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Random pictures because my children are charming

So I took them downtown and bought them some cake.

Pictures

And here's a few pictures. Jake laying on Penny when she's sick. Carol finishing up her pioneer unit at school. Penny's birthday party at an ISU basketball game. Carol's new doll. Sledding with pal Hailey. That should keep you happy for a minute.

Happy January 11!!!

It's the New Year. Hooray! I mean, I realize this Happy New Year message is 11 days late. I realize I haven't blogged in several, several weeks. (Oh great, you're probably thinking, another why-I-don't-blog-anymore blog. But hold on. There'll be a list here pretty soon). In my heart, I'm blogging all the time and wishing everybody a Happy New Year on Jan. 1 and I'm sharing lots and lots of memories.

I'm just not doing it on the actual blog anymore.

Part of the reason is I no longer have a computer. Sure, the computer is still in my house, but it's not in my room anymore. It's in Carol's room. And it's hard to sit here and blog while I try to ignore the mound of pencils and crayons on her desk, the clothes on the floor and the books spread around the room. I really should make her keep a tidier room. But that's not really the point. The point is, I have very good reasons for not blogging.

Sure, I could blog from my phone. But from anybody who has ever received a text or email from me from my phone, they know that this is not a good solution. People might wonder when I suffered such a severe brain injury that left me unable to construct a readable sentence. I could just post pictures, but I really don't find it necessary to take random pictures of my beautiful children simply for being delightful and charming. Maybe it's because I'm usually yelling at them and they no longer gaze upon my face (poised just behind the iPhone camera) with love and tenderness.

So, here's the list I promised. I have no idea where I left off, so if I'm repeating myself, just deal with it. So, here's the list I promised.

• Carol wants a unicycle for her 9th birthday coming up here in February. That's because she's participating in the Gamma Phi Junior Circus at her school. So if anybody knows a good unicycle dealer, that would be helpful.

• Penny was sick over Christmas. Flu sick. Poor girl has the worst immune system. And that's weird because I let both my daughters get as dirty as they wanted when they were toddlers.

• I'm a day shift nurse in an ICU. Seriously... It was my end goal to get this job. Two years into nursing and here I am. So I have no aspirations at the moment.

• Steve works at an actual, for-real-life newspaper. Still!

• Penny plays basketball. And she's good. Well, she's OK. For a first grader.

• We got a Wii for Christmas. And the girls got American Girls. Guess which one required a second mortgage. We're going to the American Girl store for spring break in March. It's not Spain or Disney World, but it's only two hours from here.

• Jake is the world's best dog, according to a Christmas ornament we got. Except he's become overprotective of his pack and tries to kill any dog that happens to come near us. We're working on that.

I have no funny stories because I've been working the last two days and I'm neck deep in death and flu. Maybe I'll think of some this weekend and post a few from my phone. Maybe some pictures too. Just don't judge me too harshly for the incoherent posts. I have very fat fingers.

xxoo

Starved Rock

Our family took a little day trip to Starved Rock yesterday. It's a beautiful state park full of canyons with miles of trails through the woods and along the Illinois River. It's very dry here, so instead of waterfalls, we had empty canyons to explore, which was probably even more fun.

Was super happy to get away for a day. Everything has been very stressful lately. There just is never enough time for everything. And working nights, as any night worker will tell you, can really mess with your mind. 

So here's a rundown of recent events.

Parent-teacher conferences were in the last few weeks. They were a replay of last year, except there was no psychiatrist involved. Also, Carol is doing much, much better than a year ago.

Soccer is in the last week. The girls are doing pretty good. Especially Penny. That girls is a beast on the soccer field.

Carol joined Chess Club (seriously... ) and the Junior Gamma Phi Circus. It's a big deal to finally be allowed to join. Circus is a very big deal at Metcalf. I wonder if Carol will end up being a clown??

And that's all I can remember right now. Hopefully, work won't be psycho crazy this week and maybe I can write more. Just enjoy the pretty pics... 

