A Day in Amy's Brain

Have you ever wondered what goes on in your child's head? I am always wondering this about Amy. Take this conversation that we had in the car today, it is a completely typical conversation with her.

Amy: When we were still in school, my friend Carter took a vacation.
Me: he did? (Me thinking a weekend in Chicago)
Amy: He brought pictures to school to show us.
Me: what did he bring pictures of?
Amy: well I don't remember all of them, but one was a picture of a really big cactus.

WHAT? Why are there cacti in Illinois? Did she mean a different state? Or did she completely make this up?

Once again I am left dumbfounded by a conversation with her. Amy is probably the one person that can end a conversation with me not having a response.

Judging a Book By It's Cover

I realize I have not posted for a while.  Imagine that life keeps me busy and that I don't have time to sit down at the computer to type...dad's surgery, holidays, vacation, mom's surgery, sick kids...blah, blah, blah...

But today I have a nagging headache, and it's one of those days that I have got something on my mind that I can not seem to shake.  GOSSIP...RUMORS...PASSING JUDGEMENT

Should it really bother me that someone said something to someone else who then told someone else something about me...well not really something about me, but basically, that the original someone doesn't care for me?  The reasons that the person doesn't care for me don't even matter. I have probably spoken to the original person a total of 5 times in my life.  And never about myself...well I guess maybe it was...I always talk about my kids.

So, why do I feel like I need to defend myself in my head? Isn't that ridiculous that it should stick with me?  

I really don't care if people talk about me, actually I think it is kind of funny...I really lead a very boring life, I have a few friends, but I don't go partying and socializing non-stop.  It's just not me.  My life revolves around God, my kids and my husband.  Maybe it should revolve around keeping my house clean, that would probably make my husband happy. 

But in the mean time, if I meet someone I don't think I like, I think I will take the opportunity to get to know them a little better.  Usually, that is all it takes with me.

Head Injury

While Amy has had her fair share of ER visits, Amber has not.  Amy, my daring second child, broke her finger and had five stitches at 7 months old.  Amy has had a few sick ER visits as well.  But Amber, my ever-cautious child, has not been to the ER, not even a sick visit.  That was until a few weeks ago. 

While enjoying one of the last nice days of the season, just getting ready to wrap things up to come in for dinner.  Amber tripped and hit her head on this rock (see top corner of old picture).

I saw her come up holding her head, and was ready for serious blood.  Surprisingly, there was not a lot of blood, but her head was cut open.  She handled it pretty well, until I mentioned that we needed to go to the hospital.  

We were seen very quickly at the hospital.  The nurses and triage were so nice.  She was shaking, I think out of nervousness and the chill, so they brought her a warmed blanket.

As it turned out, no stitches were necessary, just some glue.  The doctor cleaned her up, glued her boo-boo closed and we were on our way.  Here she is with a freshly glued head!

Amy's 1st Field Trip

Amy had her first field trip to the Pumpkin Patch last week.  Her field trip buddy was her "friend" Morgan.  Amy has been trying to ask Morgan to be her friend for weeks now.  She says she wants Morgan to be her friend because "she's the only one like me". 

Interpreted, she is quiet, very quiet, as quiet as Amy. 

Having the quiet girls definitely makes chaperoning a field trip easy.  They just smile and nod their heads in agreement with whatever.

Elephant Rock

It has become a tradition for us to make a yearly autumn trip to Elephant Rock. Last week, Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Greg were visiting so we included them on our trip. Unfortunately, the leaves weren't quite turned yet, but it was still a beautiful day.

  

While Amber was busy climbing, Amy kept her eye on Grandma and Grandpa.

Amber came home with a few scrapes, but only because she thinks she can do everything dad and Uncle Greg do.  Too bad, dad and Uncle Greg shouldn't do the things they do.

Is there anything better?

Is there anything better than your kids being best friends with your best friend's kids? 

I LOVE IT! 

But maybe it is because all FIVE of these kids have AWESOME parents!

Does Anyone's House Really Look Like This?

It appears that a toy store came in and vomited toys everywhere.

We start with Ponyville in one corner of the dining room. No kidding the toy bin is literally right next to this.
Then of course we have Littlest Pet Shop of Horrors all over my fireplace.

The doctor kit that I step on every time I walk into the living room.

Anytime I ask that they take a few minutes to clean up, the response is "we're playing with that".

I will give them credit though, they were actually playing with the Barbies. I am not kidding they ask for a new Barbie at every birthday and Christmas. I also think they have pro-created.

I know it looks like a mess to most, but really, and I mean really, I am going to miss this in a few years.