Valentines Schmalentines

Anyone else with me on the bah-humbug towards V Day? I stick hearts on the window to be festive for the little ones. Begrudgingly do the dog and pony act for the hand-outs at school. Heck, I even mailed a box of chocolates to Girl #1 (child #2) who is away at school (with a big pink heart glued to the outside just to make it more festive)! For myself and my dear spouse I truly could not care less. It's just so manufactured. Or maybe I'm just too blase to gear up for romance, I do have nine kids you know. Heck, hubby gets off easy compared to the plethora of dudes I saw scrambling for cards and chocolate at the drug store yesterday.

Maybe next year I'll recognize pre-V Day for my hubby; because I'm sure I will love him more that day than the next. 13th just sounds more loving than 14th dontcha think? Do I sound mean?



Quote of the day:

(at the pediatric dentist this morning)

Boy #5 hops up in chair, looks earnestly at the hygenist and declares "actually, I don't think I want you to do the brushing thing today. I don't really like it that much." He lost, she won. Or maybe he won since he walked out with a big, shiny red heart-shaped helium balloon.


Now wouldn't THAT be some heart-shaped balloon?? Ew, kinda.

So...I'm back.

How do you like that? Two posts and I disappear. sigh. Nothing interesting happened that would make for a juicy excuse for my absence. Nothing.


Baby G is now over 9 months old and lovelier than lovely, really.


University applications have gone out for Boy#2 (child #3). sigh.

I'm so boring. I got nothing today. Let me go chew on this whilst taking Girl#2 to the doctor for her mysteriously swollen foot; I think I deserve some McD fries today. yep.


Quote for the day:

Boy #5 (of course, who else?)

"I'm going to rub all the freckles off of your face" says Boy#1 to Boy#5

"even the one on my p#$@s?" Boy #5, very seriously

see? I got nothing.

Four months + Exersaucer = Hallelujah!

Happy Happy and Joyous Joy, my hands are free!!


and Baby G thinks it's pretty swell too. I think I could have done this a wee bit sooner and saved myself a few days of vacuuming whilst laden with child.

Look at that glistening bald baby head topping off the wise-old man look he's been sporting as of late. Doesn't get better than that. Almost makes me want to have another one...almost.

Quote of the Day:

yet another pearl from Boy #5

"If your foot skin comes off what would happen?" Boy #5

"well...(with an awful visual dancing about in my head) you would bleed quite a bit." Me

"why?" Boy

"well...your foot skin is what holds all your foot stuff inside." Me

"I guess I won't take my foot skin off then." Boy

"probably a good idea." Me

Like it was an option...

What the heck was I thinking???

ok...whoever said "Kim, you should start a blog" should now pick up the phone, give me a call and say "what the heck were you thinking?! You can't start a blog..." I feel like there is so much I want to say, but so little motivation to say it. Walking hand in hand with that is the worry/belief/worry that I don't really and truly have too much that is too terribly interesting to say. How's that for a go-get 'em attitude?

What the heck? Here goes...

From where I sit today things are:

a little smelly (thank you boy child #6);

a little sticky (thanks armpit of humanity that I have chosen as my home, my sweaty little home);

82 ^°F

Humidex: 97.....ARGH!!

and a little blah (it's August, enough said).


I am currently sitting at two smelly older boys still sleeping (at 2 p.m. grand), one older girl working in a lab, one other girl riding roller coasters in another country, one young boy on a date with his grandparents, and four other boys running about my house (o.k., three are running, one is nursing...right now, as I type with one very talented right hand).

The raw truth of my unemployed status has reared it's ugly head as of late and I think the idea of blogging has kinda sorta come to fruition because I have no career so dammit I will create one for myself. maybe. kinda. sorta. How am I doing so far? Care to pay me?

Since this is my very first post I won't pull out all my tricks at once; like fancy smanshy photos and such. We all need something to look forward to right? My hopes and dreams for today are a clean bum for boy child #6, a daughter who doesn't fall absolutely in love with roller coasters (ick), and a boy (boy child #4) who has had a fabulous date with his grandparents. and perhaps a semi-quiet afternoon for moi. yeah right. when I'm done fulfilling wish number one.

Quote of the day:

"When socks get a hole in them is it there forever?" Boy Child #5 (4)

"yep, it's there forever. Time to throw those ones out" Me

with a quiver in his voice "...but I will miss those socks."

oh to have such sensitivity...I'm a cold-hearted sock-tossing bitch.