tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71585413509937977142024-02-08T07:05:23.145-05:00Zionsville MommyJust another mommy blog about life, the universe and everything else.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-45124468248655298072012-12-24T09:23:00.001-05:002012-12-24T10:30:26.434-05:00You can shake itTraveling with our kids usually ends one of two ways: I either end up laughing so hard I nearly pee pants, or I cry.<br />
<br />
Yesterday was Hoover Christmas. Hoover family events require driving an hour and a half each way. After being loved on and sugared up for four hours, this happened on the drive home:<br />
<span class="userContent"></span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> Morley [after seeing a cow move in a pasture]: That cow's head moved! I thought it was a robot cow!</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> ***</span><br />
<br />
<span class="userContent"></span><br />
<span class="userContent">Sarah, Dan and I were having a conversation about someone who we joke can do no wrong. Jonah heard the tail end of it.</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> Jonah: Who walked on water?<br /> Me: Jesus <br /> Sarah: He also turned water into wine.<br /> Jonah: You know who else did something with water?<br /> [expectant pause]<br /> Dan: Jack Daniels.</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> ****</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> Riley: People don't have tails.<br /> Jonah: Yes they do. You can't touch it, but you can shake it.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="userContent">****</span><br />
<br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[2]">Aunt Sarah (who often rides with us to family stuff): Do you like what Santa gave you? </span><br id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3]" /><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]">Morley: I told Santa I want Hello Kitty Legos and a Hello Kitty penny bank. He did it wrong. [She got Cinderella Squinkies.]</span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]"><br /></span></span></span>
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]">****</span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]"><br /></span></span></span>
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[224].[1][2][1]{comment10200120334839284_5325805}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]">So....no crying on the drive home yesterday. I'm still laughing about Dan's Jack Daniels comment. I love my family so much and I'm so very very grateful that they make me laugh.</span></span></span>Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-67416937343581233702012-03-26T19:42:00.000-04:002012-04-17T18:45:36.509-04:00No TimeWhen I was growing up, my mom worked first shift in a factory from 7:00 AM to 3:30 PM. My school hours were 8:05 AM to 3:20 PM. I got home at 3:45, and my mom got home a few minutes later. We ate dinner at 5:00-ish every day. Bedtime was 8:00 until I was a teen. That equaled 4 hours every day mom spent with us.<br />
<br />
I work 8:30 to 4:30. I drop Jonah and Riley off at <a href="http://www.rockzumc.org/" target="_blank">ROCK</a> at 7:40. I drop Morley off at <a href="http://www.handinhand9085.com/" target="_blank">daycare</a> at 8:00. I pick up Morley between 4:45 and 5:00. I pick up Jonah and Riley between 5:20 and 5:30. I struggle to get dinner on the table by 6:00. We have to squeeze in homework and a bath before bed. The kids go to bed at 8:00. <br />
<br />
I feel like I get no quality time with my children during the week. I feel like the worst mom because I'm always rushed and always stressed. There's not much I can do about this situation, because I have to work. I don't have any answers, only seemingly-unfixable problems.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-52983232399869521672012-03-25T19:22:00.000-04:002012-03-25T19:22:07.929-04:00Quitter's ClubI've had friends in my life that I've grown apart from and lost touch with. It makes me sad to think of some of these lost friendships. Others, in hindsight, I'm better off without.<br />
<br />
I worked at the same law firm for 10 of 12 years. (I had a baby, quit, then went back for a while, then quit again.) In those years, I became good friends with 3 of my coworkers, all of whom no longer work there. As these things tend to happen, since we don't see each other every day, we don't see each other much at all. Last night, I had dinner/hanging out time with 2 of these 3 friends, and had a fantastic time. Spending time with EKB and ALS reminded me that I love those women, and need them in my life more regularly. So here's me, committing to seeing my good friends more often.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-64100451203175639222012-03-14T20:25:00.001-04:002012-03-25T19:25:21.155-04:00In the jeansI've lost weight in the last 6 months. I have no idea how many pounds, but I'm down 2 pants sizes. Which is fantastic. Except I don't have any jeans that fit me. Tonight I was helping the girls with their shower, and my jeans fell off me. Dan suggested that I gain some weight to help keep my pants on. I gave him a dirty look and told him how I really feel.<br />
<br />
I'm thrilled that I've lost weight. Now when I look down, my belly doesn't stick out past my chest. For a long time, whenever I looked down, my belly was out further than my chest. And I wasn't pregnant for it. That made me sad. Now when I look down, my chest is out past my belly. That does a lot for my self esteem.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-69200357273606367002012-03-12T20:10:00.003-04:002012-04-17T18:44:41.651-04:00You're welcome.The other night, Dan and I were watching TV on DVD. (<i>Firefly</i>, since you asked.) He looked at me and said, "Thanks for saying yes." "Thanks for asking," I told him.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-31123635139519305312011-05-09T21:15:00.001-04:002011-05-09T21:16:14.703-04:00The lift and support I need.I love the internet, and that we can find communities of people that do what we do and have the same joys and frustrations that we do. My day job is paralegal for a solo practitioner. I like it, most days. Like all jobs, some days are better than others. Once, while searching for paralegal blogs, I found <a href="http://www.paralegalhell.com/">Paralegal Hell</a>. She's funny, smart, and right on it about the frustrations of this industry. Recently, she (and her fiance, HSF) started the <a href="http://board.paralegalhell.com/">Purgatory Panel</a>. I can't say how grateful I am to be a part of this community that really get each other. Thanks, Paralegal, for getting us all together.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-52155503609435115662011-05-08T08:52:00.000-04:002011-05-08T08:52:15.655-04:00Happy Mother's Day!It's Mother's Day, and I just want to say thank you to my <a href="http://rareoccasion.blogspot.com/">husband</a> for making it possible for me to celebrate this day. SHMILY.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-18887372580256233852011-05-07T18:02:00.000-04:002011-05-07T18:05:29.153-04:00To there and back.Many times, I've told the kids I love them "all the way to the moon and back." Naturally, because they are kids, and they've learned about planets, they've created variations. I've been loved to every planet and back in our solar system, including the Earth. I've also been loved all the way to the Sun and back. But Morley said a new one today. "I love you to all of the French fries." She loves fries, so I'm pretty sure this is a good thing.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158541350993797714.post-65873846673082169612011-05-06T20:17:00.000-04:002011-05-06T20:22:32.016-04:00All Dogs Goes to HeavenThis afternoon, Jonah asked me an unexpected question. "How old do you have to be to go to Heaven?"<br /><br />Uh....<br /><br />I was honest. I told him that you can be any age and go to heaven. "Even in your twenties?"<br /><br />"Yes, Buddy, even in your twenties."<br /><br />"But not babies."<br /><br />"No, babies go to Heaven. I had a baby brother that went to Heaven. He was born after Aunt Sarah and before Uncle Robby."<br /><br />"Oh."<br /><br />"His name was Aaron."<br /><br />"What about Grandmas? And Great-grandmas? Great-grandma McKnight is in heaven, right?"<br /><br />"Yes, Jonah, Great-grandma McKnight is in heaven."<br /><br />"Mommy, can we watch a movie tonight?"<br /><br />Jonah is an amazingly sweet and inquisitive boy. I just adore him.Zionsville Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929864882721446173noreply@blogger.com0