Monday, June 29, 2009
Normal blogging will return most likely next week when, hopefully, our lives return to normal.
I hope you are all doing well and enjoying your dog days of summer.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Here are your random numbers:10
Timestamp: 2009-06-22 21:55:24 UTC
Friday, June 19, 2009
We are going to savor.
We are going to church.
We are going to play.
We are going to snuggle.
We are going to watch sunsets, and probably sunrises.
We are going to race.
We are going to paint.
We are going to baseball games. Dodger baseball games.
We are going to swim.
We are going to visit with our grandparents and the lil lads great-grandparents.
We are going to play in the sprinklers.
We are going to build.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
And that is about all of the red I've added. Now that Mr. Dunbar is home I'll have more time to spend on making things look pretty rather than just trying to keep kids fed, bathed, and entertained.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I could probably type faster if I practiced.
How fast can you type?
Take the quiz.
And if you do (and let me know what you scored) there might be a little
OPI prize for your pretty nails. I most dutiably believe pretty nails help you type faster.
Monday, June 15, 2009
We had a wonderful afternoon surrounded by family and close
(Hooray for Chris and Jamie who turned into impromptu childcare and she was in like 4" heels.)
The celebration started with an early dinner at the Claim Jumper, they serve SO much food. We haven't been there in a few years and I had forgotten how big their servings are. WOWZERS! Jamie ordered the Widows Burger and her husband's face was priceless.
Almost two years, and it is finally over. My husband woke up at 4:45am 4 days a week, worked full time and went to school full-time. His graduate program, hands down, had more work than any program I have ever seen, and every single day he came home with a smile on his face and played with his sons and graciously let me complain about how "I couldn't get anything done." He is the best!
And now he is officially an M.B.A.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Starting with last night, we couldn't go to our first (well second for me) night of Small Group because Bogie got sick yesterday afternoon. By last night at 9pm his temperature was up to 102.7, so Mr. Dunbar called his brother (he's a super smart Medical Professional). He said to just give Bogie some Motrin and monitor him all night. So that's what I did. Guess how much sleep I got?? Yeah, not too much.
Then this morning Bogie woke up at the crack of dawn, literally, he was screaming his head off. I was praying for patience all ready, and of course through all Bogie's screaming Monkey woke up. (My child who can sleep through pretty much anything.) Great, how about some TV at 6am? How's that for parenting? Mr. Dunbar went to the gym and I listened to Clifford and Bogie for 60 minutes straight.
8am We are riding bikes on the driveway in our pj's when Bogie decides to faceplant the concrete, now his nose is scraped and he's got a bruise and bump right in the center of his forehead.
9am After scrambling to take a shower and make my bed, I am trying to dry my hair. So I set Bogie on the counter to brush his teeth, he drops his tooth brush and as I am picking it up he decides to grab my flat iron. FOUR fingers grip the HOT part of the iron for like .02 seconds , but that was enough to feel the burn. We ran to the kitchen and I squirt mustard all over his hand. It must have worked because he stopped crying almost immediately and there is very little burn.
11am We head to the mall to find some thing to wear for this weekend and get Mr. Dunbar a new tie. That is priority number one. I am in the Men's Furnishings Department along with like 6 other people and one employee... this is Nordstrom people!!! Not JCPenney. I grabbed 7 ties cut my way to the employee and asked her to hold them, grumpy children are not good background noise while trying to buy an expensive tie. Monkey is whining for snacks, I reach into the diaper bag and "WHAT?!?" No snacks. (They of course are on the kitchen counter with sippy cups.) Great. Let's go spend $5 bucks on a cup of strawberries from the Coffee Bar. At this point I'm thinking I'll just go get myself something to wear... an hour and a half later and a dressing room full of clothes, I buy something. And it is just something... nothing spectacular folks. Oh did I mention Bogie pooped so I changed him in the dressing room. (Sorry ladies, if you were trying to try clothes on at the same time as me today and my kid blew up your stall.)
Whining kids... again.
Home for lunch and NAP. Guess what, Monkey doesn't fall asleep, he just plays games in his room. One of which was to put Ernie (his elephant in the lampshade= that was on.)
So when Bogie wakes up, they snack and we... yup, go back to the mall. I try to buy a tie again. My question is, "WHO is hiring the Nordstrom employees these days??" The guy was totally unhelpful and not knowledgeable at all. I threw out a couple of brands I was thinking of, what the tie is for and why I needed it and all he saw were dollar signs... and he kept bringing me the ugliest ties. So I finally just put two on hold told him I'd be back, my kids wanted to go to the Disney store. Afterwards I went to like 4 more stores to just maybe find something better to wear or those perfect shoes that will make my outfit complete... and it was a waste. of. time.
It's now almost 6pm, we leave the mall head to Von's (the MOST expensive market ever) but also the nicest most gourmet place and closest market to our house. Have a sandwich made at their deli, grab a few more things and head home.
Dinner, baths for the boys, pj's and just when I am about to put them to bed... all you-know-what breaks loose. Monkey is screaming in his room, I run in there and Ernie is ruined. Yup RUINED!!! Part of his inside melted and fused together from the heat of the light bulb earlier in the day, so there is now this hard blob on his rear. I tell him "Monkey calm down, I'll just get the other Ernie." (Because a prepared mom has at least two of the favorite Lovie right?) More tears. He says the other is ruined, he chewed on his trunk. Okay, well, I'll just pull out my secret Ernie number three (thank you Erin for the original two) But this Ernie has a rip in his ear from when Monkey was a baby, he freaks out again. Screaming, bloody murder. At this point I'm ready to start crying too. But finally, Monkey pulls it together and says "We have to go to the store to get a new one." Umm, sorry babe, stores are closed.
Bogie wakes up crying now because Monkey is crying and their rooms are right next to each other. I end up holding BOTH boys in Monkey's bed for 40 minutes until they both fall asleep.
As I was reaching to get up, holding Bogie, I twisted my neck and now I have a kink of some sort and a pain going down my shoulder. Just what I needed.
As for tomorrow, I'll be purchasing at least two more Ernies, if I can find them. Of course, I have to go back to the mall A-gain, I never purchased that tie or shoes... wish me luck, I think I'm going to need all I can get.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This is the first year in pretty much my entire life that I did not have a "first day of school" for myself. From the start of kindergarten through graduate school and six years of teaching, school of some shape or form has been a part of ME.
Instead, this year, Monkey had his first day of pre-school and Mr. Dunbar had a first day of school for the second year of his MBA program. (Sorry no picture.)
This school year, I have been surrounded by all things school without actually being in school (as the real teacher or student.) Thank you to all of my girlfriends who let me stand in for them a day or two here and there as the Sub. What a turn around, I used to take "mental days" to get away from my students, now I have "sub days" to get to see students.
Instead, this year has been about me being on the sidelines. Me being the parent, not the teacher. Me being the supporter, not the student. I miss teaching. I miss the classroom. I miss my girlfriends. Let's be honest, I miss the clothes. But this year is not about me. I guess most of motherhood and wife-ism, isn't, is it?
My men have grown and surpassed me with ooobles and goobles of knowledge. (Do you like how I'm making up words?) Mr. Dunbar has studied countless hours. Do you know what epidemiology is? Me neither, but my husband could tell you. Monkey sings with the best of them and can tell you all sort of random bits of information. Including the Pledge of Allegiance and every Nusery Rhyme known to man.
Mr. Dunbar turned in his thesis week. He kept calling it a project, the final product was pretty amazing. All professional looking with lots of big words. I was pretty impressed.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Can you tell what is missing?