The Testosterone Adventures: Alright I'm done Pouting

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Alright I'm done Pouting

No more sulking...
No more whining...
No more carrying on about lost memories...
No more refusing to blog...
The strike is over...

I GOT MY NEW CANON REBEL CAMERA!!!

I can blog again. I can live again. I think I convinced everyone, myself included, that life really wasn't worth living after I left my digital camera out in the rain just before Thanksgiving. I had spent the entire day out there shooting pictures of the kids as we cut out, glittered and tied up 23 (yup, I'm crazy) pairs of angel wings for the Christmas pageant at church. I was so tired by the time Scott got home that I forgot all of the drying angel wings and my camera out in the back yard. I went too bed without a care in the world. I slept peacefully while the sprinklers and rain watered the lawn, all 23 pairs of cardboard angel wings and my favorite digital (not waterproof, or even resistant) camera. Needless to say I was devastated. We didn't have the extra cash under our mattress waiting for a rainy day or a new very expensive camera for a very irresponsible very amateur photographer.

We couldn't afford it...
I couldn't justify it...
Scott wasn't on board...
My mom warned me not to...

So I bought it!

So many new options, so different, so much fun. I'm practicing everyday so I can be ready for some great new Christmas pics. Here's an update or two.

The nursing program is crazy hard. Some mornings I'm getting up at 3 am so I can study in peace, very dim sleepy peace. Our first 5 weeks are done and I have a 97 percent. Yaaaaay me.

The kids are on winter break. They're happy, the neighbors aren't. We got a knock on the door the other morning, it was the neighbor asking if we could make the kids be quiet as they were trying to sleep. WHAT? It was 10 in the morning. What time is it acceptable to let your little boys laugh and scream and play on their swing set.

Christmas presents are purchased, wrapping will start soon. I'm already dreading that.

We're getting ready for Christmas company. Some family from the frozen tundra is heading for sunshine and warm sand.

Just sent out Christmas cards, I'll post the Christmas letter soon.

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Gavin 12 years old

Gavin is my first born, my picky eater, my early bird and my most logical child. He's a book loving, ramp building, scooter jumping, brocolii eating, useless trivia collecting boy. He makes a fabulous personal assistant and is a very reliable man of the house when Scott is at work. Gavin is the fearless leader of the little boys leading them into battle against anything that stands in their way (most often they gang up against me). Gavin has the ear of a musician and the soul of a dancer. He recently wrapped up a Michael Jackson phase although he's still perfecting his moon walk. Gavin can research anything on the internet. I recently found him googling job openings in traveling circuses. When I questioned him, he told me he was interested in joining them. He's been working on juggling for months. This is Gavin, my quiet thinker, my day dreamer and my practical planner.

Tommy 9 years old

Tommy is my biggest challenge. He will push me to the edge, nudge me over and then offer his hand to pull me back up. He's so lovable yet so naughty, so rude yet so clever, so exhausting yet so satisfying. He's all boy as they say. He's the house spider killer and lead lizard trapper. Tommy loves gardening with me and is always the dirtiest one in the bath tub. He is me 24 years ago. He'll turn out to be a wonderful adult, it's just making it through boyhood I worry about. Tommy is always at my side, mostly so we can argue, but by my side none the less. He's incredibly stubborn and passionate about everything. My mom reminds me that while stong willed children can be hard to raise, there's a place for them in the grown up world. Who else is going to become CEOs or run small countries?

Finn 6 years old

Finn Finn Finn... demands all my time, demands my whole lap, demands my I phone, but melts my heart. Petey however is not so fond of him. Finn is known as "the handler" right now. He is in charge of everything Petey does, what he plays with, what he eats and where he goes. He's Pete's personal assistant, coach, bodygaurd and self appointed best friend. Finn's inseam and vocabulary are growing leaps and bounds everyday. Finn was born to be a big brother but also enjoys having his big brothers to follow around and torment.

Peter 5 years old

A baby no more. Petey is growing up so fast I can hardly stand it. Lots of teeth, lots of hair, and lots of trouble. He's our number two mess maker these days. Petey spends most of his days trying to keep up with the big boys. Unfortunately, Finn has decided that Petey belongs to him. Petey is told what to play with, where and for how long. When we're out and about I never have to worry about Petey keeping up, Finn worries about him and refuses to let go of his hand. Pete is usually pretty tolerant however, Finn has a few scars from Petey bites.

Huck 2

Lucky Huck is the latest initiated member of the band of brothers. He came tumbling into this world in whirlwind of drama and hasn't slowed down. I can't wait to get to know him more. Huck's personality seems to blossom every day. i'm predicting: dramatic, snuggly, tolerant and brave but time will tell. He is smothered with kisses, his fuzzy head is constantly rubbed and his toes are tickled with the filthy hands of his older brothers constantly. They all enjoy holding him consequently Huck is the cause of many fights. Huck is referred to as Lucky Huck most of the time unless it's Petey talking about him, then it's Lutty Hut. i like both but I really think of myself as the lucky one as I snuggle with this little guy.

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Alright I'm done Pouting

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