A litte of this, a little of that...

I haven't blogged in a while.  I had gotten in a good routine for a while and then I just stopped.  I am just not organized enough to keep computer time high on my list of priorities these days!  I love writing and I love looking at blogs, I just haven't figured out a way to regularly fit it in with everything else!  I have had all these thoughts swirling around in my head recently of things that would be good to blog about but there is somehow a disconnect between the thought swirling in my head and actually getting it onto the computer....  oh well. 

To get me back in the groove, here are a few random happenings from this week.  It's been a low key week mostly.  I've felt pretty rotten and Jason has had lots of computer work so we have mostly just stayed around the house.  I'm actually pretty stir crazy and would very much love to get out except for the fact that my stomach feels pretty gross.  A lovely, oh too common occurence where we live. 

Anyway, I"m rambling because this post mostly does not have a point.  Ok, so stories from the week.  We had guests over for dinner last night (Thursday) and the way my week went, I ended up needing to go to the grocery store on Wednesday night-  not my favorite end of the day activity.  Naomi and Maddie love going to the grocery and begged to go, and for whatever reason at 8 at night I said yes.  So off we go to the grocery.  Of course as we are walking in, Naomi wipes out on the pavement and skins her knee.  For the average child, no big deal, but NOT for the extrememely allergic to pain and blood, drama queen Naomi.  In her defense, she kept her control and only mildly wailed as we hurried through the grocery store.  At one point she moans from the grocery cart where she was riding (yes, she is entirely too big but I had her in the big part and was stacking groceries around her), "Mom, my leg elbow really hurts!!".  Obviously, we need to work on body parts a bit...   I've told her umpteen times that it's called a knee but she is sticking with the whole "leg elbow" thing...

Yesterday Jason decided to take Naomi on a date and when he asked her where she wanted to go to lunch, she said "Chili's!".  Chili's is a rare treat here since it's pretty expensive and the prices seem to keep going up, but he decided to take her since it would only be the two of them.  A few hours later they got home and he told her to tell me what happened.  She grins big and says, "I gotted lockted in the bafroom!".  The bathrooms there don't have stalls, they are little individual rooms with their own padlocking doors (no option of crawling under the stall here...).  Anyway, he let her go into the ladies room by herself to wash her hands while he waited.  (Just as a side note here, child safety issues where we live are COMPLETELY different than in the states.  Don't freak out that we let our kids go to the bathroom themselves.  Kidnappings and other crimes against kids are basically non-existant here.  We let waiters and waitresses cart our kids off around the restaurant all the time without thinking twice about it...  Anyway).  So he's waiting for her and here's her muffled yell of, "DAAAADDDY!!".  He checks to make sure the coast is clear and heads into the ladies room where he realizes that the lock on her door is broken and won't turn.  In comes the hostess and half the wait staff where they work for around 15 minutes to get her out.  She didn't act too scared but gave Jason a pretty tight, long hug when she finally got out.   AND, to top it off, the got back to the table and were told that their lunches would be on the house as well as ice cream for Naomi- THAT NEVER HAPPENS HERE!!  

Sorry if this is boring- it's been pretty non-eventful around here this week.  Earlier today, all three girls were getting out their bins of "Littlest Pet Shop" to play with.  They have A LOT,  as well as a set of wooden blocks that they use to set up a big house for them.  When I say alot, I'm talking 30-40 of these little 2 inch, funky looking "pets" as well as lots of accessories to go with them.  They have dogs, cats, iguanas, hamsters, frogs, birds, even a monkey I think.  So they had them all spread out and were choosing who got to "be" who.  Mind you, each pet has a very specific name and although they all pretty much look the same to me, they do NOT at all look the same to them nor do they have the same importance.  Well.  All of a sudden I hear Naomi wailing, "BUT ABBEY, I want to be 'Cheese', you always get to be 'Cheese', puuuhhhllleeeasse let me be 'Cheese"" and my big, 10 year old (normally pretty mature these days) responding just as loudly, "Naomi, 'Cheese' is mine, I bought him and I want to be him, you always try and take 'Cheese' and he's mine.".  Thankfully it was early in the day, there hadn't been too much bickering, and I actually got tickled by the whole ridiculous conversation.  I went in trying to keep a straight face (unfortunately Naomi could tell I was laughing which made her even more mad).  I say, "Seriously, Abbey?  You're fighting with her over a 2 inch plastic toy named 'Cheese'??  (lest there be any confusion, by the way, Cheese is not a hamster or a cute little mouse, Cheese is a dog- go figure).  Abbey (at this point very frustrated that Naomi is trying to take 'Cheese' and is also sitting in the midst of the "house" she had arranged) says, "Mom, she shouldn't get her way by yelling, and she always "be's cheese""!!  Thankfully, we all lost it at that point and I don't even know who got to be Cheese. 

Hopefully soon I'll have more excited things to share...