Quiz Answers

#1:
Knob off the entryway dresser




#2:
Oranges, yes....in this fancyschmancy bottle thingy




#3:
The outside broom




#4:
The wagon



#5:
No, it's not a butt, it's not fingers, it's not the nesting place of..whatever the heck you said daniel. It's simply toe-crack on Owen's foot.





#6:
This funky, twisty, swanky green vase -- it's in the boys bathroom if you've ever been to our house.




Since there was a 3 way tie between Sarrah, Mom N. and Erica, the clear winner will be Daniel, for pure creativity and for making me laugh out loud at the computer. Thanks for playing and stay tuned for another round of Guess That Obscure Object.

What Is It?

Playing around with my macro lens a little bit today (yes, I found it) so I thought we could play a little game. Guess what the following things are....I'll give the answers tomorrow. These will probably be pretty easy - just stuff from around the house, but I need a little time to get my creative juices flowing so these are probably pretty predictable. If you figure them out too easy I'll have to try again for some harder ones later.
Anyway....guess away! Winner gets a cookie.

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#6:

Poison Control, How Can I Help You??

Since the year 2002 when Owen was born, I have had the distinct privilege of calling Poison Control approximately 7 times. Considering the knack my children have for always getting into trouble, I've become quite familiar with the routine of calmly calling Poison Control, or the Emergency Room, whose phone numbers are safely stored in my cell phone. No, I'm not joking.

Let's see if I can remember some of our Poison Control calls.

Spring 2003 - 6 month Owen is crawling around grandma and grandpa's house. He had just had a poopy blowout diaper, of which some contents had made their way onto grandma's white carpet. She obligingly cleaned it up with Rug Doctor carpet cleaner with the cheeriness that only a grandma can exude while cleaning up baby poop from the floor. Alas, she left the carpet cleaner on the floor, and when I came into the room minutes later I see Owen happily sucking on the nozzle. When I smelled his breath it was tellingly aromatic of Rug Doctor so being the dutiful first time mother, I too sucked on the nozzle, just to see how hard you would have to suck on it to actually ingest some of the cleaner. The answer? Not very hard. And it tasted terrible.
"Poison Control, how can I help you?"
Apparently, ingesting Rug Doctor is not that big of a deal. Who knew??

Let's see.....I know I've called PC a few more times for Owen, but I'm drawing a blank on any of them. If any other family remembers, tell me. I should write this stuff down somewhere.

There was 2005, when I'm helping my sister in law paint my new niece's bedroom a lovely shade of light pink. We decide to take a break for lunch, and carefully shut the door to the bedroom with all the paint supplies inside. While we're eating lunch, my 4 year old nephew opens the door to the bedroom, allowing 1 year old AJ to toddle his way in there. SIL Amanda and I jump up with a start when we realize the house is quiet and one of my children is MIA. Run upstairs to find AJ happily covered in pink paint --all over his hands, dripping out of his mouth.
"Poison Control, how may I help you?"
I guess, since it was pink paint - I guess dyes had something to do with it's toxicity, we were just fine. "He might have pink poop, but other than that he'll be fine" she told me. Go figure.

Then there was just this past fall, when I took the boys to the homecoming football game at Steve's school. Lots of fun, with strobe lights and black lights and dancey cheerleader people, blah, blah, blah. Well, I'm trying to wrangle Owen to at least stay within 10 yards of my eyesight, while AJ sits beside me happily waving around a glow stick. I look down and see that he has green glow juice all over his mouth and tongue - the inside of his mouth is literally glowing green, and he's saying "yucky, yucky". It WAS yucky. It smelled terrible, so with a sigh I scooped him up then went out to the car to grab my cell phone and call PC.
"Poison Control, how can I help you?"
Looks like glow stick juice is ok to ingest too. Just give him plenty of water to wash it all out. Good to know.

There are others, but let's skip on to yesterday, shall we??

After planning to make a trip to the gym, and then deciding not to, I figure that it's 11 am and time for me to shower and get myself dressed. I make the boys a snack, give them their gummi vitamins, set up a movie to entertain them and head for the shower. While I'm in there, Owen climbs onto the counter, retrieves the giant humungo bottle of gummi vitamins that I bought at Sam's Club, removes the "child-proof" (ha!) lid, and shares his find with his brother. The bottle was almost full (it has 220 when it's brand new).... it had 22 left when I came out of the shower. "Owen! Where are all the gummis?!"
(Opening in his mouth and pointing) "in my tummy"
Now, I must confess that this is one occasion when I did feel a fair amount of panic as I dialed PC. Overdoses of vitamins are a big deal with kids...something about too much iron, organs shutting down, death...I had worst case scenarios running through my mind, but I took a deep breath as I once again, found my cell phone, looked up the number, and dialed.
"Poison Control, how may I help you?"
I explained, and we tried to calculate how many were actually left in the jar. 220 when new, they've had 2 each every day for the last month and a half, they were each eating one, they probably got about xx each, how old are they, how much do they weigh, what ingredients are in the vitamins, blah, blah, blah.
Well, thank God - Gummi Vites do not have any iron in them, and a low enough concentration of Vit A and other stuff that they'll be ok. Expect nausea or diarrhea from the ingredients that make it taste fruity and give it color. And yes, we DID experience that yesterday.

