Ambidextrous?

A friend recently asked our four year if he was right-handed.

Puzzled, he replied he was not, and held his palms upward. He said, "I'm two-handed!"

Michael Landon, why?

The other night, we were watching a Little House on the Prairie DVD from the library. It was a Christmas episode, and the final scene showed the exchanging of gifts by the Ingalls family. Due to some secrets, Laura sold her horse to buy a stove for Ma, but Pa made a saddle for Laura to use on her horse. Very Gift of the Magi-ish. Laura is sad that her horse was sold (to Nellie Olsen, of all people), but more sad that Pa made a saddle that now cannot be used.
Why am I telling you this?
Because it says something about me. I am crying while watching this. Not just a few tears trickling down, but actually weeping. Michael Landon, why did you insist upon making such tear-jerkers?!?

While we're on the subject of the Ingalls family, a friend from high school recently commented on a picture of me on Facebook. She said that I hadn't aged at all since high school. This made me laugh out loud. I told her that I have aged quite a bit since then. Every time I take my hair out of a ponytail and it falls down around my face, I am reminded of Ma Ingalls taking her bun down at night (and preparing to brush her hair the requisite 100 strokes). As I do the same, while looking in the mirror, all I can think is that I am OLD. Just like Ma.

Seize the teachable moment

Last night, my daughter had to learn the sixth commandment and its meaning for memory work. In case you're scrambling to remember which one that is, I'll tell you. It is: You shall not commit adultery.

My husband was not home last night. It was all mommy.

Who?

My seven year old said this morning, "Do we have another snow day today?"

I told him no.

He said, "Oh yeah. I forgot. It's Martin Lutheran Day".

It all depends on your perspective, I guess!

We're off to the Mouse's House!

Yes, it's true. The kids have finally worn us down (with much begging, pleading and cajoling) and we are going to Disney World. Actually, I think I am just as excited as the kids (although my husband is a different story. . .). We are going next month, and just bought our tickets a few weeks ago. After being hospitalized for extreme sticker shock, I am doing fine now.
I have heard two illustrations about how things work at Disney. Apparently, if you go into this with the right frame of mind, all will be fine.

1. "The Mouse always has his hand out." This is from my father-in-law, who went last year and is going with us this year. If we just happily fill the mouse's hand with regular frequency, all will be well.

2. Upon entering Disney World, we will be turned upside down until all of our money falls out. Afterward, we will be admitted into the park to enjoy our stay.

Corny ideas

Scene: My four year old sitting at the table last night at dinner. He is staring at his plate, which has a serving of corn on it. This corn is the only thing between him and a visit to the candy bucket.

He looks up at me and says, "Mom, I don't think I should eat these. I think they are poisonous."

Random thoughts. . .

I have been so down and out for the past month, that I have not updated my blog as regularly as I would like to. I am slowly coming out of the haze that has been my December. I am 12 weeks pregnant today (and just read that my baby is the size of a Vienna sausage - good to know), and I think the all-day-sickness is nearly finished rearing its ugly head. Thank goodness.

And in case any of you were wondering. . .I have UNO baby in my womb! We had an ultrasound on Monday, and there was clearly one baby there. While twins would have been exciting, I can honestly say I am quite relieved that we will not be going from 4 to 6 children in one fell swoop.

It is January 14th, and I. am. sick. of. snow. We easily have a foot and a half on the ground already, with more coming today. And it is SO COLD! I can't wait for our trip to Disney next month (more about that in another post).

Ah, the memories!

Some people have a head for numbers. Some people are very skilled at music or art. Some people are brilliant when it comes to science.

It turns out, some people have amazing memories. They remember, in vivid detail, the aspects of a commercial from the Indianapolis area, circa 1985. These people, in particular, seem to be my father and sister. I referenced a commercial in my last post, and they have wowed me with their memory of minute detail regarding this commercial. My father googled it, and in case you are interested, you can watch it here.