Thomas' class is learning about marching bands this week, in preparation for getting to participate in the KU Homecoming Parade next month. One of his teachers is a former KU Band member and her sister is apparently still in band, so they visited Pre 2 yesterday with their instruments. The sousaphone made quite an impression!
He could hardly wait to get home and get out the trumpet to wow us with his ability to play the KU Fight Song. Please excuse the shaking camera; it's difficult to film while convulsing with laughter.
Click here for the video.
September 29, 2010
September 27, 2010
The Happiness Project
The Happiness Project is one of my most neglected online bookmarks. You have to be in the right mood to really want to be happy and certainly in the right mood to really want to have someone tell you how to feel it. It's a great website, but I don't visit it all that often. In all honesty? Sometimes I'm just not in the mood to read about how simple it is to feel blissfully, ignorantly happy. (How's that for "ray of sunshine?")
However, when I visit I'm reminded that the first step is to be conscious of the feeling when you have it. With that said, here are the things that have made me happy today.
1. Coffee.
2. My grandmother knowing what Andrew ate for lunch because she keeps track of the school lunches in the newspaper.
3. Thomas explaining to our collective hair stylist what he wants to be for Halloween in such detail that she put down the scissors and turned away from him because she was in hysterics.
4. My grandmother knowing who Brandy is because she likes her on Dancing With The Stars. Grandma's 89.
5. The Real Housewives of wherever. If those women can't make you feel good about your own version of crazy I don't know what would.
6. Mileage checks. I really know better, but it feels like free money.
7. Thomas throwing his arms around Andrew upon our arrival at school, yelling to his friends on the playground, "Hey, guys! My Andrew's here to get me!"
How about you?
However, when I visit I'm reminded that the first step is to be conscious of the feeling when you have it. With that said, here are the things that have made me happy today.
1. Coffee.
2. My grandmother knowing what Andrew ate for lunch because she keeps track of the school lunches in the newspaper.
3. Thomas explaining to our collective hair stylist what he wants to be for Halloween in such detail that she put down the scissors and turned away from him because she was in hysterics.
4. My grandmother knowing who Brandy is because she likes her on Dancing With The Stars. Grandma's 89.
5. The Real Housewives of wherever. If those women can't make you feel good about your own version of crazy I don't know what would.
6. Mileage checks. I really know better, but it feels like free money.
7. Thomas throwing his arms around Andrew upon our arrival at school, yelling to his friends on the playground, "Hey, guys! My Andrew's here to get me!"
How about you?
September 21, 2010
Points to ponder - Tuesday edition
1. I calculate that there are 1,440 minutes in a day. Of that time, I estimate that I lie in bed staring at the ceiling sleep for approximately 480 minutes. After spending an average of 10 minutes each morning in the shower, I dedicate the next 80 minutes to getting dressed and ready for work, preparing breakfast, locating backpacks and lunches and driving the kids to school and myself to work. Once there I spend the next 390 minutes wishing I was someplace else working diligently.
I've checked it twice, because math isn't my strong suit, but the way that works out would indicate that from the time I leave work I still have exactly as many minutes left in my day as I typically use for sleep. Hmmm. I wonder where those go?
2. We have a trampoline in the backyard that the boys spend a lot of time in - bouncing, talking, laughing, fighting, laughing and bouncing some more. Unfortunately, the net has taken a beating. That's due, probably in equal parts, to the boys bouncing against it, whipping Kansas winds, questionable construction and one unfortunate incident wherein Thomas ripped a hole in it with a plastic golf club while friends were visiting because he was, and I quote, "building a bigger living room in the trampoline for Molly." (Who says chivalry is dead?)
Until now I have been able to repair the tears with cord and keep it operational but last weekend it tore at the top and I can't reach it. Then the whipping winds came and the small tear became a gaping hole and I'm out of ideas. I went online today to see about ordering a new net. It turns out that's not an economical solution. How can a new net cost 2/3 as much as a whole new trampoline and why am I not in the trampoline biz?
3. I took the boys to Home Depot today. I love Home Depot. I love the way it smells, I love the idea of potential projects and I love the orange aprons their employees wear with their names written on them in black magic marker. Thomas and Andrew love to sit on the lawnmowers out front.
Our mission today was to buy one gallon of paint. During the short time it should take to accomplish that task we visited their restroom twice and revisited the question of why I sit down on a toilet. Why can we rarely accomplish everything that needs to happen in a restroom in our own home and also, why can't we synchronize?
I've checked it twice, because math isn't my strong suit, but the way that works out would indicate that from the time I leave work I still have exactly as many minutes left in my day as I typically use for sleep. Hmmm. I wonder where those go?
2. We have a trampoline in the backyard that the boys spend a lot of time in - bouncing, talking, laughing, fighting, laughing and bouncing some more. Unfortunately, the net has taken a beating. That's due, probably in equal parts, to the boys bouncing against it, whipping Kansas winds, questionable construction and one unfortunate incident wherein Thomas ripped a hole in it with a plastic golf club while friends were visiting because he was, and I quote, "building a bigger living room in the trampoline for Molly." (Who says chivalry is dead?)
Until now I have been able to repair the tears with cord and keep it operational but last weekend it tore at the top and I can't reach it. Then the whipping winds came and the small tear became a gaping hole and I'm out of ideas. I went online today to see about ordering a new net. It turns out that's not an economical solution. How can a new net cost 2/3 as much as a whole new trampoline and why am I not in the trampoline biz?
3. I took the boys to Home Depot today. I love Home Depot. I love the way it smells, I love the idea of potential projects and I love the orange aprons their employees wear with their names written on them in black magic marker. Thomas and Andrew love to sit on the lawnmowers out front.
Our mission today was to buy one gallon of paint. During the short time it should take to accomplish that task we visited their restroom twice and revisited the question of why I sit down on a toilet. Why can we rarely accomplish everything that needs to happen in a restroom in our own home and also, why can't we synchronize?
September 14, 2010
Testosterone
Words to strike terror in any mother's heart...
Andrew: "Thomas, want to go jump on the trampoline?"
Thomas: "Yeah. And then do you want to do the game called 'Spin the other brother all around and around and around?'"
Andrew: "YES!"
Oy.
Andrew: "Thomas, want to go jump on the trampoline?"
Thomas: "Yeah. And then do you want to do the game called 'Spin the other brother all around and around and around?'"
Andrew: "YES!"
Oy.
September 2, 2010
Ten!
On this day 10 years ago it was 106 degrees here in Lawrence and we gathered 200 or so of our sweatiest friends and family for a wedding. Today it's 70 and rainy, so go figure. Other than that, and the fact that we have two testosterone-laden human beings living in our house, everything pretty much remains the same; I'm
still married to my best friend.
still married to my best friend.
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| Happy 10th Anniversary to us! (I couldn't find a bottle with a 10, so we improvised. The traditional 10th Anniversary gift is aluminum so it works.) |
We've certainly had little itty-bitty glimpses in the last decade of exactly what "for better or for worse," and "in sickness and in health" look like, but have really just been so very fortunate. (As I type, those little testosterone machines are in the other room giggling hysterically, and that alone is an amazing gift.)
Tomorrow evening we're headed out to a celebratory dinner, as I think we should be, because I can't think of many other things that either of us have stuck with for 10 years! I'll be wearing a beautiful new necklace that I was surprised with this evening and will be proud and happy to be with my love.
Happy Anniversary, Hondo! Here's to the next ten years.
Love, Me
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