And oh yeah, they can't have any vitamins for the next 3 months. No joke.

Last Night's Viewings

So, the church that I attend made this movie last year called Facing the Giants, which ended up being a pretty big deal I guess, as far as "Christian" movies go. I was out of town when the church members got to see the first screening, and out of town again when it opened in theaters. Having two kids, my nights out are few and far between, so Facing the Giants wasn't exactly top of my priority list for it's run through local theaters.
Apparently, I was the only person in the entire church of about 2000 people on Sunday who hasn't seen the movie. I almost felt a little guilty, but not really.
Anyway, it came out on DVD yesterday, so I rented it and finally got around to watching it last night.

You can watch it yourself to see what you think. Here's some good reviews on it, and just for the sake of being unbiased, here's what some people had to say who didn't like it.
It was fun to see people from our church, and kids from the school in the movie. Even Casey was in it. a little. Hey, can I have your autograph "student walking in hallway" and "fan cheering in crowd"?? :)

So....I watched Facing the Giants while Steve played with the kids and put them to bed after dinner. Then we watched a documentary called Jesus Camp. It was everything I thought it would be, but at times still shocking. If you're a believer, watch it - tell me what you think. If you're NOT a believer, then watch it, and understand that not all Christians are freaky-deaky indoctrinators who train up their children to be conservative pro-war, pro-violence, pro-Bush, pro-radicalism that are trying to take over the country and the White House. Ahem. And that's all I have to say about that, as this is a public blog and I don't like to delve too much into political/religious/social science topics. Don't want to get myself in trouble. Mixed reviews on the movie can be found here.
Maybe I should start a secret blog somewhere else with my opinions on that matter. :) If you want the secret address, please submit your name and application and upon approval, I will send you the blog address. Just kidding. I'm really not going to do that, so don't ask. :)



So that was our night in movies last night. Watch 'em - tell me what you think.
Next on my list, is Who Killed The Electric Car?, a documentary about...well, what the title says. I'm in a bit of documentary craze lately - mostly with political undertones. Does that make me weird? Wait...don't answer that.

Putting My Foot Down

Could someone please tell Steve that he is no longer allowed to have an opinion regarding the naming of our child, should it be a boy.

Our girl name is picked, ready, set to go. The boy name.....we can't agree on. I've suggested a few that *I* like, which he promptly shoots down. However, he has no suggestions of his own.

Doesn't it make sense that I should have the final say?? He gets a fun night in the sac, while I get 9 months of nausea, backaches, random fits of crying, headaches, general fatness, and a host of other bodily irritations that you don't even want to know about. Not to mention the end marathon, resulting in a 7-8 lb human being making its entrance into this world via my nether-regions.

Yeah, I think I've earned naming rights.

Now, who volunteers to share this information with Steve-o?

Where the Heck

Is my Macro lens??

I can't find it anywhere. How does one lose a 6.5 inch lens?? Arrrrghhhh!

*Sob*

Ok, I'm a little tired of looking at the skid mark safe post, so I've been trying to think about what I could blog about for the last two days, but of course, seeing how I have a grotesque and slightly disturbing picture of dirty underwear on my blog, I can't think of ANYTHING, so there it sits...for 3 days.
What to talk about??

Well, let's talk about my freaking pregnancy hormones and the apparent record-breaking levels of estrogen that are currently coursing through my veins.

I cry. A lot lately. And over really dumb stuff.

First off, let me just tell you that I most often cry
a) when someone else is crying. It doesn't matter who you are, if it's heartfelt, and someone else is hurting and crying, it could bloody well be Hitler, and I'd be crying along with him.
b) when I'm really really angry. Which really really sucks, because nothing says "I'm-so-pissed-at-you-and-I'm-going-to-verbally-tear-your-head-off" like bursting into tears. REALLY takes the wind out of my sails, if you know what I mean. And makes me look like a blubbering idiot.

Well, lately, the crying is over anything, at the drop of a hat. Luckily, only poor Steve-o has been subjected to this so far - I'm pretty good at abstaining from random fits of tears in front of friends, so this is a good thing. Let me just tell you what has made me cry in the last 3 days:

1. 2 episodes of Grey's Anatomy reruns.

2. Not going to the gym one day and feeling like a huge pregnant cow.

3. Tucking the boys in bed.

4. The boys being naughty.

5. Driving around with Steve and the boys yesterday, bursting into tears. Why?? Because I was tired. That was it. Just wanted a nap.

6. And the best one yet? Today. The scene in Polar Express when Santa is flying through the air and is saying, "...now dash away, dash away, dash away all!" and he shoots off into the sky and the pretty music comes on.....the tears are roll'n.
I know. Go ahead and laugh.
But that scene is MOVING, doggone it! I don't care what you say.
And if you don't think so, you obviously hate Christmas.
And thus, Jesus.
So don't laugh too loud.