My Dark Knight

You know all the princesses.

Sleeping Beauty

Cinderella

Jasmine

Dark Knight

Tinkerbell

Hey. how did he get in there?

That is my Cole.

No, not a princess.

He is Dark Knight.

There could not be a more excited boy than he was this morning.

Getting ready for preschool was a pleasure.

I may have to let him wear his costume every day.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Monday Mumblings

I know you are jumping up and down with excitement that you do not have to endure one more post about the State Fair.

Sorry, I think I posted every day about my six hour experience.

Can you tell how boring my life is?

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What is up with google, Gmail, and reader?

All the fonts are much bigger.

Is it just mine?

Maybe they heard my vision wasn't quite what it used to be.

And that I am in denial about needing an eye exam.


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We went to Nana's last night for dinner.

Yup, you guessed it.

Fried chicken, homemade buttermilk biscuits, and an 8 layer chocolate cake.

My jeans almost didn't get buttoned this morning.

I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am that Nana did not provide any "Nanaisms".

Thus no good blog fodder.

I am sure you are just as disappointed in Nana as I am.

If you are not familiar with Nana you can read about her here and here.


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This morning as I hurried about the kitchen preparing snacks, lunches, and a roast for dinner, Cole walked in.

He looked straight up at me and said, "It must be hard to be you, you have so much things to do."

"Yes Cole it is hard to be me and you may be the only person that has recognized that lately. Thank you."

"You welcome Mommy!"

He is now my favorite.

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Chase and Claire have a teacher workday tomorrow.

It is supposed to be cold and wet.

Would you think less of me if I said I was not looking forward to the day out?

Round and Round

Strange Sights at the Fair

Our first stop at the fair was the Village of Yesteryear.

The stuff my kids had never seen or heard of.

Making apple cider.

Weaving yarn on a loom.

Welding at the Blacksmith shop.

Talking on a cellphone.

What?

Sight #1

Wait, how did that get in there?

Funniest moment of the day for me.

We were supposed to be transported back in time.

To a simpler life.

Where one made and grew their own things.

And this guy sporting his authentic "olden days" beard kinda ruined the moment for me with the cell phone.

Sight #2:

Claire, Cole and I boarded a roll-a-coaster.

The guy trying to strap us in for safety kept mumbling something to me.

I just kept looking away, trying to ignore him.

Upon closer inspection of my photos I realized why I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Half of his teeth were missing.

Or more.

What is it with fair workers and their lack of teeth?

Do they not offer a dental plan?

Do they live on cotton candy and soda?

Or do they know they always have this option open to them?

Sight #3:

Sight #4:

People watching was my favorite part of the day.

So many people to watch.

I snapped a photo of this cute couple on my way out of the fair.

I love how they had matching outfits.

Must have made it easier to find each other if they got separated.

I am going to have to remember this idea for my own family next year.

Think they will go for it?

Yeah....I didn't think so.

What went DOWN at the fair

Deep Fried Goodness

I love the State Fair.

I love the sights.

I love the sounds.

I love the rides.

I love the smells.

Except for the ones at the petting farm or the livestock arena.

Those I could do without.

But mostly, I love the food at the fair.

The Italian sausage sandwiches piled high with peppers and onions.

Caramel apples.

Frozen bananas on a stick.

Popcorn.

But.....

When did all my favorites go fried?

Seriously, deep fried cheeseburgers?

I. can. not. imagine.

I think a heart attack is imminent.

Fried PB&J Sandwiches?

Fried Mac and Cheese?

And all my favorite candy in a deep greased state?

Who thought of this and were they in fact "fried" when the concept came to them?

Judging by the lines in front of the "fried" booths I would say everyone is doing it.

Everyone, but me.

Don't get me wrong... I ate.

I ate plenty.

I just steered away from the doubleyourcholesteroltoday stuff.

It just seemed wrong on so many levels.

My family disagreed.

Monday Mumblings

Last week just before the Presidential debate I announced I was going to my room to watch the debate.

Cole looked puzzled and asked, "Mommy, are you going fishing?"

I turned around, giggled and said, " Of course not silly. You know Mommy doesn't fish."

To which he replied, " But you said you were going to your room to work on your baits!"

Laughter ensued.

There is certainly NO question who his father is.

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I guess sometimes you really do get what you ask for.

I asked for the weather to remember it was fall.

It listened.

We went from mid eighties to the sixties.

I guess when I asked, I should have mentioned I needed a little warning.

Last night it dipped into the thirties.

BRRRRRR!!!

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I plan to go on my crawl slight jog run later today.

I am going to use all of you wonderful advice.

And most importantly, I plan to breathe!


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Tomorrow we are headed to the State Fair.

Let the artery clogging, deep fried eating begin.

I can hardly wait!

Hmmmm.

