Da Meow's House

Thursday, November 29, 2007

From Halloween 2007

I'm not happy and I'm about to let you know just how unhappy I really am.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

OK, anyone who knows me can tell you that I gripe about the weather. However, I now have a perfect reason to gripe. It's mid November and the high today and tomorrow is going to be nearly 90 degrees! My kids are wearing shorts! Their summer clothes are getting too small and I REFUSE to buy more! Thanksgiving is next week - nobody wants to eat turkey, dressing, and pie while it's hot! That's cold weather food, comfort food. You're supposed to eat until you are stuffed (while wearing pants and a sweater) then head outside to play a little football. Then, once you are rosy cheeked from the cool temps, you come in, have some more pie, and sit down to watch football on tv WHILE IT'S COLD OUTSIDE. I hate Houston.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Am I ever going to learn?

I heard much giggling and laughter. My thoughts, "Oh, they've found a fun game or something, thank goodness." Should have known it wasn't just my wonderful children playing perfectly. Tanner just walked by, and there is a big, green 4 written in marker on the back of his head.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Sicknesses, chapter 2

Man, they are sick AGAIN!! Last year about this time, we began the rounds of sickies that lasted until May. Kinda hoping for a better year this time, you know? Cade has some sort of viral bronchial thingy going on and the Ts have colds which they have generously shared with me. And it just figures that we are all sick on a weekend that Bryant isn't here. Hey, it could be worse. It could be another stomach virus. I think that would have taken me out. Seriously. However, the sheer crabbiness of Tristan and Tanner nearly did me in. Tristan screamed all morning. All freaking morning. Then Tanner screamed all afternoon. Then tonight, they both screamed. Cade, my wonderful, sweet child, didn't scream. He just tried to stay out of the way. Bless him. He's no dummy - being in the line of fire is dangerous. And while I'm on the subject of my kids...aren't they pretty? Yes I know boys are handsome, but I like the word pretty, k? Anyway, aren't they beautiful? And sweet? And funny? See, I'm trying to remember all of their good attributes so that after a day like we had today, I'm not tempted to Fed Ex them to their grandparents.