Walk the Walk

 

 

 

Apparently Swearing isn't the only thing Olivia picked up from her Daddy.

 

Speaking of Daddy, the girls can't get enough of him.  Here is a conversation I had with Olivia this morning:

 

Olivia: Mom, Where's Daddy?

Me: He is at Work.

Olivia: Why?

Me: Because we need food.

Olivia: But I'm not hungry.

One Really Long Post

 

Things have been really good.  We have made efforts to do fun activities as a family and it makes me happy.  I do not like being inside all day and the nice weather opens up a lot of doors for fun things to do.  Literally.

 

We have been playing at the park...

 

Changing our clothes 7 million times a day....

One awesome birthday... 

A fun trip to Schnepf Farms



 



Good Reads

I have been reading a lot lately.  If I have some quiet time then reading is what I turn too.  Here are my "two cents" on the following:

The Adventures of Robin Hood by Roger Lancelyn Green: Tragically Romantic. Loved it.

Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech:  One of my new favorites.  In my next life I will come back with Sharon Creech's writing skills...and Beyonces Voice...and longer legs.

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame:  If you can't sleep at night, read this book.  I couldn't get through it

Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis:  Sweet/Sad Story.  I learned a lot about the Buxton Settlement in Canada.  Something I had never heard of before reading the story.  I preferred this authors other book Bud, Not Buddy.

Heartbeat and The Unfinished Angel by Sharron Creech: Loved them both and quick reads.

Room by Emma Donoghue:  I don't know why I thought I would be OK with reading a kidnapping story....it lacked redemtion.  I wouldn't recommend it.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster:  A fun book with a fun perspective.  Left me confused in a good way. 

Theres my "two cents" take it or leave it...

Writing Club Part 4

Do you have a superstition?  What is it, Why do you have it, and how do you follow it?

My superstition is “knocking on wood”.  I don’t know why I started it but whenever I brag about something {usually my kids finally sleeping through the night} my stomach gets all tense and I feel like I just jinxed myself.  I quickly find some wood, give it a couple of knocks, and feel instant protection.  Don’t know why I do it…

When I was thinking about this prompt I thought it would be fun to create a story.  Here is what I came up with.

FANNI FROM THE TREE

I didn’t come to earth the same way everyone else came to earth.  There were no storks.  There were no birds.  And there were absolutely no bees.  I hate bees.

Most babies in our town came to earth in a hospital, all except for Tommy Burch.  Tommy came out in his families corn field.  His mom was slaving away picking ear after ear of corn.  Her stomach got really tight.  She bent over to catch her breath and POP out came Tommy.  She caught him real quick and cleaned everything up.  She debated if she should keep working but decided to call it a night.  The town talked about it for days.

My story is different.  I’ll begin where it started.

I was born on a warm summer day.  The birds sang happy songs and the sun shone through my mother’s bedroom window.  My mother watched the sun rays dance on her wooden floor.  But that is about all she could do because her heart felt heavy and her eyes were wrung dry.  In her arms she held a lifeless baby boy.  Born the same day as me but too early and too quick.  The doctors said there was nothing they could have done.  So my mother sat there holding my brother, watching the sun rays, and thinking about nothing.

