My "Kydanism" is kind of lame today, but I still got a kick out of it anyway....
Walking into the house yesterday, I opened the door, only to find Kydan on the other side, saying, "Wait Mommy. Slam my face into the door!" What? "Slam my face into the door?" "Why would I do that?" His only was reply was to walk away from me and sigh in exasperation. I really don't get that kid.
So I logged on today to find that SIX people have signed up to follow my blog. That is amazing in itself, but what really boggled my mind was that my blog was looked at SIXTY-TWO TIMES!!!! That means that there are several people either A) interested in my life but don't want me to know that they are interested or B) interested in my life but don't want OTHER people to know that they are interested. Option B is probably more likely because there are definitely times that I wouldn't want people to know that I know me, but I haven't had much success in hiding that fact.
I also had a good friend tell me that she is following my "bloggy thingy" but she isn't logged on as such. I'm assuming that by "bloggy thingy" she meant this blog, but that girl is crazy so she could mean anything. And then there is my secret friend "Revitiman" who is awesome enough to leave me my very first comment, but I have no idea who you are. It's a crazy fun secret shared by me and 6 of my friends. Or 62 of my friends, depending on how you look at it.
So I'm leaving for Arizona today. I'm not sure how that crept up on me so fast. My brother is getting married, so you would think this would be pretty high on my radar, but I just realized that I have about 32 loads of laundry to do, dogs to get a sitter for, children to pack for grandma's house, baseball games to prepare for so grandma can take them (still praying for a rainout), shoes to find that match the dress I'm going to wear, (currently I am going barefoot, yes I'm serious) make 4 phone calls for work and pack. I'm sure I'm forgetting a bunch of stuff, but it's ok because I won't remember it until I'm on the plane anyway so I don't have to worry about it now.
I know this will devastate many of you, but I won't be able to blog again until next Tuesday. I know those of you who admit to being my friend will survive, but it is my secret friends that I worry about. I think they might be fragile. I know I will have tons to write about though, as I'm pretty sure my family invented dysfunctional. Thanks everyone for saving me from blogging solely to my one friend. I love her dearly, and she doesn't need all of that pressure.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
A day in the life of Kim's kids...
So I need to start off with the fact that it is a little odd that I am writing a blog at all, but even more odd is the fact that I have only one person following me. I feel like I should just send her this via email and that would be a lot less weird. But she knows all of my crap and is still my friend, so what is one more bizarre thing to give to her?
Kydan's comment of the day: (There is a good chance this will be a daily addition to my blog)
As Tommy was trying to get my dog in the house this morning, the dog jerked the leash out of his hand, giving him a rope burn. I said "You are very close to finding a new home!" Kydan let out a shriek.... "NOOOOOOOO!!!" and then followed up with, "Wait, do you mean the dog or just Tommy?"
I'm not big on bragging about my kids. I don't know why this is. It seems like society expects and accepts everyone talking about how terrible their children are, but the second you start talking about how they excel at something you are looked at as a braggart. That seems weird and mean, so I'm going to brag about Tommy a little bit.
Yesterday he had baseball practice. His first game is on Saturday (which I will miss and grandma will be there so pray that it gets rained out) and the coach is on the lookout for any child that has the ability to get the ball somewhat close to home plate. Every child wants to be the pitcher. Not every child should be allowed to throw a ball. I remember last year Tommy got nailed at least once a game from some crazy 6-year-old who tried to throw a 90 mile an hour fastball right into his shin.
So last night the coach let every child have a chance at pitching. It was very painful to watch. I was sitting in the bleachers between third base and home plate, and one kid landed a ball in my lap. The coach cracks me up, too, because he has no fear of parents yelling at him when he laughs at their kid.
Tommy was third to the last to try. He got up there and his first pitch was a strike. Then another strike. And then a couple of balls, but they were so close to being strikes that I almost booed the coach for being a bad umpire. He did such a great job that, after practice was over and the team had their meeting, the coach said the only pitcher they were definitely sure of was Tommy, and that he did such a great job he might start every game. (Which can't really happen because of "fairness" or some crap like that.) The look on my kid's face was priceless. You could feel his confidence jump sky high, and some how he didn't turn it into arrogance for the rest of the night.
This morning when I checked my email there was a note from the coach to everyone and he again singled Tommy out saying how great he was, that so far he was the only pitcher and if anyone else wanted to try to pitch to come 15 minutes early to the game on Saturday. I'm so happy for him! Of course, Dan is walking around like he was the reason why Tommy is so great, so I'm happy for him, too.
