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Leaving On a Jet Plane

Leaving On a Jet Plane to DISNEYWORLD!!!  After a full year, Hunter’s Make a Wish is finally here!  What a process this has been!  After our trip, I will detail the process, from start to finish.  Tonight…I just sit and think.  I think about all the things that are undone.  There is still a small load of dirty clothes.  Also, Hunter got wet but did not get a scrub bath.  Oh, then there is the “is it liquid or not” conundrum.  I am sitting looking at my kids’ boxes (for their keepsakes) and all I notice is that 2 lids aren’t on perfectly.

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Packing

Big Daddy is working on his bag at 10:39 pm.  I’m thinking about the dishes in the sink, getting video/pictures, and do I wear jeans or leggings on the plane?  Oh, one of the kids puked…is it nerves or a bug?  Will he be sick on the plane, get everyone sick…what if it rains the whole time we are there?  Seriously, my mind is swirling.

Over the course of the week, I got myself and 5 kids packed.  Luckily, my big girls can pack for themselves LOL.  In a stroke of genius and Marie Kondo-ing luggage, we were able to get them all packed in a backpack.  Yay!  I have a HUGE tote bag and a weekender.  Big Daddy has a duffel bag.  Our “checked bag” is full of just extra things and liquids LOL.  We are also checking an empty bag for souvenirs, per the advice of many other Make a Wish families!

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Thankful!

I am very thankful that my son-in-law is staying at our house.  You know, I am all about safety!  Also, my dear friend is coming to take care of my animals during the day.  I have all the bases covered!

For now, I channel God’s grace on this trip.  I am putting my OCD in a bottle and am going to physically *try* to let it all go.  It is hard to not focus on why we are there, sometimes.  I will not do that, this week!  We are not going to stress and we are going to have a great time!

Prayers are TRULY appreciated!

Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011

Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011
I Can’t Save the World: September 16, 2011.  Crap on the tiara….mess on the cape…..the world isn’t going to be saved by me.
Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011.
Got a phone call, last night, from our friends across the street.  I was snuggling up to Big Daddy, we (all of us) were having a movie night and enjoying “The Adventures in Babysitting” (with the assistance of our lovely clear play machine).  Well, Brian is not the quietest person on the face of the planet and his voice BOOMS when he talks, and the earth shakes with his incredible laugh.  Love to hear him laugh.
Anyway, I heard the words “lost” and “pig” in the same sentence.  I looked at Big Daddy, and I asked him if he said that he lost a pig and if he did….when, on earth, did he get a pig?  Her name is Petunia, and she was a runaway. So, all 5 kids excitedly get on their shoes, turn on all the outside lights and head out to search for the lost pig.  To no avail.  Petunia was nowhere to be found.  Sadness.
I thought little else of it, last night.
Went onto bed and this morning, got up to take the 3 youngers to school.  I’m not a typical “get them to school” mom where every hair is in place.  I’m a throw on your pants, pull your Tina Turner hair in a ponytail, giant zit shining on my chin and no bra kind of mom.  We jump in the car, pull out, and I slow down thinking…”did I just see a giant pig?”
Why, yes I did…so the kids and I try to flank said pig.  She is HUGE and I “assumed” she would be slow.  I was severely mistaken.  Just cause your fat, doesn’t mean you can’t move like lightning. A woman, looking like I do, with no “support” because just running the kids to school doesn’t require putting support on….it is not a pretty sight.  Not.At.All.
Let’s just say…pig 1, Brandi and kids 0.
Get the kids to school, and what do I see, on the way home, but the pig, in the neighbor’s driveway is flanked by 2 dogs.  Easy as pie.  I stop, gather the “girls” up for another run at the pig and off we go.
Pig 2, Brandi 0
I stop at my friend’s house, and she is just as disheveled as I am.  I’m greeted at the door by Precious Child #1.  I could merely eat that little girl up.  I love it when someone is *so* happy to see me that her whole face lights up.  She lets me in, mommy has just rolled out of bed, holding Precious Child #2.  I’m in Heaven…sheer heaven.  Rocking one baby, sitting with the other, watching Tarzan and being in the company of a friend.  I tell her of my “issue” with the pig.  She doesn’t seem concerned, so I just sit and rock.
Soon
I realize that I have to be ready for a visitor at 9:00 and I are looking, not appropriate.  Big Daddy’s only request was that I brush my hair, teeth and wear a bra.  I passed on my girls to their sweet mama and headed out.  As I’m getting in the car, I look up in the distance to see that stupid pig running down the road at full speed.
I knock on friend’s window, tell her where the pig is headed and she flies out the door with an infant in hand, toddler trailing behind her.  I pick up Precious #1 cause she doesn’t’ have shoes, and as we are standing in the front yard, we are both squinting down the road to see the black speck that is Petunia.  She hands me Precious #2 and flies in the house to get her shoes on.  I take both girls to my house to feed #1 breakfast and just to smell #2.  In the process, I get Peach out the front door, with her bike and she heads out to help corral the pig.
Later
Pig 3, friend & kid 0
It.  Is.  ON.

