Monthly Archive for November, 2008

A reason to blog…

So this summer Chris and the kids and I have gotten a chance to spend more time with Aunt Sue and Uncle Pat. We have had wonderful times there, the kids loooooove to be spoiled by Aunt Sue (and she loves spoiling them), and we have done lots and lots of fun things like going to the zoo, going to the children’s museum, going to rocket park, and going to the Festival of Trees. No matter what, Aunt Sue makes sure the kids have a good time. But when the kids go to bed, the adults break out the cards for some EUCHRE!!!

I will admit that since the dawn of our Euchre games, Sue and I have not had the best of luck… one night Pat and Chris beat us 13-1… GAMES of Euchre. Over time, both Sue and I have gotten braver about calling the trump, and thusly, our games have gotten better. And finally…FINALLY… we have news to report. Today, Aunt Sue and Kate BEAT the men THREE games to ONE!!! That’s right! We won. We might never play again so as not to ruin our record!

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For fear of jinxing any good ground I am making in the bedtime routine, I will just say…

Things are going surprisingly well…but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… you didn’t hear this from me!

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What is NOT fun…

That would be supernannying your almost 10 year old for bedtime. Michael, love him dearly, and he has improved SO much from even just a year ago, but we need to nip this bedtime battle in the bud. So, here is goes. I put him to bed an hour ago and his first time out I told him it was bedtime and took him right back to bed. His second time out I told him it was bedtime and took him right back to bed. His third time out I took him right back to bed. This then brought on a battle of how many times he could get out of bed to get me to talk to him. When that didn’t work 15 times, he resorted to crying about how his mom hates him. Ugh. That’s hard to push through because I wanted so much to explain that I do love him, but he has to get to bed. So, instead of talking, I hugged him and put him back to bed. However, that just got me about 5 more times of getting out of bed and crying about how his mom still hates him.

Chris is about crawling out of his skin. I really appreciate him trying to work through this and trust my reasons even though he may not agree it’s what we should do. Wish us luck!

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