Maybe I should run twice today?

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I have been reading the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer.

Is it possible to have yet another addiction?

The answer is YES!

I am currently half way through the third book, Eclipse.

Pardon my absence today as I go finish it.

My dear Edward awaits.

RUN FOREST RUN!

The fabulous Elaine of The Miss Elaine~ous Life wrote a post about running.

She spoke of her love of it.

She shared how much better she felt.

I was intrigued.

I wanted to know more.

I needed to know more.

So an email and twitter relationship was born.

Elaine sent me all the information I would need to begin running.

I started on Monday.

I think at best you could call what I am doing a slow jog coupled with a lot of walking.

But hey I am moving.

Which is important.

My first night I was walking in my neighborhood.

I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was time to begin my heavy breathing slight jog running.

So I did.

As I turned the corner I saw a dog walker.

He was walking at a normal pace.

I was running at an unusually slow pace.

I could hear myself panting breathing.

I did not want Mr. Dog Walker to know of my outofshapeness.

So, I did the only thing I could think of.

I held my breath as I ran past him.

Not. a. good. idea.

When I got a safe distance from him...I nearly collapsed.

Not from running, but from depriving myself of oxygen!

What self absorbed lunatic holds her breath while running for fear someone will hear her heavy breathing.

Me!

Let me just say that I will not try that again.

I could hear the sound of my heart racing.

I was certain the medics would be called in and the "paddles" would be necessary to recharge me.

I was envisioning our conversation.

It went something like this:



EMT: What were you doing before you collapsed?

Me: Running

EMT: You were running? You don't look like a runner.

Me: I am not. I was trying it out.

EMT: Were you running too fast?

Me: Nope. A slow jog.

EMT: How could you almost have a heart attack when you were barely moving?

Me: I was holding my breath.

EMT: You were what? Why?

Me: I didn't want Mr. Dogwalker to hear my gasps of pain and my panting as I crawled past him.

EMT: Didn't your mother ever tell not to worry about what others think?

Me: Um, yea...once or twice. I should have listened.



Thank goodness that little scene was all in my head.

I survived my first night of running and have since done it twice more.

The first night I thought I would never stop perspiring.

Who am I kidding?

It was full on sweat.

Last night I really think I was more in control of my breathing and I perspired less.

I was feeling pretty good about myself until I woke up this morning.

And I had to relearn how to walk.

Boy was I sore.

If there is one thing I am not... it is a quitter.

I am planning my next run this afternoon.

Care to join me?

I would love the company...just don't mind my heavy breathing.

Lost and Gotta Go!

I mentioned in my Monday Mumblings that I took a mini road trip over the weekend.

I took Claire and Cole with me.

May I just say that I can not imagine how I ever traveled without a DVD player in my car.

This road trip was horrid and I had one.

The trip to my parents house on Saturday was not too bad.

One pee pee stop.

We had a wonderful visit with the grandparents.

The trip to Greensboro on Sunday can be summed up in one word: LOST!

Trying to get from my parents house to I40....lost.

Trying to get from I40 to High Point...lost.

Trying to find the church in High Point...lost.

The Law of Wendi clearly states that if one wrong turn is made on a trip...50 more are sure to follow.

And they did.

If you happened to be in High Point on Sunday morning and saw a crazy woman banging her fists on the steering wheel while yelling profanities...that would be me.

Well, the profanities were mostly in my head.

My kids were the ones hanging there heads out the back window screaming,

" I am going to throw up Mom! I really am. I feel sooooooo sick. Pull over pulezzz!"

So I did.

We made a pit stop at McDonald's and everyone got a drink to settle their stomach.

No. Cole was not going to wear his Superman shirt to church. I planned to change him.

I got one to calm my nerves.



I am not sure it helped any of us.



I was upset that I had driven all that way to see Caroline blessed and missed the entire thing.



I did the only thing that I could do and headed back to Greensboro where I knew the big dinner would be later.



I missed the blessing, but I am not one to miss meals.



We had a wonderful visit with family and friends and I got to hold little Caroline.






I am hopeful that everyone has forgiven me and my absence at the church.


The 3.5 hour ride home could only be described in two words: Pee Pee.


Seriously.


Every 30 minutes Cole was kicking the back of my seat and screaming at the top of his lungs because he could not hold it any longer.


And he couldn't.


The first few stops were at familiar restaurants and gas stations.


Clean ones.


Before the trip was over I was pulling off exits and opening the back door.


I think my exact words were, " Stand on the running board, aim for the grass, and don't get any on my door."


At last count we stopped on the side of the road five times.


I knew Cole had a few snacks in the back, but I made sure there were no drinks.


I was the only one with a water bottle.


When we finally made it home and I opened the back door, a Gatorade bottle fell out.


It was empty.


Apparently Cole had been drinking it the entire trip.