Tommy has had such a rough go at life. I'm pretty tough on him and we butt heads a lot, but that is mostly because we are so similar and all of the traits that he has that I don't like are the same traits you can find in me. He gets singled out for being bad all the time, so it is AWESOME when someone else recognizes his greatness as well. I think he needs to see that he is great more than anyone else. God is so good and knew EXACTLY what He was doing when He gave me His child Tommy to raise. (Ummm...duh.) I think I've probably learned more about being a Godly person from Tommy than he has ever learned from me. Poor kid had no idea that he was here to teach his mother.
Kydan's comment of the day: (There is a good chance this will be a daily addition to my blog)
As Tommy was trying to get my dog in the house this morning, the dog jerked the leash out of his hand, giving him a rope burn. I said "You are very close to finding a new home!" Kydan let out a shriek.... "NOOOOOOOO!!!" and then followed up with, "Wait, do you mean the dog or just Tommy?"
I'm not big on bragging about my kids. I don't know why this is. It seems like society expects and accepts everyone talking about how terrible their children are, but the second you start talking about how they excel at something you are looked at as a braggart. That seems weird and mean, so I'm going to brag about Tommy a little bit.
Yesterday he had baseball practice. His first game is on Saturday (which I will miss and grandma will be there so pray that it gets rained out) and the coach is on the lookout for any child that has the ability to get the ball somewhat close to home plate. Every child wants to be the pitcher. Not every child should be allowed to throw a ball. I remember last year Tommy got nailed at least once a game from some crazy 6-year-old who tried to throw a 90 mile an hour fastball right into his shin.
So last night the coach let every child have a chance at pitching. It was very painful to watch. I was sitting in the bleachers between third base and home plate, and one kid landed a ball in my lap. The coach cracks me up, too, because he has no fear of parents yelling at him when he laughs at their kid.
Tommy was third to the last to try. He got up there and his first pitch was a strike. Then another strike. And then a couple of balls, but they were so close to being strikes that I almost booed the coach for being a bad umpire. He did such a great job that, after practice was over and the team had their meeting, the coach said the only pitcher they were definitely sure of was Tommy, and that he did such a great job he might start every game. (Which can't really happen because of "fairness" or some crap like that.) The look on my kid's face was priceless. You could feel his confidence jump sky high, and some how he didn't turn it into arrogance for the rest of the night.
This morning when I checked my email there was a note from the coach to everyone and he again singled Tommy out saying how great he was, that so far he was the only pitcher and if anyone else wanted to try to pitch to come 15 minutes early to the game on Saturday. I'm so happy for him! Of course, Dan is walking around like he was the reason why Tommy is so great, so I'm happy for him, too.
Tommy has had such a rough go at life. I'm pretty tough on him and we butt heads a lot, but that is mostly because we are so similar and all of the traits that he has that I don't like are the same traits you can find in me. He gets singled out for being bad all the time, so it is AWESOME when someone else recognizes his greatness as well. I think he needs to see that he is great more than anyone else. God is so good and knew EXACTLY what He was doing when He gave me His child Tommy to raise. (Ummm...duh.) I think I've probably learned more about being a Godly person from Tommy than he has ever learned from me. Poor kid had no idea that he was here to teach his mother.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Who knew?
A friend of mine told me to start a blog. So I went to do just that but, as it turns out, I already had one. I followed someone else's blog for a while, and I guess I had to set up a blog in order to do it. I wonder what else I have that I don't know about? I think it would be awesome if I went to start a bank account, only to find that I already have one open and fully funded. Or maybe I can start learning how to speak fluent Spanish, but once I started I found out that my Spanish is already perfecto. the possibilities are endless.
Anyway, here is my blog. I'm guessing no one will be overly interested in my life, but I need to start gaining control of my time and how I spend it, and I think this is a great way to start. (YES, that's right. I found another way to waste my time. I get the irony.)
If nothing else, it will be a fun way to jot down the craziness of my children and what actually comes out of their mouths that supposed to pass as intelligent speech. I used to write that stuff down all the time and I haven't been lately, so.....well....now I will.
On second thought, I can't imagine not wanting to subscribe to this unbelievably exciting blog that will detail my life. Whew! The excitement is already wearing me out.
Anyway, here is my blog. I'm guessing no one will be overly interested in my life, but I need to start gaining control of my time and how I spend it, and I think this is a great way to start. (YES, that's right. I found another way to waste my time. I get the irony.)
If nothing else, it will be a fun way to jot down the craziness of my children and what actually comes out of their mouths that supposed to pass as intelligent speech. I used to write that stuff down all the time and I haven't been lately, so.....well....now I will.
On second thought, I can't imagine not wanting to subscribe to this unbelievably exciting blog that will detail my life. Whew! The excitement is already wearing me out.
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