Bored at work

So I guess I only blog after a) having a ridiculously awesome picture of myself to post, b) having a cute picture of the girls to post or c) when I'm bored at work.

Guess which one this?

We are SO busy now that the girls are back in school. Soccer is big at our house this year. BIG. Penny scored two, almost three, goals at her first game. She was so good, the coach moved her to defense. Steve said that's a first for a Gardner -- getting moved to defense for being TOO good.

Carol was her typical what-ev self at first. At FIRST... Before Steve bribed her with the iPad. Then she became the best soccer player on her team, scoring one of the two goals scored that game, and assisting on the other. Bummer for me, I missed that one.

School is also busy. Carol is working on a paper about the praying mantis. And Penny is this week's Friend of the Week. That's a BIG deal in first grade. Only, today, the first day of the big week, her day sort of sucked. She's sick. She didn't present anything to the class because she wanted to wait for Carol to come to her class. Carol called her stupid in front of her friends, and they laughed. All really sucky stuff.

So I bought her a smoothie at McDonalds. Because sometimes a smoothie helps.

And then our sewer exploded, but that's not really something I want to think/write/talk about. Because it's smelly. And works has been busy. Well. Not tonight. But in general.

I usually like to end with something quippy, but tonight, I'll j....

Football

Pretty much did nothing but drink beer, eat and watch football. I justified this decision because I am almost never off on Sundays, and why not live it up... On the sofa. With a gallon of ice cream poised on my chest.

Turns out, living it up sorta makes me feel a little fat. And this picture certainly doesn't help. Reminder to self, a thumbs up rarely benefits a portrait. Especially one as awesome as this.

A work in progress

Today is my least favorite day of all the school days. It's open house day at my kids' school. Usually, this sort of thing is exciting. Getting to meet the new teachers. Getting to hear about the fun things they're going to do this year. Sitting in tiny seats. 

But I always feel sort of overwhelmed on these days. We pick volunteer opportunites. Learn about the big dates like field trips and science project due dates. And I envision my semi-empty calendar filling with all sorts of stuff I'm likely to forget. Also, I had to shell out like $50 on a babysitter and pizza, which is not how I like to spend $50 on a Thursday night.

Both girls have very nice teachers. Penny has a teacher new to the school who seems very excited about teaching 1st graders. Carol has a 36-year veteran teacher who designs her room around whatever "theme" the class is working on. The first lesson is nature and, I kid you not, she has a life-sized tree in her classroom. Sorta makes you want to revisit the 3rd grade.  

My birthday weekend is OK. Weirdish weather. Here's Penny on Sunday, and again on Monday. Looks like she can have fun in any weather! It also looks like she has a preference for green.

Birthday awesomeness

I was not looking forward to my birthday this year. But here's just another example of how my kids and husband made this an extra special day.

Homemade card from Carol:

Dear mommy. I love you. You are the center of my eye. I hope nothing goes wrong on your birthday. You're the best mom I know. Yours truly. Carol.

Homemade card from Penny (with spelling fixed. Sheesh Penny. You're 6. Learn to spell already.):

Dear mom. Happy Birthday! What do you want to do? I want you to open the presents. If you say no, then I guess go outside. Just kidding. Guess what my present is. You don't have to. Love. Penny. 

Gangam Style

I'm so over my birthday depression. I went for a nice run today, where I got drenched on the last mile. I'm not certain why, but I always think it's lucky when it rains on my run.

And I came up with a nice plan for the next few days. And I'm ready for a big old nap before work today.

But most of all, Steve introduced me to this new video. It's the most awesome of the awesomest videos. Please enjoy...

Rainy day blues

This five days a week thing is harder than I thought. My main excuse is I'm, like, clinically depressed. My birthday is coming up. I'm feeling overworked and under appreciated. I'm feeling like the only thing I have to look forward to is more hard work, and then death.

So, basically, what I'm feeling is life.

Today we watched, "West Side Story," in a failed effort to cheer myself up. A Romeo and Juliet story. What's not cheery about that?!?! There was one bright spot, before Tony is gunned down in the playground after having killed his love's brother. And I thought my week was bad.