I handed the kids off to Chad and went straight to bed.


On my list of things to do this week: Install a port-a- potty and a GPS in my Yukon XL.

Monday Mumblings

I haven't posted since Thursday.

I haven't touched a computer since Thursday either.

Which obviously means I have not visited your blogs.

I was seriously having withdrawals.

My addiction has been in overdrive.

I guess I took a little break.

Unintentional....but nice.


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I had a big date with Chad on Friday night.

Well, maybe not BIG, but dinner and a movie.

We haven't been out in forever.

I lined up a sitter.

Chase freaked out.

It seems all my sitters are now way too close to his age.

Since Claire was at a sleep-over we agreed to let him sit for Cole.

He watches him all the time for an hour during the day.

But never at night.

I was a wreck.

He did a great job.

They were both asleep when we got back.

Cole said his brother was a great babysitter!

I now have a live in sitter...yay me!


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Chad and I saw "Nights in Rodanthe".

One word: Fabulous!

Two more words: Bring tissues!

Such a chick flick, but I enjoyed watching it with Chad.

He knows what a huge Nicholas Sparks fan I am and took me to see it.

Thanks for the sacrifice Chad!

I highly recommend it.

Go take a friend to the movie or get the book.

Both are wonderful!


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I finally got my fall wreaths , pumpkins and mums put out Saturday.

If the weather would just remember it was fall...

It is especially hard to think about Halloween when it is still in the mid eighties.


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I took Claire and Cole on a mini road trip this weekend.

We left Saturday afternoon and spent some time with my parents Saturday night.

Sunday morning we headed to Greensboro to meet the newest member of our family.

It was great to hold Miss Caroline.

What a cutie!

So glad my tubes are tied because I think I would be in baby mode right now.

The 3.5 hour trek provided much entertainment and blog fodder.

I will save that for a later post.

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Happy Monday!

I will be by to visit later!

My reader is bursting at the seams with 354 posts....be patient!

MEMORIES

We are having a huge Alzheimer's Walk this weekend in our community.

I think I will be walking for my future.

Seriously.

I can not remember anything.

What was my favorite thing to do as a child?

No clue.

What did I do yesterday?

Escapes me.

What did I eat for dinner?

um....

What was I just doing?

Blank.

Do you ever feel this way?

I seriously think I need memory meds.

Do they make those?

I can be walking to the back of the house to get something and forget what I went to get.

I can leave a message for my husband to call me.

When he calls me back five minutes later....I have no idea why I called.

I have blamed it on pregnancy.

Can't do that any more.

I have blamed it on old age.

I am 38.

Not THAT old.

I carry a list with me where ever I go.

Just to be sure I don't forget something.

I am sure there was a point to this post...but I can't remember what it was!

I AM MY MOTHERS DAUGHTER!!!

When I was a little girl my mother would read to me.

I loved our story time together.

She was animated and fun.

She was also a tired mother of four small children.

More often than not she would fall asleep mid sentence toward the end of the book.

We would all have a good chuckle and nudge her to finish.

She would laugh at herself and continue through slurred speech and droopy eyes.

I never knew why she was so tired until I became a Mommy.

I could chase after the kids, clean the house, and run errands.

But when it came to reading books I, like my dear mother, would feel my eyelids grow heavy.

Many times my children have nudged me to wake up and continue the book.

They may have also nudged me to wake up during a movie a time or two.

I think it has something to do with STOPPING.

I am fine until I stop.

Once I stop and get still...I am toast.

This tired mommy of three crashes and burns.

Last night I was excited to watch the Presidential debate.

Well, maybe not excited like going to Disney World, but I was genuinely interested to see what the candidates had to say. (or not)

I crawled onto my nice warm bed.

I turned the television on to MSNBC.

I placed my laptop on my lap.

I was in debate mode.

I wanted to watch the body language, the posture, and how they handled those stools.

I was on twitter and ready to tweet my every thought.

I don't remember the last thing I saw.

I can't even remember the last tweet I read.

I woke up at 3am because my thighs were on fire.

I woke up to put out the flames and realized that I had been asleep.

My laptop was on my thighs.

It was very hot.

My fingers were still on the keyboard.

Chris Matthews was on the television giving his opinion on the debate.

It was over?

I think I missed over half of the debate.

I had stopped.

My body got still.

I was comfortable.

I fell asleep.

I am so my mothers daughter!

The part where my husband loses his mind!

My husband went fishing last Thursday with a friend.

They were fishing for.... um, well......fish.

They were moving along the river slowly using a trolling motor.

I guess they were trolling along.

I crack myself up.

Without warning the large motor on the back of the boat hit a stump.

My husband was standing on the front of the boat.

On the edge.

Guess who fell right off?

Yup, my hubby.

Guess what fell with him?