My father walking in and nodded to my mother.  She nodded back.  They walked out into the field where a wooden box lay next to a deep hole.  My mother hugged my brother and traced her finger over every inch of his face, memorizing him in that moment.  She then handed him to my father where he kissed him on both cheeks, one for each breath that he took.  He gently laid him in the box, which lay in the hole, which was covered by the earth.  When the earth was back in place my mom went back to her bedroom to stare at the sun rays.  My father stared at the earth he just put back in place.  He had to listen to the birds with their happy songs and the more he listened the sadder he got.  Then his sadness turned to anger and he grabbed his ax.  He started chopping at that three that had all the birds singing their happy songs.  Chop, Chop, Chop, and then Silence.  The chopping kept all the happy songs away so my father kept chopping until the whole tree fell over.  The tree fell, the birds flew, the dust settled, and my father caught his breath.  My father heard the last noise in the whole wide world that he thought he would hear.  The sound of a baby crying.  The sound of ME crying.  He ran to my cries and found me snuggled up in a big crack of the tree he just cut down.  When the tree fell it split strait down the middle.  And in the middle of the middle was a hollow shape like a cocoon.  That cocoon is what I was now kicking and screaming in.  My father picked me up and my cries softened.  He ran his fingers through my thick auburn hair and scanned my perfect pink wrinkly body.  What he wanted to do was race inside to my mother with me held high in the air screaming, “We have a baby! We have a baby!”  But that not being the best idea he took smooth quick strokes to where my mother lay in her room.  He placed me in my mother’s arms and told her where I came from.  My mother’s dry eyes cried tears she didn’t think she had.  They named me Fanni after my Grandma who planted the very tree my father found me in.  My mother said it was the best and worst day of her life.  The worst because her heart was broken into a million pieces and the best because I pieced her heart back together again.

I don’t mind that I came here differently than everyone else.  My parents tell me that their heart will always ache for the loss of their little baby.  But they had faith that they would have a baby of their own and here I am.  My Father always jokes that I am his lucky charm.  Whenever he needs fate to fall his way he gives me a knock on the head.  He says most people have to find a tree to knock on for good luck.  But all he needs is his little “Fanni Tree” and life is exactly how it should be. 

Writing Club Part 2

Writing Prompt: You are a Serial Killer. What shows do you put on your DVR? Why? 

My job

Unconventional

Riding beings of this world

 who shouldn’t be here

at least I don’t think they should be

I don’t like to believe anyone loves them

 

My favorite

Death by poison

I watch them

Struggle

Shrivel up

Fight for air

And then

Nothing

 

If that doesn’t work

Fast enough

I remove limbs

One

By

One

Then apply pressure

Slowly

Firmly

Snap

Nothing

 

Sometimes I save

Unique killings

To remember the experience

There is a way

To store things

Without

Stench

 

After a full day

I need rejuvenation

TV always helps

Preferably

“So you think you can dance”

 

I watch only

The judges

Specifically

Mary Murphy

Her voice

Chalk on chalkboard

Nothing makes

Me want to

Kill more than

That voice

 

So I fast forward

To her

Cackle

Rewind

Cackle

Rewind

Cackle

RAGE

 

Suddenly

My phone rings

No doubt

Jobs

For the next day

I’m ready for it

I tap accept

In my most

Professional voice

I say

“Serial Killer Bug Extermination

How may I help you?”

Smushtache

 

Me and Olivia had fun on PicMonkey today.  Thank you Elyse for introducing it to me and I pretty much stole your old banner. I feel all techy now.  Livi loves her "smushtache".

 

Livi started saying "Oh my H-E-double hockey sticks" {but the real version} the other day.  We first noticed it when she made a song out of it in the bathtub.  We asked her where she heard that word and she said "From Daddy".  She continued to say it for a couple of days and I hate to admit it but her timing or swear etiquette is pretty good.  She says it so casually like you would say "Oh the sky is blue today"...impressive but it needed to stop and it did. 

 

Emma sticks her tongue out and spits at anyone who says hi to her or even looks at her for that matter.  Between that and the swearing I'm thinking my kids are pretty awesome right now.

Locked Up Again

 

I think as the girls get older they listen to me less and less.  Emma locked me out of the house again.  My petition to let me back in did not work.  She walked away from me pounding on the clear sliding door and then I watched her go over to the computer and resume her Sesame Street YouTube watching.  The trouble really began when she clicked on a slightly pornographic video under the "recommended" videos.  I watched helplessly as she stared at things I REALLY don't want her to see.  Lucky it didn't entertain her much and she quickly let me in.  If this "I can't hear mom unless she is making cookies" trend continues then I'm scared of what it will be like when they are teenagers.