Why I have this blog...

Ahhh!! Now I remember what this blog is for...the purpose of recording crazy things that my kids say...

well, here ya go.

It's Christmas break...so hard to believe the kids have ONLY been on break for 4 days! Seems like 3 months! Well, I clean up from breakfast, sit down to do some work on the good ol' computer and #2 child is sitting in a chair across the room playing on her DS. The TV was on but didn't pay attention to what we were actually "watching" until Sophie says, "So we can do what!?" I look up from my computer screen and realize it's the Sci-Fi channel and Morgan Freeman's soothing voice is talking up some craziness about freezing organs for the future. I rewind to see what he actually said and it goes something like, "cryogenically freezing organs so they can be revived in centuries to come"...
my reaction: Whaaa...??? and why would those words even strike her curiosity? I mean, I didn't look up from my computer when he said that...why would my 6 year old be bothered to stop playing her Tinkerbell game on her DS?

So, I carefully hit the pause button on the remote controller and say, "What? What questions do you have?" hoping she'd ask, "what does freezing mean?" Because that, that I could handle.

Nope...her eyes light up and she asks, "Does that mean we can be frozen and they can bring things alive that are dead!?" I actually think the curls on her head sprung up even tighter.

My eyes probably lit up brighter than hers but in my head I was panicking and screaming, "Holy crap. Where is your dad? Who the heck put the Sci Fi channel on anyway!? What do I say??"

I played it cool, though...I said, "yes, I think so" and called the hubby at work.

He responds with a typical Fiona response, "Cool, right?" Yup, that's what #5 says when she does a tumble, or climbs up the back of a chair or does some wicked dance move and realizes someone is watching her.

The #2 child is happily back to being engrossed by the disney fairy game and I feel it's safe to hang up with the hubby at work. ONLY to be catch her pausing every so often to continue watching this "Wormhole" show...it's actually titled "Through the wormhole with Morgan Freeman. bah. WHY are we still watching this?

Well, soon enough she says, "Mommy! I don't want a horse! I want to live when I die!"
O. to the M. to the G.
Just to give you a frame of reference, #2 is the child who has been saying she wants to be an animal doctor since she was 3 years old. She LOVES animals, goes to the neighbors house to play with the pets instead of the kids, watches Animal Planet to see them rescue all the abused dogs and animals, and has been asking for a horse since just before her 4th birthday (I blame it on our neighbors/my babysitter who own a horse. We finally brought the kids to the barn to meet said horse and it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.) She told the hairdresser one week before Christmas that she asked Santa for a horse, she wrote a letter to Santa asking for a horse and she even passed me her birthday list with 7 things on it, #2 being "a horse" and #5 being "another horse".

Sooooo....SHE REALLY WANTS A HORSE!

OY!

Well, in response to her outburst, I looked at her like "what does that mean"...actually, I think I said that out loud...and throw the word "hell" in there somewhere.

I said, "oh, instead of a horse, you want to be able to live forever?"

sophie, flashes her big dimples and smiles, "yes"...and goes back to playing on her DS.

Well, thanks to the Sci-Fi channel, she has given up her life-long dream, which truly, it is...I mean...she's only 6 so technically half of her young life, of loving animals and would rather just be revived with cryogenically frozen organs so she can LIVE FOREVER!

(cut away to whatever type of whacky commercial they play on the Sci-Fi channel...do they even play commercials??! It seems like we've been watching this forever!)

Really....It's 2011??

So it's been a while...I seem to say that a lot. We survived the holidays...9 garbage bags brought home from my parent's house and my 2 year old figured out that Lolo (my dad) is Santa. Every year my dad sneaks out and gets dressed up in his suit in the garage and then goes around to ring the doorbell. Yes...Santa, in our family, arrives at the front door waiting to be let in...not some jolly crazy man that just falls through the chimney. And he doesn't wait for the kids to be asleep in bed...he shows up just right smack dab in the middle of the family party on Christmas Eve...there's no waiting until the actual day for my kids. (When they grow up and share their memories with their friends...it will be interesting, to say the least!)
My 2 year old figured it out...because small children are smart like that...and my two older kids may know, but they were just caught up in the excitement and craziness that they chose to believe that Santa really made a special delivery (or at least I think that's how everything played out).
Now we're into 2011...WHAT!??
Sophie celebrated her 6th birthday during the big 2011 Blizzard. It kills Niko that they're the same age for 17 days. He needs to remind everyone that he's "GOING TO BE TURNING 7!! ANY DAY!!" and he'll count until the 19th and tell everyone he's still older. Yup...in true, "I'm the oldest AND only the only boy" fashion...it's quite funny.
Oh and we got a puppy....again...WHAT!???
I know...I'm addicted to chaos. Truly...what else can the reason be to adopt a 6 month old puppy when my 1 year old is toddling around digging in the garbage and trying to tear her diaper off?! I want you all to be honest with me when I'm 50 and sitting in the looney bin and I ask, "How did I get here?". She really is a great dog, and I bet I'm handling things with a much more laid back attitude AFTER kids as opposed to BEFORE and DURING kids. (Matt may not agree so much...after all, I have harassed him at work with "What the hell were you thinking!!??" at least a time or two. BUT I would've harassed him much more if I was walking around 8 months pregnant with 4 kids). Molly is closer to 8 months, as the vet informed us at her visit...she's not a bit of lab and probably part terrier and something else. The kids love her and she likes to chew on things that don't belong to her...but has a high tolerance and easy going with my babies.
I hope you all have had such a nice transition into 2011 as we have! Yikes!
Here's a pic of Molly and the kids playing in the 20+ inches of snow we got during the blizzard!...