Yup, his brand new blackberry crackberry, his glasses, and his wallet.

Sadly his crackberry drowned, his glasses were never recovered, and his leather wallet smelled of fish.

Everything in his wallet was soaked.

We did some money laundering later that night.

What was that?

Oh, how is Chad?

He is fine... thanks for asking.

Just a bruised ego and sore from the fall and pulling himself back onto the boat.

What I would give for video footage of that.

Thank goodness he was with a friend that could see to drive home.

Fast forward to today.

Right now to be exact.

One guess where my husband is?

On a boat fishing for...um, well....fish!

With a new crackberry, different glasses and his smelly wallet.

This time he is alone.

Is it just me or is he crazy?

When will he learn?

I am thinking my addictions are nothing compared to his.

I have never lost anything or been injured from blogging.

Discuss.

CONFESSIONS

I am back!

I never told you I was leaving did I?

I had such a crazy week last week that I might have forgotten to mention that I was going away.

To the beach.

Sans kids.

With eight girlfriends.

To scrapbook.

And eat.

And laugh.

Did I mention eat, laugh, or scrapbook?

I almost cancelled at the last minute.

I was exhausted and not feeling up to it.

My husband convinced me I should go.

Thanks honey.

It was exactly what I needed.

I read 100 pages in my new book.

I completed 15 scrapbook pages. ( Long story. I left most of my photos home...ugh!)

I slept past 9:30 two mornings.

I took a shower and didn't get out until I wanted to.

I even shaved my legs and conditioned my hair. Twice.

It is the little things friends.

I only helped cook one meal.

I cleaned up the kitchen once.

I watched one of my favorite movies, "The Notebook". ( Two words: Ryan Gosling)

I didn't do laundry.

I didn't run kids to practices.

I didn't have to break up any arguments.

It was perfect.

Perfect weather, friends, and food.

A perfect weekend.

Answers Revealed!

Thanks for playing along with my little True/ False Quiz.

Here are the correct answers:

1. True
2. False-No cussing out of anyone ensued. I am sorry to disappoint you.
3. True
4. True-No wait. Whatever showed up in the lab results obviously concerned them.
5. False- I thought it may happen, but alas nothing "blog worthy" transpired.
6. False- I would never laugh at anyone that got thrown up upon. *wink*
7. True
8. True
9. True
10. True
11. True
12. True
13.False- He did as well as could be expected from a 4 year old, but he most definitely did NOT love it.
14. True
15.True
16. True
17.True
18. True
19. True
20. True
21. True- Can you believe this? All these tests for nothing!
22. False- I hope you know I would never beat a doctor mercilessly with an examining glove. Though I did think about it once, or five times.
23.True
24. False- His choice: Hardly a salad. He wanted a Baconator Combo from Wendy's. That sucker is HUGE! He ate 3/4 of it. I have no idea where he put it.
25. True- She did call. I love it when I am right.

* Thanks for asking about Cole. He is doing fine now. Apparently there was a mix up in the lab or the specimen was contaminated. I hate my poor little fella had to endure all these tests, but I am so grateful he does not have a rare and dangerous UTI.

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME?

TRUE OR FALSE?

The following may or may not have happened to me yesterday.

You be the judge.

1. I took Cole to the pediatrician on Tuesday due to the scary phone call from the hospital.
2. I cussed out the pediatrician, the office manager and the nurse for not returning my phone calls.
3. The pediatrician referred us to a urologist.
4. The urologist worked us in right then. No waiting.
5. Cole was so nervous he threw up all over the doctor.
6. I laughed.
7. The urologist found nothing wrong with Cole, but sent us to get a full blood work up and a renal ultrasound.
8. We had to wait over 1 hour in Lab corp before they called us back.
9. The nurse looked like she was 16.
10. Her assistant looked 92.
11. She kept referring to Cole's blood as "Cole juice".
12. I did not enjoy that reference.
13.Cole loved having his blood drawn and laughed through the whole process.
14. I cried once.
15. When they had drawn blood from both of his sweet little arms, Cole exclaimed..."That wasn't so bad, that didn't hurt at all!"
16. He then thanked the girl for taking his blood.
17. Cole has never been more quiet and still as he was having his renal ultrasound.
18. He was so excited to see his kidneys and full bladder.
19. While waiting for the results of all his tests, Cole and I blew up examining gloves and threw them all over the room.
20. The urologist walked in to see us having way too much fun!
21. The urologist found nothing in any test that would indicate a UTI.
22. I beat the doctor mercilessly with an examining glove and stormed out without paying my bill.
23.I treated Cole to the lunch of his choice.
24. His choice: A salad with lite dressing, an apple, and water.
25. The nursie from the peds office called this morning apologizing profusely.

I will anxiously await your guesses and I will give the answers tomorrow.