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About Table for Five:
First there was me and my husband, and then there were two wonderful sons. And then there was a new baby coming! One day, we walked into a restaurant, and the waitress asked how many? I said, table for four, please. Then I turned to my husband and said, when the baby comes, we'll need to ask for a table for five. And the rest, as they say, is history. I hope you enjoy my posts, reviews, photos, and giveaways!
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(Edited to add: This post no longer makes sense because the site I was linking to is no longer online. It was a link to the school lunch program at an elementary school in Harrisburg). It really is worth a look, especially if you’ve never visited an elementary school cafeteria and aren’t really sure what your kids are eating. After looking at the pictures of the food choices, what I would like to know is 1) Why do elementary school kids need so many freakin’ lunch choices? What ever happened to if it’s Wednesday it must be goulash? 2) Why do the teachers need pictures they can cut out, laminate and file in plastic boxes? Just how anal are these teachers anyway? (click on “What do I do with these pictures?” on the right for an actual demonstration!) 3) Why does there need to be a picture of a PACKED LUNCH? Do kids need to see a picture of a lunch box to know they brought one to school? 4) Who in the hell thought up the “Taco Tub”?? Because, ewww. And the “Taco Patty” which I guess makes sense because the meat has been pressed, shaped and formed into a solid mass which won’t fall out of the shell when consumed.
Don’t even click on the BBQ meatballs picture. Trust me.
Dear Kaitlyn,
Today we officially enter Week 28 of our life together, and sometime early this morning you decided to celebrate in a big way-by moving to the other side of the womb! How exciting that must have been for you, leaving the familiar territory of the right side, already thoroughly kicked, for the left side, with all it’s never-been-kicked possibilities. It was a little weird for me, waking up this morning on my left side, my hand automatically going to that space on my right side where you’ve been curled up in a lump for 8 weeks, and feeling the skin strangely slack, as if someone had snuck in with a bicycle pump and let the air out of my side. But sure enough, it only took a minute to feel the familiar thump, only on the left this time, to figure out that you had shifted. Hope you enjoy the new space.
In other news, Daddy has finished sanding the floor in your room, now we just need to wipe everything down, paint with Kilz, apply the Ballerina Gown wall paint, paint the floor with Kilz, and install new laminate flooring. Since you won’t even notice the floor until you start crawling next year, I’m sure you won’t mind if this takes us a while.
Happy 28 weeks, Sweet Pea. We all love you so much already.
Love, Mommy
Just when you thought all the stupid comments had been made already:
http://blogs.chron.com/domeblog/archives/2005/09/delay_to_evacue.html
What is wrong with these people? I can understand trying to help the evacuees keep their spirits up, but to suggest that these kids were having fun? Sure Mr. Delay, it’s really fun to lose your house and everything you own and possibly members of your family and have to witness horrors that no kids should ever have to see and then get crammed into a stadium with strangers. It is just like summer camp! Thanks for pointing that out you ignorant ass.
Little movies that are fun to watch:
http://www.ingredientx.com/watch/tales/man.htm It’s cool how you can see this being drawn
http://www.batemania.com/bateman365/day017.html I also like day011 How to Speak Cat
http://www.angryalien.com/0905/bigchillbuns.asp Some of these are rated R even for cartoons
Sites with lots to look at:
http://www.funkypancake.com/blog/ Hours can be wasted looking through the archives
http://zefrank.com/ I still haven’t looked at it all, but I like “My Cat Annie” in the videos, and my kids like the Interactive Toys.
I’d love people to post their Favorites-what sites have you found that others may not know about?
If I am ever your neighbor, I can guarantee you a few things. One, I will learn your name, the name of your spouse and your children, and if your kids are anywhere near the age of mine they will be invited over to make a mess in my living room and eat popsicles and watch cartoons. I will talk to them as if they are people and not just small children. I will offer to watch them for you when you need to run errands. Two, any rules at your house will be the rules here, so if your kids aren’t allowed to watch TV or play video games or whatever they won’t do it here either. Three, I will do my best to find toys for your girls to play with even though I don’t have any (yet!) and the boys just want to build Bionicles. Four, my husband will offer you our lawnmower if yours breaks and will come over with his toolkit if there is a frog in your van’s dashboard (it really happened). We don’t play obnoxiously loud music or throw wild parties or play basketball in the street all night.
I can also guarantee you this. If your bossy 6 yr. old constantly tells my 6 yr. old what to do, if she informs him that he has to leave someone else’s house because she has arrived, if he comes home close to tears because she has told him “stop speaking to me, don’t even speak to me IN YOUR MIND”, I might make the mistake of telling another playmate’s mother that I don’t think it’s fair for this little girl to boss him around at someone else’s house. And then that mother might tell you what I said, and you might twist it around in your mind until it becomes an insult to your whole family, and then when I come over to find out why Nathan is not allowed to play with your daughter you might have to tell me that I am banned from your property. And that you’re sorry my son is such a baby with such fragile feelings, that’s not your problem.
And then I might have to envision what would happen if there was a real emergency at your house one day, an accident or a fire or something, and the police ask me why I didn’t rush over to help and I have to say “gee, officer, I’m sorry, I’m banned from her property because she can’t accept that fact that her 6 yr. old is bossy and controlling and manipulative, just like her mother.”
Now please don’t freak out, I’m not going to cause an accident or start a fire or anything, but I am going to suck it up and write her a nice letter of apology, in the interest of being a good neighbor, because I don’t think we’ll ever be friends. And if in 10 years I find out that Nathan and Miss Bossy are secretly dating and planning to run away together (because karma is a BITCH), I’ll have to send him to military school. Because as BC reminded me, “You remember how well it turned out for Romeo and Juliet.”