Thursday, September 20, 2012

Snoring vs. The Jiggly Leg



I sort of wondered if Shane's Jiggly Leg would go away when he got his new knee.

The answer is no, it didn't. :(

At 3:38 am it was in full swing again.

Jiggle-jiggle-jiggle.

Aghhhhhhh!

It gives me anxiety because I can't stop counting between jiggles.

It will shake the whole bed and then I start counting, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5…." and I just wonder if it will be right on the same jiggly schedule every time.

It generally is.

At 3:40 I lovingly reached over to him, put my leg on his jiggly leg and put my hand on his chest to get his attention.  Then I whispered, "I love you, but I'm going to have to cut off your leg."

He said sorry and rolled over.

Then I sat there wondering if I would prefer snoring over the jiggly leg.

Which would be better?

I finally settled on the jiggly leg because it's quieter and it's attached to a really cute guy.

…And then I went back to sleep.

(*You'll be pleased to note that Shane's leg is still intact as well.)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Champion



You probably think I'm writing about a person.

I'm not.

I'm writing about our toilet.

It's called The Champion.

About a year ago we replaced the toilets in our house because the ones that were here when we moved in were gross.  Shane said, "If we're going to get new toilets let's get really good ones."

So we went to Home Depot and said, "Give us your best toilet."

That is where we got The Champion (it is literally called that on the box).

It touted being able to flush an entire bucket of golf balls at once!

I'm not sure if it can really do that, I've never tried, but it can get my 9-year old nieces doo-doo down without clogging, which is more than I can say for our other toilets.

But all of this is neither here nor there, my point in talking about The Champion is its height.

It is a "chair height" toilet.

This means a couple of things.

One, my feet can't be flat on the ground when I sit on it.

I hate that.

I feel like a five year old with my tippy-toes touching the ground.

But number two, this is what I hate most of all, I have gotten used to this "chair height" so when I go to sit on any other toilet there is a millisecond of panic that shoots through me thinking that somehow the toilet I was about to sit on disappeared because my backside should have hit it by now.

Then I am rudely jarred out of this panic because I hit the toilet harder than a person normally should.

It's not pleasant.

And I'm thinking that The Champion isn't such a champion after all.

Too much information?

Oh well.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Taking Over the World… :)


What's up Zaharis?


That would be ONE...

TWO...

THREE! 

That's right….All three of my awesome kids got selected to student council as their class representatives.

It all went down exactly as I would expect.

Olivia wrote reminders to herself about writing a speech.  
She thought about it and wrote out what she felt was important.  
She wanted to let her class know she would represent them well.
She delivered her speech with confidence.
She won by a landslide.

Owen decided the night before that he'd like to run.
Olivia wrote his speech for him.
Olivia made him practice his speech several times.
Olivia chided him the morning of his speech for wearing sports shorts instead of looking nicer.
Owen reluctantly changed his clothes to appease his sister.
He won--I'm guessing by a landslide.

Morgan didn't write a speech.
Morgan simply raised her hand and said she'd be interested in doing it.
Every other girl in the class raised their hand and said, "I vote for Morgan."
She won--by a landslide of girl votes.

All three of them did this on their own.

"Why do you think people voted for you?"  I asked each of them.
Olivia: "Because I get good grades."
Owen: "Because I have good actions."
Morgan: "Because I'm really nice and everyone loves to play with me."

Morgan is never shy about her awesomeness. :)

Congrats to my babies!

Represent.