Tony says, "Good night," and Maria responds, "Buenos noches." And Carol says, "Like he knows what THAT means." I guess it sort of cheered me up.

Gotta go now. The dogs are trying to eat the children. Getting really close to running away from home.

6-8 sentences... easy peasy

Since I've been working 12-13 hours a shift for the last three nights, I have very little to write about that's not protected by HIPPA. I was lucky enough today to sleep during a beautiful rainy day and am happy to report 8 hours of sleep. 8!!!!

The girls and Steve have been doing the town up in my absense. The zoo. Barnes and Noble. The library The Normal corn festival. A rock wall (which Carol climbed all the way to the top. Woot woot!) and a cotton candy booth. I guess, they were mostly home today, which is sort of surprising because I slept through whatever ruckus they were making. I love me some rainy days.

Back to the grind tomorrow. For them. I will be eating breakfast with my co-workers and then coming home to a quiet house for a few hours of sleep before I head back to work for my fourth and final day. Whew...

School days... With homework

School's back in session. The lovely Gardner girls are adjusting to their new grades.

Penny is in first grade, so she has explained that there is very little free time for playing. Except on Fridays, which are either Free play Fridays or Free fun Fridays. I don't remember. It also means a locker... To decorate. Also, she said her neck hurt from sitting at a desk all day.

For Carol, it means going to classes on a whole different floor. A combination lock for her locker. And sneakers just for gym, which I forgot to buy and then spent WAY too much money on at Von Maur. It also means a morning journal. When I asked Carol what was in it, she said, "It's private." When I asked if her teacher would read it, she said, "Just barely, to make sure we're doing it and the words make sense. But just barely."

I told her about this blog and how it was sort of like my journal. I asked what she wrote about, and she said whatever. "Just whatever I'm thinking about then." I told her I didn't write much on my blog anymore. She said I should. I agreed. So I told her I'd write 5 days a week, just like she does.

Then I asked how much she had to write. She said six to eight sentences. Hmmm. I can do that... I think...

Beach days

As I sit here thinking about my four-day work stretch (woe is me) and listening to the girls moan about having to go to summer camp rather than lie around in their pajamas all day ( Penny just now walked into the living room and threw herself very dramatically on the couch in protest), I like to focus on my still slightly burned skin and remember the extra fun beach trip this week. We were a little too stretched to go for more than a day, but it was, according to Carol, "A-maaazzzz-ing."

Summer

Brought to you by the series "Ivy and Bean." Frankly, I'm not sure I get the big attraction about the adventure of two little girls. But, I am looking forward to book club.

Picture time

For whatever reason, the only photos I take these days are of the girls in sunglasses.

Black eye blues

Carol got kicked in the face at the pool today. She had a series of little hormonal-like breakdowns today over this event.

And sometimes, the most comforting embrace doesn't come from mom.

And that's how you make mom cry

This has been a busy summer. We've been riding bikes around town. Going to the pool. Hanging out in the backyard. Obviously, we've been much, MUCH too busy to peruse the internets.

But I just had to write about a package Carol received this week. It was soft, so I figured she left a jacket or some pants or something of a clothy nature at a friend's house, and they politely mailed them back to her. I didn't open it until she got home.

In the package was two stuffed rats. I'll admit. I didn't so much like where this was going. Who is sending rats to my daughter in the mail?!?! Because that's just weird.

But inside was a letter from Carol's librarian (the most wonderful teacher in the world) at Metcalf (the most wonderful school in the world). I can't possibly convey the message without just quoting it here.

Dear Carol,

I remember one day how you were so gentle and caring when others were saying how bad rats were. You are a lot like me when I was a little girl. You have a wonderful heart. I hope you always choose to be wise and careful but continue to see the possibility for beauty in all things. In honor of your kind heart, please give a good home to two of my creatures. Choose one and share one with you little sister.

And that, my friends, is how you make mom cry.