words she chose.

FAIL!!

There was probably a lot of controversy surrounding my marriage to Jacob. First of all, my family had no idea who he was or how absolutely AMAZING a person I chose to marry. But I Knew. He has come to be loved by them, now. Good thing, because he isn't going ANYWHERE. Secondly, there are many other things but I do not feel like typing them out. This morning, our friends Ben and Isaac came by to pick Jacob up for work, and while they were here, They heard what I will call "a little fart" in the marriage.
Jacob was opening the window in our basement because it really is a beautiful day. But he almost knocked over one of my precious pots with seedlings that I have carefully nurtured during the harsh Alabama winter. I said "Jacob if you break that, I will kill you." In which Jacob laughed out loud, because he likes to be harassed by me. HE DOES!! Honest. Then I turned to Ben who was starting to laugh and said "sorry you had to hear that, boys." Ben said "OH, I SEE HOW THIS MARRIAGE WORKS. " Jacob laughed and replied "oh, that was just the pressure valve releasing a little air." And then we all laughed that is was merely a fart in the marriage.

The other day, Anne asked me how old her Daddy was. I told her that Daddy was 34, and this year in May he will be 35. She went on with what she was doing and it wasn't until yesterday that I noticed what she had done. Every little kid draws a picture of their family when they are little. Mommy and Daddy are always enormous, with tall legs. Then the oldest child is next, shorter than Mom and Dad, but always taller than the younger sibling.
Instead of writing out that her Dad is 34, she mistakenly wrote that he is 43. I didn't know I was married to such an old person!! HAHA. He is now 13 years older than me. That is pretty amazing and if my family found out, there would be such gossiping behind my back! Glad they don't know about that "little fart".

Attention Sisters!

This years Valentines Cd is gonna be off the Hizzle.

Bad thing is that I am too tired to fully master the songs in such an order that you will get full satisfaction of listening pleasure.
::hangs head in shame::

Just pretend I did good, K??

To distract you: LOOK!! A CUTE BABY!! AWW!

Tuesday

I really am this busy. I was going to blog all this stuff I have been saving up for a time, but my life has resembled that of a factory assembly line moving way too fast to accomplish any one task at hand.
Yesterday I was having a bad day. The only good that came out of it was really hearing the good news about my sweet niece getting tests results that were in her favor.
I was going along, plugging away. Even though things seemed to stress me out more as the day was getting older I kept going. That was my clue. I never know when to stop.

I had finally reached the home stretch. I was on my way to pick Jacob up from work, and go home for a nice dinner and relaxing Television. That is when I heard a HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK and then a sudden ::THUD:: . I looked over to see a white van that had come too close to my van and obviously I had my first wreck. I was surprised by not only the wreck but by the sudden action I took in such a mishap. Those that know me would assume that I would either flap my hands around my face uncontrollably, have tears rolling down my face, take on the fetal position, or laugh like a maniac and drive away. Instead, I immediately pulled ahead, got my phone, dialed Jacob's number as I was walking towards to woman behind me, and calmly but pointedly told her how she was clearly in the wrong by pulling out in a place that is not a turn lane, and did she see what that is right there?? NOT a turn lane. Then I told her I would check for damage on my vehicle and come right back. I did all of this before Jacob could say "hello".

Me: "Hey. I'm at the corner of Chisholm and Cox Creek. A lady just hit me. I don't see any damage. I will be late picking you up and will call you back, OKAY?!?!"

Jacob: "whoah, okay.. yeah"

So I go back and tell the visibly shaken woman that there is no damage, and if anything she probably just bumped my mirror. She says she must have hit my tire because she points to all this dark rubber on her white van. She is wiping it away with a baby wipe. It's coming off easily, and for the first time since I stepped out of the car, I relax a little bit. I look around at the rain, the passing cars, how dark it is getting. The other woman is wearing a light grey wraparound knitted jacket. It looks cozy.
Then I look at her window and see the M.O.P.S. sticker on her window. I can only imagine my face, but I say, very slowly.. "are you an Early Arts mom??" She seems even more visibly shaken that I asked her this question, as if Early Arts moms surely aren't making mistakes out here in their super mom vans. She stutters but seems to get out that she is an Early Arts mom and she is head of the MOPS. (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers)
I tell her, as we walk back to my van to check for damage yet again that my children go to Early Arts as well, and open the van door to introduce her to Madeline and Lily. She gets comfortable and tells me that her son Henry is in Lily's class. This is the funny part where I always laugh. My face just froze, and I said "OOHH! HEEENRYY!!! HENRY is the little boy that beats Lily up."

You see, one day Lily came home with a busted chin because HEENRYY pushed her down on the ground. Then a week later, he was swinging a toy around and around in the classroom when Lily just happened to walk by and get smacked in the face by Henry, yet again.

We hugged each other that we were not in a worse accident, and that everything seemed perfect. It was weird that of all the people in Florence driving there that afternoon, we met. The best part was when we were parting and she said "so... Henry hits Lily and I hit you..."

It's coming.

Dude, Later today, I am totally gonna blog.

I have been so busy lately that I have neglected you, dearest internet.
Later today, you... me.... it's on.