A Little Bit of MY Art - No Laughing!

Sponge Bob's dimensions might be a bit off, but other than that it's not too shabby.  This is what I do while at home all day. Well, stuff like this, and fb, and the blog - oh, and taking care of the kids (I guess taking care of the kids should have been first on the list :-).

My attempt at drawing an actual person.  I was never good with noses and lips, but I'll give myself a solid B on this one. :-)

Cute Kate!

An artist hard at work.

Kate, you make me smile!

Even her self portraits are cute, just like she is.

To Have a Childlike Faith

Back in November I wrote a blog entry about the Papal blessing Jeff and I received from Pope John Paul II on our honeymoon.  We have a picture of the two of us kneeling before the Pope in our hallway.  Tonight I was holding Kelly (age 2) when she got out of her bath and she looked over at the picture and said, "There Mama," as she pointed to me.  I pointed to Jeff and said, "Who's that?" And she said, "Daddy."  I then pointed to the Pope and said, "Who's that?" And Kelly replied, "The angel."  I just stared at her and asked again who it was and she said, "That the angel."  I asked Jeff if he had told her that and he said "no", and I've never told her that either.
I have a very strong faith in God and I believe that children can see things that adults either can't or won't allow themselves to see.   I believe that Kelly called John Paul II an angel, because she knows he is.

I'm Flattered. No Really, I am.

Brian loves to draw and he's really getting quite good.  I mean, he's in preschool - check out that sun!  He is also doing excellent spelling and his handwriting is very neat.  After I thanked him and hugged him for drawing a picture for me I asked, "Who is this?"  Brian looked at me like I was an idiot for asking and said, "It's you!"  How was I supposed to know?!  He made me brown and gave me no hair.  HOWEVER, I was most concerned about the massive lump of brown on the ground between my legs (wouldn't you be??).  I was afraid to ask (but I did), "What is that brown stuff under me?"  Brian replied, "It's a mud puddle.  You are playing soccer in the mud."  Phew!  I also made the mistake of asking where the bird's wings were (I got another "you idiot" look).  He pointed to the part of the bird that I just thought was a large lower abdominal/butt section.  I felt like I had to spend some time recovering from all the "absurd" questions I had asked so that Brian would know that the picture truly was excellent.  I told him, "Mommy doesn't see so well and that's why I was confused" (I do wear glasses).  He bought it and all was good.  The picture is proudly being displayed on our refrigerator. 

Quotes from the funny and often times confusing mouth of, Kelly.

Yesterday Kelly was playing with a puzzle.  When she was almost done she realized a piece was missing and she couldn't find it.  Jeff heard her say, "What the heck?" under her breath.  I'm 100% sure she got that from me.

Yesterday I was talking to the man at the gas station that was pumping our gas (I love full service).  As I was driving away Kelly said, "That a good man."

Jeff was telling Kelly a mildly scary story the other day and she came running up to me and said, "Help me Mommy!  I scary!"

At swimming this morning Kelly's swim instructor said, "Is that Dora on your shirt."  Kelly looked down at her shirt and said to him, "No.  That Dora."  He looked at me confused.  I had no help to offer seeing as I am usually just as confused as he was.  Why just the other day she started screaming at me to take a big comforter out of her crib.  As soon as I took it out she started screaming for me to put it back in.  She also screamed and cried to get out of time-out today, and then when I let her out she stood there screaming because she wanted to go back in!  Time out is actually in her crib - yes yes, many books say that's a no no, but guess what?  I. don't. care.  I needed some place to put her so she'd be trapped, and she has not figured out or even attempted to figure out how to climb out! 

A Trip to Nonni and B's

Brian spent the night at my parent's house over February vacation and he had quite a few funny things to say.  My mom picked him up and brought him to her house.  When my dad arrived home, a few hours later, Brian said to him (In Brian's oldish man monotone voice), "Oh B I'm SO excited to be here!  It's just nice to get out of the house for a few hours and get away from Kelly's screaming."  My parent's assured him there would be no screaming and Brian was pleased.
After dinner my mom was talking to Brian and asked him, "If you were going to get me a present, what would you get me?"  Brian responded, "New clothes."  My mom, a little taken back said, "Why?"  Brian responded with a response no woman ever wants to hear, "Because you're getting bigger."  My mom, slightly shocked, self conscious and saddened (because you should always believe everything a 5 year old says) said, "You think I'm getting bigger?!"  Brian responded, "Nonni, everyone gets bigger and out grows their clothes and then needs new ones."  My mom, breathing a sigh of relief said, "Oh, I'm not growing bigger anymore."  We're still not sure if Brian bought that or not.
At breakfast my mom made the standard breakfast for Brian every time he stays over, Eggo waffles.  Brian said to my mom, "Nonni, you make the BEST waffles.  My mom is a chef, but YOU make the best waffles."
You just gotta love that kid.  He's a good good boy (and he thinks I'm a chef!).

My version of the song "Superman" by Five for Fighting

 I'm more than a mom, I'm more than a cook, I'm more than some pretty face you give dirty looks(when you're older)  And it's not easy- to be - me. Wish that I could lie.  Fall upon my knees, find someway to cry, about a home that's never clean.  It may sound absurd, but don't be naive.  Even heroes (I'm Supermom) have the right to weed (gardening is therapeutic).  I'm very disturbed, but won't you agree, even heroes have the right to flee (I gotta get out of here).  It's not easy -to be- me.  Up up ahead, away from meeee.  It's alright, you can all sleep sound tonight (because the screaming kid is not at your house).  I'm not crazy.....or am I?  Lyrics by Me but my band name is: Five for Folding Laundry For.
(PS, I wrote this the other night when a certain little lady had woken up screaming 4 consecutive nights in a row, but now we've had two nights without incident - finger crossed and prayers answered it stays this way!)