Valentine's Day

Although Tyrel was working on Valentine's Day so we couldn't celebrate together (not that we ever celebrate Valentine's Day) the boys and I had a fun day. A couple of days before we made cookies with Annie (Keenan and Draiman's cousin). They were really cute, but I wouldn't reccomend that anyone actually eat them. Let's just say their were a lot of fingers in mouths and noses in between each cookie. Plus, Keenan really liked putting the jar of sprinkles in his mouth and shaking it onto his tongue.



Next, we made paper valentines out of pre-cut hearts, markers, and shapes they could glue on. We also printed out their pictures and glued them on the fronts. We plan to give them to the grandparents, but knowing me I won't actually get them out till next year.


When Valentine's Day came, we started the day with pink, heart-shaped pancakes. But, after a couple of batches, I got tired of making the hearts and we just had regularly-shaped, pink pancakes.


After breakfast, the boys got their Valentine's gifts from me and Tyrel. It was just a heart-shaped container that had M&Ms in it and a box of Sweethearts, but the boys thought it was AMAZING.




Later, we checked the mail on a hunch that there might be a package from Grandma Spotten, and of course, there was! (BTW, Dianne, Keenan absolutely loves Transformers right now and Bumblebee is his favorite so you couldn't have picked a better Valentine's card for him.) They are always so excited to get their very own mail.

So, even if I couldn't spend the day with my Valentine, I couldn't have picked two better replacements. We had a good time!

Mom on Strike

A word of warning: This is not a happy or cute post. It is me venting to the only source around me that won't talk back or argue. If you don't like reading about people whining, stop reading now.

So, I want to first say that I love my family and I would never trade my children for anything. BUT . . . there are times that I just wish they had an off button that I could push and then stuff them in a closet until I was ready to turn them back on again. I have been feeling so tapped out this week- like I can't take the sound of one more whine or hear "mommy" or "did you cook dinner?" one more time. Am I the only one who gets this way? Does that make me a terrible mom?

I think it's because I just got done taking care of and cleaning up after a bunch of puking Nebekers. I don't think there is one room in my house that did not get "marked". Plus, Draiman is HORRIBLE when he's sick. He is up through most of the night and during the day throws one tantrum after another with no discernable cause. At one point, I heard him crying and didn't even go check. I just sat on a chair, staring at the floor thinking, "If it's bad enough, he'll come get me anyway. Geez I hope it's not because he threw up again. Is he too little to make him clean it up himself?" Not only have I been over-needed, but I am incredibly sleep deprived and everytime I think, "Everyone is better now" Draiman wakes up puking again. This is the flu that never ends!

I've decided that if grocery store employees in California can have a union to make sure they are treated fairly and not overworked, moms should have one too. I want a guarentee that I will be compensated for graveyard shifts and overtime. I also want a department to take care of my family's grievances. Most importantly, I want a guarantee that I will get at least two days a week off with compensation for those weeks that I do not and for doing especially disturbing jobs, such as shaking vomited-up spaghetti out of a blanket or scraping it out from between couch cushions.
Finally, I want to be able to go on strike when I feel that those demands have not been adequately met.

Anyway, I've rambled long enough. Maybe I just needed to put it out there so I could see how silly I am being so I can snap out of it. Next week will better (how could it not be?).

The Things Children Say

As we were watching Wall-E the other day during the scene when Eve was shooting at Wall-E. Keenan, the great philosopher that he is, said "Thats naughty. We don't shoot at Wall-E, we just shoot people."
He won't be touching a gun for a couple more years.

We Suck At This Blogging Thing

So we haven't talked to most of you since New Years. I always enjoy getting together with the family.
Anyway everything is going pretty good we are just chillin here in E-town. Not much has really happened I am still working alot and Bobbi is still going to school and taking care of the demon spawn.
I had to work on Super Bowl Sunday and didn't get to see much of the game. I did hear the last Steelers drive on the radio. YAY Steelers!
Keenan has decided that he wants to play hockey now. His only hang up as far as he is concerned is he doesn't know how to ice skate.
Draiman is still as entertaining as you all think he is. We think he is a pain in the a**. He has decided he can do everything "all by self" he gets just as frusterated as we do.
I purchased a new shotgun a few weeks ago but I haven't been able to shoot it yet. If you care it is a Benelli Nova pump action.
We have all been able to poop through a coffee filter with out it tearing for the last few days. If you would like more details on this just give us a call or something. I don't feel this is the proper platform to get into too mamy details.
So thats it for now I will be leaving other random noncoherent messages later so keeping looking for them.