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010.  Another one of those memories that make me giggle…now.  It is a beautiful fall day.  The wind is whippin’ through the trees, the clouds are floating around like large cotton balls.  There is the smell of burning leaves outside, the smell of vomit inside.  Ahhhh, gotta love these little moments of life.
Whispers of Sweet Nothings
As I was in a peaceful slumber, this morning at 1:30 am, my sweet stud of a husband crawls in bed…cuddles up….with what I thought was the whisperings of sweet nothings in my ear.  Alas, it was the whisperings of “Peach just puked in her bed.”  He sure does know how to get a girl moving 🙂  Bless his precious pea-picking’ heart, he took care of the “mess.”  He actually shook out the chunks off the blanket, close to the patio and onto the boxwood, out back.  He even washed the bedding for me.
Oh, Wait, There is More
I went downstairs to check on said puker, and she was pretty pathetic.  She had a puke bowl and was looking a bit gross.  I asked her if she wanted to come upstairs and sleep on the couch.  She wanted too, so we made her a bed and settled in for the night.  All was well in the world…everyone sleeping, B headed off to work….then there came a whirlwind in my bedroom…it was Boo.
“Catfish just puked up some sort of vegetables in his bed!”  Alrighty, then…that’s nasty.  Me, I don’t do vomit.  I’m a great kind of “after the puke” kind of mama, but the grody stuff…I’d just as soon forego.  I walk into his room, and there it is, chunky wads of green beans/corn and some other foreign substance.  I’m trying not to complete blow chunks while cleaning this nastiness up.
Flinging the Chunks
I gathered what I could and took it out front (I’m an equal opportunity gal since Peach’s chunks were out back, I thought it would be a good choice to throw Catfish’s chunks out front) and shook out what I could, behind the boxwood.  I walked through the house and realized that my feet were sticking to the floor.
My sweet husband (I really am thankful), when he cleaned out Peach’s bed, he carried the blanket out, without being uber careful not to drop vomit droplet’s all down the hall, through the dining room, then back through the kitchen, onto the laundry room floor.  Gross isn’t even the word to describe this moment.  I mop, mop again and then mop for the third time.  I *thought* I had it all cleaned up…that’s what I get for thinking.
Resorting to Vacuuming the Chunks
Since I couldn’t properly get the chunks out of his bed, by his mattress or on the floor, I had to resort to the vacuum cleaner.  Doctored up his bed, sprinkled baking soda on the mattress and the carpet and turned around to see Bug, green…not so much with envy, either.  She was blowing chunks, as well.  I gave her and D some, and they laid back down.  Boo was good, so I let him play the Wii while I laid back down.  He took the dogs out and said that the “cold air made his belly hurt.”  UGH.  I had the 4 sickly, upstairs resting and the one well one, we cleaned house and took care of business.
Chicken Update
She was moping, again..and I went out to check the chickens.  The 4 hens and Big Red rooster were waiting for their breakfast and some fresh water.  I obliged, with joy.  I do enjoy my chickens.  The boxes that my kids and neighbors made were ready for some wood chips, so I brought them into the bedroom/bathroom section of our coop.
There he was, Nugget aka Einstein (depending on the kid who is doing the talking)….he was perched way up top of some shelves.  I got to looking at him and realized that something was different…he was totally missing an eyeball.  He has always been the small one of the bunch, and the hens didn’t care for him, very much, so I’m guessing that they pecked pecked pecked on him.
All of this while I’m STILL hoping and praying that immigration approves us, but that is a whole nother story….today is strictly vomit and one-eyed roosters.
The fun never ends, does it…
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